Black Morass [m] my time

reverend mother stood still, regal even in the face of his approach, her pale eyes watching him with an intensity that burned as brightly as the fire within her. as kovictus closed the distance between them, she felt his presence like a tidal wave, commanding and unrelenting, and yet she did not falter. instead, she leaned into his touch, her body softening under the fervent kisses he laid upon her throat and scruff.

she tilted her head back, a faint, breathy sound escaping her lips as she allowed herself to bask in the devotion he offered. there was a heat rising in her, pooling in her limbs, and she turned her body to him, her movements slow and deliberate, graceful even in surrender. she lowered herself, her tail brushing aside as she spread before him, her posture both commanding and inviting.

then take what is yours, she murmured, her voice low, a sultry thread weaving through her words. her pale gaze met his, steady and expectant, the reverend mother waiting to be worshipped as only her dominus could.