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of an unnaturally large and strong man. She wondered how many girls Beowulf had frightened out of his bed at the sight of this thing. It must have been many, because he pulled back slightly, began to offer apologies in anticipation of her shock. She stopped him, chuckling, pressing a finger to his lips.
                  "It is absolutely perfect."
                  She dropped to her knees and began to kiss the head. It was so big, she wasn't sure she would be able to fit it into her mouth, but she thought she could try. She ran her tongue around the crown, caressing the length of the shaft with her fingers and drawing a groan from Beowulf. She flicked her tongue against the underside of the tip, circled the head again, gradually making it slippery and wet before opening her mouth as wide as it could go and pulling the whole thing in.
                  "Ahhhh!" He gasped as she sucked at the head of his cock, slowly taking in more and more of the shaft. She cupped his balls with one hand while she gripped and rubbed the rest of his shaft with the other. She had never done this, and she loved it. She loved using her mouth to bring him pleasure, loved how much control she had over the sensations she produced. She used her tongue and lips together, licking and rubbing, dipping her head to plunge him in and out of her, filling her mouth and pressing against the back of her throat. She could feel his legs beginning to tremble. He was holding perfectly still, allowing her to fuck him with her mouth instead of trying to fuck her mouth, himself. But she could tell that the pressure was mounting. He put his hands on her shoulders.
                  "I can't," he panted, "I'm going to, I'm — oh, ahhhh!" She gripped him by the hips and swallowed the entire length of his cock, taking it deep into her throat. She felt the spurt of semen, a thick stream, as she pulled back, swallowing some and allowing the remainder to spill from her mouth and spray onto her chest.
                  He dropped to his knees, took her face in his hands, and kissed her. He kissed his cum from her lips. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the pool. She laughed as he washed her off, pausing to scoop up a handful of water to rinse the taste of his seed from his lips, as well.
                  Her wet underclothes clung to her body. He drew a finger down from her collar bone to the lower curve of her breast.
                  "So beautiful," he murmured, "and so dangerous."
                  She couldn't resist kissing him again.
                  He peeled off her clothes, kissing every inch of her as he went. He lingered on her shoulders, on the hollow of her neck. He spent a small, delicious eternity on each of her breasts. He kissed circles around her nipples, his whiskers brushing against the tips until she was nearly out of her mind with the pleasure of it. He made his way down her belly, and when his beard finally brushed against her pelvis, she couldn't suppress a gasp. Her sex was dripping ambrosia, desperate for his touch, but he continued to tease, to explore her legs, her feet, the backs of her knees and the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Her entire body hummed, and somehow, without even touching her most sensitive sexual spots, he had brought her to the verge of climax.
                  When his lips and tongue finally found her throbbing clit, it felt like she was shooting sparks. A wave of crackling energy ran through her, tearing a cry from her mouth. Beowulf continued, dipping his tongue inside her, tasting her, licking and sucking at her clit, sending wave after wave through her, every pulse more powerful than the last. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, hooking them to caress that sensitive mound of nerves on the inner wall. With his lips and tongue working her clit and his fingers pressing from the other side, it