Annia takes the reigns.

As mentioned previously, Elisia was a very solitary goddess. She kept to herself most of the time, interactions relegated to either meetings among the rest of the Underworld's deities, envoys from the realms above or wannabe heroes thinking they could defy ****. She was unfamiliar with the pleasures of the flesh. Annia on the other hand has had many lovers in the past, so Elisia usually just let Annia do her thing.

Elisia laid on her back, the black velvet sheets shifting like desert dunes as Annia pried her legs open, revealing her modest pink bounty for Annia's eyes to gaze. Annia thought Elisia's body was perfect. Perfect proportions, clear perfect skin, hypnotic eyes; a body like sculpted marble.

Elisia blushed peach-pink as her wife starred at her with such intense lust. Annia smiled as she bent down and gave a breathy kiss to the Queen's stomach, her tongue reaching out to fiddle with her belly-button before crawling downward. She gave her thigh a kiss as she pulled Elisia's left-leg over her shoulder, granting her better excess. She gave her wife a look before closing her eyes and went down on her.

Elisia's back curled up as her breathing became faster and more shallow. She was always fairly quiet during sex, never moaning or shouting until she hit her peak.