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Frey raised a brow again, looking entirely smug especially with the new features they boasted. "And you were right." They repeated with wry amusement, their fingers tapping out a rhythm against a naked and muscular bicep. Oh, it'd be more than a little peak. "Do? Give them to the birds and other nesting-animals for warmth." Frey said with a shrug, their hips sliding forward ever so slightly. Better Phoebe get an eyeful now than be embarrassed about it later. And it wasn't like it was the first cock she'd seen, or would again. "You humans wish for a lot of things." The deity said neutrally, their thumb caressing her cheek bone softly. "Doesn't mean even half of those wishes should be granted." They added. As for what Phoebe might do for them? "Get fucked honeybee and let it be that. Doesn't even have to be with a man, or a woman. You've got two hands and you use them on just about everyone other than yourself." Frey