[God Quest] a stream too shallow

The whisp of dark smoke that was her pubic hair rose towards the sky as Ronin lifted her hips. He'd find that the lean muscles beneath her skin were taut with anticipation, and yet for all her strength she trembled in the moments that lingered long between the pulses of breath  and the final, final touch of his lips upon her skin. When last had she been touched like this? Worshipped like this? Oh many did in their dreams, but not as reverently. Some thought of her as flesh to conquer over, imagining her in lewd positions, prostrated before them that they might exert their will over her and the rest of creation. Some suckled at her breast, happy to have her do the work of lifting them into her starlit fields of pleasure. But how long since she'd had anyone aim to be her equal? To bask in her not only because of the thrill it would bring her, but because of what it might offer them too? If it was apt to say that Ronin shone with starlight, Safrin errupted with it. It rained down upon them, covering them in fonts of light made tangible to their exposed flesh. With each moan of delight coaxed from Safrin by Ronin's eager and skilled tongue, she pulsed ever brighter, though not in a way that would blind her Dark Star. He'd see all the better for it and in ways he never could before. Wave-lines of energy sifted away from her in ultra-violet and prismatic hues. The beating pulsar of her heart thrummed from beneath a perfect breast as her hands moved to tear at the fabric of her gown, that his hands might have full access to her skin. "Ronin.." She gasped, fingers curled in his hair, pressing him against her before sharply raising his head from beneath her thighs. Panting, dizzy with lust and coloured scarlette with desire, Safrin looked at her star down the length of her own torso, lips parted. Awash in self control that held only by a thread, her fingers remained firmly tangled in his hair lest he try and finish her off against her better judgement. Sliding herself back on the marble floor, she patted the cushion of the chaise lounge, the fluttering of her heart casting star-gold shadows to pulse all around her. "Come here, my love." She whispered, breath low and eyes dark. Safrin