charlie
"No, you're so big." The priestess counters breathlessly as she feels the wonderfully familiar sensation of being dragged out from her body. It wasn't like being pulled out to sea by a tide, but instead like having her shadow peeled away from the balls of her feet. The gravity of it had the muscles in her legs burning which only heightened the pleasure she got from pushing herself to the very limits of what she was capable. No type of worship was as pure or perfect as being properly fucked in Charlie's humble opinion. How a bit of bodily friction could lead to such a chemical explosion was nothing short of a miracle, and was precisely the sort of chaotic impermanence that Dygra stood for.
Pain contoured the edges of Charlie's orgasm, which only made it more multifaceted and thus dazzling as she finally came. Moaning out Dygra's praises and Danta's, Charlie's small frame shivered around his cock as the force of his own orgasm had her gasping for breath and reaching out for him. Curling herself against his chest, her body small and still flinching with the ricochets of her pleasure, the priestess let her mind go dark for a few moments as she revelled in what it was to be wholly if not temporarily, satisfied.
Pain contoured the edges of Charlie's orgasm, which only made it more multifaceted and thus dazzling as she finally came. Moaning out Dygra's praises and Danta's, Charlie's small frame shivered around his cock as the force of his own orgasm had her gasping for breath and reaching out for him. Curling herself against his chest, her body small and still flinching with the ricochets of her pleasure, the priestess let her mind go dark for a few moments as she revelled in what it was to be wholly if not temporarily, satisfied.
she's the giggle at a funeral
