[ Fingers relax, following the motion of her head, length steadily sliding in and back out. There's something almost appreciative about the way he watches the circle of her lips widen the deeper he is, the first time they've done this leaving him with a good impression of her willingness to let go, to give in to her curiosity and the substance coloring the world around her, filling every impulse with the desire to please him and indulge herself.
Zephir has no interest in being a god, doesn't have time to pay any mind to prayers and religion, and yet these moments where he can see worship before him and under him are too delectable to ignore. It makes him want to see her struggle, bringing her close enough to feel her nose brush against his navel. ]
That's it.
[ A soft murmur, massaging her scalp, hips moving in indulgent rolls. ]
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Zephir has no interest in being a god, doesn't have time to pay any mind to prayers and religion, and yet these moments where he can see worship before him and under him are too delectable to ignore. It makes him want to see her struggle, bringing her close enough to feel her nose brush against his navel. ]
That's it.
[ A soft murmur, massaging her scalp, hips moving in indulgent rolls. ]
I'll take care of you soon. Just a little more.