Her grip on your wrists tightens, a moment of silence before Phantylia leans down to your ear. She said nothing, only biting the soft flesh before her. Slightly she leans back, whispering into your ear.

"You kept me waiting," you could hear the disappointment in her soft whisper, but her tone also held a tinge of desire.

Indeed it was true. You did keep her waiting. Yet destroying a planet or two is never a quick thing anyone can do on a whim in five minutes. You knew this. And so did Phantylia, as the two of you are both Lord Ravagers from the Antimatter Legion. Perhaps it was her cruel nature that allured you. Not that you ever wanted to complain about it. You were the same, if not much worse.

Something stirred in you, the image of Phantylia pinning you like that set you off, your desire maybe even greater than hers. You did not mind her pinning you like that and so did she, as there would be times where you would pin her down.