"Zephyra… fuck… let me move," he growled, voice strained.
She only smiled wider, arching her back beautifully as she rode him in deep, sensual circles.
"Beg," she said simply, clenching tightly around him again. "Beg the High Shaman nicely, and maybe… just maybe… I'll ride you like you want."
Sol's pride flared. He bared his teeth in a feral grin even as his body trembled beneath her.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he rasped.
"Oh, immensely," Zephyra admitted with a low, wicked laugh. She rose once more until only the cockhead remained inside her, then stayed there, hovering, denying him her heat. "I can feel how badly you want to flip me over and fuck me senseless again. But not now. Not until I've had my fill of watching you squirm."
She finally sank down again… painfully slow… and began a new torment: short, shallow bounces that only took half his length, never giving him the deep, satisfying thrusts he craved.
