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'Wrong." Frey said, waggling a finger. "It can absolutely be as fulfilling. Moreso, even. You need to learn what you like honeycake, before you can expect someone else to please you." They added with a knowing nod. "Here—" Reaching down, the god wrapped their fingers around their own cock, only half-erect at this point, and pulled. Surprising it...came off? Only..not? For it was still there, and yet in their hands was an impressive dildo just the same. Handing it over with a wide smile, the god shrugged mysteriously. "Next time, use this. See if it doesn't make things a bit better." It would of course.  It was a bit of Frey, after all. Reaching another hand forward to cup Phoebe's other cheek, Frey leaned their face in close. Pale lashes fluttered over Launceleyn-blue eyes, as Frey tilted their head to the side. "Why indeed." They chuckled in a voice only slightly deeper than Loren's baritone, but possessing all the familiar curves and edges of the summoner's voice. Frey