when I walk in a room, I can still make the whole place shimmer
Charlie can feel it building from the edges inward, like molten gold creeping up her calves until every nerve is singing. Gods, being locked in stone clearly hadn’t dulled Pann’s tongue; if anything, it felt sharpened, refined, honed for the sole purpose of coaxing this exact reaction out of her. The rough scrape of the rock at her back only makes the heat sharper, more consuming, and she releases one of the divots she’d burned into the wall to curl her fingers into his hair. Fire spills down over her knuckles, wrapping him in the same searing encouragement her voice pours into the air.
"Don’t you dare stop," she gasps, the words tumbling out between moans of his name, heels digging hard into his back to pull him closer. Her tail pulses tight around his cock with every shiver of pleasure, the pressure mirroring the rhythm of his tongue until it’s impossible to tell where one ache ends and the other begins. Every stroke drives her higher, until the pressure in her belly is so tight it’s almost painful, like she’s stretched across a wire that’s about to snap.
Her grip in his hair tightens, tugging him hard enough that if he needed to breathe, he should have thought about it before. The crest crashes into her all at once—hot, violent, and unstoppable. She cums with a cry that rings off the stone walls, her voice braiding his name with Dygra’s in shameless devotion, the sound carrying in wild, echoing waves until every last tremor runs its course.
"Don’t you dare stop," she gasps, the words tumbling out between moans of his name, heels digging hard into his back to pull him closer. Her tail pulses tight around his cock with every shiver of pleasure, the pressure mirroring the rhythm of his tongue until it’s impossible to tell where one ache ends and the other begins. Every stroke drives her higher, until the pressure in her belly is so tight it’s almost painful, like she’s stretched across a wire that’s about to snap.
Her grip in his hair tightens, tugging him hard enough that if he needed to breathe, he should have thought about it before. The crest crashes into her all at once—hot, violent, and unstoppable. She cums with a cry that rings off the stone walls, her voice braiding his name with Dygra’s in shameless devotion, the sound carrying in wild, echoing waves until every last tremor runs its course.
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
