Phei wanted more even after he drank all her come...
...He wanted to push her past every limit she had ever known.
Phei closed his eyes for half a heartbeat and reached inward, calling on the ancient Void-Ice that lived in his blood and bones.
He didn't need to force it; he simply invited it, a quiet, deliberate command that flowed from the core of his power straight into his tongue.
His element's essence answered instantly:
A cool crystalline chill bloomed at the root of his tongue, spreading outward like frost forming on glass, turning the warm, wet muscle into something icy-smooth and wickedly precise; tiny sparks of frost danced along the surface of his tongue, visible for a split second as glittering blue-white flecks before they melted into pure, controlled cold.
The temperature dropped slowly, deliberately, until his tongue felt like chilled silk wrapped around living ice; it was cold enough to shock but gentle enough not to burn.
