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thighs so thoroughly. those moans were like music to the ears of the priestess.)
tell me, dear… can the gods touch you like i’m able to? are they able to make you feel how i do?
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humu… so stubborn.
(her stare remained calm, only for swirls of violet and gold to begin appearing inside her irises. her hands continued to explore her fellow priestess’ lower half, squeezing her behind and
of her jaw, hands beginning to feel up her soft behind.)
the gods aren’t watching. for now, you belong to * 𝐦𝐞.
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so i’ve been told.
(it wouldn’t take long for ina to begin her crawl on top of the blonde, until ame’nis was pinned beneath her, bodies still tightly squished together. a gentle kiss is placed to the side
press tightly together. she could feel her breath tingling her lips, her body warmth spreading to her own…)
hmm… i feel a sense of belonging. deep rooted want. a desire to keep you as my own.
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(she listens to every word, hanging on to every detail, as if painting a picture of how she felt in her mind. a quiet hum is given, hands now fall down to wrap around ame’nis’ waist as their bodies
you worry far too much. the gods can’t see us here. now tell me again; what do you feel, my dear?
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humu… here, my dear.
(her hand now latches onto ame’nis’ wrist, dragging it to her own heart, letting her feel it beat. she stares the whole time, as if burning the image of her reaction into her mind.)
blonde’s chest, stopping around where her heart would be located.)
is it something here? we call that love, my dear. do you think that’s what it might be?
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humu… beds have that effect on me as well. or perhaps is it something deeper?
(a small smile began to form on her face as her hair was stroked. a finger is raised, dragged down her neck, towards the
(as ame’nis slipped into her sheets with her, ina was quick to grow close, laid on her side with her face by the blonde’s neck, a quiet sigh escaping the priestess.)
humu… a sense of longing? whatever do
