Elwen nodded. Opened her mouth. The head of my cock slid past her lips — the green eyes widening as the girth stretched her jaw, the taste filling her mouth, the heat of it against her tongue.
She sucked. Tentatively at first — a soft, experimental pull, the cheeks hollowing slightly. Then harder, the suction increasing, her tongue moving against the underside of the head.
"Mmmh—" she murmured around the cock, and the sound was not moaning — it was the sound of a woman concentrating, the verbalization of focus.
'Interesting. The texture inside the mouth is different from what I expected. The skin is smoother, warmer. The glans has a spongy quality — it yields to pressure. The vein on the underside is pulsing — I can feel his heartbeat through it. The pre-seminal fluid is continuing to secrete — it is collecting on my tongue. The taste is becoming less pungent. Perhaps he was right — the mouth is adapting.'
