As her hands and feet sank into the velvety surface of her Goddess's tongue, a hot blast of damp, sweet breath washed over her. Mika's whole figure trembled with excitement. Though she did this three, maybe four times a day, she would never get used to it. There was a moment she was addicted to, when the lips first closed and her fate was first sealed. When Goddess first became the only thing that her senses could perceive. She turned, placing her back against the tongue so she could watch it happen. With warm breath covering her in a cloud of Goddess's scent, and the smooth, powerful muscle rippling beneath her, she surrendered her body to her Goddess's whim, ready and eager for the demoness to take command once more.

Aracelis is mine, Mika is Mika's.

Art by the lovely and talented  Freimgul

Reposted with permission

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