The contact sent a jolt through her, but it wasn't submission that flooded her veins… it was pure, unadulterated revulsion mixed with shock. Isylia froze, her eyes widening behind closed lids as the reality of his arousal pressed unmistakably against her lower stomach. It was hard, hot, and relentlessly demanding… a profane weapon seeking entrance to her sacred temple.
But the freeze lasted only a second. Then, the mighty Goddess returned.
"Remove that... thing... from my person immediately!" Isylia hissed, her voice vibrating with supreme disgust. She didn't melt; she stiffened like a statue of diamond. She tried to scramble backward on the obsidian seat, her hands clawing at his chest, trying to pry his heavy body off hers. "You rub against me like a lowly beast in heat! Have you no shame? No concept of the sacrilege you are committing?"
