He did not look away.
Sienna made a sound, barely anything.
Her hips shifted an inch and stilled, and when he raised his eyes to her face she was already watching him, one arm half-lifted as though she had meant to cover herself and had forgotten partway through.
Her violet eyes were wide and wet and entirely undefended.
She did not tell him to stop.
Phei's gaze traveled lower.
Between her slender, parted thighs lay the most sacred part of the Nether Goddess — her soft, virgin flower, completely bare, smooth, and untouched.
The delicate outer petals of that sacred place were soft and slightly puffy, a faint glistening sheen already visible along the seam where they met. The inner folds were a delicate, soft pink, shyly peeking out like the heart of a blossom that had never known the sun.
Her clit was a small, sensitive pearl, hidden just beneath its hood, waiting.
