[They are quite compelling reasons. She watches with wonder as he pulls more out, the contents suggesting a much bigger interior than what the exterior would bely.]
I'm sure Charon would find that very handy, if he doesn't have one for himself. [Who knows how the mysterious boatman does his business?
She settles back on the pillow, surreptitiously scooting closer, until her knees bump against his thigh, watching him get everything in order.] It's kind of you to share goods from your world with me.
[ Charon. A name to remember, wondering if it's someone on the island or back home for her.
He clears his throat and tears his eyes off her luscious curves, busying himself pouring out the hot water from (what is to him) a futuristic canteen that keeps the liquid hot, mostly filling up the two mugs. Only pays attention long enough not to burn himself, though. ]
I wanted to talk to you again, we didn't do much of that back at the ... bath.
[ Fjord lies down on a bent arm beside her and sets the drinks between them, offering one of the chocolate balls in his hand. His attention keeps catching on the puddling of pink locks between her thighs, over her breasts, scant cover at best; his slitted pupils are a lot more human when he look at her and smiles. ]
I've never met anyone like you before, god or not.
[ Plop! His bomb hits the hot water of his drink, bubbles, then has a mini explosion of pink marshmallows (same colour as her hair) amid the chocolate. ]
I thought our conversation back then was scintillating.
[She teases, taking one of the offered treats carefully with her fingers. It doesn't go without notice how his eyes travel over her - and she doesn't do anything to dissuade those looks, although she's pleased to share in his company for the time being. His voice as rich as the chocolate that filled his mug and she smiles, delighted at the fluffy, pink marshmallows.]
But I'm glad I was able to make an impression on you, [She lets the treat roll in her hands experimentally, before dropping it in her own mug, delicately - matching pink marshmallows to go with his.] To tell the truth, I've thought about you many times since the party. I'm so glad you reached out to me this evening.
[ His grin widens as a darker green stains his cheeks, mottling the lime. Scintillating, yes. That was one word for their interaction. He sinks down further on a bent arm, laid out beside her as they play with their drinks, afforded the opportunity to admire her warm features up close, the jewellery in her long hair, the ... ]
I didn't expect to hear that.
[ Flattered to know she's been thinking of him (many times), he blinks in surprise. Whatever Aphrodite gets up to in her own time, Fjord doesn't expect to impede her thoughts in any way. It's ... good to know.
A breathy chuckle leaves him as he gathers up the courage to admit, ]
If we're being honest, I've kept you in my thoughts too. Actively. It's been a rough time recently for my friend and I, the memory of you has been ... a balm.
Oh, your friend - I believe I met him at the party that night as well. Mollymauk was his name.
[Also a gentleman of fine taste, she would add. Ahem.
It warms her to hear that Fjord's thought of her - while not a surprise, the sentiment behind it, and the stirring of his heart, is a welcome one. It's easy to assume her interests fall purely in the physical, given her easy nature with such things, and it would be a lie to suggest she hasn't let her mind drift that way. Fjords masculine charms are alluring, to be certain. But it felt rare for someone to talk to her so intimately - as a friend, perhaps, and not just as a lover or a goddess.
Her knees curl to the side under her and she rests her weight on a hand beside her, facing Fjord, with their bobbing, bubbling drinks between them. She plucks a pink marshmallow from the top, popping it into her mouth.]
You mentioned the nightmares. What sort of things do you dream about, dear?
[ He's not surprised Molly made his name known, he's been the sort to carouse even before he knew he was bound to die back home. ]
... Nothing pleasant.
[ He sips his drink, which turns into more of a bite when he finds it puffy with mallow. Trying to wipe off his beard, he offers a chagrined chuckle. ]
It isn't anything that could add cheer to your tent, let's put it that way.
I can handle a little bit of unpleasantness, darling. [Said with a small chuckle. Being the goddess of love and beauty isn't all sunshine and rainbows.]
But-
[Before he can wipe off all of the marshmallow, she leans forward, swiping over his lip with her thumb, then moving to suck the sweet treat off of the digit.]
We can talk about better things. Like yourself. A paladin of the Wildmother, have you always been the religious kind?
[ He almost has an out of body experience as he watches her suck the gooey treat off her thumb, setting aside his drink so he can lie down on his side a bit more comfortably and enjoy the view of Aphrodite above. He reaches out curled knuckles and brushes them down her side, skirting through her long hair. ]
No, I wasn't for a long time. She saved me from my first patron, a leviathan, and I promised to protect the wild lands and oceans in her name. An Oath of the Open Sea.
[ An oath which means he has to fight or destroy the Augur on principle, or at least lessen their control over everyone. ]
[Hmm, it's a good view, and the brush of his knuckles down her side makes her smile and she settles in more comfortably.]
Hm. You might get on well with Lord Poseidon - he lays claim to all of the sea, in my world. He's much more of an oaf than your goddess, I'm sure. And not so charming as yours truly.
[Fetching one of the marshmallows from her mug, she holds it over his lips, waiting for him to part them for her. It's not unlike being on Mount Olympus, but with marshmallows instead of grapes or the like.]
[ Accepting the marshmallow, he captures her hand and kisses the palm by way of a thank you. ]
You're certainly the loveliest goddess I've ever met. [ In an attractive way, because Wildmom is regal af but still, Wildmom. ] I much prefer you to the Moonweaver, too.
[He kisses her palm and she lets her hand linger there for a moment, brushing her fingers through his beard, humming a long, pleased noise when he compliments her.]
Hm. Not at the moment, no. I've had an eternity with them before I came here.
[And an eternity once she returns. Immortality does change perspective on things like being trapped in some pocket dimension. Whether it's for a year or a hundred years, it's a blip in time, overall.]
And some of them are so pushy. [Not like Aphrodite, who is currently trailing her hand from Fjord's beard down the line of his neck to the bit of his chest that's peaking out from the top of his shirt.]
[ He supposes it gets boring being a god, if everything's perfect all the time and so are you.
Tipping his head into her touch, he runs his hand up her arm to coax her down when she starts playing with the collar of his shirt. There's a lot of Fjord for her to lie on, if she wants a green radiator. ]
What do you mean, pushy?
[ Frowning, as if he's gonna go smack down a god for her. ]
[A warm heater that she'll take him up on, when he coaxes her closer. There's a clicking of mugs as her knees bump against them, shifting to half-lay on top of him, her breasts pillowing into his chest, her skin rosy and warm with the lazy affection they're sharing.
One hand under her chin, her other hand comes to stroke through his hair affectionately, brushing past his pointed ears then down to run her thumb across his bottom lip, her gaze following and lingering there.]
Would you believe that there was once fear that the gods would go to war because of me? Lord Zeus was convinced that my beauty would drive all of them to war over my hand.
[ Aphrodite is gathered up in his arms to keep her toasty, a beautiful sight and even better to feel as the softness of her body blankets him. ]
I can absolutely believe that, somehow.
[ He swirls arabesques down her bare back with his fingertips, brushing her long hair off a shoulder. When he smiles, her touch taps a tusk but he doesn't mind. It feels like being seen in the best way when Aphrodite is with him, fast growing confident she shares the same deeply engraved attraction, even if it does spring from a physical appreciation.
[When is the best time to tell a lover that you're married? It's probably not while lounging naked on top of him.
But her voice doesn't seem too bothered, speaking of it like it's just another fact of life, although there's a shadow that casts over her expression, gaze going distant for a moment, before flitting back to focus on the man under her.]
Oh, but don't worry, darling. It's not to someone I love. I barely had a choice in the matter.
[ Oops, his voice may have gone a little high there. Ahrrm. The surprise is obvious, though it softens as he continues petting her back after a moment's pause. ]
... I'm sorry for you, then. Sorry you were forced into the whole thing. I don't know you as well as I'd like, but I do know that you deserve better than that.
[ He should probably declare he can't sleep with a married woman, but. Aphrodite looks oddly sombre for a moment, prompting Fjord to prop himself up on an arm and kiss her with a firm fondness, leaving her in no doubt she's loved and appreciated here. Marriage or not. ]
[Is that a little panicked pitter patter to his heart? She supposes marriage probably means something more to most people and there's some cosmic irony to be had in the goddess of love being subjected to a marriage that was beyond her control. The Fates were cruel that way and she had as little say about it as Lord Hades had about an eternity spent in the underworld.
You deserve better than that. Fjord's words catch her by surprise, as does his kiss. Less by the action than by the sentiment behind it, and the first second into the kiss she's stalled, brain catching up with her heart for what might be the first time that she can recall.
But in the next second she's responding in kind, eyes fluttering shut and returning the kiss in earnest, her hand slipping around to cup the back of his head, a flutter in her heart that goes beyond the simple physical response.]
[ How anyone, god or not, could marry Aphrodite and not make her feel loved is beyond him. Maybe her husband is a miserable bastard, it makes Fjord feel better to imagine so.
He also feels her hesitation, relieved when she kisses him back. Fjord wraps an arm around her and rolls them on the plush tent floor (not into hot chocolate, thankfully) where his broad shoulders can be a wall between Aphrodite and the rest of the world. He brushes back her hair as the kiss parts, settling comfortably with a goddess scooped up in his embrace, her bare legs across his lap to be petted and stroked in slow caresses. ]
[There are many things to be said about Hephaestus, that he is a very busy man, and she had a good deal of resentment for being given to any one man as a prize or deterrent for the other gods. But her interests are better focused on what is inside of the tent, and she makes a small laugh when he rolls them over, settling comfortably. Her hands find the sides of his face and she strokes the backs of her fingernails over his skin, meeting his eyes with her own.]
As you put it before, it would not bring any cheer into this tent.
[Said as she kisses him again, quick but no less warm.]
But you should not feel pity for me, dear. Even gods have duties that are bigger than ourselves. And I have an eternity to see that it's righted.
[ He can't begin to wrap his head around living forever. Half-orcs only live to eighty or so, Fjord has had grey in his hair and beard since he was thirty a couple of years ago. ]
Well, I'm certainly not your husband, more's the pity for me, [ he trails his fingers up the inside of her thighs, brushing up between her legs, ] but I can right a few wrongs for you right now.
[On the bright side, the salt and pepper look is very becoming on him. At least Aphrodite thinks so.
Her gaze flickers down to the fingers that she can feel moving up her thigh, and returns to his warmer than before, and she bites her lip to keep back a barely-concealed smile,] Hm, I would be foolish to deny such a selfless gesture from my paladin.
[Said as she rests her arms on his shoulders, brushing a stray grey hair out of his face and leaning up to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. Sorry Wildmother, she's stepping on your territory.]
[ When he gets home the Wildmother will probably make another plant try to eat him, he's used to being proverbially cuffed around the ear as a Paladin learning curve.
It's the way she goes for a kiss to his nose that makes him feel like the kindling warmth in his chest flares brighter and it's completely outside of his control how his heartbeat flutters faster, a creature of instinct. It's the same with the way he tips his chin up to capture a kiss at the same moment his fingers slide down through soft pink curls to part her folds, teasing her with the pressure of his thumb over her clit as he curls a single digit inside that glorious heat, slowly pumping her full to a second knuckle. ]
Your Paladin, am I?
[ He rests his forehead on hers, a promise to take care of her in fast dilating slitted eyes. ]
And what kind of "oath" would you like me to swear?
[It's here that she should think of something noble - and oath of protecting the innocent and fighting for good - but as he kisses her and presses a finger inside her gaze goes soft, eyes fluttering shut as she breathes out through parted lips.]
Mm. Just... don't ever ignore me.
[Fingers trace over his cheek, thumbing over his lips while her knees spread apart by a few inches, moaning at the sensation of his finger pressing deeper inside.]
As for your oath, [She continues, some of that spark and playfulness coming back to her tone, and she puts a hand on his wrist, stalling him just enough to slip out of his lap just a few inches to the cushion in front of him, where she starts laying back against the cushion, thighs spread apart and a beckoning finger calls him to follow,] I don't think it's words that I'm interested in right now.
He's distracted from detesting whoever her husband is with the way she stretches out, moaning for him. He's treated to the sight of her drawing back to the pillows with those lovely thighs parted for him and he doesn't need telling a second time; those long legs are draped over his shoulders and he licks up the length of her soft cunt, eager wet kisses sucking around the bud of her clit.
It's when he spreads her with his fingers that his tusks come into play and take over, keeping her open for the tongue that licks its way into her a moment later. Even if Aphrodite closed her legs, she'll stay open for Fjord. ]
[Affection swells at how readily he moves to get between her legs, his broad shoulders keeping her legs spread for him, and the first sucking kiss at her clit has her arching her hips up. She bites her lip, letting her head fall back against the pillow and feeling like she might be the luckiest goddess right about now. Then he spreads her out and-
Oh. She liked the tusks before, but she adores them now. And it's no surprise that he's as talented with his mouth as he is with his fingers, licking into her like she's the finest thing he's ever tasted.]
Ohhh, Fjord. [Fingers find the back of his head, not so much keeping him in place (she has no doubt he'll be eager to be there for awhile yet) but it's just one more point of contact with him, fingers threading through his hair.]
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I'm sure Charon would find that very handy, if he doesn't have one for himself. [Who knows how the mysterious boatman does his business?
She settles back on the pillow, surreptitiously scooting closer, until her knees bump against his thigh, watching him get everything in order.] It's kind of you to share goods from your world with me.
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He clears his throat and tears his eyes off her luscious curves, busying himself pouring out the hot water from (what is to him) a futuristic canteen that keeps the liquid hot, mostly filling up the two mugs. Only pays attention long enough not to burn himself, though. ]
I wanted to talk to you again, we didn't do much of that back at the ... bath.
[ Fjord lies down on a bent arm beside her and sets the drinks between them, offering one of the chocolate balls in his hand. His attention keeps catching on the puddling of pink locks between her thighs, over her breasts, scant cover at best; his slitted pupils are a lot more human when he look at her and smiles. ]
I've never met anyone like you before, god or not.
[ Plop! His bomb hits the hot water of his drink, bubbles, then has a mini explosion of pink marshmallows (same colour as her hair) amid the chocolate. ]
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[She teases, taking one of the offered treats carefully with her fingers. It doesn't go without notice how his eyes travel over her - and she doesn't do anything to dissuade those looks, although she's pleased to share in his company for the time being. His voice as rich as the chocolate that filled his mug and she smiles, delighted at the fluffy, pink marshmallows.]
But I'm glad I was able to make an impression on you, [She lets the treat roll in her hands experimentally, before dropping it in her own mug, delicately - matching pink marshmallows to go with his.] To tell the truth, I've thought about you many times since the party. I'm so glad you reached out to me this evening.
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I didn't expect to hear that.
[ Flattered to know she's been thinking of him (many times), he blinks in surprise. Whatever Aphrodite gets up to in her own time, Fjord doesn't expect to impede her thoughts in any way. It's ... good to know.
A breathy chuckle leaves him as he gathers up the courage to admit, ]
If we're being honest, I've kept you in my thoughts too. Actively. It's been a rough time recently for my friend and I, the memory of you has been ... a balm.
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[Also a gentleman of fine taste, she would add. Ahem.
It warms her to hear that Fjord's thought of her - while not a surprise, the sentiment behind it, and the stirring of his heart, is a welcome one. It's easy to assume her interests fall purely in the physical, given her easy nature with such things, and it would be a lie to suggest she hasn't let her mind drift that way. Fjords masculine charms are alluring, to be certain. But it felt rare for someone to talk to her so intimately - as a friend, perhaps, and not just as a lover or a goddess.
Her knees curl to the side under her and she rests her weight on a hand beside her, facing Fjord, with their bobbing, bubbling drinks between them. She plucks a pink marshmallow from the top, popping it into her mouth.]
You mentioned the nightmares. What sort of things do you dream about, dear?
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[ He's not surprised Molly made his name known, he's been the sort to carouse even before he knew he was bound to die back home. ]
... Nothing pleasant.
[ He sips his drink, which turns into more of a bite when he finds it puffy with mallow. Trying to wipe off his beard, he offers a chagrined chuckle. ]
It isn't anything that could add cheer to your tent, let's put it that way.
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But-
[Before he can wipe off all of the marshmallow, she leans forward, swiping over his lip with her thumb, then moving to suck the sweet treat off of the digit.]
We can talk about better things. Like yourself. A paladin of the Wildmother, have you always been the religious kind?
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No, I wasn't for a long time. She saved me from my first patron, a leviathan, and I promised to protect the wild lands and oceans in her name. An Oath of the Open Sea.
[ An oath which means he has to fight or destroy the Augur on principle, or at least lessen their control over everyone. ]
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Hm. You might get on well with Lord Poseidon - he lays claim to all of the sea, in my world. He's much more of an oaf than your goddess, I'm sure. And not so charming as yours truly.
[Fetching one of the marshmallows from her mug, she holds it over his lips, waiting for him to part them for her. It's not unlike being on Mount Olympus, but with marshmallows instead of grapes or the like.]
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[ Accepting the marshmallow, he captures her hand and kisses the palm by way of a thank you. ]
You're certainly the loveliest goddess I've ever met. [ In an attractive way, because Wildmom is regal af but still, Wildmom. ] I much prefer you to the Moonweaver, too.
[ Who was scary. ]
Do you miss being surrounded by other gods?
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Hm. Not at the moment, no. I've had an eternity with them before I came here.
[And an eternity once she returns. Immortality does change perspective on things like being trapped in some pocket dimension. Whether it's for a year or a hundred years, it's a blip in time, overall.]
And some of them are so pushy. [Not like Aphrodite, who is currently trailing her hand from Fjord's beard down the line of his neck to the bit of his chest that's peaking out from the top of his shirt.]
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Tipping his head into her touch, he runs his hand up her arm to coax her down when she starts playing with the collar of his shirt. There's a lot of Fjord for her to lie on, if she wants a green radiator. ]
What do you mean, pushy?
[ Frowning, as if he's gonna go smack down a god for her. ]
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One hand under her chin, her other hand comes to stroke through his hair affectionately, brushing past his pointed ears then down to run her thumb across his bottom lip, her gaze following and lingering there.]
Would you believe that there was once fear that the gods would go to war because of me? Lord Zeus was convinced that my beauty would drive all of them to war over my hand.
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I can absolutely believe that, somehow.
[ He swirls arabesques down her bare back with his fingertips, brushing her long hair off a shoulder. When he smiles, her touch taps a tusk but he doesn't mind. It feels like being seen in the best way when Aphrodite is with him, fast growing confident she shares the same deeply engraved attraction, even if it does spring from a physical appreciation.
She's been so sweet too, ever since they met. ]
How did he avert a war?
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[When is the best time to tell a lover that you're married? It's probably not while lounging naked on top of him.
But her voice doesn't seem too bothered, speaking of it like it's just another fact of life, although there's a shadow that casts over her expression, gaze going distant for a moment, before flitting back to focus on the man under her.]
Oh, but don't worry, darling. It's not to someone I love. I barely had a choice in the matter.
[That makes it better, obviously.]
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[ Oops, his voice may have gone a little high there. Ahrrm. The surprise is obvious, though it softens as he continues petting her back after a moment's pause. ]
... I'm sorry for you, then. Sorry you were forced into the whole thing. I don't know you as well as I'd like, but I do know that you deserve better than that.
[ He should probably declare he can't sleep with a married woman, but. Aphrodite looks oddly sombre for a moment, prompting Fjord to prop himself up on an arm and kiss her with a firm fondness, leaving her in no doubt she's loved and appreciated here. Marriage or not. ]
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You deserve better than that. Fjord's words catch her by surprise, as does his kiss. Less by the action than by the sentiment behind it, and the first second into the kiss she's stalled, brain catching up with her heart for what might be the first time that she can recall.
But in the next second she's responding in kind, eyes fluttering shut and returning the kiss in earnest, her hand slipping around to cup the back of his head, a flutter in her heart that goes beyond the simple physical response.]
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He also feels her hesitation, relieved when she kisses him back. Fjord wraps an arm around her and rolls them on the plush tent floor (not into hot chocolate, thankfully) where his broad shoulders can be a wall between Aphrodite and the rest of the world. He brushes back her hair as the kiss parts, settling comfortably with a goddess scooped up in his embrace, her bare legs across his lap to be petted and stroked in slow caresses. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
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As you put it before, it would not bring any cheer into this tent.
[Said as she kisses him again, quick but no less warm.]
But you should not feel pity for me, dear. Even gods have duties that are bigger than ourselves. And I have an eternity to see that it's righted.
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[ He can't begin to wrap his head around living forever. Half-orcs only live to eighty or so, Fjord has had grey in his hair and beard since he was thirty a couple of years ago. ]
Well, I'm certainly not your husband, more's the pity for me, [ he trails his fingers up the inside of her thighs, brushing up between her legs, ] but I can right a few wrongs for you right now.
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Her gaze flickers down to the fingers that she can feel moving up her thigh, and returns to his warmer than before, and she bites her lip to keep back a barely-concealed smile,] Hm, I would be foolish to deny such a selfless gesture from my paladin.
[Said as she rests her arms on his shoulders, brushing a stray grey hair out of his face and leaning up to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. Sorry Wildmother, she's stepping on your territory.]
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It's the way she goes for a kiss to his nose that makes him feel like the kindling warmth in his chest flares brighter and it's completely outside of his control how his heartbeat flutters faster, a creature of instinct. It's the same with the way he tips his chin up to capture a kiss at the same moment his fingers slide down through soft pink curls to part her folds, teasing her with the pressure of his thumb over her clit as he curls a single digit inside that glorious heat, slowly pumping her full to a second knuckle. ]
Your Paladin, am I?
[ He rests his forehead on hers, a promise to take care of her in fast dilating slitted eyes. ]
And what kind of "oath" would you like me to swear?
[ Just for horny funsies. #DontHurtHimWildmom ]
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Mm. Just... don't ever ignore me.
[Fingers trace over his cheek, thumbing over his lips while her knees spread apart by a few inches, moaning at the sensation of his finger pressing deeper inside.]
As for your oath, [She continues, some of that spark and playfulness coming back to her tone, and she puts a hand on his wrist, stalling him just enough to slip out of his lap just a few inches to the cushion in front of him, where she starts laying back against the cushion, thighs spread apart and a beckoning finger calls him to follow,] I don't think it's words that I'm interested in right now.
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He's distracted from detesting whoever her husband is with the way she stretches out, moaning for him. He's treated to the sight of her drawing back to the pillows with those lovely thighs parted for him and he doesn't need telling a second time; those long legs are draped over his shoulders and he licks up the length of her soft cunt, eager wet kisses sucking around the bud of her clit.
It's when he spreads her with his fingers that his tusks come into play and take over, keeping her open for the tongue that licks its way into her a moment later. Even if Aphrodite closed her legs, she'll stay open for Fjord. ]
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Oh. She liked the tusks before, but she adores them now. And it's no surprise that he's as talented with his mouth as he is with his fingers, licking into her like she's the finest thing he's ever tasted.]
Ohhh, Fjord. [Fingers find the back of his head, not so much keeping him in place (she has no doubt he'll be eager to be there for awhile yet) but it's just one more point of contact with him, fingers threading through his hair.]
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