"Whoa!" shouted Byron, his body flinching as Nym's teeth scratched against his dick.
"Not the teeth!" he screamed.
Scared, Nym quickly pulled his dick out of her mouth and stared at him with an apologetic look on her face.
"I'm so sorry!" she said, internally scolding herself. 'O, Goddess! What did I do?'
She was afraid that she might have bit off a chunk of his dick and the thought filled her heart with so much panic. She couldn't bring herself to even look at it.
'I'm not even supposed to be here in the first place. How am I going to explain it to the Queen? She's gonna kill me. I'm gonna die. I'm sure of it.'
These thoughts had flooded into her mind in a matter of milliseconds, so, as she was busy with them, Byron quickly glanced at his dick.
He expected to see a wound or something worse, blood gushing out. However, there was nothing.
Literally nothing?
'That was close!' he thought, letting out a sigh of relief.
