She was shocked that, in actuality, Azazel truly was going to take her up on the invitation. Face pinkens just a shade when Azazel’s wings come forth, watching as they’re suddenly on equal footing, staring into each other’s eyes. It had not been what she expected from her casual teasing, yet it wasn’t something Ln’eta was going to pass on now that she was this far.
Feeling Azazel’s surprisingly assured grasp, she was still in awe while being guided low. One set of tentacles, that made up her leg, raised reflexive to help her keep balance considering her size. A pounding in her core as the angel was actually committing to the action. Leaning in close to the eldritch maw for such a mortal exchange.
Tentacle curl, caressing jaw tenderly as the angel delves into the unknown. Despite what may have been expected, at least this time, Azazel’s lips find purchase against another set. Even while Ln’eta’s tentacles explore jaw and neck gently, suckers gently squeezing and releasing flesh as their bodies press together.
The strawberry lips, tasting so sweet, part as the slight chattering of teeth is heard even as she finds a tongue more proper sliding against angelic lips to delve however deep she’s allowed before the tender moment is broken. When it is, the outer god still seems, to put it lightly, utterly stunned.
“Tharanak uln c-s’uhn ephaii, darling.”
It had come with surprising grace to her, straining mortal form aside; she’d never once been so bold, so close, with anyone. She’d only been relegated to watch, to observe mortals engage in such brazen acts... watched so much, recorded so much, that she enacted it perfectly in spite of the challenging circumstance. An actress who’s studied her script closely.
That’s almost all it is, at first- a task to be completed, asked of her by her greater. Can’t let her be left wanting, can’t disappoint.
A desire to satisfy her. To please her.
So lost in that, that need for adequacy in the eyes of her better, that she almost doesn’t fully realize how far she’s gone until she feels the soft sensation of tentacles upon her jaw, pulling the angel out from her obedient trance just in time for her to be wholly conscious of journey into mystery. There was no pause, not even a blink.
Merely, with a warm narrowing of her gaze, she closes her eyes as she fully indulges... not thinking of what she might’ve been casting her vessel’s mouth into, no hesitation at what would be found beneath, only curiosity and... perhaps, something more.
If anything, the feeling of lips much like her mortal vessel’s own is what makes her dazingly blink, leaning deeper into it as the tender suckers made spine lightly shudder. The kiss surprised her, but made her no less eager to give in; own lips parting with little press of the goddess’ tongue, inviting it to explore as her own graced beneath it, sliding up it’s length and following to it’s source, to explore in turn.
She gave in as much as she was allowed, took as much she was granted, until the embrace is finally broken... a hot sigh upon the other’s face as breath is finally returned to her.
As the goddess’ native tongue graces her ears, there’s another slow blink; parsing them to the best of her knowledge, taking them in... there’s a moment, as her face reddens, that she truly realizes just how grave of a sin she’d committed herself to- how irredeemable and disgusting she’d be in the eyes of Heaven.
And even then, there is no regret. Just knowing acceptance. A smile finding purchase upon her face, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her mouth opened to speak, but the did not move with the sounds that escaped, the voice ringing out like the chime of bells.
Speaking without a mortal tongue that’d struggle with the words.
“Y a t h a r a n a k, b e l o v e d.”
