His horns twisted and turned above her stomach and chest as he shifted the position of his head, an occasional glance upwards at her revealing the gleaming darkness of his eyes, shadowy pits in the glow that came from his body.<br/><br/>His tongue traced over and around her slit as he took every last drop of her wetness. Perhaps not so surprising, given his culture. Only when he had finished that did he start to explore her body properly, and still he took his time. His teeth grazed her thighs, lips and tongue slowly moving across her body. It seemed almost a repetition of earlier, his spiraling pursuit, only this time it was her sex that was prey, and she knew he would claim it only when he chose to.<br/><br/>His dark eyes flashed upwards once more, and two fingers pressed against her. He watched as he slid them home in her body, slowly moving them in and out of both pussy and ass. His head finally lowered again, this time his tongue sliding along the lips of her sex, before pressing deeper, the first flick across her clit corresponding with both fingers slamming in, hard and deep.<br/><br/><em>Mine</em><br/><br/>The word hung in the air, unspoken, but no less real for all of that. For as long as the night lasted, as long as she lay within the darkness, she belonged to him.