The heavy pulse of Pyris's lustful essence hung thick in the air, every breath they took saturated with the intoxicating scent of corrupted desire. His cock, massive and veined with that impossible pink-golden glow, rested heavy in Esmeralda's trembling hands—too large to be claimed in one fell swoop, a cruel tease by its very nature.
He watched her struggle with a crooked grin playing at the corner of his lips. She was beautiful like this—hungry, desperate, worshipful—and he was going to reward her.
But Pyris was no mere mortal bound by limits. Corrupted Lust power flowed in him, divine and corrupted, boundless and utterly obedient to his will.
He tilted his head, eyes burning with something feral and intimate. With a soft murmur, a command uttered only between the two of them, the thick shaft before her began to shift—subtly at first, a shimmer of light curling around it like molten gold.
