Adrien Angel

For the previous request!

• The sharing of dreams has become a sacred ritual. Val is always hungry for the visions that flicker behind your eyelids, eager to trade their own for yours.

• Often, these shared narratives ignite a feverish reaction. While you express the grotesque, visionary details of your dreams, the bloodshed and killing, Val is already hot and bothered, beginning to grind against you. They demand the continuation of your dream, rutting harder with every whispered detail of gore.

• There is an insatiable licking. You don't understand the impulse, but Val simply cannot stop, especially when it comes to you. Tasting your sweat, your tears, the lingering grime and blood.

• The act of sculpting Val's body is deeply sacred between you. Though shaping with mud is a difficult task, Val revels in the pleasure of your hands moving over their skin. Your absolute focus, your desperate need to bestow upon them a body of their perfection, makes them yearn for those touches, fueling a desire as fierce as your own.

• Val never asks; they take. There is immense pleasure in witnessing your easy submission in sex, knowing their control is absolute. Yet, their taking is not purely selfish. They strive to ensure your enjoyment is met, too. And you always do find that pleasure, even in moments where you believe you resist, you always enjoy…

• You take Val before a crowd, the rest of the heretics watching or getting active themselves. Their leader is publicly pounded, reduced to moaning like a common whore for all to witness. Val's body, their untamed lust, their shameful desires, all are laid bare, watched by the faithful to spite God Himself.

• "God doesn't love you like I do," Val whispers this mantra, a continuous and blasphemous reassurance. They breathe the words directly into your ear, rocking their body against your hardened flesh, their chest pressed to yours as your hands roam freely over their skin.

And it's true. God is incapable of loving you the way Val can.