Her gaze flicked once more to his cock, then to the thick trails of dried and fresh fluids still shining on his thighs and stomach. "That poor thing looks like it has been through a war. Did she try to break it, or did you volunteer?"
Sol coughed hard.
"It just… sort of happened."
"Zephyra," Sol rasped, his voice dropping into an uncomfortably casual tone as he tried to put her attention somewhere else, ignore the fact that his manhood was swaying gently in the breeze. "What brings you here this late? Shouldn't you be by the high fire?"
Zephyra took a slow, unhurried step forward, ignoring the swirling debris. She raised her staff to shield her eyes, turning her gaze away from his lower half and toward the massive column of spiritual energy engulfing Veylara.
The teasing amusement in her pale eyes instantly dissolved, replaced by a profound, trembling wave of shock and awe.
