fanning the flames

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Was it the pleasure of their own touch or the pleasure that it illicited in the Abandoned before them that was better? Who knew - who, indeed, cared? A blissful smile shone upon Frey's face at their combined enjoyment, the deity biting the plump flesh of their bottom lip as their hips arched up, free hand sneaking down to pleasure their less, ah, protruding sex. Stroking and rubbing in tandem, they moaned in earnest now, a salacious smirk upon their lips at Edrei's plea. "Oh, honey, you got it," they crooned, and all at once Frey was gone from their place upon the shrine. Now they were pressed directly against Edy's back, their lips upon her neck begging, urging her to pick up where they had left off. Because by the sudden and insistent rock hardness straining against her pants, she was absolutely and fully equipped to bring herself to climax in whatever way she liked. Edrei has been gifted a penis by Frey! Careful - it's very fertile. (And that goes on the list of sentences I never thought I'd write.)