[ It's... actually quite weird, to experience this with a clearer head. Only just, though-- there's still the haze of lust and desire that coils warm in her belly as she twitches under the press of Aphelios' fingers, but she can think about it now in a way she couldn't earlier.

More importantly, think about Phel's reactions, now that she's adjusted to it. Slowly, her hand starts to move again in time with his, only a little stuttered when he hits the mark; she reacts positively to just about anything he does, her cunt squeezing around him when his fingers threaten to pull too far out and when he curls and moves them in against her. She makes some soft, almost shy noises as he continues, but her face burns red again under the little kiss most of all.

She leans in towards him again, just enough to reach his neck so she could kiss it delicately under his jaw. ]