Sapor

For days

He had fasted

Knowing that he would
Feast

Yet
When the time came

He waited

Savouring the desire
The need
To make haste
To devour

Now

Now
He can wait no more

Teasing the flesh

He breathed softly
Against her neck

Smelling her essence

Giving a hint
Of himself

Hands
Lightly trace her curves

Her trembling
Guides the tempo
Of his moves

Ice
Chills her flesh

Until it is ready

Bumbles wax
Seers her

She pushes close to him
Wanting him to taste

Still

He lingers

For an hour
He simply touches

Caressing

Grasping

Binding her flesh

To his will

To the bed

His chitinous claws
Rake her skin

Barely able to move
She can but moan

Her flesh soon slicks up
Her body redolent with sweat

Now

Now is the moment

He gently strokes her lips
Agile tongue moving asp like

Her breath
Sweet nectar

Gnawing at her neck
She cries out

The briny taste of sweat
Feeds his hunger

His tongues traces her
Setting off fires

Inflaming her desire

Engorging him

Finally

When she thinks all is done

He sups on her

Aaaah

Such ripeness

He could live on this

She screams

Seems he has satisfied

Both their hungers

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