[Mature Content.]
The beast didn't say a word. He paused once Swan asked him that question, but he continued licking her shoulder, neck, chin, before going down to her cleavage.
His rough tongue was like an arousal for the Saintess. She continued giggling and playfully fidgeted around as if she wanted to avoid his tongue, "It's ticklish, dear husband. Why don't you tell me what you want? I know you are craving for something."
Swan wanted the beast to focus on what he wanted rather than licking her nonstop. The beast finally stopped and stared at the beautiful female in front of him. With a voice so low it sounded like a growl, he muttered, "Hunger…"
"Hunger? Do you want to eat me? But I'm very thin. You won't be full after eating me," Swan chuckled. She looked down and used her toe to judge on the tip of his rock-hard dick. "Do you need help here? I—your dear wife—is more than willing to help you through your rut."
