Hotaru
Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold
Her name sounds lovely on his lips, tortured and erotic. It makes her swallow around him, throat relaxed and grateful for the way he allows her to take - and keep - control. Even his hands remain away from her golden head, though he is more than allowed to change that.
Sinking as low as she can until the pressure is nearly too much, she lingers there, swallowing intermittently as she lets her electricity dance on her fingertips. Just a touch, a pleasant buzz more than a shock where her hands remain splayed over his hips. Her hands move inward over his navel slowly, teasing at his nerves in a dual array of sensations until the shallow amount of air she can get runs out and she pulls away again, fully off of him so he can rest against her tongue as she regains her breath with a heated stare.
"That good?" she checks in, willing to cease her magic if necessary and not utilize her ice spheres if she sees even a glimpse of discomfort in his face. Even oral wouldn't be enough to distract him if he doesn't enjoy it.
Sinking as low as she can until the pressure is nearly too much, she lingers there, swallowing intermittently as she lets her electricity dance on her fingertips. Just a touch, a pleasant buzz more than a shock where her hands remain splayed over his hips. Her hands move inward over his navel slowly, teasing at his nerves in a dual array of sensations until the shallow amount of air she can get runs out and she pulls away again, fully off of him so he can rest against her tongue as she regains her breath with a heated stare.
"That good?" she checks in, willing to cease her magic if necessary and not utilize her ice spheres if she sees even a glimpse of discomfort in his face. Even oral wouldn't be enough to distract him if he doesn't enjoy it.
Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time
