Frankly, Elaros had been taking it slowly because Nyx hadn't really made any directions as to the contrary. She seemed perfectly fine with letting him take his time, to acquaint himself with her, so to speak.
Elaros' acute senses allowed him to remember the countours, scents, and flavors of almost every single woman he'd taken to bed. With Nyx, he'd be no different.
When she sighed with relief, Elaros chuckled, and looked up at her as he nestled his head between her legs.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a little hungry," he teased, and then he let his tongue hang out of his mouth, all eight inches of it. His tongue writhed around, and he outlined her sex briefly before he brought it to bear against her.
For now, his tongue hadn't made entry. Rather, it was coiling and swirling around between her folds as he rubbed his snout into her, getting so much of that sweet scent of hers. The snout-rubbing also had the added benefit of stimulating her clit to no end.
