frey
"Well, here I am."
And indeed, there they were. Nude as always, Joshua would find the god sat upon the shrine with one leg casually crossed over the other, looking utterly relaxed. Leaning forward, head tilted suggestively to the side, a peach appeared in one of their hands. Raising it to their lips—the juice dripping freely down their wrist and chest—they grinned while devouring the pale yellow flesh. Running their tongue across perfectly plump lips, Joshua would feel the sensation across his own lips as well.
Meanwhile, the air had grown warm and sweet smelling and the abandoned would find his muscles entirely relaxed save for one, which was becoming more and more aroused the longer he gazed at Frey.
And indeed, there they were. Nude as always, Joshua would find the god sat upon the shrine with one leg casually crossed over the other, looking utterly relaxed. Leaning forward, head tilted suggestively to the side, a peach appeared in one of their hands. Raising it to their lips—the juice dripping freely down their wrist and chest—they grinned while devouring the pale yellow flesh. Running their tongue across perfectly plump lips, Joshua would feel the sensation across his own lips as well.
Meanwhile, the air had grown warm and sweet smelling and the abandoned would find his muscles entirely relaxed save for one, which was becoming more and more aroused the longer he gazed at Frey.
