"God, no, no!" Gwen protested, her voice betraying the helpless lust she felt. The creature's saliva left damp trails all over her exposed, heaving chest, then his tongue trailed down, down...

Gwen gasped as she felt the beast's leg probing her now soaking-wet pussy. She struggled hard against the sticky goop that bound her arms and legs to the chair, but it was helpless. She tried to decide which would be worse: having this creature molest her or having someone find her like this in the library!

She had to escape! She had to -

"Ah!" All thoughts fled Gwen's lust-filled mind as the creature's enormous tongue started to tease and explore her cunt. Without wanting to, her hips came off the chair, her crotch pressing upwards in response to the creature's ministrations.

She was falling right into it, unable to resist the stimulation, unable to fight off the wonderful feelings. And it would continue. Saliva dripped from his mouth as her tasty juices were pulled to his mouth. Dravin pulled his tongue back from her, taking the nuirishment with him, to swallow. Finally, he was recieving food and there was no way he would let this beautiful girl go until she could cum no more. "Tell me, Darling, do you have any juicy fetishes?" His tongue ran up her sex, ending on the clit he flicked gently on the tip.

He leaned forward, still waiting for an answer, and wrapped his mouth around her clitorus to suck on it. The warm, sticky liquid slipped down his throat. Swerving like a serpent, his tongue trailed down to press softly into her. He didn't enter, still listening for her words, just waited, and taunted with his tongue.