Miracles did exist, apparently; as a ragged and pleading please left the mortal's mouth. However, not to finish pathetically underneath her; instead, to not finish at all. Despite his pleasure spilling forth, and the obvious pull to a perfect being, enthralling and irresistible to a mere mortal, he still dug his heels in.
And Megaera stilled. Promises like binding contracts to a Fury. No amount of pleasure or pain could ever make Megaera an oath-breaker; self-inflicted shackles keeping the Fury above darker desires of wickedness. Her arms went slack as she let him push her back. A coldness akin to a corpse crept over the Fury's body, a beautiful and deadly statue, not letting a single inch of sensation reach the mortal.
She cocked an eyebrow at the mortal turned demure and pure offering to a God. The blood raising to his skin, barely hidden by his hand, irresistible to a God so detached from mortal feelings. "Decide what you want." Megaera replied, blunt and straight-forward. She did not understand his crisis, nor why he denied not only himself but her any semblance of pleasure.
And, unlike the mortal, she had only just begun. Wrenching open the door to pleasure only for it to be closed amidst the peak of Godly arousal was dangerous; she'd not risk the chance. So, Megaera would walk away, sexually frustrated and burning, but before she could dig her claws in and want more than the mortal could give her.
Lmao please is his safe word
And Megaera stilled. Promises like binding contracts to a Fury. No amount of pleasure or pain could ever make Megaera an oath-breaker; self-inflicted shackles keeping the Fury above darker desires of wickedness. Her arms went slack as she let him push her back. A coldness akin to a corpse crept over the Fury's body, a beautiful and deadly statue, not letting a single inch of sensation reach the mortal.
She cocked an eyebrow at the mortal turned demure and pure offering to a God. The blood raising to his skin, barely hidden by his hand, irresistible to a God so detached from mortal feelings. "Decide what you want." Megaera replied, blunt and straight-forward. She did not understand his crisis, nor why he denied not only himself but her any semblance of pleasure.
And, unlike the mortal, she had only just begun. Wrenching open the door to pleasure only for it to be closed amidst the peak of Godly arousal was dangerous; she'd not risk the chance. So, Megaera would walk away, sexually frustrated and burning, but before she could dig her claws in and want more than the mortal could give her.