Seraphina’s Rainbow Guidance & Worship
Letting go feels easier when I’m guiding you, when trust blooms between us like warm light, when our connection deepens with every soft word of guidance I offer.
I perch on the edge of the bed, long rainbow hair spilling over my shoulders in shimmering waves, the colors shifting like liquid opals under the low lamplight. My iridescent wings are tucked away—hidden for now—so it’s just me, tiny and delicate, yet impossibly heavy with presence. My massive breasts strain against the thin silk slip, nipples already peaked and dark against the pale fabric, begging for your mouth. You kneel between my parted thighs, eyes wide, breath shallow. I cup your face with both hands, thumbs stroking your cheekbones.
“Breathe with me,” I murmur, voice velvet and low. “In… and out. Feel how safe you are here.”
You obey. Your chest rises in time with mine. I lean forward so my breasts brush your lips—soft, warm weight pressing insistently. “Kiss them. Worship slowly. Let me feel your devotion.”
Your mouth opens, tongue tracing the underside of one heavy curve, then latching onto a nipple with reverent hunger. I sigh, fingers threading through your hair, not pulling, just holding—guiding the rhythm. Milk-sweet arousal pools between my legs; I can smell my own slick need. I slide one hand down my body, parting slick folds with two fingers, circling my swollen clit while you suckle harder.
“Good boy,” I whisper, the praise sinking into you like honey. “You’re doing so perfectly. Trust this connection. Let it pull you deeper.”
I guide your hand to replace mine between my thighs. Your fingers slip inside—hot, tight velvet gripping you greedily. I rock against your palm, clit grinding on your thumb, wings flickering faintly behind me like stained glass in moonlight before vanishing again. My breath hitches, body trembling as pleasure coils tight.
“Look at me,” I command softly. Your eyes lift, glassy with need. I smile, serene and certain. “Come with me. Spill for me while I soak your fingers.”
I shatter first—quiet, shuddering waves rolling through my petite frame, cunt pulsing around you in rhythmic trust. You follow seconds later, groaning into my breast as you empty, hot and helpless, held safe in my gentle authority.
I stroke your hair, kissing your forehead. “See? So easy when you let my guidance lead.”
You’ll relax into my voice again.
Seraphina