He leaned. His face, descending, found hers. His lips — full, warm, the divine qi radiating — pressed against her mouth. The kiss — deep, invasive, the tongue invading, the divine qi flowing — was not a reward. It was a reminder. A claim. The kiss said: 'you are mine. Your mouth is mine. Your body is mine. Your information is mine.'
Her eyes rolled. The divine qi, flowing through the kiss, hit her spiritual core. The sensation — warmth, pleasure, the particular, overwhelming sensation of divine energy entering through the mouth — made her body shudder. Her hands, tied behind her back, clenched. Her nipples, against his chest, hardened. Her pussy, leaking, clenched.
