His cock sprang up, pulsing and throbbing hard against her, aching just for her attention. He let out a low moan at her nails, causing him to pulse hard.
She shifted so she could move to her knees as he stood in front of the bed, firmly sat between them before taking a gentle hold of his aching cock and taking the tip into her mouth.
He let out another low, shaky moan. Another sick thrill for him was knowing he had the high priestess pleasing him in such a manner. “A..Aileen..~” he let out, looking down at her with that same, love-drunk gaze.
She opened her eyes languidly, that faint glow apparent again as she watched him. She kept everything steady as to not oberehelm him, or make him regret their congress.