Perversions of the Flesh

Chapter 210: ❤️ Tongue Tied

“Alright, sound thingies are all set. No hearing from Bren or Lucia,” Rosalyn declared, popping back into the tent. “Well, or anyone else. Hopefully no thing else, too ‘cause that’d be bad.”

“Yeah, well, not the focus for tonight,” Ann sighed, lying back on the bedroll. 

She was already naked, sitting and looking over Kat’s back. The woman’s scales had progressed significantly since she got a chance to really look. They’d started to spread up across her shoulder blades and were extending down in a point. Soon, the woman’s whole back would be covered with glittering blue. Gently, she ran a hand over them and found they were surprisingly smooth and supple. She’d expected hard and clunky, but even rubbing them the wrong way didn’t produce more than a rough texture. The Dragon would hate it, but it really did feel like a snake. Ann gently raised a finger and pressed a claw into a more established section. It gave as skin would, but didn’t let her claw through.

“That far down?” Kat asked as Rosalyn stripped.

“Yup. Down to mid-back. Soon enough, your back is going to be the toughest part about you.”

“Besides her head,” Rosalyn giggled.

“True. This thing took a magic shot and is still all there,” Ann laughed, knocking on the back of Kat’s head. “At least you’re keeping your hair where you don’t get hit in the head by acid.”

Kat touched the strip that was much shorter than the rest, only about an inch long. “I’ll try. Gettin’ a helmet. Ye don’t ‘ave tae nag at me.”

Ann wrapped her arms around the grumbly princess’s shoulders, nuzzling up into the back of her neck. “I know.”

“So-o, whatcha got to show us, Ann?” Rosalyn asked, sitting down and bouncing with her legs crossed.

“Gettin’ right tae it, little lamb?”

“Yup! I’m super excited. If Ann’s holding out on us for this, then it’s gotta be sexy or something. No clue! I really wanna know. I’ve been thinking about it for days and had to be quiet about it since the whole… thing happened. So yeah! I do!”

Ann rolled her eyes and extracted herself from the comfort of Kat’s hair. “So, little sheep wants to know what I’ve got for her? What I’m going to use to make her squirm?”

Rosalyn’s eyes went wide. Ann had put that purr in her voice that always made the woman shrink with fear and excitement. She’d put away her glasses, so Ann had no worries when she pounced on the frightened lover.

“Easier to show you.”

Ann had no clue how this was going to work and prayed it wouldn’t be traumatic. She locked lips with Rosalyn and activated Tongue Tied. She wanted something long and dexterous. Outside of something mythical, the closest she could think of was a Giraffe.

Her throat swelled immediately as her anatomy shifted. Still, she stuck through it until she felt the leathery appendage take up residence in her mouth. Thank the Gods it didn’t have to fall out. Maybe this one was too integral to replace like that. The problem, though, was that it was rough and leathery. She’d forgotten how much so, and just went for long and dexterous.

Doing her best to coat it with as much spit as she could, she pushed it past Rosalyn’s lips.

The Druid’s eyes flew open, looking at Ann questioningly. Her tongue ran all over the new intruder, inspecting it, then her teeth a little. Ann tried to push further in, but Rosalyn leaned back.

Ann sat there, her now near-black tongue hanging from her lips before she sucked it back in. “Too much?”

“The texture is awful,” Rosalyn laughed. “I like the idea, really, but something else, please.”

“Was that yer feckin’ tongue?” Kat cut in, baffled.

“Yup!” Ann let it fall out, then wiggle around as she played with the incredibly well-controlled member. “Wash gonna shove it down her throat. Sheemed fun, but forgot how rough thish thing is.”

Kat reached over and touched her tongue. Ann grinned and wrapped it around the finger, then the hand.

“Oi, that’s feckin’ awesome! Agreed, though. Texture would be awful inside me.”

“Hm,” Rosalyn rummaged in her bag and got out her journal. Writing a word, it dissolved, then the page filled up with information. “How does the skill word it?”

“Tongue of any creature, but it’s proportional to me.”

“And you went with an animal first? Ann, it says creature. You could have a Grrn tongue if you wanted to. Here,” she turned the book around. “You need to learn about more creatures around here.”

“Teach me, zoology sensei,” Ann giggled, leaning in.

“So, this is a Warped. Not necessarily a natural animal, but with your powers, I doubt that’ll matter. They’re creatures who consume blood via their teeth and long tongue. The tongue can be barbed, but only when it consciously decides to be, to protect its throat. It also has ridiculously good vision in the daylight, can turn partially invisible, and crawl on vertical surfaces. I’m getting distracted. Try the tongue. Like the diagram.”

Ann focused on the drawing. It showed a long tongue that retracted within the bottom of the creature’s mouth. Fine muscles wove throughout its length, allowing for fine control, and a flared end displayed the barbs it could use to tear flesh. It almost looked like one of the tentacles on a squid without the suckers.

“I mean, I can try. The skill seems to mostly intuit it for me. You need to give me more weird shit so I can play with it.”

“Get weirder transformation powers, and we can. Now go, give it a try. Keep your mouth open, too. I wanna see how this works.”

Ann let her tongue drape past her chin and activated Tongue Tied. Her tongue ached like it had lifted too many weights the day before. She could feel flesh shifting, taking on a new form and texture. New tastes flowed over her now transformed tongue as she made it curl upward, getting a good look. Sure enough, there was a long, rather thick tentacle. The arrowhead tip was exactly what she expected, minus the barbs. With a thought, the tip flared, and the sharp spines pierced through the skin without pain.

“Oh, that was feckin’ weird.”

Ann pulled the tongue back into her mouth. It felt oddly empty without something in there. Just a cavity behind her lips and teeth. She tried talking, but that really didn’t work. All she could make were some weird grunts. Experimenting, she got the tongue partially extended, enough to function like a normal tongue.

“That’s so weird!”

“How’s it feel? Can you taste the same? Never knew what they could do with those.”

“Let you know. What I do know is that I can control the barbs pretty easily. So come here, and let’s pick up where we started.”

Ann grabbed Rosalyn by the horns and kissed her again.

The little surprised noise Rosalyn always made was quickly replaced by a happy moan. Arms twined around their bodies as the kiss deepened.

Ann pushed her tongue into Rosalyn’s mouth. The spade head slipped in easily. When it found Rosalyn’s tongue, Ann really got to work. Their breaths sped up as Ann twisted the prehensile appendage, wrapping it around Rosalyn’s tongue, teasing and pressing at spots her normal tongue couldn’t. She could feel Rosalyn trying to resist a little, but it was too much for the Druid. She overwhelmed Rosalyn as she grabbed hold of the woman’s breasts, kneading the soft flesh with relish.

Kat wasn’t to be ignored. She came up behind Rosalyn and completed the Druid sandwich. Ann felt one hand reach between her and Rosalyn, then slide downwards. The hitch in Rosalyn’s breath meant Kat’s fingers were getting to work.

“Ye’re gonna do it, right?” Kat purred.

Rosalyn made a questioning noise.

“Ye’re gonna take that tongue, right?”

Ann pushed her tongue in further. She had plenty to give. Gently, she felt around, finding the back of Rosalyn’s mouth, the entrance to her throat.

“Ye’re gonna let ‘er feck yer throat wit’ ‘er tongue.”

Rosalyn’s entire body trembled. A wanton moan vibrated into Ann’s mouth.

Ann pushed further. The long, slithery tongue pushed into Rosalyn’s neck easily. If she’d had a gag reflex after Ann had used her for so long, it was long gone. It was such a strange sensation. She could feel the muscles in Rosalyn’s neck twisting, clenching, trying to pull the intruder further in. Her tongue wasn’t an erogenous zone, sadly, but just that she could do this was making Ann’s cock ache.

Rosalyn’s hips started rocking as Kat slid a finger into her.

“Ye’re doin’ so well, love. Show ‘er how good ye are at that. Way better than I am. Best cock sucker of all o’ us, aren’t ye?”

Ann felt Rosalyn’s throat tighten all at once. Gods, this was incredible. At first, she slowly started pulling the length out. When Rosalyn protested, hands gripping Ann’s head desperately, she gave the woman what she wanted.

Together, Kat and Ann took the Druid apart. Kat knew exactly where to touch her to send Rosalyn soaring, and Ann was an overwhelming presence just being herself.

Rosalyn came. Her throat squeezed tight around the writhing intruder in her neck as she kept the kiss up.

Ann’s hand sped up, massaging the sheep’s large nipples between her fingers.

“Aye. That’s it. Come apart fer us, little lamb. Show us how much ye love us. Good girl.”

Fuck, Ann almost wanted Kat to talk to her like that. The way Rosalyn melted at those words only made her want it more.

“Alright. Ann, pull out. Think she’s gettin’ dizzy,” Kat warned.

Ann did. She pulled her head back, that is. Her tongue was still in Rosalyn’s neck. She pulled back and back. Inches upon inches, and she could still feel it in there. After nearly two feet, she finally felt the limit, and the tongue pulled free, tangling down her chest.

“Holy Hells,” Kat whispered. “I want it.”

“You… go ahead,” Rosalyn panted. “I’ll be… I’ll get back in after a minute.”

As their Druid crawled to the side, Kat lunged at Ann, tackling her to the bedroll.

“Hm, does my princess want this?” Ann cooed, wrapping her tongue around one of her breasts, letting the tip tease a nipple. With a sudden movement, she rolled Kat to the side and straddled her. “She only gets it if she asks for it.”

“Feck, ye for real?”

“I’m not hearing what I want,” Ann growled. “Guess you don’t want this.”

Ann had to suppress a grin as she watched Kat’s eye go wide, watching the tongue start to retract.

“Nae! I do want it!”

“What do you want?”

“Feck me with that tongue, Ann. Holy shite, put it in whatever hole ye want an’ make me scream.”

Ann moved the long, coiling tentacle of a tongue, squeezing her breast before moving to one of Kat’s. Mmmf, how that made the warrior’s eye lose focus. She couldn’t help herself. She leaned in and took a nipple in her mouth, suckling gently as her tongue squeezed the rest.

“Ah, oh, oh yeah, holy… Ann!” Kat moaned. “So feckin’ good. Keep goin’!” Kat’s wet groin started to move, grinding up on Ann’s thigh.

Ann pulled back. Kat let out a complaining mewl.

“You wanted more, right? I think you deserve more after how you helped me. Lay back. Let me take care of you.”

Ann crawled back, letting her tongue trail behind her as she kissed a trail down Kat’s statuesque abs. These things always deserved worship for how much work Kat put into them. Kissing lower, she nuzzled into the small bush of brown hair Kat kept above her pussy, letting her lover’s scent fill her senses. That heady musk always got her going, and she was already horny.

“I’m gonna fuck you stupid,” Ann promised.

She didn’t go easy. Kat never liked that. She shoved her tongue in deep. With the tip still up on the woman’s abs, this meant doubling it up and sliding it in as the tip slid further down.

“OOohhhh that feels so weird!”

“Want me to stop?”

“NO!” Hands gripped Ann’s ears, pulling her in.

Ann grinned. Pressing her advantage, she finally got her tongue all the way back, the tip slipping into Kat’s depths wetly. Taste exploded in Ann’s mouth. Not only Kat’s pussy, or her juices that she already had a heightened taste of, but what Ann could only describe as her blood. It was coppery and full of life. She was sure Kat wasn’t bleeding, but she could taste it anyway. 

A pulse of instinct told her to release her barbs. It took effort to fight it back. Effort Kat noticed.

“Ye good?” the princess panted down to Ann.

“Yesh, inshtinct.”

“Do I need taaeeee,” Kat trailed off as Ann wiggled her tongue. 

The way she could hit all of Kat’s sensitive spots at once was thrilling. Getting all the way to the back and just barely brushing up against her crevix. She wasn’t done, though. With her tongue easily filling her love, she sealed her lips over the woman’s clit. She couldn’t lick the thing, wait, no, she could!

She pushed her tongue in again, letting it curl back on itself, double-stuffing the clinging walls. 

Kat’s hands on her head tensed as she was overstimulated, just like Ann wanted. 

Ann’s hands grabbed the woman’s powerful thighs and hooked them over her shoulders as her tongue made its way back out again, then stopped. It kept up the inner undulations, but the tip was still. Testing her control, Ann used it to prod at the sensitive hood just above Kat’s lips. It was remarkably easy. She pushed the veil back and latched onto Kat’s clit. With her tongue circling the nub, Kat’s cries redoubled, then tripled as Ann sucked.

Orenous be praised, the sounds ringing in Ann’s clamped-down ears were the purest music. 

She needed to do this to Rosalyn later.

Faster and faster, the tentacle tongue writhed inside of her lover. Every nook and cranny was filled. Every wall pressed against to heighten pleasure. Above all, Ann attacked that most sensitive spot with gusto. 

“Ann… Ann I’m… I’m cuuuu!” 

Kat’s cries were cut off as Ann pushed her over the edge. Kat’s jaw went slack, her eye crossing as she came. Ann only got a brief moment to take in the rapturous view before the thighs on her shoulders clamped down, and her face was forced into Kat’s soaking folds.

She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t want to. She needed to make Kat cum harder. Could she triple up her tongue? She tried, but there wasn’t enough to snake the tongue back out and give Kat’s clit the attention it deserved.

Increment by increment, the pressure on Ann’s skull lessened. Then, all at once, Kat collapsed back on the bedroll.

Ann pulled back, letting her tongue naturally uncoil inside her girlfriend before pulling it back into her mouth. Gods, the amount of fluids it brought back with it was incredible. The taste filled her mouth before a loud gulp swallowed everything.

“Yeah, we’re doing more of that,” Rosalyn giggled, flopping on top of Ann’s sweaty back. “You’re keeping that one.”

“All the time?”

“If you can.”

“You just want me to throat fuck you whenever we kiss.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Not at all.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Well… only if food tastes the same. Don’t want to lose that.”

“Aw, but it’s just a modification. It doesn’t even fall out! You could switch it back for food, then back again after!”

“Ten health for that!”

“Yeah, but Bren can patch you up!”

“Rosalyn, sometimes that’ll matter.”

“Fiiiine, just see, ‘kay?” Rosalyn pouted.

“I will.”

“By Orenous’ tits and ass that was amazzing,” Kat slurred. “Wonder what it’d do in me arse.”

“We can find out later. I’ve still got another skill to show you two,” Ann teased.