As Damian lifted her up to get gravity to help out, that same gravity drove him to his knees, as he was unable to keep upright holding all of her weight in such an awkward position. In the back of his mind he was relieved that he didn’t fall over backwards, but the majority of his mind was focused on his meal. He was so hungry, and he knew she’d satisfy his hunger, hunger like he’d never felt it before.

With a little guidance from his hands, Veronica slipped down his throat his ease, each strong and determined gulp sending the vixen a few more inches in. Damian shifted his weight to get off his knees and sit on the floor, the shift causing him to loose his balance once again. He put a hand back to catch himself, as he continued to swallow. To his amazement, he was already to her hips. Now in a stable and more comfortable position, his belly now distending from Veronica’s upper body, Damian slowed down a bit to savor his meal. Oh how she satisfied his hunger.

He’d been too surprised when she first thrust herself in him to appreciate it, but once he got past her clothes and to her feet, he found himself enjoying her taste. He couldn’t really describe it, but there was something about the way her warm body felt across his tongue that he couldn’t help but savor her. Surely, a part of his predatory nature was enjoying this, but there was also something just as deep in him that was enjoying it as well, and those two sources, along the pleasure of an empty stomach being filled, was just an amazing experience.


Art and Veronica ©  FidchellVore