Four arms. Four arms holding her, four arms spreading her, four arms exploring and molesting her, while what felt as big as a fifth arm shoved its way into her womanhood and set her aflame with pleasure. The Sun had four arms...but his were filled with the laurel, shield, the wheat sheaf, and the spear. All Pride's hands were focused on was using her, manhandling her powerful body like he might a kitten's. The only other time she had felt such power, such awe, was when the Sun himself had filled her with his power, told her his plans just for her. But that was very far away now, and Pride was showing her his plans, now. Not as a priestess, but as his pet, chained to his throne and used for his pleasure.<br/><br/>A sudden sharp squeeze around her breasts by those thick tentacles caused her to break the kiss and gasp, but she quickly dove back in, suckling needily on that warm, forked tongue, knowing that for the rest of her life she would need regular dosing with his venom...or she might never feel complete again.