Lucille brought her face closer to Byron's dick, licking her lower lip in preparation for what Byron assumed was going to be a blowjob.
He was scared!
Even though he had not recognized the names and the nature of the seasoning they had used on the meat, he could still feel a burning sensation on his tongue that suggested something like pepper.
And now Lucille had just eaten the meat, which meant her mouth was spicy too. What would that feel like on his cock?
Byron wasn't a masochist. He had to stop her. But that didn't mean he couldn't play with her if that's what she wanted. With a grin, he said, "Forgive me, O Mighty Nymph! I shouldn't have mocked you!"
She raised her gaze to look at him, annoyed even more. "You are still mocking me, aren't you? I have to punish you lest you think me a mere mortal."
"O Mighty Nymph, have mercy," he pleaded, his tone still playful. He found the situation amusing.
