She's flushing so dark at his words, at the mental images he's painting, especially the second one.
"Could never pass for a normal feast goer with your mouth on my cunt," she gasps. "Would be writhing in my seat."
"Is a ceremony in the temples to me on our island though" she pants. "Holdover from one of the goddesses they worshiped before they came to us. A feast and offerings are put in the temple for the goddess to enjoy, and then the temple is sealed for two days, no one goes in or out, whatever might be going on inside."
The story Skellig spun about 'the gray one' devouring a man bound to an altar has stuck in her head. "Never had reason to do more than drop in briefly before, but....." Her smile is a touch wicked and a touch mischievous.
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"Could never pass for a normal feast goer with your mouth on my cunt," she gasps. "Would be writhing in my seat."
"Is a ceremony in the temples to me on our island though" she pants. "Holdover from one of the goddesses they worshiped before they came to us. A feast and offerings are put in the temple for the goddess to enjoy, and then the temple is sealed for two days, no one goes in or out, whatever might be going on inside."
The story Skellig spun about 'the gray one' devouring a man bound to an altar has stuck in her head. "Never had reason to do more than drop in briefly before, but....." Her smile is a touch wicked and a touch mischievous.