Purple eyes to golden orbs. Alabaster hands to ebony skin. Pride knew what he was doing. He was a son who took everything but he also was very capable to give. He rewarded loyalty. He rewarded the good deeds. He rewarded the goddess with his special attention. With his hands playing with the most sensitive spots of her body. How she loved him! How she loved when he was playing with her nerves and turned her roars into submissive purrs. She was craving Pride. She was craving for his lips on the crook of her neck,
For his hands kneading her sensitive breasts and pulling onto her nipples. She was craving for his tongue on her clit, driving her out of her mind as he would taste her juices and make her squirm beneath him.
Pride was good.
Pride was unfair too. He would turn the goddess into a puddle of nerves, using her soft and sensitive skin to his advantage, making her sing the song of passion and beg for more. Ah, he loved it when she begged. The goddess did too. She had always tried to hold
Her own against
Her siblings, she has always dreamed of being in charge and yet, with Pride she was willing to lose herself into him because she trusted him. Pride would always help her find herself when they were done. He would always make sure she is alright and satisfied. Yes, because it couldn't be otherwise. She had to be left empty of any remaining desire. He would have to quench her thirst and satiate her hunger of him and he always did. Pride was good. Purple eyes to golden orbs. She would never take her eyes off of him, not even when her body was giving up to the pleasure he gave her. He has to see what he was doing to her. He had to understand her cravings for him. And he did."
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