[God Quest] Love you like a mustang

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words The air shifts before Frey even takes form; warmth swelling against Colt’s skin, the scent of sage and sun-soaked flesh thickening in the air until it’s hard to tell whether it’s her heartbeat or the earth’s she hears pulsing beneath it. When they appear, it’s as if the world simply exhales them into being: naked, gleaming with rain-damp light, every inch of them shaped from what Colt most aches to see. They crouch easily beside the shrine, the mud seeming to shy from touching them. Fingers trail toward the lemon she’s left, tracing its dimpled skin with a lazy drag such that Colt will feel the echo of it ghosting against her own body, a teasing brush against her nipple that tightens breath and heat alike. Frey’s grin unfurls slow and wicked. They pluck up a cookie and take a bite, the sound of it—crunch, sigh, hum—far too intimate for something so simple. "Mmm. Delicious," they purr around it, licking a crumb from their thumb.  "You know, darling girl," Their eyes glitter like honey catching sun, lazy and dangerous both. "The best roses always have the sharpest thorns." Light blooms from their hand, liquid gold pouring outward until it catches on Colt’s quiver, wrapping it in radiance. The scent of lavender and wild sage flares bright in the air; the wood hums faintly, as though it’s remembering how to bite. Frey straightens, stretching like a cat, satisfaction curling through every motion. "There. A little more edge." Their smile turns languid again, gaze drifting over her like a touch. Congratulations! Colt's quiver has been ugpraded!