"Did you two have rough sex?!"
The words that fell from Lickthorn's mouth hit Finn harder than any demonic chicken peck ever could. Not because he was offended—oh no. He just wished they were true.
"Wh-what?!" Finn stumbled back, hands up like he was dodging a spell. "I—I WISH! I mean—I DON'T! I mean—IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!"
Chestelle's eyes widened, but not with excitement—jealousy. Full-blown monster girl heat. Her fingers curled toward her mouth. "So you did it with her. You stuck your genitals into one another."
"NO ONE HAD SEX!" Finn cried. "All she did was dive off who knows where and beat a chicken to death! That's it!"
Lickthorn leaned in, starry-eyed. "So that's what post-orgasmic divine bliss looks like…" She started to drool.
"PLEASE stop saying weird sex stuff in public!" Finn snapped. "There are people! There are books! There's a dead chicken! Have some respect!"
