Moaning their approval, Frey lets their head dip back, closing those familiar sea-blue eyes mixed with Boston-smoke. Like the literal god they are, they stretch their arms above their head and let their thighs fall open, ready to be ravaged.
Hands, what pair they are is irrelevant, find Sunjata's hips and guide them back that the Flood might find himself fully on his hands and knees rather than hunkered between the god's legs. Fingernails chase away pesky constellations before descending down and clawing at Sunjata's torso like some horny kitten. "Fuck me," Comes the god's voice, whispered in a voice reminiscent of a land wrought with grief but made bright by the lust of two young lovers. The hands around Sunjata's waist will now move to grasp a pair of perfectly sun-toned calves, heaving ankles up where they can lock around the Flood's lower back. "Show me why they call you the flood" Frey purrs, and though the proportions are anything but possible, Sunjata will feel a wet heat against the tip of his cock as the heels at his back encourage him forward.
No one said pleasing Frey was easy.
Hands, what pair they are is irrelevant, find Sunjata's hips and guide them back that the Flood might find himself fully on his hands and knees rather than hunkered between the god's legs. Fingernails chase away pesky constellations before descending down and clawing at Sunjata's torso like some horny kitten. "Fuck me," Comes the god's voice, whispered in a voice reminiscent of a land wrought with grief but made bright by the lust of two young lovers. The hands around Sunjata's waist will now move to grasp a pair of perfectly sun-toned calves, heaving ankles up where they can lock around the Flood's lower back. "Show me why they call you the flood" Frey purrs, and though the proportions are anything but possible, Sunjata will feel a wet heat against the tip of his cock as the heels at his back encourage him forward.
No one said pleasing Frey was easy.
