[God Quest] a stream too shallow

As Ronin's hips rose he'd feel...the strangest sort of resistance. Almost as if something was upon him that weighed more than he could even think of moving. Or perhaps he was being pulled down, certainly, his mind was too far away to parse the difference. Pulling back, Safrin's body a sonnet of female perfection, she narrowed an eye to give him a softly scolding look. "Now, now" Safrin whispered, cheeks dusky and eyes becoming ever more hooded with desire as she leaned forward to press her lips against his ear. "...let me..." And then, he was hers. Sinking down, her thighs tight against his as her hips rocked to take in every ounce he had to offer, she gasped against the shell of his ear, eyelashes fluttering with the fullness of him. Her torso leaned against his as she placed a bracing hand beside his neck, her body contorted beautifully to leverage every inch of skin. Still Ronin would feel that strange sensation of being unable to move his hips, unable to thrust into her. He was hers, to tease, to taunt, to use as much as she liked. But if that was a point worth making, surely she'd done so by now. Safrin rose once more before she engulfed him again, softly moaning a shaky breath into the deep purple of the couch. The perfect plum of her ass rose into the air as her cheek brushed alluringly against Ronin's, her lips whispering across his own. "More?" And Ronin would find his limbs light and energetic once again. Safrin