Noctisardor Bypass [m] ave verum corpus

i receive you
the elder eagle nearly snapped in that moment, nearly fell away to the desire which raged in a visceral and primal way he had never felt for any female before. this was different for him as it was for her; so, so different; she submitted wholly to him so readily, his reverence slicing through her like a hot knife through butter. it was delicious, this burning, and if he could he would capture this energy in a jar and preserve its righteousness for all eternity.
amadeo, andras, prophet, god-mouth.
i receive you
you are radiant, discepola, oh, he cannot control himself! his desires are unleashed innocently in the form of tiny peppered love-bites to the lobe of her ear, her jaw, her shoulder. look at yourself, heda. look at how He made you, he reaches for her hand and guides it down the length of her torso, over her thighs. i receive you.
how disgustingly sinful it would be to ravish her here, hair still soaked with droplets of holy water, and yet he cannot stop himself from considering it with a breathy sigh.