." My last words are a whimper.I've only had my quirk affect someone a few times in my life.... I shutter with fear at what it might to to this women..... Why did it have to be such a strong animalistic woman?... My heart sinks as I think of her tongue....As if she is reading my mind I feel her tongue coil up my pant leg reaching all the way to to the top of my thigh... It stops just short of my balls. Her saliva is soaking into my thigh, for some reason my skin feels like it is on fire. I don't. He slowly takes her left feet thumb in her mouth and started kissing it. It was like an explosion and she gave a big shuddering sound and she lifted her head towards sky in excitement and I can feel that this move must have done wonders. She was sounding heavily and making some nasty sounds. He moved slowly towards her legs and kissed the inner thighs with his tongue and slowly he came at the Golden triangle and made her legs apart and sat down between her legs and for few moments he just. Hers went in, his didn’t. He kissed her, she kissed back. Izzy draped a leg and arm across him possessively as she flopped her head onto the pillow. She sniffed, paused, took another sniff at the pillow.“Have you washed the sheets?” She lifted her head onto her raised hand, elbow braced against the bed, so she could look down at him.“Might have done...” He replied as innocently as he could manage.“You’re an adequate cook, do the laundry and deliver satisfactory orgasms ... Do you have ANY bad. “Besides. I’ve been awake for quite a while, and I definitely promise to play nice. No offence, sister dearest, but your tongue can’t match daddy’s finger, and I don’t intend to be going crazy, when he has the cure for what ails me. I solemnly promise to control my romantic, monogamous fantasies, and play nice with both of you.”Just then, daddy called us to come to breakfast. We turned off the navigation lights, and went down to the galley. Daddy had cooked a much nicer breakfast than we.