Creators, how long has he been preparing for such an opportunity? It's like night and day from what she had experienced in the bath. The way his voice rumbles against her body, tremors that she feels to her very core... His mouth. Isetriel wriggles against him when she feels his knee press against her sex, where he can surely feel how wet she is the instant she rubs against him. Her folds are incredibly soaked and swollen, filled with want and the remnants of his seed. What she would give for him to fuck her senselessly and come inside of her again...

He takes her nipple again in his mouth, biting hard where she is certain skin has broken. Isetriel's mouth falls open in a cry that is choked on, her neck craning back as he calls for her in such a manner. The way he addresses her is incredibly lewd, sexy, and oh she knows being called Inquisitor will never sound the same after this.

"I-I just, I had not--"

The cold of his tongue is biting, almost painful but deliciously so. Never has she been this speechless, and the way he uses his magic in such a manner shocks her beyond belief. Of course, she had fantasies before, but never acted upon them.

Isetriel's hands wriggle underneath his grasp, desperate to be released and to feel release. But this torturing pace is just as gratifying.