[ The moment he can get his hands on her they gravitate to her curves, the flare of her hips that he loves and the full thighs bracketing his hips, swooping up Aphrodite's sides to gather those ample breasts, loving the weight of them too in his sword-calloused palms. She's everything soft and feminine that he grew up being told he couldn't have, no half-orc in Port Damali was ever looked at, never mind treated, the way she has warmed to him. Are all goddesses this beautiful and irresistible? he thinks while mouthing at her breasts.

Fjord sincerely doubts it.

Everything about her makes him feel some deeply-buried instincts start to rise, the urge to fuck her until she's full of his come an absolutely crazy one that hasn't, in the past, crossed his mind with anyone else. But she ...

SheSheShe. ]

I think any man would prepare a lot more for you, if you asked. Maybe they already have.

[ Kissing his way up along her neck as he takes over circling around a nipple with a thumb rather than his tongue, he slips his other hand lower to do the same on her clit and keep her worked up, getting her back for playing with him; if he gets wet, so does Aphrodite. Those are the rules of war. ]

I've only met you twice and I already want to make you come every night.