If this was what worshipping a deity entailed, consider Edy full-on converted. Her entire body was stimulated in a way that she'd only vaguely fantasized about; hands rubbing and pinching at her nipples and inciting the best sparks of pain and static-pleasure, the skilled rhythmic circles on her clit that unlike certain clumsy lovers never strayed from absolute bliss, and finally being well and properly fucked in a way she never thought possible.
Edy felt her legs start to shake as tension began to build inside of her thighs and then strangely low at the base of her spine as well. "F-fff-" Frey, or fuck? In this context, it was more than synonymous. Greedily, Edy reached for one of the phantom hands on her nipples and drove it down to her cock, now slick and ready to be properly broken-in. Leaning back against Frey, Edy's hands tangled backwards into the gods hair as she let herself cum (twice simultaneously). The sound that left her lips was not a moan, a scream, or a whimper, but somehow just a pure exhalation of joy and orgasmic pleasure. It was without colour, or form, beyond language and though she tried desperately to map out the feeling, not even in her sweetest memories would she be able to replicate how she was currently feeling.
Her 'inner' orgasm raced through her, causing her legs to buckle and her arms to shake, while her 'external' orgasm seemed to pull at the back of her legs. The sensation of actually cuming was strange and new and everything she wanted it to be that as her hips finally came to a halt, for once in her life, Edrei Launceleyn was absolutely satisfied.
Edy felt her legs start to shake as tension began to build inside of her thighs and then strangely low at the base of her spine as well. "F-fff-" Frey, or fuck? In this context, it was more than synonymous. Greedily, Edy reached for one of the phantom hands on her nipples and drove it down to her cock, now slick and ready to be properly broken-in. Leaning back against Frey, Edy's hands tangled backwards into the gods hair as she let herself cum (twice simultaneously). The sound that left her lips was not a moan, a scream, or a whimper, but somehow just a pure exhalation of joy and orgasmic pleasure. It was without colour, or form, beyond language and though she tried desperately to map out the feeling, not even in her sweetest memories would she be able to replicate how she was currently feeling.
Her 'inner' orgasm raced through her, causing her legs to buckle and her arms to shake, while her 'external' orgasm seemed to pull at the back of her legs. The sensation of actually cuming was strange and new and everything she wanted it to be that as her hips finally came to a halt, for once in her life, Edrei Launceleyn was absolutely satisfied.
