The Hollows: Sneak Peek

 

On the mining planet of Erebos, life is a living hell. Living in The Rats, the lowest surface level of Erebos, Vera's choices are limited. She can break her back in the mines or break her spirit in one of the many brothels in The Rats. 

Choosing the darkness of the mines, Vera is resigned to an early death. So, when the tunnel rumbles in yet another cave-in, she expects oblivion. What she doesn't expect is a nightmare from the deep dark. Or the strange draw she feels toward the monster. 

The Hollows

sneak peek

After visibly inhaling, Vee-rah pushed both layers down, baring herself to me. My breath caught. A light layer of dark fur partially hid her mating slit, but it was drenched in her slickness. I dropped down onto my hands and crept forward. My eyes flicked from her mouth-watering slit to her face.

Could I taste? I could feel myself salivating. Vee-rah’s mating scent called to me, and my tongue lashed the inside of my mouth.

“Vee-rah,” I panted, easing closer.

She eyed me for long enough that I feared she had changed her mind, but then she lowered one hand between her legs. With two slim fingers, she parted her slit to show me the glistening flesh inside. The same pink as her tiny tongue, her entrance looked impossibly small.

I looked beneath me where my cocks hung heavy and dripping. With only one opening, there was no place for my secondary mating organ, and the expansion of my knot would break her small body. We could not mate, but I could taste her.

I darted forward to lick from her entrance to the small nub of flesh at the apex of her slit. Vee-rah cried out like a wounded animal and squeezed her eyes closed, but her mating musk bloomed in my face. I licked her again and again, gathering her slick on my tongue and rubbing it around the inside of my mouth to savor her flavor.

I had never tasted something so intoxicating. I moved closer, scooping her thighs into my hands to keep her open. As I lapped at her, more and more of her wetness dripped out of her until my muzzle was covered in it. More, I needed more.

I gently probed at her tiny entrance, and with a nudge, it spread wide for the tip of my tongue.

Vee-rah whined, her hands scrambling at my head. Had I hurt her? I started to retreat, but she pulled me closer, muttering my name repeatedly. She wanted more? I pressed my muzzle against her slit and thrust my tongue deep.

She made that high, helpless sound again, but I knew better than to stop. I thrust my tongue into her over and over until her body tensed, and she cried out my name. Her wetness gushed into my mouth, and I drank it down hungrily.