Loren's answer brought a rather feral grin to the deity's face, transforming the soft Abasi-like lines into something powerful and dominant. "Good." They whispered, moving forward. "Then your first lesson? Stop apologizing."
Leaning forward one of their hands lowered towards Loren's groin. The barrier of his pants provided absolutely no resistance as Frey's fingers slipped through the material, cupping his balls firmly. Their hovered on the line between nausea-inducing pressure and something that might, under the right circumstances, be thought of as pleasurable. "Be what you are. If you fuck up, own it, but don't keep sniveling about it. Strength and protection requires conviction. Remember that."
Their fingers twisted, reaching up into his body now. The feeling would be indescribably strange as the deity twisted through and into Loren, all the while maintaining eye contact. Though it was the summoner's brain that ultimately caused the response, the deity triggered that weak-kneed spine-tingling feeling of wanting to run in the pit of the man's stomach.
All around were voices and faces from Loren's past. His many failures laid out before him; punishments, torture, his constant weaknesses. And all the while Frey tickled that gland that made the urge to urinate and run away somewhere dark and isolated grow, and grow and grow. With their free hand they tangled their fingers into Loren's hair so that he couldn't twist away from all that was spinning in bright detail around him.
Leaning forward one of their hands lowered towards Loren's groin. The barrier of his pants provided absolutely no resistance as Frey's fingers slipped through the material, cupping his balls firmly. Their hovered on the line between nausea-inducing pressure and something that might, under the right circumstances, be thought of as pleasurable. "Be what you are. If you fuck up, own it, but don't keep sniveling about it. Strength and protection requires conviction. Remember that."
Their fingers twisted, reaching up into his body now. The feeling would be indescribably strange as the deity twisted through and into Loren, all the while maintaining eye contact. Though it was the summoner's brain that ultimately caused the response, the deity triggered that weak-kneed spine-tingling feeling of wanting to run in the pit of the man's stomach.
All around were voices and faces from Loren's past. His many failures laid out before him; punishments, torture, his constant weaknesses. And all the while Frey tickled that gland that made the urge to urinate and run away somewhere dark and isolated grow, and grow and grow. With their free hand they tangled their fingers into Loren's hair so that he couldn't twist away from all that was spinning in bright detail around him.
FREY
