"No you definitely aren't. But then again you weren't created to be worthy, were you?" Frey narrowed their eyes, their tongue tracing a long and slow line across their lower lip; a sensation that Loren would feel against his own as it happened.
Taking another bite of soft orangish flesh, more juice than was possible dripped down Frey's chin, like a current of thick nectar that roamed down their neck and chest to bead against a nipple. The bright spark of sensation would again be one that Loren felt as well as Frey offered the Launceleyn a sly smile. "Well then. What are you still doing here?" They asked, eyes slowly sweeping down Loren's scar-silvered body with a nearly palpable weight.
Taking another bite of soft orangish flesh, more juice than was possible dripped down Frey's chin, like a current of thick nectar that roamed down their neck and chest to bead against a nipple. The bright spark of sensation would again be one that Loren felt as well as Frey offered the Launceleyn a sly smile. "Well then. What are you still doing here?" They asked, eyes slowly sweeping down Loren's scar-silvered body with a nearly palpable weight.
