The sound of him drawing her small form off his cock was sickening in the sucking wetness of it, and she laid one hand over her stomach as he set her upon the table simply to try to quell it, at first. Then it slid down, settling low upon her belly, and she closed her eyes. Her lips moved, the soft sound of her sweet voice sussurating in the stone chamber as she made her prayers and pleadings to her goddess - and slowly, a small glow came to be visible under her hand, and between her thighs, as if there were some unearthly source of light within her sex.<br/><br/>Without warning, her other hand lifted high, and slapped down against the table beside her with a crack - and from that slap, a series of cracks and splits appeared in the wood, evidence of what it was that she'd just drawn out of herself. There was an almost subsonic thud that accompanied it, and her brows furrowed, wincing at the screech of the voice she was coming to think of as living in the collar.<br/><br/>Then there was just the silence of her breathing, and the wet drip of commingled sex juices dripping out of her body and onto the table as she opened her eyes to look at the man standing over her. "Thank you," she murmured with a soft nod.