The moment I walked in on Megan without her shirt on, I had nearly gone insane. Seeing her, ass in the air and massive breasts practically spilling out of her bra, appealed to the most animalistic parts of my mind. In an instant, I was hard as a rock, confident that my erection would end up tearing through the seams of my pants.
Then she stood up, and I watched her breasts jiggle and shake, before letting my eyes roam over the soft curves of her belly and the breadth of her wide childbearing hips. Almost every fiber of my being was screaming to pounce on Megan and mount her like a wild animal.
But then the small, reasonable part of me remembered why I had sent her up to my apartment, and just like that, I reined in control of my lust. I excused myself, fully intending on leaving when she told me to stay. I don't know exactly what it was, but hearing her pleading, almost begging tone, flipped a switch inside me. Not one of overbearing lust, but a deep protective urge, a need to comfort and provide. I could hear in Megan's voice that she was afraid that if I walked out that door, I wouldn't come back. That I would abandon her, and the small spark between us would be quenched. She needed to be shown that my desire for her was far more than just a spark.
Before I realized it, my lips were against hers, cutting off the stream of rambling excuses that had passed over my ears like water.
Feeling her lips against mine, I was shocked by just how plump, smooth, and soft they were, like two warm silk pillows. Deepening the kiss, my tongue slipped out and ran along her bottom lip, asking to be let inside.
A soft moan escaped Megan's mouth as her lips parted, inviting me in. The inside of her mouth was warm and prompted me to explore, but I was only interested in one thing.
With a brief, fleeting touch, I grazed Megan's tongue, feeling the smooth, slick muscle that retreated as she flinched. But that brief taste of her ignited a hunger deep inside me like a starving wolf, and I wouldn't let my food escape.
My gentle probing turned into an aggressive invasion as my tongue fully penetrated Megan's mouth and wrapped around hers. A muffled grunt of surprise made Megan's body lock up, shocked by my sudden ferocity, but after a second, I felt her give in and submit.
Her tongue started to rub against mine, the interaction made smooth and almost frictionless as our saliva mixed together, then something else joined the mix.
A vibrant energy began to flow from Megan's mouth into mine, and while I was sure it possessed no physical presence or actual substance, I could taste and feel it all the same. It was warm, thick, and sweet like custard, with a hint of vanilla and absolutely addictive.
I now realized that my hunger had been far more than metaphorical as I drank in Megan's unique flavor with my lips and tongue, desperate to satiate my thirst. But a mere kiss was far from enough, and the instincts ingrained into me by my race told me there were better ways to feast on the tantric energy of a woman.
With a sticky wetness, I broke away from the passionate kiss, pulling back to stare at Megan's flushed face, her tongue resting atop her swollen lips that chased after me, following the bridge of saliva still connecting us.
Realizing I had pulled away, a look of confusion passed across Megan's clouded eyes, "D-did I do something wrong? I-I know I'm not a great kisser, I-I haven't had-"
"Get on the bed," I interrupted her with a sultry growl, my gaze practically burning Megan's soft skin with its intensity.
"W-what?"
"Get on the bed, now," I repeated myself with even more intensity, which finally seemed to shock Megan out of her stupor as she stiffly turned around and climbed onto my bed. Watching her crawl across the sheets on her hands and knees filled my mind with rampant desire, and somehow my pants became even tighter.
Reaching the middle of the bed, Megan paused and sat down before staring at me with a questioning gaze, clearly looking for more instructions.
"Take off your pants, I want to see you…all of you." My tone was firm but gentle at the same time, and I watched as Megan's face flushed, but she moved to follow my order regardless.
Leaning back on her elbows, Megan reached down and unbuttoned her pants before lifting her butt off the bed to slide the pair of slacks over the great swell before peeling them off the rest of the way.
As she put them to the side, my eyes were fixated on her body, the glossy sheen, the curves, the bounty of everything on display. Megan's bra could barely contain her massive chest and even the slightest breath was enough to make them heave and jiggle like pudding. Meanwhile, her modest panties were transformed into a thong, swallowed up by her hips, thighs, and ass, like a piece of floss.
Seeing my gaze, Megan blushed even harder and looked away, "I know they're ugly, I-I can get something sexier if you'd like."
"Shut up," I muttered in response as I reached up towards my collar, "If you were any sexier, I would have ruined my pants."
Megan's eyes widened as I took off my shirt, and I watched her eyes trace over the lines of my muscles with desire. But her initial reaction was nothing compared to how she reacted as I reached down and pulled off my pants, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
An obscene bulge was outlined against my underwear, pressed against the fabric, and trailing down my left thigh with a bulbous head that had already formed a dripping wet spot of natural lubricant.
Megan stared at my hidden one-eyed snake with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and lust, her breath accelerating as she realized what her body had done to me. Walking over I slowly eased myself onto the bed, though my eyes never left Megan's.
In a blink, I was less than an inch away from her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of her nearly naked body and feel her breath brush against my face.
Leaning in, I kissed her once more, and Megan quickly reciprocated, opening her lips from the start as our tongues dueled. Again, the sweet, thick liquor of her energy flowed into me, but somehow it was even richer and fuller than last time. The only explanation was that as Megan's pleasure mounted, so did the intensity of her energy, which I so desperately craved.
Leaning even further into the kiss, I began to press Megan down with my body weight until she rested on her elbows. Moving in closer, I slid my legs in between and under hers, spreading her thick thighs and propping them up on my own as I sat on my knees.
Having her legs open and spread gave me direct access to her sex and my cock throbbed at the realization, but unfortunately I was woefully underprepared and unwilling to risk a pregnancy. Still, that didn't mean I would be ending things any time soon.
Still deep in our passionate kiss, my entire torso loomed over Megan, shadowing her as I supported myself with both my hands planted to either side of her, boxing her in. I then slowly broke away from the kiss; however, instead of pulling back, I moved in even closer as my lips grazed against Megan's neck, sucking, nibbling, and licking her soft skin.
"O-oh…R-ramon!"
Megan gasped out my name in ecstasy as her back arched off the bed in pleasure, pressing her full breasts against my chest, letting me feel even through the fabric of her bra, how soft and full they were.
Reaching under her arched back, my fingers found the clasp of her bra, and with deft fingers I unclipped it. Reaching down with my teeth, I pulled off Megan's bra, much to her apparent surprise, as she gasped and tried to cover her chest, but I caught her hand and pinned it against the bed.
I then held her gaze for a moment before looking down at her exposed breasts in all their glory. Two perky and round globes sat on Megan's chest, defying gravity despite their massive size, each tipped with pink areola and a nipple that begged to be sucked on.
With a smile across my face, I gently blew on Megan's nipple, making her gasp and giggle, "H-hey stop that!"
Following her request, I sealed my lips around her tit, forming a vacuum seal while tracing the hardening bud with my tongue. Megan moaned and gasped her back, arching again. My vision was swallowed by her bosom, and I felt unbelievable softness and warmth engulf my entire head.
Reaching up with my other hand, I cupped Megan's other breast, sinking my fingers into the melon of flesh the size of my head, as I inhaled her scent that smelled of vanilla and cream.
For a moment, I believed I had entered heaven again, but then her tantric energy began to flow from her breast into my mouth, and I realized how wrong I had been.