Spreading their fingers to capture Phoebe's as the midwife placed hers over the god's, Frey could only grin. "I suppose that's something you'll have to ask them. But babies get made one way my little duckling, and one way only. Besides, what's a few orgasms between friends? Perhaps it will just bring you all closer." Then, with a warm and full laugh Frey added, "In fact, I know it will." The rush of images through Phoebe's mind would be strong, heated, and erotic. The two men, strong and handsome, hands over each other as well as her. Blankets and faces masked with agony, sweat and moans for more. All of it would make her sex with Emmett seem positively pedestrian.
Pulling their hands back and setting them on their hips, Frey merely shrugged. "If the room won't do, perhaps there are ... other means of making everyone feel comfortable." They suggested.
Pulling their hands back and setting them on their hips, Frey merely shrugged. "If the room won't do, perhaps there are ... other means of making everyone feel comfortable." They suggested.
