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[God Quest] Blow blow blow your boat - Printable Version

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Blow blow blow your boat - Kaisel - 11-01-2025

The break of dawn is a welcome sight indeed after so much darkness. Fun as it had been in Torchline, he's glad to be able to head outside without a lantern in tow. Keeps his hands free for the umbrella he's twirling about while sauntering through the rain—not Flora's light up, jellyfish-style one, just a biiiiig clear one. He doesn't have anyone beside him, yet, but he thought Frey might not appreciate being called down into a rainstorm. Although honestly, when has Frey ever minded getting wet?

The geyers nearby argue with the direction water should be going, small rainbows scattering this way and that among the chaos of it all. He scarcely notices over the steady beat of the rain overhead, and even that gets drowned out by the focus of his arrangement. He wipes away some of the water as best he can before placing the bag he'd acquired down near the shrine, the addition of the resin-encased hydrangas added onto the handle. For Frey, he provides a bottle of bubbles and a container of nude nail polish, each supporting a different flavor of poprock packets. He makes sure to keep the umbrella extended over them, some of the rain clipping his navy rain jacket where his elbow pokes out from the dry frame.

[say]"What up Frey? Might be kinda early in the day for candy, but I brought you watermelon pop rocks, which is practically like fruit, so it should be alright, I think."[/say] He shrugs, the logic pretty sound. [say]"I got the bag like you asked and blew on all kinds of things!"[/say]



Quest received here Blow jobs
For: a bag that always has wind in it and will blow when opened.
1. Kai must perfect his own blow job (interpretation up to you)
You want a facial? blew on Flora's nails
2. Make some steamy air
Hot and Bothered steam room
3. Make something move with just his mouth
Flour and Pedals blew bubbles
4. Purchase/Commission/aquire the bag for Frey to use
I like my men all incompetent purchased the bag


RE: Blow blow blow your boat - Frey - 11-01-2025

Mist rolls through the coloured stones in ribbons of steam and light, the air thickening in the space between breaths until it tastes faintly of sugar and heat. Then—like the shimmer of a mirage given form—Frey arrives.

They are bare, as always, every inch of them a study in what Kai would most like to see. Rain slides harmlessly off their skin, catching on the curves and planes of their body as though even the storm can’t help but worship. The sudden pulse of arousal that follows their arrival is heavy enough to make the air hum, sweet and electric all at once.

Frey’s grin is pure indulgence as they crouch gracefully beneath the umbrella’s edge, plucking up the pop-rocks with long fingers. [say]"Never too early for something sweet,"[/say] they murmur, voice low and amused. With a flick of their wrist, they tear the packet open and tilt it toward their mouth. The sound of the candy crackling against their tongue fills the small space between them—and Kai will feel it too. The sharp fizz will dance across his own lips and tongue, tiny bursts of pleasure sparking through him, followed by the slow sweep of warmth as the god’s tongue licks their lips clean.

[say]"Mmm,"[/say] Frey hums, eyes glinting as they look back to him. [say]"Perfect way to start the day."[/say]

Their gaze drifts toward the bag, and they reach out, tracing a finger along its handle before glancing up through their lashes. [say]"Tell me,"[/say] they purr, [say]"did you enjoy perfecting your blow-job skills?"[/say]

When their palm presses flat to the bag, it reacts instantly, sealing shut with a faint sigh, the fabric swelling as if newly filled. The air around it shifts, scented faintly of sea-salt and rain. [say]"There,"[/say] Frey says, straightening with a satisfied hum. [say]"Full of wind, just as promised. Enough to keep a sail full of air no matter how calm the sea decides to be."[/say]

Kaisel has completed his quest and received

Bag of Gusts | A seashell-shaped bag that when opened, emits a constant stream of air for 10ft.


RE: Blow blow blow your boat - Kaisel - 11-02-2025

See, he tried to tell his mom that same thing for years, insisting breakfast is plenty full of other sweet things already, but for soooooooome reason, trying to eat cake as your first meal is only acceptable when it's left over from your birthday. [say]"Exactly,"[/say] he breathes, which is about all he can manage as his throat is suddenly tightening, along with other things, in the presence of Frey.

The umbrella struggles to stay aloft as the poprock sensation begins, a shaky laugh spilling free as he sweeps his spare hand through his hair in an effort to ground himself. It marginally works, but Frey has always taken him by storm, and however hard he braces for it, they rip through each barrier like it'd never been there. Which, he doesn't claim that they had ever been super strong to begin with, but maybe there's no hope against a god regardless.

Clearing his throat, he attempts to answer without letting his voice thin. [say]"Yeah, it was heaps of fun!"[/say] Maybe not all of them had been the intended blow jobs from a sex god's point of view, but he'd happily continue to work on perfecting that version with Flora without any divine directive. He rather thought since the bag would be full of wind, that guiding the tasks in a similar vein would be best. He doesn't seem to have been wrong either, as he watches Frey's touch add a new swell to the purse. Seems nothing is safe from become larger beneath their hand.

[say]"Thanks Flora, Frey will love this!"[/say] He catches it as soon as it's out, sucking in a sharp breath of apology. [say]"I mean, thanks Fl-Frey."[/say] Fuck. [say]"Frey, thank you."[/say] He drags it out like a child that's just learned how to speak, making sure it's correct. It's not at all distracting that they've sent blood away from one head to another and look like Flora. [say]"I'm gonna go before I say anything else,"[/say] he grins, sheepish as he retrieves the bag and scurries off down the shimmering road.

[FIN]