He takes a good look at me, my face and my features as the sweet-smelling flower acts as an ornament.
"Beautiful." He whispers hoarsely his searing breath fondling my quivering lips. Before he could capture me and yank me down to him to paint the blank canvas that is my cunt with his seed I swiftly lunge myself rearward away from his quaking limbs that tremor under the weight of his appetite. I am intentionally starving him for when he gets his third present the king can feast. "Theia." He snarls with irritation for he knows exactly what it is I am doing.
"Pateince is a virtue, Phobos. Did you not teach me this?"
"Come here." His voice is throaty filled with a tremendous greed to be inside me, to feel the tight drenched yet scalding walls of my cunt clamping around his cock milking him dry.
