fanning the flames

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words As far as payments went, Edrei delivered. Frey's soft and sensual laughter (or moaning, or gasping?) would echo in the Launceleyn's ears as she came, within and without and like a fucking firework. "Mm, honeybee, I do not regret this," they murmured into the shell of her ear, all but holding her upright in the afterglow of orgasm. "You better promise me that you'll deliver like that every time, now. I'll be watching - so don't be shy." With a warm pulse in all of her nicest places, Frey would seem to fade from around Edrei, scattered to the breeze in a flurry of sweet petals.