Sun Mote Copse Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats

Her head was swimming, her throat was dry. She felt a longing deep within her belly that she'd never known before. He confirmed what she thought, that their sole love should be for Molech. Their souls themselves were Molech's. To be truly and wholly devoted...one could not take a mate. It would distract, take away from the bond with God. Her heart thrummed with love for Molech, with understanding...and with lust.

She felt his touch like a burning brand, like lightening alighting on her side. It sent her insides shivering and moving, squirming in a way that was warm and pleasant but uncontrollable.  She felt her eyes go closed at the touch, a soft sigh escaped her. How long had it been since she'd been touched? She'd never been touched in this way, never had someone able to move her insides with their breath on her side. But before Eshamun had been lead by Molech to her at the river, she hadn't been touched since she left her mother's side. She had not shared an embrace, had not leaned against another for support.

This was an entirely different touch...but the lack of physical connection in all the months before made it all the more powerful. She felt that Molech was smiling down upon them, approving of their actions, of their emotions. Ar-Khalba's growling voice made shivers flash across her, she could feel his rumble within her very bones. The word encouraged drew forth an unplanned growl from her throat. The noise surprised her, she'd never heard herself sound that way before. It was needy and mewling but demanding at the same time. Her tail flicked on her rump, as if her body knew more than she.

"Molech would want us to enjoy our bodies." She murmured, lost in the ecstasy of his touch. Her thoughts tumbled through her head but she did not speak. "Our love and devotion belongs to the Many Armed God but our passion is ours. And you must serve me, and my sisters. You must help us tame the passion of our bodies." She leaned into his touch now, only slightly. She was nervous, her hind legs trembled but she wasn't sure which emotion caused that. She knew what could come next, she wasn't daft. It frightened her how much she wanted the weight of him upon her, the touch of him where no one else had touched her.

"I have never..." She half-whispered, her voice breathy. "...never...been served...in such desires." She adopted his words, shying away from more vulgar terms. She felt her skin blushing hot, or was the heat from him touching her? She wasn't sure. Her entire body was an electrical current, snapping and dancing around the grounding pole that was Ar-Khalba, magnetized to him.