And like any older being, practiced and wise to the nuances and desires of youth, Frey complies.
Hard.
Hands are suddenly in her hair—tangling and tugging— though fingers are still on her cheek. One hand presses against the small of her back, urging her against the god and all the hard and yielding crevices and juts therein. More still appear grabbing at the swell of her ass with both hands to lift her up and then slide down to her thighs, hugging them against Frey.
And then into Frey. Fingers rake down Lily's spine, Frey's strong torso suddenly offering no pressure at all as the young woman is entirely engulfed into the god. It is a world shiny with colour and the warm sticky-sweet smell of sex. It is a world of sensory overload, so complete that Lily won't even notice the way that her body is shifting and changing around her; the only constant is Frey's presence.
And then everything shifts in hue, pinks balancing out deep magentas and ochres as the world narrows into a tunnel. At the end is a light, and all around the soon-to-be-attuned muscles seem to clench and contract, sending waterfalls of sensation down against the flat of her stomach and into the dark slit between her thighs. The more the world twists and narrows further, the more frenetic the pleasure will become. As Lily engages with the rising of her orgasm, she'll feel herself begin to slide and move towards the light..
Hard.
Hands are suddenly in her hair—tangling and tugging— though fingers are still on her cheek. One hand presses against the small of her back, urging her against the god and all the hard and yielding crevices and juts therein. More still appear grabbing at the swell of her ass with both hands to lift her up and then slide down to her thighs, hugging them against Frey.
And then into Frey. Fingers rake down Lily's spine, Frey's strong torso suddenly offering no pressure at all as the young woman is entirely engulfed into the god. It is a world shiny with colour and the warm sticky-sweet smell of sex. It is a world of sensory overload, so complete that Lily won't even notice the way that her body is shifting and changing around her; the only constant is Frey's presence.
And then everything shifts in hue, pinks balancing out deep magentas and ochres as the world narrows into a tunnel. At the end is a light, and all around the soon-to-be-attuned muscles seem to clench and contract, sending waterfalls of sensation down against the flat of her stomach and into the dark slit between her thighs. The more the world twists and narrows further, the more frenetic the pleasure will become. As Lily engages with the rising of her orgasm, she'll feel herself begin to slide and move towards the light..
