tiger teeth

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words This was surprising. That mortal lady who’d been with the hybrid had come back for more, it seemed. Frey had honestly thought they’d managed to scare away all supplicants for a while. That blonde chick had been the exception, but she’d proven to be an odd case and Frey had managed to send her on her merry way without much trouble. They were still entirely expecting her to fail in her silly little quest, but honestly watching mortals mess up was more enjoyable than viewing their successes sometimes. Either way, Frey won. This other chick, the brunette, however, had failed to leave much of an impression on the deity. Perhaps that was for the best, as Frey had obviously proven to be a fickle being and one that grew tired of mortal incompetence. However, Rexanna had gotten off to a good start by clearing up the shrine. If nothing else, it showed that the woman was trying to overcome her Abandoned status. She couldn’t not really, but trying was a good sign. As was the warm wind, scented with incense, that floated into the clearing and swirled around her. Appearing without much fanfare (and without any clothes, as was their wont), Frey manifested by leaning against a tree, holding a peach. Their form was as ever indeterminate, but beauty incarnate, the most lovely being Rexanna could imagine. ”What’s that silly saying of you mortals? Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it?” Voice dripping with sensuality, they arched their back against the bark, allowing the woman to get a very good look at the god’s goods. Simultaneously, they bit into the peach and let out a moan of pleasure, the juices dripping down their chin. As always, Rexanna would feel an inexorable attraction towards the god, though Frey hadn’t yet done anything to really stoke the fires lurking inside the woman. Lowering the peach crossing one arm, the deity leered at the supplicant. She’d taken off her shirt and had cleaned the shrine, which was enough to overcome the taint of her being an Abandoned. However, as with all of Frey’s petitioners, if she didn’t prove to the being’s liking she’d find that calling upon the gods was fraught with danger. ”So, what is it you wish, lady?” Probably something dumb, if Frey knew mortals. Given that they were an immortal, they’d seen many many (manyyyy) generations and so at this point could predict what the wishes would be. It helped that they could read all the poor mortals like open books. Most of their stories didn’t contain nearly enough erotica for Frey’s tastes, more's the pity.