Cock? You mean cocks. You slithering creature.
She gulped audibly, the sound loud in the firelit guest room. Should she just do it? Should she just grit her teeth, let him take her, and get it over with so she could finally sleep without the looming anxiety of his unmet needs?
Syris, whose cold-blooded sensitivity could pick up the sudden, frantic spike in her heart rate, immediately sensed her spiraling.
He lifted his head, his hazy green eyes clearing as he looked down at her wide, panicked expression. He let out a soft, vibrating hiss of amusement, his cool hand coming up to gently brush a stray curl from her forehead.
"We have plenty of time to go all the way with that," Syris purred, his voice a dark, soothing balm that instantly poured water over her internal fire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he lowered his voice to a devious, spine-tingling whisper. "We have plenty of time, my Queen, where I will map your insides with my dicks."
