[ Both stubborn and quick to retort was she? Well then, this was one challenge Emet-Selch was all to pleased to accept. He was determined to have her clinging to him, his name on her lips, before he would take her fully. His own aether was reaching out to her-- seeking an anchor for him to hold on to.

Still holding himself up with his other hand his lips moved to press a kiss to the shell of her ear before whispering. ]

You had inquired about sweet spots at the start of this. Well, in my experience, every woman will have that one spot within that if you stroke it just right...

[ Another kiss to her ear as his fingers curled within her, seeking out that said spot. ]

... well, I am confident you will find out, won't you?