frey
"Well it won't hurt." Frey replied striding forward. "Unless you want it to. A little experimentation is healthy." They towered before the girl now. "The safe word is the Voice." Their voice like the sliding of skin beneath satin sheets with only a midnight candle to light the room. And then Frey enfolded Amalia in their arms and everything went black and Amalia's clothing fell away.
And then red.
The world was like what you'd imagine a womb to look like from the inside; indistinct shades of red and black. Frey overcame every willowed part of the young baker, filling her cracked placed and flooding her core with sensation and brilliance. Frey bloomed within Amalia like a lilac in the spring, rejuvenating and bursting from within her. Orgasmic echoes danced through the young woman's belly, shivering down to her toes and making the feeling of the midnight grass around her body feel like a divine experience.
Not growing any longer, Frey now rose above Amalia like a wave, bringing the women's body up to the crest of their sensual surge as pressure suddenly released within the baker and an orgasm racked through her. "See—" Frey whispered in that moment, their hands writhing over the young woman from within, caressing her heart and filling her lungs with air that seemed to belay an intimacy of information. The womb-like narrative before them shifted suddenly. Blown up to the clouds Amalia would see the life span of the barrier race by, days occurring in milliseconds. Zooming in with nauseating precision suddenly they were wrapped around the Spire, Frey holding Amalia's naked body from the outside now, limbs far more than they had before cupping every inch of her. As the strains of her orgasm faded away, one of Frey's suddenly-many hands began a slow descent down Amalia's belly, halting just as the cleft of her hip. Below, the spire demon looked up, only it had wide and intelligent eyes and appeared quite tame. With a lolling sort of stride it began to climb the Spire directly towards where Frey and Amalia lingered, its expression one of sort of chaotic joy.
Frey's fingers tapped lightly against Amalia's thighs as another hand slithered between her legs, the price for knowledge clear.
"More?" They whispered.
And then red.
The world was like what you'd imagine a womb to look like from the inside; indistinct shades of red and black. Frey overcame every willowed part of the young baker, filling her cracked placed and flooding her core with sensation and brilliance. Frey bloomed within Amalia like a lilac in the spring, rejuvenating and bursting from within her. Orgasmic echoes danced through the young woman's belly, shivering down to her toes and making the feeling of the midnight grass around her body feel like a divine experience.
Not growing any longer, Frey now rose above Amalia like a wave, bringing the women's body up to the crest of their sensual surge as pressure suddenly released within the baker and an orgasm racked through her. "See—" Frey whispered in that moment, their hands writhing over the young woman from within, caressing her heart and filling her lungs with air that seemed to belay an intimacy of information. The womb-like narrative before them shifted suddenly. Blown up to the clouds Amalia would see the life span of the barrier race by, days occurring in milliseconds. Zooming in with nauseating precision suddenly they were wrapped around the Spire, Frey holding Amalia's naked body from the outside now, limbs far more than they had before cupping every inch of her. As the strains of her orgasm faded away, one of Frey's suddenly-many hands began a slow descent down Amalia's belly, halting just as the cleft of her hip. Below, the spire demon looked up, only it had wide and intelligent eyes and appeared quite tame. With a lolling sort of stride it began to climb the Spire directly towards where Frey and Amalia lingered, its expression one of sort of chaotic joy.
Frey's fingers tapped lightly against Amalia's thighs as another hand slithered between her legs, the price for knowledge clear.
"More?" They whispered.
