close but no cigar

The hitch of her breath insensed him. Good... She still had feeling and he could measure some of her pleasure by her breaths.

She nodded, but he would have to test her promise to ensure she was honest as well. Her training would have beaten her into lying to please. It was a good thing he had experience unraveling some of his more reticent recipients.
He bent down again, his tongue found again the space inside her hip and gently brushed over her heat soaked intimates then on to the next space between her other hip. Her squirming made him smile. He knew she had never experienced this. He liked to take his time. The exchange of devotion was everything he craved, everything he knew. He was a god and would make ugly, beautiful again.

He brought his tongue back and around her abused womanhood. Carefully caressing the sides and pressed above it. He pulled back and let her catch her breath, knowing she was far from ready for him, she would need more time to adjust.

He rumbled as he drew his maw to her again. Around and around, pressing and encouraging her to bloom like never before. He lapped within her but then drew his maw around her to suck that most precious center. All the while his own needs growing and coiling within him, urging him to do away with his strict self-control. She was his.