Dabura was such a sweet man. Always tender with you. As if he was scared he'd hurt you. He wasn't used for a physical contact like that after all.

So it was a bit of a shock to you how eager he was being right now.

You were laying on the silky sheets, your thighs propped on his broad shoulders at either side of his head, his large hands gently, but firmly holding them apart. His horns were perfect holders for your hands as he dragged the flat of his tongue between your thighs.

It felt like it's been hours. You lost count of how many times you reached the high.

Dabura looks up, his eyes meeting yours. His lips, nose and chin are glistening from your arousal.

"May I have one more?" He asked, his calm voice not quite matching the way his hands wantonly squeezed your thighs.

He loved it. Loved the way you tasted, the way you trembled, the way you sound. He felt addicted. He wanted to drown in you. This is where he was the happiest.