'Like a newborn fawn.' The nature-aspect sweetly muses. 'Or post-orgasm shakes.' Sex-Frey counters with a smirk.
"Cold is good for the skin and immune system." Nature-Frey says as Phoebe's shoulders rise toward her ears. Sex-Frey of course has their hands over Phoebe's back, their sexual aura prismatic and bright as they wash away the grime from her skin. 'Don't you remember? You evolved, my duckling." Despite all that they are and the press of an erection against Phoebe's back, still the kiss Sex-Frey places upon her head is shockingly tender and sweet.
"...with our help." Nature-Frey adds as the pouring of rain begins to slow to a warm summer shower. "Things are changing rapidly my darling one. You have missed much while you were asleep, but now at least you're more equipped to face it." The rain stops, followed swiftly by a soothing breeze. It dries and curls the Nightingale's hair, and though Frey is loathe to see her body covered, they hand her a dress of sky-blue silk.
"Cold is good for the skin and immune system." Nature-Frey says as Phoebe's shoulders rise toward her ears. Sex-Frey of course has their hands over Phoebe's back, their sexual aura prismatic and bright as they wash away the grime from her skin. 'Don't you remember? You evolved, my duckling." Despite all that they are and the press of an erection against Phoebe's back, still the kiss Sex-Frey places upon her head is shockingly tender and sweet.
"...with our help." Nature-Frey adds as the pouring of rain begins to slow to a warm summer shower. "Things are changing rapidly my darling one. You have missed much while you were asleep, but now at least you're more equipped to face it." The rain stops, followed swiftly by a soothing breeze. It dries and curls the Nightingale's hair, and though Frey is loathe to see her body covered, they hand her a dress of sky-blue silk.
