Mel nestled into the Saintess's thighs, her eyes still closed as she listened. Initially, she expected more probing, more guessing.
Then, she changed her mind. She would like to know how much her partner wanted to reveal first.
The Saintess's soothing whisper slipped into her ears. "I couldn't tell you why or how, but by the time I found you, I knew a soul from another World was in the Witch's body. And that soul also knew the Witches and this World's future."
Mel's cheek brushed against the thighs, contemplating idly while smothering herself with the plushiness beneath her.
The Saintess was a sacred figure, the Goddess was chosen to hold
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