The Ritual POV

Morrigan bit her lip as she lowered herself down Onto her cherished Warden shaft. A palate. Then a moan. Inspired by lewder sensual sounds. She was awaiting this moment for what seemed like an eternity… ever since she laid eyes on him at the Korcari wilds. And on the eve of the struggle with all the Archdemon, she had her decoration. Her hips swayed in her own, instinct taking over… her fingernails dug into her lover’s well toned torso, a feral, wild fire arrangement between them. She could feel him getting trembling. A smile crept across her lips, knowing what was to come. She’d welcome it, because of her body was prepared and prepared… to keep his child.