tiger teeth

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Yeah, Rexanna's fling with Alistair was cute (especially because it meant that the overly anguished and bloated and frankly kind of bland love story between the man and his ex-wife Ashetta was finally over), but in the grand scheme of sexual and enjoyable encounters Frey had seen way better. And done better, since they were more than willing to hop into bed (literally and metaphorically) if they felt their followers were deserving of their literally mind blowing sexual prowess (in the sense that it sometimes left people briefly catatonic afterwards, but SO worth it). Still, it was a start, and the very fact that she was willing to consider that a highlight of her life meant she might finally be ready to turn over a new leaf. Or maybe not, if her guilt complex disguised as selflessness kept getting in the way. Propping their hands on their hips, Frey gave her an affronted look. ”I see. So dare I ask what makes you so special that you think you automatically know what’s best for everyone else without even consulting them?” Honestly, these mortals. It was a marvel they’d even survived as long as they had. Still, Rexanna was making progress, so they weren’t going to harp on this point for too long. Besides, all this talking and lecturing wasn’t their style. Just because they were the god of something didn’t mean they liked preaching about it. That’s why they were supposed to have disciples to begin with, so the deity could get on with the important business of spreading a little love and lust around. Their terrifying aura faded somewhat the more the woman realized just how misguided she’d been. Frey wasn’t sympathetic to her plight (they weren’t exactly capable of that), but they were able to understand that no one had shown Rexanna there was another, better way. Granted, she was perfectly able to come to that revelation on her own, and she shouldn’t have needed literal divine intervention to do so, but these mortals were particularly dense. ”No they haven’t. And why is your joy any less valuable than anyone else’s?” So far as Frey could tell, Rexanna had been beating herself up for a long time and for no good reason. That would hopefully end today, but if it didn’t it wasn’t really the being’s problem. They were beyond such petty concerns. Still, perhaps there was hope for Rexanna after all. As she spoke of being a lover (jury was still out on that, and Frey was a particularly harsh judge) and a fighter, they smiled wickedly at her, the beauty suffusing them becoming pleasant to behold once more. It had been like bludgeoning her over the head (which was not at all how Frey preferred to operate), but she finally seemed to grasp what Frey was trying to tell her. And the best part of all was that it wouldn’t only help her, it would help those around her. In addition, if she still wanted to be a helpful person or whatever, she needed to start with herself, because right now she wasn’t doing anyone any favors. Unfortunately, chances were she’d just lapse into old and self-destructive behaviors once she left Frey’s presence. Still, she’d reached some degree of enlightenment, which meant they were going to ease up on the price they’d planned to extract. Indeed, now it was more a mixed blessing than a curse, which they’d originally intended to inflict upon her. She might even come to like and appreciate it. ”I still think you should learn to think before you speak. So I’m going to help you with that.” In their own special way, of course. Frey did have some rules and standards they had to follow. Leaning forward, they kissed her chastely on the lips (unless she wanted more, in which case Frey was totally down for it), their mouth tasting sweeter than anything she’d had before. When they broke off the contact, Frey winked at her, delighted at the idea they’d had in the end. Rexanna would find that she was now incapable of saying anything that wasn’t flirtatious or dirty. At first, Frey was going to just take her voice entirely, but this was better, and might lead to her loosening up a bit, since she was way too uptight at the moment. ”You can have your full voice back if you do something I find particularly delightful.” Tilting their head, they smirked at her. ”Same offer I gave your so-called friend Remi.” Leaning forward again, this time they dropped their voice to a sensuous purr of a whisper in her ear. ”Maybe even together, hm?” They were both young and hot, and needed a good fuck. Stepping back, they laughed, the sound pure delight. ”It might be difficult given his proclivities, but hey, a threesome with two dudes worshipping you might not be the worst thing in the world, am I right?” They winked at her again and blew her a kiss for good measure, which actually sparkled in the air and came to settle on her collarbone. She’d feel a tingling sensation there, a pleasantly warm one, since Frey had one last gift for her. Then they’d disappear in a whirl of pheromones, incense, and heat, leaving her momentarily bewildered, but when she came to she would find that the brand marking her as someone else’s property was completely gone, without even a trace. No one owned her but herself, and she should continue to chase that newfound freedom of hers.