lusi | ( fjord's perma-catchall )

[ 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.

[To keep you safe. Her eyes flutter open when he says that, mouth parted against his. It's a sentiment that not many have held for her – mortals often beg the gods for their protection and not the other way around - and the surprise quickly swells into affection. Something soft and powerful and raw all at the same time.

Hands find the sides of his face and she kisses him hard, lips and teeth and tongue that breaks off in a loud gasp as the plunge of his fingers keeps all of her senses on a knife's edge, her body practically thrumming with want with every deep thrust that stretches her oh-so-pleasantly. She throws her head back against the pillows, the jewelry in her hair jingling with the motion, and her fingers dig into his shoulders, her muscles flutter tight around his fingers but she's not ready yet.]

Fjord- [Her voice breaks around the edges, and her legs squeeze around his hips. A please forms on her lips but doesn't find voice yet, but there's a desperate, obvious need in the haphazard buck of her hips under him. If her husband wasn't jealous somewhere, there's likely a few other lovers feeling it about now.] Please. I want you, Fjord.

I've got you, sweetheart, I'm right here.

[ It's only the second time he's been with her but he suspects he falls in love with her a little bit more, and just as easily, whenever they do this. Her desperate kiss has him slipping his fingers free to wipe off on a cushion, unlacing and shoving down his leathers far enough to not need to care about them as he guides himself into her heat without ceremony, groaning loudly as wet heat wraps around his rigid length. ]

Fuck, oh ...

[ A shallow grind finds what feels like the same angle his fingers took, cock stirring in a dripping cunt with its soft walls rubbed raw by his ridges. Fjord leans down on a braced arm to kiss her, gathering up a thigh higher so he can start fucking Aphrodite like her husband ought to. ]

I've got you, Ditey ...

[Maybe it's because she hasn't come yet, or maybe it's because this time it's just the two of them. Intimate in a way that a bath in the middle of a party wasn't. Or maybe it's because the flutter she feels in his chest is uniquely, privately, for her, in a way that these things typically weren't. But the first press of him inside of her nearly takes her breath away, stretching her and filling her, while the weight of him presses her comfortably into the pillows below her. Fjord's presence, as ever, entirely dominates her attention in a way she was quickly learning was uniquely his.

She hikes her knee up all to eagerly for him, lips parted against his in a haphazard kiss that breaks into a shuddered gasp when he thrusts inside of her, his size and his ridges making stars burst around her vision.]

Oh- [She swallows hard around a noise, arms wrapping around broad shoulders and - well - it doesn't take much at all before the first orgasm hits her, hard, and she presses her head back against the pillow under her, into pink hair that halos her face. Gasping his name in a voice that ticks into a higher pitch when he keeps thrusting, her muscles fluttering tight around him.]

[ 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. ]

Can I get you in my lap?

[ Gathered up there, all for him. A feast. ]

[For Aphrodite, there was a long string of lovers. Despite Zeus' best efforts otherwise, it was against her nature to be possessed. All the while, she was consumed by an near all-encompassing need to be desired by those that would seek to contain her. Desire, at least, was easy to stoke, but it has been a long time since she felt a connection with anyone, god or mortal, that felt like something beyond the simple need to be desired. Fjord gave her that in spades, but not only that. The way he touched her and kissed her felt something like the songs and epics that bards would sing in her name. Foolish to consider, perhaps, given the inevitable nature of mortals, but she never let logic keep her from chasing every whim of her heart.

Her breathing calms, never quite back to anything resembling slow, but there's a lazy, luxurious quality to the way he's keeping a slow rhythm inside of her. Embers kept alight and ready to fan back to flames with a moments notice.

He asks his question and she smiles, using a hand on the back of his neck to lean up and kiss him, once.]

I insist on it. [He's treated her so well so far - she was an indulgent lover but just as eager to give just as much in return.] Roll over, love.

[ Her tent on the beach is now his favourite place on the island outside the little home created with the Nein lads, it's warm and cosy with the backdrop of surf hushing along the sands to fill in the quiet moments. He hears it as he reluctantly eases away and feels a chill steal over his wet cock, dragging floor cushions over as a makeshift chair, settling back.

Fjord reaches for her, soft affection in his eyes balancing out the state of his body. ]

You should know, I came over to show you my sword, not my ... sword. I intended to thank you for helping me get it back.

[It's a cozy tent. It might not be the best place to be once chill and snow settle on the island, but for now, she enjoyed the cozy atmosphere. It was a private place that she could keep just for herself and those she wanted in her space.

She huffs a small laugh, brushing hair back from her shoulders and she crawls on knees back into his lap - her long pink hair making a train behind her.]

Hm, your gratitude is evident. [Sitting high on his legs she swipes a hand over his cock, letting it smear wet against her palm and pressing it into the soft of her stomach, rubbing him at the same slow, leisurely pace he left her at.] Although, it's a pity we didn't fully indulge in the chocolate. And you were so kind to prepare everything for us.

[ 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.

[Excuse you, sir, she is already plenty wet.

But she has no complaints about his wandering hands, mouth, everything. Maybe this sort of playful teasing is how they should have warmed up, but it's nice like this, with the warmth of her afterglow wrapped around her like a blanket. She sits up taller, making up for the difference in height when he wants to mouth at her breasts, enjoying the play of his lips and tongue over nipples that have already tightened into peaks.]

Hmm, be careful with those words. I may just never let you leave. [She laughs lightly, thumbing under one of the ridges she enjoyed so nicely when it was inside of her.] You're a wonderful man.

[She hums an affectionate note, scooting in closer and tilting her head to let him kiss up her neck. Her hand pumps him once more before playfully swatting his hand away from teasing her, sitting up tall on her knees. He's- actually quite large, which isn't a surprise to either of them, but she has to balance herself on his shoulder as she raises up tall enough to angle his head back into her heat, taking her time with him,]

You called me Ditey earlier- Mm. [Her voice breaks off in a moan as she lowers herself on him, the first few inches all at once, then slowing, letting him watch as she takes him inch by wonderful inch.] I liked it.

[I like you.]

[ A laugh huffs free as she toys with him, sentiments so fond he isn't sure how she inspires them but she damn well does. It's the kindness mixed inexorably with the way she handles him, never shy or hesitant. That kind of confidence in what she wants is magnetic. ]

How many men have wanted to hear those exact words before? I'm flattered.

[ As she sits up and positions herself he cups a hand in the small of her back, helping her balance, but that's as far as his consideration goes when she's sinking down on him like she was made to take his cock, the perfect snug fit. Fjord frames her waist in his hands as he enjoys the view, sitting up to meet her in a kiss once she's taken him to the root and stretched tight, eight and a half inches of green shaft buried in soft pink walls like it's easy. No big (hah) deal. He loves how open she is with her desires and can imagine her sliding onto his lap at any social island function, naked and wet and wonderfully demanding.

This is all probably why she's qualified to be the goddess of love.

Brushing her hair aside, his fingers tap into one of her hair ornaments and he gives it a gentle tug. ]

Ditey, [ that affectionate nickname she likes comes with a chaste kiss, as if he isn't rumbling an orcish purr in his chest from the way she warms his cock, ] take these off?

[Maybe she will, someday. She has at least a few public entries on her card, and she's certain they could put on quite the show together. Ticking off boxes is always far from her mind when she's with Fjord, although part of her would like to go down his list and make sure he has plenty of gifts from the Augur in her name. Finding a special, possessive sort of satisfaction when she considers that his blade will now forever carry memories of their first night together.

Once he's fully inside of her, a hand settles low on her stomach for a moment, settling into the wonderful sensation of having him inside of her once more. She's shifting her weight in his lap, testing what angles he feels best at - there's none that don't feel wonderful with how full he makes her - and utterly distracted when he purrs his request.]

Hm? [Eyes flutter open with genuine surprise as her hands follow his to the ornaments in her hair. Jewelry of gold and jade jingle when fingers bump into them. Using both hands, she unfastens the first bit of jewelry, letting it lay out in the palm of her hand - smiling a little when she notices the green of her laurels. They didn't quite match him, but the color looked nice against his skin.

Very carefully, she sets it down on a pillow next to them, peering at him with open curiosity.] Why?

[ Has to wonder if his sword will have grown a few more inches after everything Aphrodite has done for him. Never mind "Exalted", "Hella Ripped" ought to describe the blade after being so charged up from fraternising with an actual goddess (even if she isn't his own). ]

Because I want to do this ...

[ With the jewellery she matches to his skin (cute) safely set aside, he runs his fingers through her hair to card it away from her face, gathering her in for a slow, simmering kiss, taking his time. When it ends Fjord swirls her long hair around a fist and gives a smile, then a gentle tug, possessively holding onto her. He uses the hold to coax Aphrodite to tip her head to the side, tusks roaming down her neck to hint at a bite. ]

And this. If you'll let me.

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