As Frost's hands started to reveal their magic and Daki's restraint was beginning to crumble Frost felt a stirring against his chest, rustling of movement followed by a sharp twist of his flesh and a cold, menacing voice.
"Yes she certainly should be rewarded but what does that have to do with you, Frost?" Maya who thanks to his 'tender' touch had collapsed against his broad chest, every inch of her skin tingling, her mind momentarily drunk from the aggressive pleasure.
A condition that wasn't entirely her own fault, Frost had the devil's hands and throughout their relationship she had been thoroughly trained by him thus becoming very responsive to his touch and even more receptive to surges in pleasure. Her body and mind actively seeking out such sensations, chasing them down like a lioness would her prey.
Give her a few more months, a year at the latest and her innate hunger would equal Daki's perhaps even exceed it.
