[God Quest] The Rice Dance

"It can be wonderful with the wrong person too." Frey said with a sultry laugh. "But it is always a bit better with the right ones." They added, blossoms of honeysuckle appearing in Phoebe's hair as Frey continued to play with the strands. As the midwife concluded her synopsis with a mention of Emmett, Frey looked over their shoulder, more than a little aware of how the young man currently saw them. Humming a laugh under their breath, Frey looked towards Phoebe. "A shy one, mm?" They commented. Simultaneously however, images would flash in Emmett's eyes. Images of hands pulling at his chest, of woman and men moaning his name. Female and male tongues on his nipples and genitals, his hands wandering over bodies that were curved and straight and flat and voluptuous. "I was worried about you, you know." Frey continued, the strands in their fingers forming into a braid. "You seemed so certain you were un-wantable hun, but look at that boy there." Turning Frey breezed away Emmett's self-consciousness, the feelings of wrongness or anxiety. For the time being his sexuality would be obvious and proud, his doubts about appropriateness and shame gone. "For once I think that's probably more for you, than for me." Frey laughed, stepping behind Phoebe and cupping her shoulders gently. "Isn't that right hun?" They called across to Emmett with a sultry smile. "Here's the thing though sweet cheeks." Frey said, glancing across at Emmett. "It's rude to cum that quick. Now I know it was your first time and this sweet thing is a lot to handle, but I do expect you to keep that in mind. Your pre-work was good though. I will say that." They added with a proud smile, fingers squeezing around Phoebe's shoulders. Frey