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the taste of the divine - Sunjata - 08-05-2025
The morning is met with humidity and mist, a cold yet ethereal sun that tries to break through it, casting the shrine and surrounding fields in a warm golden glow. It feels as though he’s approaching the sun when he steps along the familiar path of the shrine, though the shape of it is different now than it had once been. Not for any other reason other than the multitudes of offerings he spots on the shrine - a variety of phallic fruit that’s been arranged, sex toys that dot the outskirts of the shrine (ranging from cock rings to dildos), even so far as to see the shrine itself wrapped up neatly in a perfect imitation of silken bondage straps.
At any rate, King’s End has been busy leaving their offerings for Frey, and after taking a few long moments to appreciate it, he kneels before the shrine with his head bowed. “[say]Hey Frey. I’m back from finishing my quest. Took me a little bit to turn it in with the whole Family ordeal.[/say]” He admits with a wrinkle of his nose before he shakes his head and lifts it so his gaze can take in the shrine and the wind chimes, the flickering flame within, bathed in a sea of golds and yellows.
Turning in the quest received here: that's life, boy, what can ya do? to upgrade his Make It Rain to Mastered!
Magic: Let it Rain | Can cause rain to fall in a 30 ft radius that heals allies while damaging enemies. May be used two times per thread, with a two post cooldown.
Type: Grey | Rank: Upgraded
Quest Tasks:
Have sex during a rainstorm
― burning blue smoke Colt
Use the Let it Rain ability to heal someone
― [SE] Nothing harder than the gospel truth Healed Koa
Use the Let it Rain ability to harm someone/something
― [Training] if you catch my drift Used Let it Rain against Talyson
"Make it rain" something that isn't water
― sins of my father Made it rain seeds over the coast of the Boondocks!
RE: the taste of the divine - Frey - 08-06-2025
The air ripples—not with sound, but with sensation. The golden haze deepens, thickens, drapes itself like satin across the skin, and then Frey is there. As always, they are naked and unapologetic, striding from the mist like a living ode to pleasure. Their body shifts with the moment, adorned with only the glint of mischief in their eye and the weight of a thousand unspoken yeses curling at the corner of their smile. They pause beside the shrine, tilting their head as they survey the offerings left by King’s End’s more adventurous faithful.
A hum slips from their throat, low and deeply amused. [say]"Well."[/say] Brows bounce, playful and approving. [say]"I leave for five minutes and suddenly it’s the harvest festival of debauchery."[/say] They trail a hand along the silken bondage that wraps the shrine, fingers brushing lovingly over knots tied with reverence and irreverence both. [say]"But then, you do always know how to please."[/say]
At the mention of the Family, they lift a shoulder in an elegant shrug, unbothered as always. [say]"Things work out the way they’re meant to,"[/say] they say breezily, as if divine omniscience were no more weighty than choosing a wine. Then, with no warning, they bend to pluck one of the more impressively sculpted dildos from the grass, turning it over in their hand with idle curiosity. It bends, slightly, under the pressure of their fingers—just once—and Sunjata will feel it immediately. The squeeze is ghostlike and unmistakably intimate, dragging across his cock with the kind of knowing touch that no god should wield so casually.
Frey doesn’t look at him right away. They examine the toy a moment longer before glancing up, lips curving in wicked delight. [say]"Well done you, though."[/say] They draw closer, until their voice is silk against his ear. [say]"Making enemies scream and friends moan? That’s a very special kind of rain, grey eyes."[/say] A pause, breathless and intentional. [say]"You always did have a talent for making everyone around you wet."[/say]
Sunjata has completed his quest!
RE: the taste of the divine - Sunjata - 08-06-2025
They arrive with all the grace and beauty and sensuality that burns into Sunjata’s skin. Warmed by their presence despite the cooling air of Leafchange upon them, surrounded by a variety of offerings that have been left by the people of King’s End and himself. Their amusement reflects in him, the crooked smile on his face blooming as they admire the silk wrapping of the shrine. “[say]We’re grateful for you.[/say]” He murmurs with a hint of pride that slips from the well coveted portion of his chest that has always made it a bit harder to express himself in the past.
He's just as happy to move past the mention of the Family, shrugging it off like lint that has nothing better to do but statically cling. He likes to think he’d managed the condition he’d received from the infection well enough these days to not let it plague him completely. And luckily for him, Frey offers a clever distraction that would always get his attention.
Feeling the pressure of Frey’s fingers where it’s reflected in the Flood’s pants, it sparks a flush that patches itself across his freckled cheeks and tattooed neck, an indulgence he leans in with a quick huff of breath as if it could steady him (it can’t). Such that when they glance over and draw closer, he’s helpless in how he responds to their delight. “[say]Thanks to you.[/say]” He murmurs softly, leaning up and into his god’s space, shifting his legs to allocate for the arousal trapped in tight pants. “[say]These days it feels like second nature.[/say]” Comes the playful and gentle tease, a voice roughened by the heat Frey’s presence gives. "[say]And I'm always happy to have an excuse for worship.[/say]"
RE: the taste of the divine - Frey - 08-07-2025
Frey’s grin blooms, slow and brilliant, the kind that curves like a promise and glows like sunrise on bare skin. “And I’m just as grateful for all of you,” they purr, voice warm enough to sink into bone.
As Sunjata leans in, their arms loop easily around his neck, the movement fluid and intimate, nails tracing lazy circles at the base of his hairline before dragging just enough to tease. The touch is both grounding and electric, a tether and a spark in the same breath. They draw him that little bit closer, their scent and heat folding around him like a second skin. [say]"Oh, grey eyes,"[/say] they tut, soft and indulgent, the sound curling against his ear. [say]"You absolutely need no excuse."[/say] The words are velvet-wrapped heat, their smile brushing the air between them. [say]"But—"[/say] their nails graze again, light as a sigh, [say]"—I’ll always enjoy watching you find one anyway."[/say] Frey’s grin deepens, and without breaking that slow, smouldering eye contact, they lean in until their lips find Sunjata’s.
The kiss is unhurried yet consuming, a molten thread pulling through every nerve, flooding him with sensation from the roots of his hair to the arches of his feet. It’s not just a meeting of mouths—it’s a full-bodied claim, something he feels in the thrum of his pulse, in the coil of muscle, in every inch that aches for them.
When they finally draw back, their smile is all wicked satisfaction. They vanish in the next breath, leaving behind a warm puff of honeysuckle and heat, the air rich with the echo of their presence. Only their low, delighted laughter lingers—alongside the very physical evidence of their parting gift, pressing insistently against the inside of his pants.
~FIN