[God Quest] So anyway -

Hotaru

Deep dive into the dark
Masked eyes as you pick me apart

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.

“For you? You won’t even have to make me,” 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.

“I want everything,” hisses hotly from her flexing jaw. “I want you to fuck me against these stones for so long we get an audience of your worshippers.” A hand comes up to cup the herald’s neck, fingertips pressing a touch too hard with the weight of her greed. “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.” 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. “I want to be the only one who can have that power, and ensure it through blood.” Guarantee that nobody could ensnare her the way Dahlia had, the way only she should wield the power for, no matter the scale. “I want to be everything everyone wants, but nobody can really have.” Her dual-toned eyes nearly glow in the light that creeps over Frey’s shoulders. “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.”

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. “Please, Frey. Let me taste.”

Your body melts into my skin
Baptise me and I'll be your sin