Seawatt would never get used to this feeling.
She could handle the grateful wailing and whispered prayers as she is worshipped as if she were a goddess from her followers. She can accept being the leader of these precious lambs who came to her for shelter from the stresses of the outside world, and she can provide that with grace.
But she will never be accustomed to the sheer reverence that her partners treat her with. the gentle hands pulling her in every which way, the trailing pecks left all over her body as they lay her soul bare and examine it as though she was an extraordinary art piece.
Her lovers always seemed to have this fascination with her, it's something she'll never truly understand. Her girlfriends treat her as though she is cool fresh water in the desert, as though she was a feast to the starving. Her darling Evbo, sticky sweet as honey and ever so indulgent is sucking marks into her jugular. Her beloved Emf is hovering her hands around anything she can touch, Seawatts arms, thighs, her shoulders and back, before finally resting on her waist. Truth be told, Seawatt feels fragile, it is a gift to be so favoured, but it is a curse all in the same. it is In these delicate moments where she is undone, in the shadows of this institution they built just for her, where only they can bear witness to her inner self. Seawatt dislikes being so feeble, she much prefers to camouflage her weakness with her indifferent exterior, but her lovers know this and break her down anyway.
Seawatt humours them, letting out a hum and leaning back on Emf as Evbo adjusts to continue making love to her neck. Outside of these halls she went unseen as a shadow, kicking and scratching and biting for any chance of feeling the light. But these two saw her, they saw her and made her into light itself, and for that she'll forever be grateful.
Evbo has moved down to her chest in a series of gentler kisses, and it seems as though Emf has taken over sucking lovebites into the shoulder on the side opposite to Evbo. Seawatt, making the impossible possible, somehow relaxes deeper into her parters embrace. She feels her chest vibrate softly as Evbo giggles, clearly finding amusement in the way she can make Seawatt so slack. Emf joins in too, a melody of the tinkling bells of her lovers laughter.
"Let us spoil you" they say.
"Trust us to give you everything you need" they continue, pressing each word into her skin.
Seawatt may never adjust to being so treasured, but she is all to happy to oblige.