there's light at the edge of the darkness
Loren couldn’t exactly articulate what Frey did, or what he was feeling. Partially that was because he wasn’t sure he was capable of speech: a moan, heavy, heated, almost animalistic came from lips that suddenly felt like they were on fire. Of course, everything felt that way, a burning sensation that could only be rivaled by the previous orgasm the god had given him. Fuck, this felt good.
If he could have, he would have reached out to Frey, wanting to return the favor somehow, as laughable as that might sound, but how could he when they were everywhere, inside and out. Instead, he just focused on surrendering completely to the deity’s will and whims. After all, if Frey was in him, it stood to reason they were enjoying this too. He felt his body being spread, touched, worshipped, and he reveled in it. So as teeth and hands massaged, nipped, tugged, twisted, rubbed, he found himself responding to each and every one with a groan or a twitch, satisfaction and heat both spreading throughout his entire being.
If he could have, he would have reached out to Frey, wanting to return the favor somehow, as laughable as that might sound, but how could he when they were everywhere, inside and out. Instead, he just focused on surrendering completely to the deity’s will and whims. After all, if Frey was in him, it stood to reason they were enjoying this too. He felt his body being spread, touched, worshipped, and he reveled in it. So as teeth and hands massaged, nipped, tugged, twisted, rubbed, he found himself responding to each and every one with a groan or a twitch, satisfaction and heat both spreading throughout his entire being.
loren
