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.
A beggar's book
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