Thalia (Event 1.2)

{if Thalia Master == true}”{if Thalia Tease == 1}Touch{else}Use{endif} me, master!”{endif}

“Good girl”, you say. She sighs as if you had just relieved her of the weight of the world. You take your time taking off her clothes. Revealing {if Thalia Tease == 1}her firm breasts and {endif}her toned body, also reveals a shyness that Thalia has been desperately trying to hide. They had made out before, but they had never gone this far. Being revealed made Thalia’s face bloom in red.

You finally kiss her breasts, honing in on her erect nipples. You throw another feint, giving them just a peck and immediately continuing your journey across her body.

You feel her hands on your head, reaching through your hair, undecisive but ultimately never pushing you anywhere. She aches for you, but she has lost the battle and both of you know this. At this moment, in this position, she could push you anywhere in theory but the reality was her utter submission. You finally tasting her, letting your tongue glide over her clitoris; it wouldn’t be a service, it wouldn’t be about pleasing her. It would be exerting absolute domination over her lustful body. And tasting her would be synonymous with the taste of your victory.

You could hear Thalia sucking in the air as your tongue finally lands on her slit. But your tongue moves infinitely slowly. This is not the end of your game, it’s the beginning. And just as the speed of your tongue is slow itself, accelerating it is just as much of a slow process. You are careful not to get too fast, no matter how much Thalia winds on the bed and no matter how much she tries to grind against you. Whenever she comments with a frustrated moan on what you are doing, your only reaction is to stop circling her clitoris and instead kissing the insides of her thighs. Eventually, she connects the dots and controls her moans through gritted teeth.

After what feels like a blissful eternity of you tasting her ever-flowing juices you notice that Thalia’s breathing becomes frantic and her body twitching. Right then you stop.

A gruntled moan is the response. “Tarian!”, she exclaims. “Please!”

“Submit”, you say. “Say it.” You had to exert immense control over yourself, to say it in such a matter-of-fact way. You wanted her.

“I – …” There seemed to be a bit of hesitance, a bit of resistance.

“Say it”, you pushed.

“I … I submit. I submit to you, {if Thalia Master == true}master{else}Zenith{endif}.”

And with that, your tongue finally gives her the last little nudge, bringing her over the edge and giving her the reward she yearned for. Experiencing her orgasm from between her legs was more powerful, than the marching of a whole army. She trembled and spasmed, jerking her whole body around.

“Th- Thanks. That was amazing.”,

“I had fun too.”

“Do you want me too …?” Thalia asked. She seemed still very shaky.

“Oh no, not now. Just come here for a moment.”

You both cuddle for a bit, caressing each other. The sun is already setting, when Thalia leaves your room. It had been an incredible experience and you feel excited, about what just happened and about the prospects that are opening up after today. How far exactly would she go with you?