NOVEL FROG Chapter 6: Questions – Part 3.
She felt herself falling through an empty space, devoid of even sound. Shaking her long auburn hair out, the woman then felt the strands softly whipping across her cheeks and over her lips, giving her the idea that she was falling at a steady and relaxing pace without any sign of stopping. Not caring why she was falling, the woman playfully started moving her arms and legs through the empty space. She curled herself into a ball and dropped faster just to stretch out moments later and started gliding like a small sparrow on the wind. A chance swipe across her chest while pretending to swim made the woman jolt with excitement and she became aware of her two voluptuous and softly bouncing breasts that swayed heavily as she kept dropping into the void. Curious desire followed the prior jolt and the woman cupped both of her tits, squeezing and sliding until her fingers reached her dark-brown and swollen nipples. With a little twist on each, the woman relished the thundering feeling that rippled deep and warm bringing her body to life. Ache became desire and she gently flicked her tongue out and swirled it over one of her hard peaks before suckling it completely between her lips. Soft and gentle pulses of succulent and creamy milk coated the woman’s tongue for a few moments, before racing down into her tummy giving her the feeling of excited butterflies as it settled. Unable to focus on all of the sensations at once, her lips parted letting out a luxurious breath into the peaceful silence, shattering it. Hearing the constant and exhilarating sound of the wind as it teased her ears like a warm breath, the auburn beauty cried out into the dark, “Yess..”
Emboldened by the release of the simple word, she scrolled her nails across her lips and chin, sparking a bubbly feeling within her being. Seeking a familiar hole in her neck, the swimmer clawed lightly up and down her neck until she found her target. Squeezing lightly on her neck the fang hole released its contents one small drop at a time. Individual drops pooled together at the curve of her chin until there was enough for it to crest and flow over her lips, staining them a heavy maroon. Fighting her internal desire, the woman let the small stream form a pool of rich life force on her lips before letting it drain into her mouth. Thicker and more heated than the milk she had moments before, the maroon substance left behind a familiar chlorinated scent along with a hint of zinc that shot another wave of butterflies into her aroused form.
Opening her molten chocolate eyes, she watched as bubbles of blood started floating around her as if someone used a soap wand. Still aware that she was slowly falling, the woman realized that the bubbles were orbiting her. Reaching out to touch one of the hazy purple-red dots, its surface popped and coated her fingers. Quickly she suckled her fingers clear and giggled more as the eruption of butterflies started emanating from her core and through arms and legs.
Waiting for one of the tiny red pearls to float over her achingly sensitive coral nipples, she poked a few more orbiting bubbles. She heard the pops as the air rushed out and forced a small crimson rain to coat her. Once more lifting her generous breast to her lips, her tongue lavished and cleared the sanguine fluid and once more suckled herself. A mix of light and sweet cream and heavy iron rushed between her lips, allowing for more tiny and chaotic flutters to energetically bounce in her body.
“Oh..ohhh..yess..pp..ppllease…” She begged herself to keep following the plumed path being forced deeper into her body. Keeping a firm hold on one tender nub, she explored and found her thick thigh and scraped gently towards her very center. She convulsed once, sending a fresh wave of wings scattering into her mind and causing her thighs to shake under the pressured pleasure. “Oh..god…Yes..” She moaned into the sensual void as she pinched herself one final time, and drove her hands down between her legs. Touching her pussy lightly sent the constant pattering of wings in her mind and body to start in a flurry. Fingers tenderly outlined her engorged womanly wings, and her sexual butterfly came to life.
Seizing the momentum of need in her mind, she pushed and delved into her being. Her heartbeat matched the wing beats in her body as she kept working her tender cunny. Round and round she worked at the need for relief from the constant movement of the butterflies teasing her nerves. Twisting and turning her body as she slowly drifted through space, she popped the remaining bubbles sending her life blood in warm weblike streaks across her body. Slipping her fingers in as far as possible, the swimmer desperately worked her flittering pussy, still aching for what her body craved. Ache drove her to bite her lip and send more blood down her throat and across her chin. All at once the wings froze and her nerves began to pop much like the bubbles that once hung in an orbit around her. She folded into a small ball and waited a split second before the popping happened in rapid fire all through her body, forcing her back to arch and her legs shiver as the orgasm consumed every part of her. Giggling wildly, she pulled her fingers free and gently licked them clean from her feminine essence.
Sedated, the woman stretched out and enjoyed the last vestiges of her experience. Slowly opening her brown eyes and swallowing the small bit of leftover blood, the woman looked in all directions and only saw her own toned and naked form for a few seconds. Glimpses of red started to streak past her vision making the dead space into an eerie starry night. Disrupting the delightful and euphoric feeling that her orgasm left behind, she slowed herself to investigate the points of light peeking out from the darkness.
A pair of hungry red and demonic eyes opened from the blackness as if a long black curtain revealed the hidden monster that had been there all along. One pair gave way to hundreds of sets of the deep-set red orbs and surrounded the auburn woman. Spinning wildly, she looked for an escape as they all bore down on her, intent on consuming their prey. “Hunger…Hunger…Hunger…” Began to echo and the woman dropped to her knees clutching her ears tightly…
Casey bolted up screaming at the top of her lungs and swung her arms as if she had been fighting. Disoriented and breathing heavily, the swimmer looked around frantically and slowly came to realize that she was once more in her dorm room, and the warmth of the sun had started beaming through a small window. Covering her face with her hands, Casey started crying.