Amanda let out a sigh, either in relief or disappointment about the erotic sensations ending. Most of her brain was telling her to ask to be touched again. To just strip off her clothes and offer herself to the god.
But no. She hated gods. She didn't want to be touched by one.
When that thought cemented itself in her mind, it made it easier to resist. Not much easier, but it was a start. She took a few deep breaths to center herself, getting as much control back as she could.
"So what do you want?" she asked the god. "I know you can use your magic to make things. You did it for me before. So make me something. Some kind of magical...I dunno. Something other than a dildo. Give me something magic, and tell me what it'll cost. Everything has a price."
She briefly wondered if anyone else ever spoke to the sex god like this. From what little she knew of Frey's interactions with people, she got the feeling that this wasn't how things usually went. But she wasn't most people, and she didn't care how the gods expected to be treated. Well, a certain part of her wanted to treat Frey exactly as expected, to get on her knees and offer herself fully to the god, no matter how dirty she would feel about it after the fact. But she refused to submit to those desires. She reminded herself over and over and over that she hated the gods.
It almost made her not want to kiss Frey's beautiful lips. Almost.
But no. She hated gods. She didn't want to be touched by one.
When that thought cemented itself in her mind, it made it easier to resist. Not much easier, but it was a start. She took a few deep breaths to center herself, getting as much control back as she could.
"So what do you want?" she asked the god. "I know you can use your magic to make things. You did it for me before. So make me something. Some kind of magical...I dunno. Something other than a dildo. Give me something magic, and tell me what it'll cost. Everything has a price."
She briefly wondered if anyone else ever spoke to the sex god like this. From what little she knew of Frey's interactions with people, she got the feeling that this wasn't how things usually went. But she wasn't most people, and she didn't care how the gods expected to be treated. Well, a certain part of her wanted to treat Frey exactly as expected, to get on her knees and offer herself fully to the god, no matter how dirty she would feel about it after the fact. But she refused to submit to those desires. She reminded herself over and over and over that she hated the gods.
It almost made her not want to kiss Frey's beautiful lips. Almost.
