"I... I stand corrected," Isetriel stutters, breathing heavily through her words.

Already, she's trembling like a leaf, visibly stunned by his performance. She can't help but whine when he pins her hands down, when his teeth and tongue ravish her and bite to the point of bringing a gratifying sting. His tongue is hot, wet, and a stark contrast of gentleness that his teeth certainly don't provide. Isetriel takes a deep breath, lips parted as she moans yet again, unable to truly speak clearly.

"Sathan, if you wish to punish me, do so quickly."