"Help things grow and flourish while the others play hero." Both Frey's say in unison. That Pheobe wasn't like the trio she mentions was precisely the point, and sex-Frey opens their mouth to say as such. "Why of course you aren't. Idiots, the lot of them. Hopefully they all die on the front lines so that things can get back to normal sooner." Smoothing her hair one last time, Frey steps back with their hands on their hips. Cocking their head from side to side to inspect her dress, their erection pointed proudly towards Phoebe's waist, they eventually nod.
"You will grow to match their strength. We could have let you sleep longer but...already things are beginning to crest." Nature-Frey muses from their position on the rock. 'But you were cooked more than enough.' They add, before sex-Frey leans in, their lips against her ear. "And a little rare meat never hurt anyone, mm?"
"You will grow to match their strength. We could have let you sleep longer but...already things are beginning to crest." Nature-Frey muses from their position on the rock. 'But you were cooked more than enough.' They add, before sex-Frey leans in, their lips against her ear. "And a little rare meat never hurt anyone, mm?"
