[Forgotten? No never. (Or had he?) His mind is consumed with greater things, with prayers and supplication, with his own magnificence and making himself greater. Each growth, each change, each curve, each new spike drove home that he was being created, special, beloved. Shifting his bulk when she pulls at his loin cloth he is about to say something else, something surprising, but he rumbles in pleasure instead. The followers are still there.]
Leave us!
[It is a word, a command and they scatter even as he pulls himself up, stroking her hair with as much gentleness as he can muster. Ah. lust.
He missed it. Most were too afraid to approach him.
He snakes his tail along the throne to wrap around her ankle, laughing quietly. He'd be ready and then done completely like this. Not out of a lack of desire and skill. The mouth in his abdomen rumbles in pleasure.]
I want you to ride me. To look upon my body. I'm glorious. So much better then being human don't you agree?
no subject
Leave us!
[It is a word, a command and they scatter even as he pulls himself up, stroking her hair with as much gentleness as he can muster. Ah. lust.
He missed it. Most were too afraid to approach him.
He snakes his tail along the throne to wrap around her ankle, laughing quietly. He'd be ready and then done completely like this. Not out of a lack of desire and skill. The mouth in his abdomen rumbles in pleasure.]
I want you to ride me. To look upon my body. I'm glorious. So much better then being human don't you agree?