Asura allowed Holly to ramble on, while still smiling gently. She was just so adorable, he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her. It's only when she stops herself, the mortified look on her face as she admits that this time, with him, is the only time she's become hopelessly aroused. Of course, it was no shock to him considering he had arranged things precisely that way, but it doesn't dull the thrill in the slightest.

And so, wordlessly, he reached one hand up to reassuring pet Holly's hair like he always does when she's nervous. The other hand let go of her tiny skirt to move down to his zipper. A long, slow purring of the zip teeth followed and his cock sprang free to smack against the thin, wet material of her panties. He sent the strongest mental signal of all to that- a constant, repeating chant in her head. I want his dick, I want his dick, I want his dick over and over.

"Then keep dancing, only for me," he practically purrs, his cock twitching and radiating heat she'd surely feel through the thin barrier of her underwear.