He smiled, right now she sounded and felt more and more like an immortal that she was, just like the day he got her. he teased more at her as crack with his other hand and then pulled back quickly.
Eira thighs parted wider of their own hungry-inviting accord; her knees trembled violently as the glistening petals of her sex bloomed open like a desperate, needy flower offered to unholy sight as the moonlight shone on her leaking pussy.
"Mhhmm~"
Her wings quivered violently and scattered faint sparks of iridescent dust that smelled of ozone, starlit sin, and the hot, dripping essence of fairy cunt.
Eira's hips surrendered in a single, shameless roll — forward, then back — as the proud column of her tiny perfect spine dissolved into a liquid wave of profane offering. The motion was obscenely wanton, her minuscule body arched and presented her soaked pussy more openly, more lewdly, to the divine hand that now owned her.
"…Master."
