"Variety is the spice of life, I've heard." Frey purrs, before they shrug. "Though I'm not so sure about that, my tongue certainly appreciates having different flavours and textures." A salacious grin is evident in their voice as that same tongue-like limb stretches out to retrieve a mango.
"Fascinating, isn't it? So many think that the pinnacle of fucking has to include danger or a wildly interesting set of circumstances, and yet for most, it's just as you've seen. Tenderness. Safety. A few tactile elements perhaps, like stormclouds or fur, but rarely is the body wholly satisfied by carnal delights. The mind needs to be tickled as well."
Stretching forward hands tipped with long feathers, Frey trickles them down the Flood's spine in lazy patterns. "Ahh yes." They agree. "It would have been much easier to sort out the dangers involved if everyone wanted to be fucked over hot coals, now wouldn't it?" Frey chuckles. "Providing lubricants and magical disinfectants are perhaps not as sexy, but just as necessary as you've now seen for yourself."
"Fascinating, isn't it? So many think that the pinnacle of fucking has to include danger or a wildly interesting set of circumstances, and yet for most, it's just as you've seen. Tenderness. Safety. A few tactile elements perhaps, like stormclouds or fur, but rarely is the body wholly satisfied by carnal delights. The mind needs to be tickled as well."
Stretching forward hands tipped with long feathers, Frey trickles them down the Flood's spine in lazy patterns. "Ahh yes." They agree. "It would have been much easier to sort out the dangers involved if everyone wanted to be fucked over hot coals, now wouldn't it?" Frey chuckles. "Providing lubricants and magical disinfectants are perhaps not as sexy, but just as necessary as you've now seen for yourself."
