“Make me.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Yavara.” I smiled, “If you want me to eat your pussy, you’ll have to make me do it. Namely, the focus had been of the three planes of existence: spiritual, astral, and earthly. I want to know what it feels like.”
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?!” She snarled, but her throat was tight with desire. When I find the host, I will merge with the spirit that lays within her egg, and prompt the mother to fertilize it.”
“You’re going to make her fuck at exactly the right time.” I said incredulously. Only my mind stayed present, some nagging thought holding me back, an anxiety I could no longer identify. She was effortlessly reactive, improvising with my every move, playing her role naturally because she was simply being herself. She walked her fingers down my chest, across my right breast, and to my nipple. Tell me how you did it.”
She sniffled, staring at my feet, but seeing nothing but the memory playing behind her eyes.
