[She giggles when he wraps her up, broad arms as strong as they are gentle. She's seen both sides of him, enjoying his laugh in equal amounts to the growls that he gives in the heat of the moment.]
Such dedicated service. Of course I would save only the best blessings for you.
[Such blessings as the fingers that are running lightly down and up his sides, teeth catching on his lip before sucking the spot, soothing it better.
Abruptly,] I want to mark you. [Fingers touch lightly over a spot on his neck, high on the side.]
Sliding his hands up her body to cup her breasts, gently kneading and smoothing his large palms around her waist, unable to stop touching her, he tilts his head to the side. Tries not to shiver when her fingers trail there. ]
[Tucking her hair back, she noses under his chin, wrinkling her nose and laughing a little at the tickle of his beard, before replacing her fingers with her mouth. Right over where she can feel his pulse, but high enough that she hopes it will show, even when he's fully armored. She takes her time there, kissing and teasing with her lips and teeth and sucking at the skin there.
She can already feel his heartbeat just fine, given her sensitivity to those sorts of things, but she enjoys feeling the beat of his pulse under her lips, and while she doesn't have tusks like he does, she makes up for it in ardor. Sucking hard, she moans against his skin, fingers dipping between them to tease over his chest, thumbing over the scars there and lingering on his nipples, trying to find all of the places that make him shiver and groan.]
[ A pulse of arousal throbs through his aching body, her lips and teeth drawing out a hiss as Aphrodite marks him up with a lovebite that will darken to a blotchy green in time. Coupled with the way she touches him he groans, laughing breathlessly, and sweeps his hands up her thighs to slip one between, gently stroking over her clit to get her back for working him up again.
With his head tipped back on the pillows, he hums and arches into everywhere they touch. ]
[She sing songs, then catches the wrist of the hand between her thighs, redirecting it back to her thighs and hips. And she lifts her head to nip at his ear.]
It's my turn, dear.
[Said in a husky voice before she dips lower again, sucking another spot low on his neck, while shifting her body back until her knees are on the pillows between his legs, her body still lounged over him and she sits up to let her hands drift over his chest. Tracing over the lines of his muscles and her gaze roves over him, almost reverently.]
[ He hums at the compliment, obediently skimming caresses over her hips as he lets her play. Her hands look pretty against his broad chest, scars littering the dark hairs from blades and burns, all healed a lighter green. The scar between his pecs is the largest, the tallest too, slim like a blade went through. ]
[Her mouth quirks up in a smile, and she enjoys touching him. The contrast of her small hands against his skin, and how she can feel the powerful muscles underneath. She wonders what he must look like in battle. Brave and fierce, she thinks.
Her fingers linger on that scar in the center of his chest, tracing it from top to bottom. Expression flickers into something more thoughtful, and she looks up at him.]
[Words fail her and she frowns, pressing her mouth into a thin line at the same time she rubs her fingers over his lips, thumbing over a tusk absentmindedly,]
The gods of the underworld must be more generous in your world. [Souls do not escape death so easily in hers. She leans in to kiss the scar.] I'm glad that you are alive now.
Gods had nothing to do with it, my friends are Clerics and some of their spells involve bringing back the recently deceased. They managed to get to me in time.
[ He cups the back of her head as she kisses the scar, a smile fondly in place. ]
Before that I also stabbed myself, like an idiot. In my defense, I was trying to get a demi-god leviathan's attention though, so ...
[An interesting concept, to save one from death. One that lord Hades likely would not suffer in their world. People that tried to outsmart him usually wound up with a punishment even worse than the fate they were trying to escape.
Her eyebrows hike up at the last bit and she lifts her head from where she was gingerly licking a stripe over his chest - surprised enough to distract her for a moment and she cants her head to the side, brows pinching together,]
Your former patron? [She recalls a leviathan mentioned before.]
Yes. Are you sure you want to hear this? [ He rests an arm behind his head, using his free hand to brush back strands of long pink hair. ] I seem to recall being told that men talk too much of themselves at the slightest encouragement, and it's a long story.
[She chuckles, biting her lip to keep back a grin.]
I like to listen to you talk. [Said honestly, and she idly traces circles with her fingers on his chest. There's a difference between boastful, braggadocios men and Fjord.]
But, [Hands flatten into palms that run over his skin, from chest down his sides, her expression flickering into something more mischievous. Bright and full of promise,] I wanted to taste you too.
[A woman has priorities although said woman doesn't know how long his refractory is. Fingers skim over his hips, and she trails kisses below the scar, lingering to leave another love bite just next to it before licking over the spot she just teased into a bruise, soothing it. And she grins up at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.] ...Tell me after?
[ Swallowing the lump in his throat as she slides down his body, the sweet comment melts into her request and he feels a little like he's fallen into an alternate dimension that knows exactly how to make him stay. ]
You've convinced me.
[ He brushes through her hair as Aphrodite lowers herself, the dull ache of a second round at arousal already stirred by having her pressed up against him and his playing with her, and while he doubts he will come twice this time it's not unexpected, just like he isn't surprised she can get him hard for a third time, short rest be damned.
Hardening further from the love-bites laid down beside that big scar, he laughs low and breathy. ]
You can always have as much of me as you want, Ditey.
[It's a little selfish, a little impatient, but making him flushed and gasping for her was as sweet a music as anything else she could think of.
Scooting down his body, and rearranging some of the pillows, she makes herself comfortable on her stomach between his legs. Her elbows propped up on his thighs and she wraps a delicate hand around the base of his cock, helping it stand up tall with some light stroking.]
I'll remember that you said that. [My, he's as big as he feels when he's inside of her. Her thumb traces one of his ridges, watching his face with keen interest as she leans in to drag her tongue up the side, lips rounding to leave a wet kiss at the head of him as she grins.] Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.
[ Sex island seemed awful at first, an entity like Vokodo keeping people around for its own benefit, but there are times like these when Fjord forgets to be angry or that he wants to Eldritch Blast the Augur into bits (which is probably their goal). How is he supposed to do anything other than flex and groan when Aphrodite mouths around his cock like that? He's had precious few blowjobs in his life and he can't take his eyes off her, even as precome starts welling up under her tongue.
Fuck, the soft press of her lips ... ]
Don't know if I'm any good for a conversation when you're doing that. [ Hoarser than usual, he takes a deep breath or two. ] What do you want to hear?
[The smile on her lips pulls wider, and it sends a curl of heat between her legs to watch and feel just how quickly he gets worked up for her like this. Even after coming for her twice this night already.]
Anything. [She licks a long stripe up his cock before swirling her tongue over the head.] Tell me what you think about me.
[Lashes lay light on her cheeks as she drops her gaze, turning to her task in full. Plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, and she has to sit up taller, inching her knees under her as she takes more of him in her mouth, heat flooding her cheeks with just how large he is in her mouth. Hands brush hair back away from her face, so he can watch in full before fingers wrap around the rest of him, stroking and making sure none of him goes without attention.]
[ Each breath comes heavier than the last, labouring to speak as her mouth encourages every ridge under his cock to further harden and stand out. There's a sweet ache usually absent, assuredly the product of so much exertion, but his orcish heritage props up where human failings threaten and he can feel the pleasure spreading through his entire body all because of her. ]
You're kind.
[ Sighing to gain some steadiness to his voice, he helps keep her hair back with large, gentle fingers running through rosy strands. He can't look away from her as she works over him. ]
After we met, that was what I remembered. You were so beautiful in the way you embraced me, it made you even lovelier to look at. You put your arms around me and weren't afraid. Just beautiful in everything you did. I felt so at ease, I wasn't surprised you were a goddess. Ah ...
[ Her lips rubbing under the flare of a crown makes his breath hitch, speaking in a hurry before he forgets his train of thought. ]
[It's not the kind of compliment she's expecting. Beautiful, yes, and yes her breasts are divine – but kind is not a compliment many men offer to her. Maybe because sometimes she's not. Just the same as the sea is not always kind, nor the hunt or the seasons, but she's learned that there's little room for flaw when it comes to a mortal's perception of love. One misstep and they've sworn it off for life.
It causes a completely different sort of warmth to spread through her. There's a breathy gasp as she comes up off of him – cheeks pink and gaze hazy. Her own heartbeat is loud in her ears even as her mouth and tongue are warm with the taste of him.
Hand still wrapped around his cock – stroking him to keep him on edge, she climbs back up over his chest. And kisses him. Desperately. Passionately. Like the rest of the island has faded away and it's only the two of them left.]
[ Gradually tensing up as she works him over, the moment her lips let go a groan is punched out of his chest and he meets the amorous kiss halfway, grasping her curves in fevered caresses. Urgency fills him with hunger for the third time but it's more desperate than before as he slings an arm around Aphrodite to roll them on her tent carpets, more honest in the way he hikes an elbow under her knee and spreads her out so he reclaim that heat around his cock in a single thrust, grunting as he slides home, soft walls barely resisting.
He brushes back her hair and the kiss returns with a growl that rumbles through his upper half, starved for a taste despite their earlier sexscapades, the roll of his hips finding the right angle with ease to grind her full all over again.
The way she should be, he possessively thinks.
In between the muffled mess of their mouths, he admits lowly, ]
[She'd been half determined to finish him off with her mouth - that had been the plan. But it turns out it's difficult to resist finishing like this. She loves the wrap of his arms around her, the weight of his body when he presses her into the floor of her tent. How easily he slides inside of her, and it's hectic and messy and passionate. Like lovers finding each other after years apart, even as their love bites were still purpling from earlier.
Her voice breaks loud against his mouth.]
You can have me. Ah- [Her arms wrap around his sides, fingers digging into the backs of his shoulders.] Fjord!
[ A different kind of heat rushes through him, the edges of white sclera turning red with half-orc resistance as he feels a swell of affection for her fill his chest, every instinct wired into pleasuring her and drawing out those pretty cries. She's clever and beautiful, moving with him so perfectly (after so much practice) that his come from earlier keeps her wet and ready for him along with her own red-hot slick as she tightens up, exquisite around his cock. Everything about Aphrodite's greed to possess each facet of him makes him fully embrace the side of himself he usually suppresses, drawing out resolve and dedication, and a deeply buried need to fuck her until she forgets her name (or that any other men exist).
Godly, would be another word for the way she feels. ]
Fuck, Ditey ...
[ There's a constant animalistic baritone growl to his voice as he kisses openly down her neck, hips driving to feel her dripping cunt flex around him and inspire more snarls. The heat of her thighs is like a furnace around him. ]
I want to make you come over and over ... and over.
[It's intoxicating. She's not shy when it comes to simple, physical indulgences; from the casual to the dutiful. But the movement between their bodies now was desperate and honest and overwhelming. Every thrust of his cock made stars burst at the corner of her vision, relentless and demanding with the way he devoured her whole. She loved it. Loved the way he gave himself to her, and she gives herself over to it completely.
The space in the tent fills with their noises, her hair tangling into a bed of curls under her and her leg under his elbow bounces with each thrust. Fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks where they break skin. Each thrust of his cock inside punches the air out of her lungs, her chest heaving and her head is thrown back on the carpeted floor. His name on her lips no longer like a prayer but in loud cries that aren't so loud as the rumble of his chest, reverberating all through her body.
She lasts longer than she'd expect - and yet not long enough. Her whole body wound tight and aching from earlier in the night, muscles tremoring and tight around the relentless thrust of his cock inside of her, and she comes with a shuddered cry. Whole body arching under him, nails digging hard into the backs of his shoulders, begging him to come along with her.]
[ One day he'll take her to bed and make her come so many times she forgets what hour of day it is, but for now it's all he can do to follow her into orgasm with more of a roar than he's ever given outside of battle before, head tipped back as he comes and comes, fucking her in a combination of possessiveness and relief.
Mine.
His arm unloops from her her knee and he scoops her up so she sits on his lap, full of his throbbing cock as he fills her up again, loving her so fiercely it burns under his skin as she milks him dry. Some deeply buried, unconscious part of his orc instincts whisper mate when he looks down at her and he groans, ducking his head in his exhaustion to kiss a cupped breast, lavishing her in his own pleasure so that he isn't just inside her, his tongue melts hot pathways around a nipple, tusks gently scraping their way across to a twin where he repeats himself. ]
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[ There are far worse ways, he's seen them.
He leans in at the tug to his beard and rubs it over her cheeks as he wraps her up in his arms for a cuddle. ]
"I'm sorry, ladies and gents," I'd say, "but I'm here to worship Aphrodite directly, not by proxy ..."
[ Worshipping that would include kisses interspersed between scratchy nuzzles. ]
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Such dedicated service. Of course I would save only the best blessings for you.
[Such blessings as the fingers that are running lightly down and up his sides, teeth catching on his lip before sucking the spot, soothing it better.
Abruptly,] I want to mark you. [Fingers touch lightly over a spot on his neck, high on the side.]
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Oh?
[ And forceful. He likes that about her too.
Sliding his hands up her body to cup her breasts, gently kneading and smoothing his large palms around her waist, unable to stop touching her, he tilts his head to the side. Tries not to shiver when her fingers trail there. ]
Mark me, sweetheart. I'm all yours.
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She can already feel his heartbeat just fine, given her sensitivity to those sorts of things, but she enjoys feeling the beat of his pulse under her lips, and while she doesn't have tusks like he does, she makes up for it in ardor. Sucking hard, she moans against his skin, fingers dipping between them to tease over his chest, thumbing over the scars there and lingering on his nipples, trying to find all of the places that make him shiver and groan.]
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With his head tipped back on the pillows, he hums and arches into everywhere they touch. ]
You're trying to kill me, aren't you ...
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[She sing songs, then catches the wrist of the hand between her thighs, redirecting it back to her thighs and hips. And she lifts her head to nip at his ear.]
It's my turn, dear.
[Said in a husky voice before she dips lower again, sucking another spot low on his neck, while shifting her body back until her knees are on the pillows between his legs, her body still lounged over him and she sits up to let her hands drift over his chest. Tracing over the lines of his muscles and her gaze roves over him, almost reverently.]
You're beautiful.
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High praise coming from the Goddess of Beauty.
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Her fingers linger on that scar in the center of his chest, tracing it from top to bottom. Expression flickers into something more thoughtful, and she looks up at him.]
What happened here?
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[ He glances down to where her fingers lie, covering them with his own and bringing them up for a kiss. ]
Mostly, I died.
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[Words fail her and she frowns, pressing her mouth into a thin line at the same time she rubs her fingers over his lips, thumbing over a tusk absentmindedly,]
The gods of the underworld must be more generous in your world. [Souls do not escape death so easily in hers. She leans in to kiss the scar.] I'm glad that you are alive now.
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[ He cups the back of her head as she kisses the scar, a smile fondly in place. ]
Before that I also stabbed myself, like an idiot. In my defense, I was trying to get a demi-god leviathan's attention though, so ...
[ Nope, it was still stupid. ]
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Her eyebrows hike up at the last bit and she lifts her head from where she was gingerly licking a stripe over his chest - surprised enough to distract her for a moment and she cants her head to the side, brows pinching together,]
Your former patron? [She recalls a leviathan mentioned before.]
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I like to listen to you talk. [Said honestly, and she idly traces circles with her fingers on his chest. There's a difference between boastful, braggadocios men and Fjord.]
But, [Hands flatten into palms that run over his skin, from chest down his sides, her expression flickering into something more mischievous. Bright and full of promise,] I wanted to taste you too.
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although said woman doesn't know how long his refractory is. Fingers skim over his hips, and she trails kisses below the scar, lingering to leave another love bite just next to it before licking over the spot she just teased into a bruise, soothing it. And she grins up at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.] ...Tell me after?no subject
You've convinced me.
[ He brushes through her hair as Aphrodite lowers herself, the dull ache of a second round at arousal already stirred by having her pressed up against him and his playing with her, and while he doubts he will come twice this time it's not unexpected, just like he isn't surprised she can get him hard for a third time, short rest be damned.
Hardening further from the love-bites laid down beside that big scar, he laughs low and breathy. ]
You can always have as much of me as you want, Ditey.
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Scooting down his body, and rearranging some of the pillows, she makes herself comfortable on her stomach between his legs. Her elbows propped up on his thighs and she wraps a delicate hand around the base of his cock, helping it stand up tall with some light stroking.]
I'll remember that you said that. [My, he's as big as he feels when he's inside of her. Her thumb traces one of his ridges, watching his face with keen interest as she leans in to drag her tongue up the side, lips rounding to leave a wet kiss at the head of him as she grins.] Talk to me. I want to hear your voice.
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Fuck, the soft press of her lips ... ]
Don't know if I'm any good for a conversation when you're doing that. [ Hoarser than usual, he takes a deep breath or two. ] What do you want to hear?
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Anything. [She licks a long stripe up his cock before swirling her tongue over the head.] Tell me what you think about me.
[Lashes lay light on her cheeks as she drops her gaze, turning to her task in full. Plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, and she has to sit up taller, inching her knees under her as she takes more of him in her mouth, heat flooding her cheeks with just how large he is in her mouth. Hands brush hair back away from her face, so he can watch in full before fingers wrap around the rest of him, stroking and making sure none of him goes without attention.]
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You're kind.
[ Sighing to gain some steadiness to his voice, he helps keep her hair back with large, gentle fingers running through rosy strands. He can't look away from her as she works over him. ]
After we met, that was what I remembered. You were so beautiful in the way you embraced me, it made you even lovelier to look at. You put your arms around me and weren't afraid. Just beautiful in everything you did. I felt so at ease, I wasn't surprised you were a goddess. Ah ...
[ Her lips rubbing under the flare of a crown makes his breath hitch, speaking in a hurry before he forgets his train of thought. ]
And your breasts were fucking incredible, gods —!
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It causes a completely different sort of warmth to spread through her. There's a breathy gasp as she comes up off of him – cheeks pink and gaze hazy. Her own heartbeat is loud in her ears even as her mouth and tongue are warm with the taste of him.
Hand still wrapped around his cock – stroking him to keep him on edge, she climbs back up over his chest. And kisses him. Desperately. Passionately. Like the rest of the island has faded away and it's only the two of them left.]
I want you to make love to me.
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He brushes back her hair and the kiss returns with a growl that rumbles through his upper half, starved for a taste despite their earlier sexscapades, the roll of his hips finding the right angle with ease to grind her full all over again.
The way she should be, he possessively thinks.
In between the muffled mess of their mouths, he admits lowly, ]
I need you.
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Her voice breaks loud against his mouth.]
You can have me. Ah- [Her arms wrap around his sides, fingers digging into the backs of his shoulders.] Fjord!
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Godly, would be another word for the way she feels. ]
Fuck, Ditey ...
[ There's a constant animalistic baritone growl to his voice as he kisses openly down her neck, hips driving to feel her dripping cunt flex around him and inspire more snarls. The heat of her thighs is like a furnace around him. ]
I want to make you come over and over ... and over.
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The space in the tent fills with their noises, her hair tangling into a bed of curls under her and her leg under his elbow bounces with each thrust. Fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks where they break skin. Each thrust of his cock inside punches the air out of her lungs, her chest heaving and her head is thrown back on the carpeted floor. His name on her lips no longer like a prayer but in loud cries that aren't so loud as the rumble of his chest, reverberating all through her body.
She lasts longer than she'd expect - and yet not long enough. Her whole body wound tight and aching from earlier in the night, muscles tremoring and tight around the relentless thrust of his cock inside of her, and she comes with a shuddered cry. Whole body arching under him, nails digging hard into the backs of his shoulders, begging him to come along with her.]
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Mine.
His arm unloops from her her knee and he scoops her up so she sits on his lap, full of his throbbing cock as he fills her up again, loving her so fiercely it burns under his skin as she milks him dry. Some deeply buried, unconscious part of his orc instincts whisper mate when he looks down at her and he groans, ducking his head in his exhaustion to kiss a cupped breast, lavishing her in his own pleasure so that he isn't just inside her, his tongue melts hot pathways around a nipple, tusks gently scraping their way across to a twin where he repeats himself. ]
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