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[They're both wearing masks, but for him, his is more another facet of his self. This face, this form, is as natural to him as his other three. He'd had them all from birth, and they all fit him like they belonged to him. But he wore this one most, because as much as the other two were just as much his own, this was the more 'acceptable' one. Perhaps soon, they might show each other those other sides, but perhaps not this day.

She spread her folds and he leaned in and lapped at her, a long drag of his tongue over where she dipped in, then up to find and tease around her clit. He suckled it gently, nuzzling in against her and tasting that tang that women had, that sweet musk that never failed to get him from sleeping to aroused in a heartbeat. And he was achingly hard, but that was easily ignored for the pleasure of licking at her. His hand slid under to her ass, gripping her and lifting her up as if she was something sweet he was going to take a bite from.]