Interlude with Myth

"Power?" Frey repeated, a thoughtful murmur bubbling through Caiside's veins and arteries and the cockles of his heart. The chorus and crescendo of their opulent sexual luster roared through the man's entire being, flowing out through his finger tips and toes and the tip of his nose and tongue and head of his cock. The bindings would grow tighter, a gag in Caiside's mouth now where Frey had departed. The bat-like, or feathered, or demonic wings or whatever they were pulled back allowing sunlight to filter down onto the mini-gods face once again. The illustrious touches began to recede the way a tide might when there is something stronger and bigger coming, looming deep in the hidden depths of the ocean. "Power?!" Frey echoes as the hands on Caiside's body begin to slip away. The remaining finger tips grasp and scrape at the bark, trying desperately to stroke the length of his manhood still encapsulated by the tree but unable. Each fingerprint they leave is a small explosion, a mini orgasm that pulls the pressure in Caiside belly to a sharpened point, stoking the flames and embroiling him so painfully close to climax. All it would take is a tongue, one good thrust into the deep and wet places that Frey had taken him to push him over the edge and then— —"How boring." Frey suddenly hissed, departing into a cold breeze that is such a sudden and shocking departure from the enigmatic warmth of seconds ago that it sends a shiver through the attuned's body. Which, as it happens, is just enough stimulation to send him over the edge and into the dark and black pool on the other side. His orgasm is intense but unfulfilling, as he still cannot move and the spasms of his body are entirely absorbed by the unyielding wood of the tree. He cums alone and cold, and only once his own fluids have dried to the receding head of him, do the bindings fall away. How little Frey cares about power, and even less about the mortals who strive to wield it. Perhaps this will serve as a lesson to the attuned, that he should be more poignant in his prayers.