She leaned in close, darting her tongue in and out rapidly. With each dart, she licked the nipple she held between her fingers. Ripple’s whimpers became full blown moans. That was all the encouragement Eaglette needed. She popped the whole juicy morsel into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. She suckled lavishly, enjoying the taste of the olive nub. When she introduced her teeth to the mixture with a set of sharp nips, Ripple writhed in her arms like an eel.

The free hand that Eaglette was currently using to grope at Ripple’s ample bottom, made a beeline for the crease between Ripple’s legs. She was helpless, consumed with sensational tactile stimulation. After having gone so long without another person’s touch, Eaglette was sure she was driving the strange creature insane with stimulation. She loved the way Ripple squirmed under her, pinned under the weight of the hunter’s body. She held the creature tightly, preventing any escape.

With a wicked giggle, Eaglette slipped her probing fingers between Ripple’s bare legs. There she found the tiny mound of Ripple’s clit. She massaged it, gently at first. The more she stroked the sensitive place, the more Ripple’s moans turned into cries of utter pleasure. She stroked harder, and Ripple tightened in her grasp. The tiny green woman jolted as the waves of a powerful orgasm rocked through her. Ripple dug her nails into Eaglette’s powerful upper arms, but the huntress wouldn’t let go. She stroked faster, watching with a hungry expression as her torture brought Ripple past the edge, over and over again.

Eaglette’s fingers sought out the deeper reaches of Ripple’s pussy. She wanted to feel the pulse of those magnificent contractions. She probed deeper, and the tight muscles of Ripple’s sex grabbed at her exploring digits. Her companion pulsed around her, pushing at her fingers. She stroked inside that juicy pussy, fucking her hard with her fingers and making Ripple scream in agony and ecstasy.

“Mercy, please,” Ripple whimpered, but Eaglette showed her none. She delved in deeper, rhythmically pinching her nipple with every stroke. It was more than Ripple could take, her body shuddered as a grand climax consumed her, leaving her wheezing and breathless.

Ripple was crying, wet tears staining her walnut skin. She clung to Eaglette like her life depended on it, struggling to take every shuddering breath. Only then did Eaglette concede, and remove her fingers from the guardian’s dripping cunt. Only then did she release her from sexual torture.