lusi | ( fjord's perma-catchall )

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.

[There had been some hesitation when it came to removing her laurels - although she's not nearly so dramatic (well, not always), it can be a loaded gesture among fellow gods. the sort of thing one might cast aside when they fled Mount Olympus or sought a life among the mortals. Symbolic more than anything, as if a piece of jewelry could change her divinity. But any implication or meaning sweeps right out of her head when he starts carding his fingers through her hair, and she smiles into the kiss before he tugs and- ]

Oh.

[There's a lot of heat behind that single syllable. And he won't need any godly powers to feel the stirring it does inside of her, her muscles fluttering tight around him and her gaze near hazy with desire, pupils blown out.] Oh, yes, Fjord.

[Punctuated with a not-too-gentle roll of her hips, her hands cupping the back of his head to help keep him in place as she moves, skin positively thrumming with anticipation.]

[ Understanding nothing of what he views as simply pretty accessories, he might work toward finding a similar gift for her in the future. It may be useless and cheap compared to her laurels, but he'll try to rustle up something beautiful.

With Aphrodite happily curdling on his lap, rocking down deliciously like a dream, he fastens a lovebite on the curve of a shoulder and indulges the instinct to mark her as his own, tusks kneading in between each hot kiss. His other hand skims back down to her ass where he drags her in to match a deep grind that is fast coming to be what he associates with her, fucking her where she will be feeling it for days afterwards. ]

You're beautiful, [ the praise comes as easily as breathing, growled against her smooth skin, ] the most beautiful woman I've ever seen ...

[The lovely thing about his love bites is that there will be no hiding them, the purple-red bruises with the obvious patterning of tusks pinching into skin - she's glad to keep them on display for all to see like the finest jewelry he could think to give her. (Although given the future tilt of colder weather that's coming, she might have to reconsider her aversion to clothes. Or just ask Fjord to keep her warm otherwise).

A long, low moan breathes past her lips as he marks her, drags her in and she picks up a slow, smooth rhythm. Hands slide from his neck to his chest, fingers curled just enough that he can feel the drag of her nails pricking into his skin, tracing gently over his scars and applying more pressure when she teases over his nipples.]

By the fates, [She murmurs, lifting up enough to feel the first of his ridges pull free from her, and sinking down again, riding him at a pace that's careful not to disrupt the pinch-pain of his teeth against her skin. Retrained, but just barely, given the hammering of her pulse that she can feel throbbing against his mouth. She tilts her head forward, moaning at the resulting tugging of his hand still fisted in her hair, then tugs again, purposefully.] Harder, love. You're not going to break me.

I know, [ he smiles into the curl of her neck, kisses dusting light and sweet in contrast to the occasional rasp of a tusk, ] I just like drawing it out with you, making you moan.

[ Fjord takes pity on both of them by reclining a little into the huge heap of cushions, just enough to brace his shoulders and heels to get the momentum required to fuck her the way she wants, ridges rippling against hot walls and a thick cockhead rubbing deep inside, over and over to the obscene slap of their bodies. It's perfect, the way he fits and how she takes him, he trusts every scrape down his chest to let him know if he's giving her too much too fast or not enough.

He groans and tips his head back, suffused with pleasure as he relaxes and drags her along with a fistful of hair for a crushing kiss. ]

I wonder ... how many times can I make you come tonight?

[She huffs a little, but there's no real teeth to it, especially once he lays back against the cushions, and she gasps with the change of pace. Eager and pleased to use his momentum to fuel her own movements. Leaning back, she rests her palms on his thighs behind her, stretching out long - a feast for his eyes, with her plump breasts and the markings he'd left on her shoulder already starting to bruise, and it's the perfect sort of angle to really make her toes curl. And she pumps her hips in time with him, lifting just before the peak of his thrust so she can plunge back down to meet him.

Breasts bounce in time with their movement and plush lips are parted around her gasps as she takes him again and again. She yelps a loud moan when he drags her in, hands moving from his chest to loop around his neck, kissing him in a way that threatens to swallow him whole, tongue plunging into his mouth then sucking on his tusks, his lips. Wet and messy and as obscene a sound as anything else in the room. Only breaking off to gasp a stuttered gasp of his name, as if to answer his inquiry. Not quite there for the second time but close and fates, those ridges are going to be the end of her, when they start fucking like this.

(And she's glad he's on the same page regarding her letting him leave tonight. There was no party to interrupt them this time and she planned on keeping him until morning.)]

[ She's beautiful. The way she leans back and stretches out as she rides him, breasts bouncing and thighs tensed, a flush all down her body: that experience will stay with him for a while, never mind the imagery, because he can feel every moment of it and it sets him on fire.

A growl meets the kiss as she plasters up against him to warm Fjord in ways he can't convey. He slips a hand between them and rubs the slippery nub of her clit to the pace of their fucking, kissing down her jaw so he can watch her reaction because it's absolutely his intention to drive her wild as many times as he can tonight, giving himself over to her pleasure. ]

[She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of those looks. The way Fjord's eyes change to slits from time to time, hungry and appreciative all at once. It makes her want to coax it out of him all the more often, and as much as he's determined to turning her into a boneless mess, she wants the same for him. To ride him and tease him with hands and mouth and breasts until he's spent and exhausted and relaxed in her arms.

He works faster though, and it doesn't take long like this for her to come for a second time, her pace and breath stuttering. Lips part and her brows pull together as the string pulling from her head to her toes and she curls her knees tighter into his sides, hips bucking a staggered, shallow motion and her whole body tensing then relaxing on top of him, her cheek pressed into his shoulder as she gasps and moans, louder than the first time.]

There you go, beautiful ...

[ He sighs along with her as she yells his name, coming hard on his cock and fingers so that Fjord's breath catches as her walls tighten around him. Hanging on by a thread to his own orgasm, he kisses her hair and lets her ride it out as much as she needs to with the slowed thrusting of his hips that keeps her in motion, never quite stopping even at a deep grind. His fingers smear around her hip, grasping hold to embrace her as she weakens in the afterglow. ]

You're doing so well for me, [ and then more cheekily, ] good girl.

[The continued movement is wonderful, even as it occasionally tips on overwhelming, and subtle whole-body tremors flicker over her even as she lays heavy and languid in his arms. He feels so good under her, arms wrapped around her and warming her from the inside out. (She suspects that he would feel good in near any position they could think of.)

The rumble of his voice in his chest rumbles under her, and she huffs a small laugh at the teasing, lifting her head up off his shoulder to nip at his ear, tugging the lobe between her teeth.]

I am good. [Her thighs flex and she rolls her hips, letting him stir inside of her – still a little oversensitive for riding him outright so soon, but even panting and blissed out, she can't help but be a little insatiable when it comes to him.] You must be aching, holding out so stubbornly. It makes me want to take my time with you. Make you ask for it.

[Another roll of her hips and she moans against his ear, getting off on it as much as she's trying to rile him up,] With my mouth, perhaps? I intend on tasting you before the night is over.

[ That nip on his ear has him gasping sharply, already pushing his limits on how much he can take when ridden by a beautiful woman. A goddess. It's strange, Aphrodite is certainly heavenly enough each time they have sex for Fjord to believe in her divinity but when he has her soaked with her own come around his cock, rocking atop him like she was made to be fucked, she feels contrarily so mortal. So real.

With the way she gamely keeps working him over, Fjord's stamina starts to rapidly dwindle. His eyes briefly screw shut with the imagery of her mouth stretched around his dick because how fucking obscene would that be? Gods above.

He hooks his hands under her thighs and lifts her just enough to find the room to thrust with renewed purpose, needing to take her. ]

Later, [ they have time (for now) ] first I want to fill you up until you're dripping.

[ Is he gets rougher he doesn't hold back this time, a snarl curling into place as he bucks into Aphrodite's tight heat and fucks her the way he wants to, like she's his and his alone. ]

[She's heard plenty of promises in the bedroom, declarations of love and lust and everything else in between, but the gravel in Fjord's voice combined with those words makes her blood run hot with desire. Enough that he most likely feels her muscles flutter tighter around him as he picks up with renewed vigor.

Hands holding her in place, her whole body seems to move in time with each of his thrusts, plunging into her like he might break her in two. If she was pushing on overstimulated before, she doesn't ask he stop or slow down, instead her nails dig into his skin, and there's a few beats of silence as she bites her lip, but it quickly ticks over into gasps of pleasure. She loves it, loves him, in the moments when all of the wrappings of propriety are gone, and she is loud against his ear. The tent filling with the sounds of their coupling, (her cries loud enough that it's probably a good thing they're on a relatively remote part of the beach.) And his name on her lips is like a prayer, over and over again.

The next time some comes it's with a scream, toes curling and whole body wracked with tremors. And Fjord might feel a punch of magical energy at the same moment, hot and heavy – aphrodisiac in nature, although they're well beyond that, but she's barely paying attention to her powers in the moment, overwhelmed and practically thrumming with pleasure.]

[ She's doing so well to keep up and he tells her so, murmurs praise with every breath that isn't stolen by gasps or moans. Aphrodite sets the new standard, clinging to him with his name rising to fill the tent, coming for a third time as if she might fall right out of his lap if he isn't holding on tight, which he does because he can't bear the thought of letting her go, driving into her with a snarl that rides the second rise of orgasm rushing through his hot blood. There's a throb of power that robs him of a breath but it isn't unpleasant, more like being startled into feeling too much for a split-second as he fucks her full of his seed and feels a deep need satisfied to see her so pleasured by it. By him. He may be addicted to the sensation of her body milking him dry.

He rolls them on the plush floor to cradle her in his arms, petting her weakened legs and raining kisses down on her beautifully slack expression. More attuned to her needs than his own, he eases out of her but stays close, still between her thighs that get all the stroking reassurance they need that it's okay to finally relax. ]

[There's a long stretch of quiet, the blissed-out silence of being thoroughly fucked. Pants and moans replaced with heavy breathing and the pound of both of their heartbeats in her ears. The shuffle of limbs and pillows and bodies as they settle in more comfortably. Her fingers brush through his hair, even as she lays still; and her breath catches when she feels him pull out - quite obscenely making his seed mixed with her own release leak out onto her thighs, they'll have to clean up later. Later. Because they have all of the time in the world now.

Tilting her chin up, she rests it on his chest, her eyes soft, pupils blown out, and fingers stroke through his beard. When she speaks again, it's softly, between caught breaths.] Have I mentioned recently how wonderful you are?

You might have said something in the last few minutes or so.

[ The chest she rests on shakes with a deep laugh and he presses kisses into her sweaty hair, smoothing his hands all around her body to help any aching muscles, all over hips and shoulders and a soft waist. Fjord drifts in the afterglow along with her, wondering how he got so lucky as to be favoured by a woman as wonderful as Aphrodite, who is sweet and funny and charming even aside from the power-keg of her nakedness.

His hand drifts up the back of her neck, cradling her there. ]

I wish I could take you back to Wildemount with me ...

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