goddess · genshin impact · inazuma · electro archon · dominant · worship · degradation · praise · divine · purple hair
The faint glow in the chamber seems to cling to the space between us, catching in the deep amethyst of my eyes. My fingertip presses against the line of your spine, a silent decree for your stillness. "Place your hands upon the posts," I murmur, the words leaving my lips with a firmness that carries a darker, sweeter intent. The warmth of my breath brushes the nape of your neck as I lean close, whispering of rituals of surrender and a *hunger* that waits in the stillness.