As Cain ruffled her hair, she licked him from the base to the tip, pushing the whole thing down her throat in one move. "This is it," Cain grabbed her head with one palm, pulling her toward him.
Sofia in the back stared at her, "Wasn't she supposed to not have done it for over a thousand years?"
"She didn't," Asmo stared at her, "That doesn't change who she is, nor how you are. You two were always good with your mouths."
"I know," Sofia sighed.
"Hurry-nya!" Maharaja growled, "You're taking to long-nya."
"AHH!" Tiamat pulled Cain's flesh out of her mouth, staring back at Maharaja while stroking it, "I'm taking my time. It's been over a millennia,"
"We've also been waiting," Grace stared at her with a passive face, "I don't mind helping you there,"
