Feel That Fire

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words What an interesting pair of supplicants. So young, so in ... love, is it? Or just lust? Or just a mutual tail-spin into destruction? It was hard to say, but Frey was certainly interested. Not so much in the outcome—that was death, it was always death with the mortals—but with the journey.  They were like pheonixes that way; so bright while they burned, but always headed towards death. Would these two be reborn? Appearing in the grass on their back, Frey gazed languidly up at the sky. They were completely in the nude, and as always their body was a kaleidoscope of changing features, never settling on one palette or sex, but always appearing as a heightened depiction of whatever Kalt and Ashe's most desirable physical form might be. Lazily they stretched, supple limbs moving of their head to reveal taught muscles and vivacious curves in all the right places. At once both the man and woman would feel an overwhelming sense of attraction to the being, so strong that it thrummed in their bones. Moving over to their side, Frey gazed at the couple through impossibly alluring eyes with a sensuous smile on their lips. Lazily placing a finger in their mouth to nibble on, their gaze moved from man to woman and then back again, their tongue flicking out of their mouth around their finger before darting back in again. "What an attractive couple you make. Bodies like that I'm surprised that you come up for air at all, or why you bother to hide them—" With a wink Kalt and Ashette would find themselves as naked as the god, though they'd feel absolutely no cold or chills upon their skin, but find themselves quite comfortable. "That seems much better." Frey purred, their words like honey on lace as they ran their hand through the grasses untouched by the snow. "Now. Why have you come here?"