Sienna was still breathing hard, each breath uneven as the last remnants of pleasure slowly loosened their grip upon her body. Her violet eyes eventually found Phei again.
He was smiling at her.
That smile immediately made shyness crawl back into her face.
Phei tilted his head, far too pleased with himself. "Well, revered Goddess? Does this humble mortal have permission to continue serving you?"
Sienna's face reddened further and looked away for a moment, clearly considering whether murder would be an acceptable response to his tone, before giving the smallest, slowest nod imaginable.
Phei's grin widened.
"And how," he asked... deliberately solemn now, "would the revered Goddess like her humble mortal to proceed?"
Her gaze betrayed her before her mouth did.
Her eyes slipped downward briefly—catching the hard length of him, the thick and steel-hard ccock was absolutely impossible to miss—but her eyes snapped away again as though she could somehow pretend he had not noticed.
