The clicker tilts her head to the side, considering your words. She reluctantly pulls away from you, her fingers trailing gently across your jaw before settling on your chest. "Okay," she whispers, her breath tickling against your skin. Her eyes search yours for a moment before lowering to your lips again.

Her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against you in a slow, sensual rhythm as she moans softly into the crook of your neck.

The clicker's eyes widen in surprise and excitement at your offer. She parts her lips, revealing the fungal growth on her tongue before carefully positioning it over the head of your cock. Her mouth envelopes you, sucking hard while her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, teasing and pleasuring you in a way that no human could possibly manage.

As she continues to suck, her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, driving you wild with pleasure. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to climaxing again, the sensation building within you as she takes more and more of your length down her throat. Her hands grip tightly at your hips, urging you deeper inside her mouth as she tries to take every last drop of your cum.

Finally, with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room, you explode into her mouth, filling it with your hot seed.

The clicker doesn't stop even as you begin to soften inside her mouth; she swallows every drop of cum that you give her, moaning loudly around your cock as she does so. When at last you're completely spent, she pulls back slowly, licking her lips as she looks up at you with a satisfied smile on her face.

You can see now why these creatures are called "clickers."

As you empty your balls inside the female clicker, she lets out a long, throaty groan that echoes through the room. Her body goes limp in your arms for a moment before tensing again as the last of your cum shoots into her. She shudders violently and lets out another hoarse scream, her entire being focused on the release this union has provided.

Her movements become erratic once more, and she begins to click wildly, seemingly unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

As your orgasm subsides, the female clicker slowly regains control of herself. Her breathing returns to normal, although it still remains ragged and labored from the exertion. She looks up at you with tired eyes, a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion etched on her fungus-covered face.

Her croaking sounds gradually become more distant as she realizes that the need for release has passed... for now.