See I'm never gonna quit, got my legacy set in motion
The weight of what she's been offered won't fully register for him for some time; possibly ever, truthfully. When he's only got the glory to go off of, when he's only standing on the one side of the rope that's tugged, constantly rescued by the momentous power deemed worthy enough to mantle some mortals, how can he do anything other than consider the demigods heroes among men? What has been bestowed upon her is an honor, and while he wouldn't mind being afforded a similar gift of divine approval someday, her success does not overshadow the potential for his own. In time, he might begrudge more than the six-seconds of her presence thieved from his side, he might catch a glimpse of what it's like to be on the side of the cord that is constantly yanked with the urgency of need and chaos (or at times, an utterly annoying lack thereof), but for now, this appears as nothing more than celebratory. She is worthy and capable, and he has always thought as much.
"UUUUGH!" he groans with no undue theatrics at the possibility of her ruined release. "That'd be the worst. I wonder if you can delay answer, just by like, a little." No different from a parent knocking on your door while on the last stroke or two, a frantically shouted, in a minute could be enough to do the trick, the interruption and risk of being caught sometimes a heightening experience even, and sometimes a killer of its own accord. Although, delaying answering a door for your parents doesn't have quite the same stakes as the cosmic forces and dire needs at play with demi-god summoning, and more than an orgasm might be killed if she waits. That potential seems far too unlikely to even surface to his mind, for now content with simply ensuring she cums as much as she pleases.
"Let's practice!" he suggests, bright with the potential. Though that sounds entirely like an invitation to work her towards the edge of pleasure, a role he'd never balk at, he means it much more simply than that. He leans her subtly back down to the ground, ready to dash back up the stairs and into a separate part of the house. "You stay here, I'll go channel you somewhere else!!!"
"UUUUGH!" he groans with no undue theatrics at the possibility of her ruined release. "That'd be the worst. I wonder if you can delay answer, just by like, a little." No different from a parent knocking on your door while on the last stroke or two, a frantically shouted, in a minute could be enough to do the trick, the interruption and risk of being caught sometimes a heightening experience even, and sometimes a killer of its own accord. Although, delaying answering a door for your parents doesn't have quite the same stakes as the cosmic forces and dire needs at play with demi-god summoning, and more than an orgasm might be killed if she waits. That potential seems far too unlikely to even surface to his mind, for now content with simply ensuring she cums as much as she pleases.
"Let's practice!" he suggests, bright with the potential. Though that sounds entirely like an invitation to work her towards the edge of pleasure, a role he'd never balk at, he means it much more simply than that. He leans her subtly back down to the ground, ready to dash back up the stairs and into a separate part of the house. "You stay here, I'll go channel you somewhere else!!!"
Kaisel
I've only just begun, I won't stop until it's done
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
