[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]
'Is she for real?'
I was sitting (Pushed onto) on the sofa inside Morningstar Library, with Zeraphira kneeling between my legs with my zipper halfway down.
As I watched her fumbling with my zipper, 'Cute', it's arousing seeing her acting seductive and in control—
"Arggggh! That's it! I'm burning with things off—"
My soul literally jumped from my body, when crimson-red flame lit and hovered over her palm.
"Okay, okay, I will do it for you, no need to burn my pants off!" I blurted, half in terror and half in disbelief, as her flames flickered dangerously close to very sensitive territory.
Zeraphira blinked, flames dying with a pout. "Hmph. You complain too much, darling. I was merely assisting your… recovery."
"Recovery," I echoed flatly, tugging my zipper up with trembling hands. "Zera, you don't 'recover' someone with demonic fire near their—"
"Dick? Cock? P-Pepe?" she teased, crimson eyes glinting.
