[ Avatika was rough, she liked to push him around and order him about, everything between them was a fiery passionate mess that ultimately made no difference when he watched the Plank King snap her neck or when he bisected her beneath the waves. It was incredible sex while it lasted, he can admit that, but it was heartless. Meaningless. Before coming to the City on the island, he had thought perhaps he would have to wait for the right woman (person?) to come along before he felt a deeper connection.
As it turns out, he just needed his confidence back by the grace of a sweet pink bombshell of a goddess.
Simple.
The keening way Aphrodite fills the tent with his name has him holding her throughout her first pique, kisses littering her lovely neck and chest as she milks his from him too, a shudder and a growl and then heat pouring inside those tight walls, as natural as breathing. He slows then, brushing her ornamented hair back from her beautiful face and kissing her in the golden aftermath, smiling as hips continue to roll, almost casually keeping her stretched around his cock. Happily breathless, definitely not without meaning. ]
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As it turns out, he just needed his confidence back by the grace of a sweet pink bombshell of a goddess.
Simple.
The keening way Aphrodite fills the tent with his name has him holding her throughout her first pique, kisses littering her lovely neck and chest as she milks his from him too, a shudder and a growl and then heat pouring inside those tight walls, as natural as breathing. He slows then, brushing her ornamented hair back from her beautiful face and kissing her in the golden aftermath, smiling as hips continue to roll, almost casually keeping her stretched around his cock. Happily breathless, definitely not without meaning. ]
Can I get you in my lap?
[ Gathered up there, all for him. A feast. ]