I let my cock spring free, heavy and thick, casting a long shadow across Tiamat's bowed face.
"Lift your head."
She obeyed instantly—slow, graceful—tilting her chin up until the underside of my shaft settled warmly across her cheek and nose. Her left eye stared up at me, wide and momentarily stunned by the sheer size resting against her skin; the right half of her face was completely hidden beneath the veined length.
I wrapped my hand around the base and gave a few light, deliberate slaps—*thwack, thwack*—watching the way her lips parted slightly with each impact.
"Kiss it."
Her small hands rose immediately, cradling my shaft like something sacred. For a long second she simply stared—eyes tracing every ridge, every pulsing vein—in open awe.
Then she leaned in.
