"So is that why you're so rough with the maids?" Isdis crawled up to his face, grasping his flesh tightly in her hand, and she was using quite a bit of strength. "What about the secret part where we smell and taste like food?"
"Are those even a secret?" He lifted her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "So, how do you want it? Gentle, slow, or rough?"
She smiled, looked at his face with a large blush, and then whispered in his ear. "I was thinking, let's give those princesses a scare. My divine body is durable enough, so go a bit beyond rough." She reached down with her hand, lined him up with her back end, and let her weight do the job. With how large Arad had just made himself, just getting the tip in felt a bit painful.
