"Good girl," he murmured, voice rough. "Now kiss it."
Zeyra pulled back just enough to look up at him. Confusion flickered across her face for half a second… why was he making her suffer through these slow, inexplicable steps when she was already burning from the inside out?... but the trust in her eyes never wavered.
If he told her to walk into a beast tide bare-handed she would do it without blinking. Kissing his cock was nothing.
She leaned in and pressed her soft beautiful lips to the angry, flushed head in a tentative but almost reverent kiss as if she wasn't kissing a dirty cock but something scared, thinking about it his cock had been inside a real goddess and have fucked her thouroughly.
So did that make the thick, spit-slick length currently receiving Zeyra's soft, worshipful kisses a sacred object too.
After all, according to half saying he knew that people in this world, treat anything that has briefest contact with a god, something scared.
