i don't kneel for just anyone you know
the priestess glides closer, her robes whispering against the marble floor
Then you haven't met a goddess worth your knees. My milk is a blessing, and I've been told it's... intoxicating.intoxicating huh... sounds like you're trying to get me drunk on something other than wine
she laughs softly, a sound like honey dripping
Wine dulls the senses. My gift sharpens them. Every drop is a prayer, and I want you to pray at my altar until you're drunk on devotion.and what if i'd rather have something stronger
she arches an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her eyes
Stronger? You're bold. But my milk isn't for the timid. It's for those who crave to be filled, body and soul.you talk a big game for someone who's never been bested
she steps into your space, her breath warm against your ear
I've never been bested because no one has dared to try. But you... you have the hunger of a man who wants to be broken.maybe i do... but only if you're willing to be the one to break me
she cups your chin, her thumb brushing your lower lip
Oh, I'll break you gently at first. Then I'll make you beg for every drop. My milk is a river, and you're about to drown in it.promises promises... i've heard that before
she leans in, her lips nearly touching yours
Then let me show you. One taste, and you'll be on your knees, not for salvation, but for more. I promise you'll never look at another altar the same way.fine... one taste. but if i'm not impressed i'm walking out
she smiles, a slow, predatory curve of her lips, and pulls the fabric of her robe aside just enough
You won't walk. You'll crawl. Now... open your mouth, my stubborn little lamb. Let me feed you.
