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“Because…because I have touched it,” she said, between clenched teeth.

I imagined the sight of her with her hand between her legs and fingers stroking herself to completion. I licked my lips and pressed one palm against her inner thigh and then knelt before her. The moment my tongue met her pussy, I was addicted. She smelled of paradise and she tasted of honey. I buried my tongue deep into her pussy, hungry for more. I lapped against her clit and she writhed and bucked on the table.

She moaned and cried. Every reaction motivated me. I wanted nothing more than to please her throughly. She trembled uncontrollably beneath me and reached for my hair again. She pressed her perfect pussy against my face and panted for more. So I gave her more, licking her nectar as quickly as she spilled it. She came a second time, and on the third time, she screamed.

I came up licking my lips. I was hard as fuck and leaking seed like there was no tomorrow.

I wiped her cream from my face with the back of my hand and still I craved more.

Her legs were spread open, ready for me to take her. I could take her now if I wanted to. I could break her—entering where no one had gone before. I could destroy her hymen, destroy her innocence.

I started backing up.

“Zark?” She lifted herself up on the table.

I gathered up my loin cloth. “I’ll be back.”

“But we didn’t do anything,” she mumbled.

“I know. That’s better for you. If I continue, I promise I’ll ravage your virgin body and I won’t be able to stop. There’ll be no going back.”

She panted, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her pussy lips were still glistening. My cock still raged with avid need.

Before I changed my mind, I tied my tunic around my waist, shoved on my boots, and exited the podhouse. I didn’t make it far. Just beyond the trees. My aching kuvak pulsed with each step, demanding completion and leaking on the ground. I took the wide girth in my hand and pumped myself until I was empty. Empty but yearning for more.