I’m confined to this dungeon of lechery, and I will never get the chance to see the light of day. I wander around in this place daily seeking and exploring the backside of a woman’s posh derriere. I’m shackled to my lusts, and I can do nothing to deviate from this wanton stronghold. I grab at bottoms and pussies with my claws, and the owners are incapable of escape.
My tongue will subdue you with forces you’ve never encountered before. I’m not of this world, neither my tongue nor mouth.
The guards muzzle me in an attempt to keep me from pillaging the erotic damsels that come in to offer me sustenance and verses from scriptures. I rip the mouth case from my face and snatch the temptress into my space ripping her clothes from her possession. I devour the virgin with disgusting madness.
All that can be heard is me howling like some reprobate and dismantling the good girl’s essence. I’m a monster feeding, lurking and disregarding public policy. That maiden is on the ground before me in a puddle of mess, and she knows not what to do. She’s experienced an orgasm from my cunnilingus and asslingus taunting.
She’s in a shattered mess in torn clothes, but she approaches me on her own accord this time and invites my salacious schemes. She turns around and backs her ass onto my face and begs me for my pink tongue. She opens her newly solicited asscheeks and wades to my torturous heaving and hoing of the mouth. This isn’t innocent banter that I hear rolling from her lips during the mouth-on-ass assault.
This is full fledged ruckus at its core.
She’s changing, turning on me.
I’ve infected her with my virus, the lewd one.
She will have to live with this new disease for the rest of her life.
And each day, she will want to come sit and feed me.
And each day, she will want to come sit and share words of wisdom.
She isn’t the first, and she definitely won’t be the last maiden that I turn. A smorgasbord of them visit me on the regular to be tamed by my degenerate tongue and mouth.