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If salvation could not be found at the tabernacle of the Witches, then perhaps Silent Salt could find it on his knees in front of White Lily.
Her beautiful flushed face looked down at him as he lifted up her dress. Her cock twitched beneath her shorts, aching for the warmth of his breath. His lips gravitated towards her waistband. Slowly, steadily, he let himself memorize the soft, reborn skin of her stomach.
“Salt…” She whispered to him, thumbs worrying the hem of her dress as she held her skirts. Her beautiful eyes never left his as he slid his hands down her thighs.
His helmet was long forgotten in the corner. Its slitted eyes were the only witness to their coupling, quietly observing as White Lily's legs began to shake.
Leather gloves pulled at her shorts, gliding them down until they got caught at the intricate straps of her heels. Silent Salt did not linger there, content to allow its gentle binding keep White Lily still as her cock draped over his cheek. His nose pressed into the base of her length, and his lips opened and shut against the delicate skin of her sack. Her response was to whine again, thrusting ever so slightly towards him until his lips fully sealed around one of her balls. White Lily whined and gripped her dress harder as Silent Salt licked and sucked to his own content.
She smelled heavenly to him, musk and sweat with the lingering notes of her floral ingredient. His eyes shut as he focused his tongue around her other ball, teasing ever so slightly with his teeth and making her keen.
“Care- ahh!” She tried to warn, but was cut off when he released her with a pop. She bucked again, and Silent Salt pressed into her thighs to let her grind on his face. Her cock slid against his face, crossing his cheekbone as precum leaked onto his forehead.
What a mess he was.
“Salt, please-” White Lily whimpered, motion stilling as she pulled her hips back. Her cock jumped in the air as he opened his eyes again.
“What, my beloved?” He asked her, coyly licking his lips as he watched another bead of precum leak out just a hairs width away from his mouth.
“Your mouth…” She hesitated. One of her hands released her dress, instead settling on the mess of white hair on her partner's head. “I want-”
“You want to fuck my mouth?” Silent Salt finished for her, saving her from needing to be so vulgar.
“Please!” She sighed, face blushing crimson.
Silent Salt was convinced he was created to please her. After all, how else could she react so beautifully to him merely resting the head of her cock on his tongue? What was his purpose, if not to let White Lily slowly slide into his awaiting mouth at her own pace. No, perhaps she was made to wield the light he once carried from the start. Made to know exactly how much she could move into him before he gagged. Created solely to yank on his hair just past the point of pain to let his mind cease thinking and simply be used.
He adored the White Lily he saw reborn from the ashes. Not the quiet, remorseful wanderer, but the leader who could take what she wanted from him. The one who freely used his mouth for her own pleasure, thrusting in and out as he pushed her cock against his palate. His spit was fucked out of him, dripping down his chin and allowing her to slide even faster.
“So- good- oh gods-” She moaned, thrusting shallower now to let her glans pop over his tongue again and again. Silent Salt felt his hips moving before he registered his own actions. He was surely soiling his pants as he ground against the seams. Perhaps she would let him take his pleasure on her heels, humping her until he could find his own release.
But she needed to find hers first.
Silent Salt knew the signs clearly. Her breaths shortened, her thrusts became smaller and erratic. Now her grip was even tighter on his hair, keeping him still as her head popped in and out of his lips suction again and again and again.
And then, finally, she would shake and cry when her orgasm finally released. She dripped into his mouth, coating his tongue with her sweet nectar as her body convulsed. Her hands dropped her dress entirely, holding onto his head for support as he kept sucking and swallowing her.
When her grip seemed to relax, he only sucked and swallowed her further into his mouth. She had already cum, but he adored the panicked cries she had when he kept working her overstimulated cock. White Lily enjoyed it in turn, even if her eyes leaked tears and her body tensed immensely. The head of her cock hit the back of his throat, and another wave of painful pleasure hit her.
“Fuck- st- ah- ah!!” She was crying out, finally breaking and cursing. No other partner had given her the pain she craved now. Silent Salt was the one to continue pushing her past her limits, and she felt her balls tense again as his throat loosened around her.
He gagged, but the texture of his throat was enough for White Lily to orgasm once again. She pulled out of him, and the small amount of cum remaining in her found his lips as Silent Salt breathed heavily.
A tear ran down Silent Salt's cheek. Not from emotion, but solely from his mouth and throat being pushed to their limit. His pants were soaked, and the smell of his own sex flooded the room.
White Lily caught her breath, and extended a hand to him.
“My turn.” She commanded.