Gratitude

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Well, this was a sweet gesture. Maybe. Frey didn’t really need aphrodisiacs since they didn’t just crave lust and love, they inspired it with their very being. There was no aphrodisiac greater than their presence and the feelings it could inspire in someone. But the poor girl was trying, at least, and at least it was a better offering than those empty prayers the other mortals had offered. They were learning. Slowly, far too slowly for Frey’s tastes (which were extensive, and yes, they’d admit that sometimes slower was better), but it was something. That didn’t mean they were always going to appear just because the mortals had learned a new trick. But if they were being honest, which they had no reason not to be, they adored attention. After all, Frey was the fairest of them all, by far, and as such deserved adoration. So it was only right that these mortals worship at the altar of Frey. Occasionally rewarding that behavior would probably serve the god well, not that they really thought in those terms. Of course, they couldn’t afford to be too generous. After all, withholding could be just as powerful a tool as granting a supplicants deepest, darkest desires. However, in this case, they figured there was no harm in showing up to maybe show this sweet child a good time. That would be good for her, since honestly she seemed a bit uptight. A good fuck would fix that problem right quick. Plus, she was an Accepted, so she was infinitely better company than the Ascended and the Abandoned who'd previously called them here. The room would appear to waver for a moment, before it shifted. Cushions and candles would appear, along with draping and diaphanous fabrics hanging from the ceiling. At the center of it was Frey, splayed out on a luxurious looking chaise. As always, they were beauty incarnate. This time, instead of being nude (because doing the same thing every time was boringggg) they were draped in a sheet of silk. However, instead of hiding them, it seemed to just highlight and accentuate every asset they had, which were numerous. Phoebe would again see Frey as the most pleasing form she could imagine, even if the details were a bit fuzzy. Indeed, the attraction would once again start to grow within the woman, although the being wasn’t making any particular effort this time around. It just literally was who they were, an aura they exuded. They could amplify it when they chose, but right now they were in a lazy mood. Frey’s arms were behind their head, and a bunch of grapes were hovering in the air above them. One grape broke off from the bunch and floated towards the deity’s mouth, and they ate it delicately, a moan of pleasure escaping from their lips at the delicacy. That done, they turned their head slightly to wink at Phoebe. ”Hey sweetheart. Thanks for thinking of me, but I didn’t really do it for you.” Frey’s voice came out in a wickedly sensual whisper that appeared to sound directly in the blonde’s ear, even though they weren’t close. Indeed, she'd also feel the sensation of hot breath on her neck. However, it was true they hadn’t done what they did to protect Phoebe so much as to teach that redheaded chick a lesson. Still, apparently they’d had quite the effect on the mortal. ”Grape?” They waved a languid hand and one of the grapes split off to hover before Phoebe. Adjusting the sheet on top of them, Frey considered the blonde, hungry eyes taking in every ample inch of the girl. She was pretty enough, and it was cute that she was trying to make an effort to understand them. She’d fail, obviously, and effort only counted for so much, but still. Again winking lazily at her, Frey grinned. ”Why don’t you partake in some of your offering and come over to show me exactly how grateful you are.” Phoebe would find a cup of tea in her hand, at just the right temperature. It contained one of the satchels she’d brought, but Frey had added just a little bit of their power to it. If she drank, she’d find it contained a much stronger kick than her lame aphrodisiacs did. However, Frey felt they’d already been more than generous by not smiting her somehow just for using their name (which they hadn’t given to her, so someone must have told her, which meant there were still believers out there, excellent) and for presumptuously calling upon them and making assumptions about them.