A warm breeze trickles around Freya, tugging loose a small bit of hair and twirling it. A voice, disembodied just now, tsks a few times as the breeze grows slightly stronger and more mischievous; it slides down the back of the woman's shirt, sliding down her spine and leaving a wake of gooseflesh.
The sexual aspect of the herald Frey was perhaps the most and least straightforward of all the gods. They demanded offerings, always appeared naked and in the body of whatever was the most alluring to those beholding it, and always being in its presence created strong feelings of arousal. It was best to approach Frey with gifts in hand, naked, and with a clear idea of what one might want, and yet...here was Freya, clothed, empty-handed, and with vagueries on her tongue.
"Tsk, tsk..." They murmur again as they breathe themselves into being. Naked, their kaleidoscopic features morphing and shifting before settling upon that which Freya would find most pleasing, they cross their arms over their chest, raising an eyebrow. "That sure is a mouthful girlie. Care to spit out a few of those words and try again?"
The sexual aspect of the herald Frey was perhaps the most and least straightforward of all the gods. They demanded offerings, always appeared naked and in the body of whatever was the most alluring to those beholding it, and always being in its presence created strong feelings of arousal. It was best to approach Frey with gifts in hand, naked, and with a clear idea of what one might want, and yet...here was Freya, clothed, empty-handed, and with vagueries on her tongue.
"Tsk, tsk..." They murmur again as they breathe themselves into being. Naked, their kaleidoscopic features morphing and shifting before settling upon that which Freya would find most pleasing, they cross their arms over their chest, raising an eyebrow. "That sure is a mouthful girlie. Care to spit out a few of those words and try again?"
