[God Quest] So anyway -

Hotaru

Deep dive into the dark
Masked eyes as you pick me apart

There’s no surprise, only a sense of triumph and ecstasy, as more hands than have ever touched her skin find their places upon it in worshipful chorus. Her throat is a hum of endless sound, moans and hedonistic laughter that rings out over the shining stones around them. “Yes!” Though many hands touch, reach, covet - hers only reach for Frey. Her nails come to small points in mindless animality to score wantonly down their back as she’s drawn in. Imperiousness fueled by the satisfaction of the illusory sensation of ignoring those that hunger for her in all their masses. To be wanted, to take all that is desperately offered, and to still leave them starving.

Frey’s voice drowns out the crying of her names and titles. Always loud above the crowd. Their slow, indulgent touch against her clit and through the wetness that shines from thighs to folds is electrifying - the sensory overload of endless roving hands makes it feel as if time is slipping through her fingertips until Frey’s touch anchors her in the current. “Made for you,” she forces past her wet and parted lips. Frey had made certain of that. They had reforged Hotaru’s entire existence, molded her like clay and gave her breath back with lightning.

Her strength is meaningless here, balanced in Frey’s godly hands. No need to vie for control or adjust the pace. Frey knows the exact length of time to make Hotaru wait, to stir the anticipation that burns from navel to throat, before delivering. Hotaru sinks down their cock with a crooning cry that swells and reaches unabashedly for the sky. Her nails slip down Frey’s golden chest, slick with her own sweat. But there’s still enough purchase to brace against as she lifts her hips and slowly - luxuriously - sinks back down. Focused on feeling every ridge and vein as she shakes and clenches around them. There is only ever perfection here. Length, girth, accuracy. Ambrosia so sweet that the chase for more eclipses any physical restraints - though Frey has freed her from those.

So Hotaru takes full advantage of that and slowly works up her pace, leaning forward instead of throwing her head back so that her breasts can press against Frey’s chest, sliding and stimulating her nipples as she rides them. Just close enough to pant against the herald’s neck where she moans her worship in the shape of their name over and over and over.

Your body melts into my skin
Baptise me and I'll be your sin