She clenched her inner walls tightly around the head of his cock, pulsing rhythmically.
"Now it's my turn to make *you* suffer."
For the next several minutes, she really tortured him beautifully.
Sometimes she would ride him with long, powerful strokes… rising until only the tip remained, then slamming down hard, letting him feel the full depth of her tight, greedy pussy. Sol would groan in relief, his hands squeezing her ass, only for her to suddenly stop moving the moment he started enjoying it too much.
Other times she would sit fully impaled on him and simply rock in tiny, maddening circles, grinding her clit against his pelvis while refusing to give him any real thrusting.
"Zephyra… please," Sol finally rasped, his voice cracking with need. His cock was painfully hard, twitching and leaking inside her.
"Please?" She arched a perfect brow, looking down at him with mock surprise. "The Divine One is begging now? How delicious."
