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

Teach me

He would do just that -- awaking both her mind and body to the blessings Molech provided. She moved in, toward his touch, and Ar-Khalba needed no further prompting. The lapping of his tongue became less teasing in nature in favor of more deliberate motion. He wished to drive her up, higher and higher... to bring her near the furthest reaches, only to bring her down once more. He willed her anticipation to build as she carefully walked the edge.

The taste of her collecting on his tongue only drove himself further into her trance. Whatever she desired he would do, but not yet would he draw himself over her back -- that time would come, and soon. This passionate dance was a thing of careful restraint. Soon, he would give himself in full to her, but she needed to be ready. He needed to hear the fruits of her pleasure first; her moans and mumbles.

Then, and only then, would he give her what she wanted.