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So anyway - - Hotaru - 03-13-2025
Ru shows up in a bikini, which is already more clothing than she’d normally bother to wear but this isn’t her usual shrine and she can’t go around taking the attention away from Flora in her own region (though she totally could, she’s still got it).
Bag of balls (spheres) tied around her waist, she comfortably settles cross-legged in the shallow water that covers the colorful stones all around and begins laying out her offerings. Wildflower honey instead of the normal cream and a long silk dressing gown that Hotaru had debated keeping for herself given the flattering way it falls - high praise that made it worthy of seeing on Frey’s skin instead.
[say]“Well, that took longer than planned. Got a bit distracted with getting engaged, moving regions, turning a bit purple around the gills…”[/say] Hotaru idly lights one of the abandoned candles on the shrine with a touch of lighting sparked along her fingertip before reclining backward, head tilted toward the sun to bask in its warmth. [say]“I have a want, Frey. Not the sexiest of kinds, but it has the word lust in it.”[/say] She wants to see the Family bleed. And she wants to never feel controlled again. She wants to crush everything beneath her heel and bend everyone to her whims, and she’s tired of being nice about it. One hand touches the bag at her side. [say]“Just have to tie this up first.”[/say]
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Quest returnnnnn! Upgrading her ice spheres.
Type: Light | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded
Elemental Projectiles | A small bag with an unlimited supply of incredibly dense spheres of ice. Best when used with a slingshot, but can also be thrown. Explode upon impact in a 5ft radius. Will not melt while in the bag.
Obtained here: Leave the bad deeds on the bedsheets
In four threads, Hotaru must make something bigger.
- oh, what a sin - Participates in a threesome for a larger amount of participants
- Open up the gates, I feel close enough to heaven - Uses a strap-on to make herself bigger and takes on a newer fully dominant role for a larger commanding presence
- Something new begins to take - Builds sandcastles with Sunjata
- [SE] Court of Miracles - Makes a crowd bigger by compelling people into a dance mob and into grabbing bystanders
RE: So anyway - - Frey - 03-13-2025
The air thickens before Frey even appears, growing warm and sweet, heavy with the scent of honey and something darker—something primal. The shrine hums beneath Hotaru’s fingertips, a shiver of anticipation rippling through the water, over the smooth stones beneath her. Then, without so much as a whisper of warning, a body presses against hers from behind, heat licking up her spine, a mouth at her ear—smiling.
[say]"Lust, hmm?"[/say] Frey’s voice is a decadent thing, low and knowing, a breath against her throat as hands—clever, insatiable, weightless and all-consuming—trail over her bare shoulders. [say]"Now that is a word I can work with, my little storm."[/say]
They stretch, lounging around her like a second skin, golden limbs and molten curves, every inch of them shifting, undulating, teasing. Their skin is silk, their presence a weight she feels in her bones, pressing against her in ways both familiar and new. They are temptation, indulgence, a heat curling between her thighs and settling deep in her belly as they trace lazy fingers down her arms.
Then their gaze drops to the silk gown she’s brought, and the knowing little smirk they give her is enough to set the air ablaze. [say]"Darling, you should have kept this. It would look far better slipping off of you."[/say] They lift it between elegant fingers, testing the fabric before—just to prove a point—it vanishes from their grasp, appearing draped over their own shoulders, tied just loose enough to let it gape at the chest.
[say]"But,"[/say] they continue, trailing a finger down the line of Hotaru’s sternum, just above the curve of her bikini. [say]"You didn’t come here for me to strip you bare—"[/say] though their touch suggests they might. A slow, knowing grin spreads over their lips as they lean in, pressing close, a decadent contrast of heat and softness against her body before reaching down to wave a hand over the balls of ice at Hotaru's side.
Hotaru's projectiles have been upgraded!
RE: So anyway - - Hotaru - 03-13-2025
Even their presence has foreplay, a sweet promise of something more to come that inspires the same anticipation. Hotaru’s spine stretches as her throat bares, showing off for a presence she doesn’t see but doesn’t need to. As her head falls back it lands on Frey’s shoulder as if it had always been there, and she turns immediately to kiss lazily at the herald’s throat as if she can drink the hum of each spoken word straight from the source.
[say]“My pleasure is yours, and it pleases me to see you wear it more than my own reflection.”[/say] There is no courting to be done here, she is Frey’s and - as much as could be - Frey is also hers. Yet the smoke in Hotaru’s half-lidded stare and the sultry shape of her flattery as she slides a hand languidly up the inside of Frey’s thigh harbors intent that implies there is still something to be won.
[say]“Didn’t I?”[/say] Hotaru blinks innocent eyes as she presses forward into Frey’s trailing touch as the herald shifts in front of her, encouraging their fingertip to drag against the pitiful string holding her top together. A good businesswoman, the Valkyrie notes the touch to the bag at her side before considering it a forgettable thing, eyes riveted to Frey’s androgynous face. Her beloved takes most of Frey’s shape, but there are distinct feminine edges that turn the herald into a golden, powerful visage of androgyny and seduction. [say]“You can bless those in a blink, and I’m not so crass as to ask for something new at the same time. Bloodlust, power, mewling masses…a fine line to walk between self-indulgence and chaos, and I know what side I prefer to fall on.”[/say] Frey’s, not Dygra’s. Hotaru’s visions are too premeditated to be called chaos, but she is careful to sow her seeds in Frey’s garden only, called to heel by only them. [say]“And until I ask for assistance, those plans are too narrow and human for you, don’t you think?”[/say] Frey hasn’t seemed interested in mortal plotting like the other heralds so far at least. If she is wrong this time she will be all ears, but for now…
Hotaru lifts her hips just enough to try and tilt Frey closer overtop her. [say]“So yes, I did come for you to strip me bare. Will you make me ask for it?”[/say]
RE: So anyway - - Frey - 03-13-2025
Frey laughs, a rich, indulgent sound that seems to seep into the very air, thickening it like honey, sweetening it like wine. [say]"Ask? Or beg?"[/say] Their voice hums against her skin, a whisper and a promise, something that will curl low in the belly, something that makes the air ache with anticipation. Their hands, weightless and decadent, roam the length of her body, skimming over the silk-heat of her skin as though memorizing every contour, every nerve that sings for them. But they do not rush. No, Frey is a god of pleasure, of indulgence, of teasing things to their breaking point before granting release.
[say]"But you know me,"[/say] they murmur, lips brushing against her jaw, against the pulse fluttering at her throat. [say]"I always prefer to give, rather than take."[/say] And with that, the string she so conveniently pressed into their touch dissolves, slipping away like mist on the morning tide, baring her breasts to the warm air, to their molten gaze.
[say]"Much better."[/say] Their fingers trace feather-light circle are the Valkyrie's nipples, skimming over skin that tightens deliciously under their touch. They lean in, breath warm against her ear as their hand lowers down, their touch drifting between her parted thighs, slow, agonizing, deliberate.
[say]"Oh go on,"[/say] they murmur, their voice a decadent hum against her pulse, [say]"be crass."[/say] A roll of their hips, a press of heat that settles against her, their shape shifting between states and different physical manifestations.
RE: So anyway - - Hotaru - 03-13-2025
This is why Hotaru had given the robe - for the sight of Frey towering over her, seemingly endless in their presence, backlit by the spring sun whose rays drip like honey over the herald’s skin. Just as covetous as everything else in the world to get a fraction of what Frey offers.
[say]“For you? You won’t even have to make me,”[/say] she promises on an exhale that is as surely stolen from her as the flimsy top that dissolves like the geyser spray on the wind around them.
Hotaru is not normally so forward with Frey - content to partake in that notorious giving nature - but today the hunger for so much more than sex is a gnawing pit in her stomach. Her hands reach to grab the belt of the robe in an attempt to pull Frey closer, thighs spreading as a lilting whine unspools between her teeth at the feather-light tease of fingers that still impossibly coax pleasure from within.
[say]“I want everything,”[/say] hisses hotly from her flexing jaw. [say]“I want you to fuck me against these stones for so long we get an audience of your worshippers.”[/say] A hand comes up to cup the herald’s neck, fingertips pressing a touch too hard with the weight of her greed. [say]“I want you to make me capable of being as shapeless and perfect as you. I want to make people fall to their knees because I say so.”[/say] Her free hand yanks at the side ties of her bikini bottoms, letting them fall away to leave her properly bare. These things she can do, or are so close at hand she can taste them, but that doesn’t stop her wanting. Hotaru has never been a patient woman. [say]“I want to be the only one who can have that power, and ensure it through blood.”[/say] Guarantee that nobody could ensnare her the way Dahlia had, the way only she should wield the power for, no matter the scale. [say]“I want to be everything everyone wants, but nobody can really have.”[/say] Her dual-toned eyes nearly glow in the light that creeps over Frey’s shoulders. [say] “I want to be your reflection, I want to make people feel. And if they cross me, I want to be able to take away their ability to feel at all, so they can never taste your grace again.”[/say]
Her breaths come faster for wanting, until she buckles her elbows to lay flat on the damp rocks so she can open her thighs as her hands reach for Frey above, begging as surely with her body as her words. [say]“Please, Frey. Let me taste.”[/say]
RE: So anyway - - Frey - 03-14-2025
The world shudders as Frey grins, slow and knowing, the kind of smile that promises ruin in the most exquisite of ways. They do not hesitate, do not make her wait—not when she has already asked so beautifully. With a single, effortless pull, they drag her up against them, sealing the last breath of space between them, pressing heat to heat, skin to skin.
And then the world answers.
Hands emerge from the misty air around them, golden and wanting, reaching—not to take, but to worship. The moment stretches, bends, spills outward, and suddenly Hotaru is not alone with Frey, but surrounded by bodies unseen, hands reverent as they graze her skin. The brush of fingertips against her jaw, against her throat, teasing over the curve of her breasts, tracing patterns over her ribs, skimming over the soles of her feet in a way that makes her shiver.
Faraway voices rise in an echo, calling her name in a chorus of want. Ru. Valkyrie. Queen. Divine. Each syllable drips with need, with reverence, as though the mere brush of her might grant them luck, salvation, release.
[say]"Look at you,"[/say] Frey purrs, their voice both inside her ears and inside her bones, their hands mapping her greed with indulgent amusement. One slips lower, trailing between her thighs, finding her slick, her wanting. [say]"My darling, you were made for this."[/say] Their fingers stroke, lazy, unhurried, teasing at her clit, coaxing, drawing more from her even as the hands continue their reverence, their worship.
And then, as if she weighs nothing, they shift her, moving her like she is meant for this, positioning her with perfect ease—her thighs spread, her body poised just over the length of them, where they have shaped themselves to fit her, for her, only her. [say]"Everything you shall have,"[/say] Frey murmurs, their fingers pressing against her, guiding, teasing, ensuring she is ready before they push her down, slow and deliberate, letting her take them, inch by inch. Their hands grip her hips, holding her in place, making her feel every stretch, every impossible inch as the hands around her continue their reverence, their devotion of her body.
RE: So anyway - - Hotaru - 03-21-2025
There’s no surprise, only a sense of triumph and ecstasy, as more hands than have ever touched her skin find their places upon it in worshipful chorus. Her throat is a hum of endless sound, moans and hedonistic laughter that rings out over the shining stones around them. [say]“Yes!”[/say] Though many hands touch, reach, covet - hers only reach for Frey. Her nails come to small points in mindless animality to score wantonly down their back as she’s drawn in. Imperiousness fueled by the satisfaction of the illusory sensation of ignoring those that hunger for her in all their masses. To be wanted, to take all that is desperately offered, and to still leave them starving.
Frey’s voice drowns out the crying of her names and titles. Always loud above the crowd. Their slow, indulgent touch against her clit and through the wetness that shines from thighs to folds is electrifying - the sensory overload of endless roving hands makes it feel as if time is slipping through her fingertips until Frey’s touch anchors her in the current. [say]“Made for you,”[/say] she forces past her wet and parted lips. Frey had made certain of that. They had reforged Hotaru’s entire existence, molded her like clay and gave her breath back with lightning.
Her strength is meaningless here, balanced in Frey’s godly hands. No need to vie for control or adjust the pace. Frey knows the exact length of time to make Hotaru wait, to stir the anticipation that burns from navel to throat, before delivering. Hotaru sinks down their cock with a crooning cry that swells and reaches unabashedly for the sky. Her nails slip down Frey’s golden chest, slick with her own sweat. But there’s still enough purchase to brace against as she lifts her hips and slowly - luxuriously - sinks back down. Focused on feeling every ridge and vein as she shakes and clenches around them. There is only ever perfection here. Length, girth, accuracy. Ambrosia so sweet that the chase for more eclipses any physical restraints - though Frey has freed her from those.
So Hotaru takes full advantage of that and slowly works up her pace, leaning forward instead of throwing her head back so that her breasts can press against Frey’s chest, sliding and stimulating her nipples as she rides them. Just close enough to pant against the herald’s neck where she moans her worship in the shape of their name over and over and over.