Perhaps something in her understands that he could be driven to madness, instinct or some echo from elsewhere or else-when, because the energy and the power shift slightly when he grasps her hair. The tug is different, transmuting as the energy and power flow back into her, a bobbing up and down on the currents of her power and her energy, rather than something that could do him harm.
He rises and falls in the currents of HER as she strokes him, licks his cock, moving but anchored securely in place. (Safety. He's hers and she won't let him be lost.)
She bobs her head, takes more of him in her mouth, then pulls back again, slow and steady.
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Date: 2024-03-25 01:07 am (UTC)He rises and falls in the currents of HER as she strokes him, licks his cock, moving but anchored securely in place. (Safety. He's hers and she won't let him be lost.)
She bobs her head, takes more of him in her mouth, then pulls back again, slow and steady.