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#1
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LOREN
Despite the fact that the gods had not yet seen fit to respond to any of Loren’s prayers, he once again found himself at a shrine, head bowed. This time, he hadn’t been able to make it out until night. The stars and the moon were obscured behind the cover of clouds, leaving the circle of stones the Launceleyn was becoming annoyingly familiar with almost completely invisible in the night. Still, the darkness held no fear for the summoner: even with the blighted around and the deep chill of Deepfrost, the Launceleyn found himself filled more with a sense of determination than foreboding.

He couldn’t afford to be afraid. Too many people were relying upon him, especially now that the blight had progressed to the point that they couldn’t rely on anyone with that curse running through their veins. So instead, he was doing everything within his power to ensure that he kept those he could safe and healthy and whole in every sense of the word. It was sometimes a thankless task, and certainly a difficult one, but he kept at it, knowing that he still had much to make up for.

Unfortunately, he had less and less time for every individual task. But even with the increased burdens—and even with the knowledge firmly in his mind that the gods had no wish to speak with him—he was still trying to make it out to prayer as regularly as he could. All he had to cling to at the moment was the belief that every little bit helped. Every prayer, every offering, every piece of himself he gave to the divine beings trying to save them all might make a tiny difference in the struggle. And even that hope was enough for him to cling to desperately.

So, ignoring the cold and the dark, he knelt in the snow, clearing it off the stones so they were exposed. He figured that might help his chances. Nothing could probably hurt. He placed a piece of bread; it wasn’t much, but it was from Amalia, who was beloved by the divine beings he planned to call upon, which he hoped might make them more inclined to accept it. Next to it he put some milk and honey. Luckily, Astra was asleep happily at the manor. Not only did Loren want her to have no part in this, she would probably try to get at what she saw as treats.

That done, the Launceleyn had finally closed his eyes. Last time, he’d prayed, he'd asked for Safrin. However, she was blighted too, and he had no wish to place an undue burden on the goddess. Nor was he entirely sure what the blight had done to her. If it was anything like the effects on mortals, he had no wish to encounter her.

So he’d try another deity, one he was admittedly worried about calling upon. But his concern for those he cared about trumped any punishment or retribution he himself might be risking. ”Frey, beautiful and wise, I pray to thee. Please accept my humble offering and my even more humble devotion. I know I am unworthy of your attention. All I ask is that you watch over those who cannot watch for themselves, and that you let the love we have for those we care about triumph over any darkness lurking within their hearts.” Although the summoner didn’t know if he had faith, per se, at least he had conviction. And though many in the Hollowed Grounds were finding hope hard to come by, Loren had seen worse evil than this, and was trying to be strong enough to carry all their hopes within him, weak vessel though he was for that.

But someone had to keep that flame burning, and he had an easier time of it than most these days.
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The air around Loren would suddenly grow pleasantly warm, as if the Deepfrost chill was nothing more than a curtain meant to disguise a world of heat and pleasure. As Frey appeared, languidly leaning against the bark of the nearest tree, Loren would find himself entirely stripped of his clothing but far, far from naked. Oh no, instead he would be covered, nay drenched in the sumptuous pull of the god's radiance. A divine feast for his senses, the summoner would find himself overcome with lust for the deity, their kaleidoscopic features perfectly resembling whatever it was the summoner desired in his heart of hearts. Leaning down with a sensual slowness, Frey produced a peach from the air and dipped it in the milk and honey. Taking a large bite and letting the various juices descend down their arm, they leaned lazily against the tree to appraise Loren.

"You sound like you know what you're talking about hun, but you've got the wrong god. Watch over those who cannot watch for themselves? Let love triumph?" They rolled their eyes. "Instead of flowery words, better you plant some actual flowers like you were told to."
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LOREN
Seeing as Loren was definitely expecting the gods to once again completely blow him off and ignore his prayer, he was totally unprepared for what came next. As heat spread both within and without, a warm breeze springing up in the clearing and a raging sexual fire igniting in his veins, it took the summoner more than a few moments to realize both that he was buck naked and that he was harder than he’d ever been in his life.

And it took him longer than that to admit to himself that the god looked more than a little bit like Remi.

As Frey brought the dripping peach to its mouth, Loren's found his eyes glued to the sensual action. The deity’s words were like honey and silver, and if anything, the passion within the Launceleyn built to an ever greater fever pitch. Somehow, despite the desire clouding everything within him, he managed to find his voice. ”I’m sorry for my ignorance, Frey, and thank you, thank you for answering me. I, I'm not worthy.” Loren’s own words came out in a pant, his breath coming more quickly due to the god’s sheer presence. ”And I will. I will plant my last Rose. I swear.” He’d been in the process of doing so when he’d been interrupted, but it was past time he tried again. A little whine escaped his throat at the thought of disappointing the most beautiful being he’d ever beheld.
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"No you definitely aren't. But then again you weren't created to be worthy, were you?" Frey narrowed their eyes, their tongue tracing a long and slow line across their lower lip; a sensation that Loren would feel against his own as it happened.

Taking another bite of soft orangish flesh, more juice than was possible dripped down Frey's chin, like a current of thick nectar that roamed down their neck and chest to bead against a nipple. The bright spark of sensation would again be one that Loren felt as well as Frey offered the Launceleyn a sly smile. "Well then. What are you still doing here?" They asked, eyes slowly sweeping down Loren's scar-silvered body with a nearly palpable weight.
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LOREN
As the sensation of a phantom tongue licked its way across Loren’s lips, a mirror of the action of the god before him, the summoner moaned in pleasure. His hand, unbidden, came up to trace the path as well, as if to recapture the feeling. Not trusting himself to speak, he just shook his head at Frey’s comment, and lowered his eyes, ashamed. It was true: Loren was not worthy of any of this, and he’d been a fool to think he ever could be.

Then, there was the feeling of juice sliding down Loren’s chest and coming to a stop. Reaching up with his other hand, as the first was still lingering on his lips, his fingers pinched his nipple, eliciting another moan. He would’ve done just about anything for Frey in that moment, had the deity asked. However, then the full weight of Frey’s eyes crashed down on the Launceleyn and he shivered both sensually and worriedly. He’d already disappointed the wonderful divinity before him, and that was unforgivable. ”N-nothing,” he stammered out past the heady mix of desire and shame, before he tried to stand on legs that did not feel as if they’d support his weight.
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"Well then." Frey sniffed, their fingers spider-walking down their body, goosebumps fleshing across their ribs and, you guessed it, along Loren's too. The deity hummed some nonsensical phrases and the air bloomed with moisture and a breeze that smelled of sweat and flowers. As their hand reached the jut of their hip it paused, their own erection considerable and proud. With intentional but delicate motions, Frey's hand would create a hollow around their cock, though not actually touch the flesh despite the obvious masturbatory motions they were making. Gazing at Loren, their fingers twitching and yet not touching, the Launceleyn would feel a tangible desperation as he was subjected to these phantom ministrations as well.

"So? Why are you still here then? Haven't you flowers to plant?"
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LOREN
As Frey’s fingers walked down their body, Loren found every sensation reflected on his own skin. It was an exquisitely agonizing feeling of pleasure and he couldn’t help his eyes from fluttering or the sensual sounds from escaping his throat. Somehow, despite that, he found his feet, and staggered backwards, eyes still unable to look away from the divine being.

Then, the god’s fingers closed around their erection and stopped just short of touching, and Loren collapsed. His hands found his own throbbing cock, and started pumping, desperate for a release. However, when Frey spoke next, he stopped with another groan, a mixture of every terribly wonderful and wonderfully terrible emotion he was feeling. He had never felt such pleasure (the feelings Rexanna had brought out in him paled in comparison, and his experiences before that obviously couldn’t compare) and it had been far too long since he’d really touched himself, he suddenly realized. And it had been over a year since anyone else had touched him in a manner that even remotely resembled something sexual. However, the imperative to go plant the Rose stopped him just on the edge of orgasm, and he found himself scrambling and scooting awkwardly backwards on his hands and knees, not noticing the scrapes and bumps he was getting from the cold hard ground, all the while watching Frey with a hungry look in his eyes.
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As Loren slithered backwards Frey's hand clasped around the base of their cock in earnest. Within their grip seemed to be every thinkable sensation; rough and encompassing, warm and gratifying. It was everything without being overstimulating, holding the summoner just on the verge of all that his small mind could handle.

"I see." They purred, biting their lower lip. Loren would feel the bite, but also pressure against his nipples, a hand grasping the desperately thin muscle of his thigh, and nails dragging down the bony flesh of his ass. There would be no time to think, no time for his thoughts to try and focus on something solid and real to keep his orgasm at bay. Instead multiple phantom hands would be on him, fingers against his lips and in his mouth, hands around his throat, cupping and pulling at his balls, and of course, the final hand around his erection forcing him towards orgasm.

As sweet and gratifying as his release would be (for Frey was unmatched in this, as in other things), Loren would immediately find himself shivering in the cold, all traces of the deity having disappeared save for lips against his ear whispering: There now. That's one seed planted, see to your other."
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LOREN
It was entirely possible Loren blacked out momentarily when the best orgasm of his life rocketed through him. It was also entirely possible he might have screamed with pleasure, a primal, wild sound that tore through him. What was definitely true was that when he finally regained his senses he was shivering with pleasure and then cold, and his bare chest was coated with his own cum. Breath exploding from him in clouds of white, he scrambled to his feet, looking around for any sign of Frey. But they were gone, leaving only the echo of their words ringing in his ear.

Well fuck.
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