How long indeed. As Loren came Frey didn't withdraw, so much as pull back so that their mere ethereal presence in his veins didn't cause him to feel overstimulated and ruin the precious high and the fall after. Sliding out of him like a whisper the god basked contentedly in the summoner's afterglow, floating wordlessly at his side.
After enough time had passed, though undoubtedly Loren would have preferred to stay in this place, the summoner would find himself clothed and kneeling in the snow with the god standing over him, empty bowl in hand. "Milk and honey is always a good choice, snowflake." They said with a wink, extending an arm to hand the bowl back.
After enough time had passed, though undoubtedly Loren would have preferred to stay in this place, the summoner would find himself clothed and kneeling in the snow with the god standing over him, empty bowl in hand. "Milk and honey is always a good choice, snowflake." They said with a wink, extending an arm to hand the bowl back.
