Proud!
Morgana stared at his proud member—towering, pulsing, almost begging for attention. It stood upright with a dominance that made her lips curl, so proudly and so painfully stiff, the veins throbbing up its thick length, tracing like sinuous rivers under the skin. It looked angry, and needy, the tip already blushing and glistening as if it had been waiting too long to be touched.
She stared at it with a slightly surprised expression, her eyes wide, her brows arching as she glanced at Aether's face—so innocent, so sweet, so frustratingly unaware of what he carried between his legs. Then her eyes lowered again... to that hard, beautiful cock.
His face and his cock... absolutely not matching up.
"Fu~Fu~ They say the most innocent ones are always the most dangerous... I wonder if that's true in your case,"
Morgana whispered, her voice like warm syrup dripping into his ears.
