Who’s is who’s 👀👀👀 (this fucks hard btw <3)

maybe shared it before about the cock design-thing i did before, i literally don't like to draw breed-stick unless it's weird, I'm a pure monsterfucker after all
(I like graphic media labels more than anything)

warmth and wetness engulfing it as she feels just how fucking wet you are for her…such a shameless devotee~. (End)

She pulls your back against her, giving you the mercy of not letting her look you in the eye as her m claw guides you to lift up your own robe, your comparably small hands coming to hold it up for her while her other dips and a singular pointing finger against your heat, +

You feel one her clawed hands ghost around your waist, big enough to hold you up by it, telling you how patient you’ve been, how she could see you grow flustered as time went on, how even in menial worship you still seem to get yourself worked up when she is involved. +

Heket’s darkened shadow slowly covering the ground in front of you as candles burn dimmer and dimmer, reaching the ends of their wicks, the hall starved of light, only a soft orange hue surrounding the two of you. +

all the while glancing over to your lord as she communes with her pastors and witnesses.
And when they too depart from the large hall, only you and her remain, +

And after all is said and done, a good hour or so of sermons and rituals, of preaching and worship, the large hall finally clears out… and even still you linger there…rearrange tapestrys, putting things away, making sure everything is in order for next time, +

you can’t help how seeing her makes you feel, and luckily, not a single person other than her would ever notice, not when her followers are too busy worshiping every word that comes out of her sharp toothed mouth. +

all the while you can’t help but fluster at the way she speaks with such confidence and grandiose, how each time she raises her rasped voice you feel your thighs press together tighter, how every quick glance she gives you through the sea of other followers makes you jump, +

I have this scenario in my head of you joining her for one of her sermons, sitting amongst the crowd of hundreds upon hundreds of followers, all listening to her as if their lives depend on it (lol they do) +

seeee....keesssss (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+