Well, she was a fucking delight. If ravishing that chaste mouth of hers was addicting, the rest of her body was a sin to be discovered and named. She was throbbing with magic. It wavered around her, sending ripples of pleasure all over his skin. The more his hands explored the higher her energy crackled. Her cry reverberated around the room the moment his mouth was in contact with her cunt. He had sensed her hesitation when he stared for too long. Enough to make her feel conscious, but who could blame him, she looked delectable, she was so wet, she was fucking perfect. He didn’t know he had this much restraint until this night. He shouldn’t care, and just take her right there and then, he felt entitled to fuck her senseless. Yet he was taking his sweet time, because she was a royal feast served before him. He... owed her that much. Never to be said out loud, but the little witch was a deity on her own. A Goddess to his God. He knew by now he would conquer the entire World just for her to walk on.