She kept her movements slow, savouring each motion and the fullness she felt when he hit her depths. Her sex spasmed, clenching around him and coating him as he bit her neck. She muttered something in Elven as she came. The air around them rippled. Selakir did not stop though she kept the slowly stroking motion. She wanted to bring him to a slow and very intense climax.
The goddess frowned and left the pair. She sensed the presence outside this place. It was probing and searching. It was tinge with something foul. She sneered and found the mage in his cave with his creatures. He was untouchable by her though. The magic he conjured was danger and death to the gods. It called a presence older than her and most of the pantheon. This is why they needed the lovers.
Selakir could feel the tension building again in her body. She had never known such pleasure could exist. She moaned and sighed with every stroke.
The goddess frowned and left the pair. She sensed the presence outside this place. It was probing and searching. It was tinge with something foul. She sneered and found the mage in his cave with his creatures. He was untouchable by her though. The magic he conjured was danger and death to the gods. It called a presence older than her and most of the pantheon. This is why they needed the lovers.
Selakir could feel the tension building again in her body. She had never known such pleasure could exist. She moaned and sighed with every stroke.