lusi | ( fjord's perma-catchall )

That's him.

[ 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.]

Poseidon. He does sound my speed.

[ 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?

[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.

She's been so sweet too, ever since they met. ]

How did he avert a war?

Through marriage, mostly.

[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.]

Marriage?

[ 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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[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. ]

Do you want to talk about it?

[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.

An eternity ...

[ 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?

[ Just for horny funsies. #DontHurtHimWildmom ]

[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.

[ Don't ignore me. What a thing to say.

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.]

[ He feels her rocking down and would smile, if he could, but he's busy eating her out the way she deserves in long, lazy licks. The heat and scent of her is intoxicating but it's the sound of his name being moaned that makes his devotion swell in his chest, loving that she grasps at his hair out of desperation. Scooping her up and fucking her sounds good, although he's not worried about getting to that later and is conscious of how little he got to know her last time. Her thighs are soft around his ears and she's so lovely to play with, all pinks and ambers like a hot sunset he gets to fall into, there's no part of Aphrodite that Fjord doesn't want to get his mouth on at some point.

His tongue rubs as deep within those soft walls as it can reach, letting her enjoy herself so she can steer him however she pleases. Use him. If she wants to come or be spoiled and teased, the choice is hers. Until she decides, she gets the graze of his beard between her legs as an added bonus. ]

[At first, she's keen to let him take it slowly (well, as slowly as she gets), letting herself get worked up gradually, with patience born from knowing that he would be there as long as she wanted him to be.

Flicks of his tongue and the graze of that beard earn a squeeze of her legs around him, plush thighs moulding against the sides of him only to spread out again, so she can watch him. Eyes bright and eager and absolutely indulgent.]

Fjord, you're so good, ah, to me. [She moans, free hand groping lazily at one of her breasts, teasing one of her own nipples between her fingers, her voice a soft cadence, teasing him in breathless words as he's otherwise a captive audience.] Are you hard already? Mm, I can just imagine.

[ She could get him hard with a look, there's no fear of flagging when it's Aphrodite he's with. It would be embarrassing if she wasn't a goddess, which is forever his excuse on the matter.

He lifts his head with an open-mouthed kiss that sucks on the nub of her clit, making sure she feels every passing lick. ]

I've been getting hard since I walked in and saw you, you're beautiful. [ He isn't attracted to her just because of her killer body, but it was a significant factor in catching his attention when they first met. It's impossible to ignore her, nor would he ever want to regardless of whether she fears it. ] You don't need to do that ...

[ Crawling up her body, he transfers his wet kisses to the soft mound of a breast and gathers the other in his palm, running over her in greedy, generous caresses. It's just the right position for him to drop his weight and feel her wetness smearing deliciously against his navel; a man could get light-headed around her.

Once his balance is set, he slips his unoccupied hand down to give her his fingers to ride in lieu of his tongue, chasing the heat and curling inside. ]

[She's be disappointed if he had any other reaction. She wanted him, not just because he was handsome or good in bed - although he is quite good at making her toes curl, like when he sucks on her clit and she arches her hips clear off of the floor.

Her hand falls away from her breast when he climbs up, replacing it with his mouth. Joining her other hand in his hair, she strokes through the longer strands, then teases the tips of his ears, curious if he was as sensitive there as Molly had been. The weight of him pressing down into her is exquisite. One of the things she'd missed the most from their coupling in the bath was these sorts of positions, and she might just go to heaven (or back to Olympus) with the way he feels when he starts fingering her again.

Moaning his name, she arches her hips, bucking them up against the weight pressing her down Meanwhile the hand on the back of his head presses him more firmly against her breast, her indulgent lovemaking quickly tipping over into something more heated, even as she can feel her body winding tighter.]

Fates... I want you to fuck me, Fjord.

[ He has never used his tusks in bed (loosely speaking) before and as she drags his head down against her breast he lets her feel the graze of them over that lovely soft mound around each hot striping lick, so careful with her that he hopes he makes her husband, somewhere, very jealous. Fjord lifts his head to kiss his way across her chest and treat the other side to the same oral worship, tracing around a nipple and mouthing his way around the heavy swell of her bosom. He aches with want, fingering her less gently so she can ride the intrusion faster, a little harder to match her breath.

But he doesn't give her what she wants just yet, enjoying the begging. ]

I want to fuck you too, gods. I always want that.

[ He's been simmering for months on an anxious crush over Jester but here and now, for the second time since his arrival on the island, Aphrodite is all he can think about. It's not just her perfect breasts and gorgeous thighs and, fuck, that ass made for his claws to bite into, she's so sweet too. Fjord barely knows her but the goddess has been nothing but cosy and loveable ... which is her schtick, sure. Maybe he's actively being an idiot and thinking with his dick yet those hard-as-hell results don't lie.

He leans up to kiss her hungrily, a growl muffled in the back of his throat. ]

You make me want to tear this island apart to keep you safe.

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