“It's more like I feel as if my skin is on fire and every touch just enhances that. And in that state when Zephyrus and I do stop what we're doing it just takes over... it's the most passionate and intense feeling in the world that I'd swear I lose consciousness because I don't really think about anything. We just do it. Like it's all... enhanced.” Iris wasn't sure how to really explain it. It was such an incredible feeling.
It couldn't be something Pothos controlled, could it? She had her suspicions, but the more she talked to Aphrodite about it the more ridiculous it seemed. Pothos couldn't possibly have any affect on Iris and Zephyrus' sex life, could he?
No. His mother was the rainbow, his father the west wind. It was illogical. Though, it wasn't like logic always came into play with these things.
“This doesn't make sense at all does it?” She asked, convinced it sounded as ludicrous to Aphrodite as it did to herself.