The goddess pressed her length against Evan's backside again, so tantalizingly close to entering him, and he swallowed down a moan, tensing with stubbornness. But then her fingers began caressing up and down his spine, and his whole body shuddered, a breathy gasp escaping his lips.
"You'll need to coax and distract," the goddess said, electric pulses beginning to cascade from her fingertips through his skin and muscles, tugging his attention this way and that as his body responded, his stubborn tension giving way to subtle sways and trembles. "Carefully feign and dance..." The goddess herself swayed her hips, and at last the moan in Evan's throat snuck past his resolve as he felt the goddess's length beginning to spread him open. "...and above all else, don't look what you want directly in the eye."
She lingered there a moment, her length pulsing inside of Evan as her fingertips continued to subtly electrify his spine. It gave him only enough of a respite to try to regather some of his attention from the sensations that danced through his body and actually comprehend what she was saying. ...and above all else, don't look what you want directly in the eye. Impulsively, Evan's ass squeezed around the goddess, though he loosened hastily, embarrassed and annoyed at what felt like a slip-up, bringing attention to exactly what he wanted in that moment.
"And when you approach what you fear the most..." the goddess continued speaking, her hands shifting to landing fists on his back, jostling groans from Evan's throat as his attention sank down into the sensations again. "...remember how I approached the demon. Show compassion, see beyond the entanglement, and claim the power you know to be yours."
Emotion caught in Evan's throat before his mind even fully understood her words. A fist landed on his back, and he remembered a painful feeling of rejection, and his own misguided impulses to throw punches in turn. It was abstract, and intermittent, pulsing with the impacts across his back, rhythmic drumbeats of emotion wearing down any semblance of stubborn tension that remained in his body. Then, finally, the goddess' hands grasped his hips, somehow holding what felt like the whole of him in her palms, and he felt himself on the verge of tears as he surrendered to the vulnerability he felt there, trading a risk of rejection for feeling so utterly seen.
He cried out with pleasure and relief and more emotions than he could name when the goddess thrust into him, and he gave himself over entirely to the experience of it, elated beyond words to at last be rejoining her in this way.
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He is mine. The thought reverberated in the goddess' mind the moment she entered him fully, but it did not strike fear in her. He had begged her to trust him more, and she felt his determination, his passion, his conviction, and his vulnerability twining like bands of muscle around her, squeezing her, pulling her closer. The goddess' entire body glowed with light, and more of it poured out into Evan, coating his nerves and activating them--the heat and the pressure, the friction and the ache. Thrust as far as she could within him, she lay her head on his back for a moment, relishing in the beauty of it all as her fingernails gently caressed his skin alongside where she lay atop him. Still, her cock pulsed rhythmically, inviting a mounting pleasure that felt greater than either and both of them, widening out in a small, sweet dome of shimmering light.
It was the column of light, then, that took over, as the goddess did everything in her power to sit back and pull Evan onto her lap without taking her cock out of him, setting him atop her and clutching him as the light moved within her and within him, seeking pleasure far beyond the limits of physical entry points, the light signaling every nerve in his spinal cord and subtly beaming out from the top of his head, only to return to the goddess and start the process again.
She needed to see him. She needed to kiss him, so she urged his legs to reposition so he would be chest to chest with her, clutching her as he moved on her in the water, only enhancing the movements of the light. And soon, both of their vision whitened and became something else entirely, back again for the second time today at the waterfall. But Dehaljadrun did not waste time climbing or swimming or anything else. She simply kissed Evan, her lips and tongue and teeth pulling him closer and allowing that he could be a home for her, at least for now, at least for tonight.
Take me into you, she said in his mind. Please, take me into you. It was not a command--it was a plea.
It was the column of light, then, that took over, as the goddess did everything in her power to sit back and pull Evan onto her lap without taking her cock out of him, setting him atop her and clutching him as the light moved within her and within him, seeking pleasure far beyond the limits of physical entry points, the light signaling every nerve in his spinal cord and subtly beaming out from the top of his head, only to return to the goddess and start the process again.
She needed to see him. She needed to kiss him, so she urged his legs to reposition so he would be chest to chest with her, clutching her as he moved on her in the water, only enhancing the movements of the light. And soon, both of their vision whitened and became something else entirely, back again for the second time today at the waterfall. But Dehaljadrun did not waste time climbing or swimming or anything else. She simply kissed Evan, her lips and tongue and teeth pulling him closer and allowing that he could be a home for her, at least for now, at least for tonight.
Take me into you, she said in his mind. Please, take me into you. It was not a command--it was a plea.
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Evan felt the weight of the bodess' body laying over his back, the warmth of her cock pulsing deep inside of him, the shuddering pleasure of her nails caressing his skin. His own muscles pulsed around her, his tension and shame forgotten remnants of a past he did not need to trap himself inside of, and he groaned softly and rocked his hips and swayed beneath her, seeking pleasure in every minute possible way. Some kind of climax spilled through him, originating perhaps in the neves of his back, or maybe in the warmth of his chest or the shockingly unfamiliar comfort in his stomach, and he could swear he felt it rolling out of him as a splash of light, though he was not altogether sure that he even coud see right now. He was with the goddess in the hot pool, and he was floating in the pool within the tree, and he was flying through clouds and lightning storms, and sight didn't matter near so much as the emotionality of feeling so deeply seen and accepted for exactly what he was.
But then something narrowed--not unpleasantly, just simply in a way that did begin to anchor his attention back in the hot pool. He was exceptionally, ecstatically aware of his spine and the movement and articulation of each precious vertebrae as the goddess guided his body and he moved without complaint, wanting nothing more than to stay near her, to keep pulsing around her, to ride this new wave of light that sent tingles all across his scalp and pulled pleasurable, rolling moans from his throat.
The godess kept moving him, pulling his attention in yet again. She beckoned him to turn around in her lap, and his mind focused in on the movements of his muscles, perhaps vigilant about not allowing the goddess to slip out from inside of him as he repositioned, but in that vigilance genuinely loving every muscle that tensed and shifted, finding pleasure in every tiny movement and a certain sort of pride and gratitude for the grace and control his body allowed him--that he and his body had cultivated together through the course of his life. He found enough focus in his vision to see the goddess here before him, to clock the hunger in her eyes before her lips pressed into his and stole his vision again, his whole body shuddering as he pulsed around her and saw the waterfall, and felt so utterly enrapt by the sensations of her lips and tonue and teeth all pulling him closer, their chests against one another, their hands grasping at each other's skin, the longing to be even closer palpable in every touch.
Take me into you, the goddess beseeched. Please, take me into you.
His whole being radiated with a warm, resounding, Yes, please, yes.
But then something narrowed--not unpleasantly, just simply in a way that did begin to anchor his attention back in the hot pool. He was exceptionally, ecstatically aware of his spine and the movement and articulation of each precious vertebrae as the goddess guided his body and he moved without complaint, wanting nothing more than to stay near her, to keep pulsing around her, to ride this new wave of light that sent tingles all across his scalp and pulled pleasurable, rolling moans from his throat.
The godess kept moving him, pulling his attention in yet again. She beckoned him to turn around in her lap, and his mind focused in on the movements of his muscles, perhaps vigilant about not allowing the goddess to slip out from inside of him as he repositioned, but in that vigilance genuinely loving every muscle that tensed and shifted, finding pleasure in every tiny movement and a certain sort of pride and gratitude for the grace and control his body allowed him--that he and his body had cultivated together through the course of his life. He found enough focus in his vision to see the goddess here before him, to clock the hunger in her eyes before her lips pressed into his and stole his vision again, his whole body shuddering as he pulsed around her and saw the waterfall, and felt so utterly enrapt by the sensations of her lips and tonue and teeth all pulling him closer, their chests against one another, their hands grasping at each other's skin, the longing to be even closer palpable in every touch.
Take me into you, the goddess beseeched. Please, take me into you.
His whole being radiated with a warm, resounding, Yes, please, yes.
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Every corner of Evan's mind responded to her plea with Yes, please, yes.
The goddess' hands, wrapped as they were around Evan's back, came up to pull down on his shoulders, sending a shockwave through them out of sheer delight that Evan had acquiesced. She pulled him down onto her cock harder, thrusting deeper, and then took a deep breath, allowing her human form to dissipate into electricity itself in a slow spiral into the water and from the water, into Evan, his body the better conduit.
Her presence pulsed with tingling electric currents as she began to settle within him, aligning herself with his nerve endings and only widening the column of light that had moved through Evan.
Gently, she urged their eyes open, blinking at the unfamiliar branch wall at the edge of the hot pool. Their hand found its way to their chest, and the goddess rubbed over Evan's sternum, emotion welling in their eyes. There might not be anywhere else in all the realms that felt more like home than this.
Evan's body was flooded with pleasure, his offering to her so palpably complete and whole in its expression of desire. He was flung open to her, honest and vulnerable. This was the trust he was offering. This was the trust he had asked for.
A rush of electricity moved from Evan's throat down into his chest and on toward his legs as the goddess sent a slow, certain thought through Evan's mind. I... love... you.
Then, turning their head slightly, the goddess remembered. They weren't alone. A ghost of a smirk appeared on their lips.
The goddess' hands, wrapped as they were around Evan's back, came up to pull down on his shoulders, sending a shockwave through them out of sheer delight that Evan had acquiesced. She pulled him down onto her cock harder, thrusting deeper, and then took a deep breath, allowing her human form to dissipate into electricity itself in a slow spiral into the water and from the water, into Evan, his body the better conduit.
Her presence pulsed with tingling electric currents as she began to settle within him, aligning herself with his nerve endings and only widening the column of light that had moved through Evan.
Gently, she urged their eyes open, blinking at the unfamiliar branch wall at the edge of the hot pool. Their hand found its way to their chest, and the goddess rubbed over Evan's sternum, emotion welling in their eyes. There might not be anywhere else in all the realms that felt more like home than this.
Evan's body was flooded with pleasure, his offering to her so palpably complete and whole in its expression of desire. He was flung open to her, honest and vulnerable. This was the trust he was offering. This was the trust he had asked for.
A rush of electricity moved from Evan's throat down into his chest and on toward his legs as the goddess sent a slow, certain thought through Evan's mind. I... love... you.
Then, turning their head slightly, the goddess remembered. They weren't alone. A ghost of a smirk appeared on their lips.
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The rhythms that thrummed through the water were glorious as Lance stroked himself in time with the goddess' thrusts and Evan's rolling groans. Lance was often a rather visual person, but he hardly needed to open his eyes to follow the passionate beats of the moment; perhaps leaning on his own recent sensorial experiences with the goddess and enjoying swimming in the soundscape of Evan's surrender to pleasure. Besides, with his eyes closed, Lance found interesting visuals of sparks and muscle fibers and flashes of light, not quite making sense but not at all needing to, forming an abstract dance with the soundscape and the rythms in the water and Lance's own hands and breath all picking up speed.
Something tugged at Lance's attention unexpectedly, though, brought his motions to a slow, distracted languor as his eyes did open to assess the scene beside him. The rhythms in the water had changed, Evan now settled on the goddess' lap. Somehow this new position looked even more intimate than the last--perhaps some pretense of struggle abandoned in favor of a purer desire. Lance almost blushed to behold it--but, well, he was already quite flush from the heat of the water, from the caresses of the loin cloth and his own hands, from the still-lingering bliss of the goddess' ravishment in the meadow. Wasn't there something quite fair, actually, about witnessing Evan here after Evan had witnessed Lance's rather thorough dressing-down after their arrival?
The rhythms between Evan and the goddess only mounted in intensity, and Lance was about to sink back into it and his own pleasure, when something shifted unexpectedly again--the goddess disappeared. No, not entirely... Lance felt a tingle prick all across his skin, distant images of that place with the river that he had visited with the goddess in their shared pleasure dancing behind his eyes even as he blinked dumbfounded at Evan beside him. The man groaned and shook and cried before composing himself, rubbing at his sternum as he blinked at the edge of the pool, desire still heavy on his breath and emotion welling deep within his eyes. Lance was so in awe his own motions had ceased, his attention wholly focused on this singular image of his friend in this nigh indescribable state. Was Evan also visiting the river, he wondered? But, what of the goddess? Had she altogether gone to that place, whatever it was?
All at once, Evan turned his head toward Lance, a ghost of a smirk cracking on his lips and a deep reddish-purple suffusing Evan's eyes where Lance was accustomed to a sharp, silvery blue. Lance's eyebrows shot up and his own lips cracked a smirk in kind, his body stiffening with the surge of anxiety that danced through him and absolutely no idea how else to express it.
Something tugged at Lance's attention unexpectedly, though, brought his motions to a slow, distracted languor as his eyes did open to assess the scene beside him. The rhythms in the water had changed, Evan now settled on the goddess' lap. Somehow this new position looked even more intimate than the last--perhaps some pretense of struggle abandoned in favor of a purer desire. Lance almost blushed to behold it--but, well, he was already quite flush from the heat of the water, from the caresses of the loin cloth and his own hands, from the still-lingering bliss of the goddess' ravishment in the meadow. Wasn't there something quite fair, actually, about witnessing Evan here after Evan had witnessed Lance's rather thorough dressing-down after their arrival?
The rhythms between Evan and the goddess only mounted in intensity, and Lance was about to sink back into it and his own pleasure, when something shifted unexpectedly again--the goddess disappeared. No, not entirely... Lance felt a tingle prick all across his skin, distant images of that place with the river that he had visited with the goddess in their shared pleasure dancing behind his eyes even as he blinked dumbfounded at Evan beside him. The man groaned and shook and cried before composing himself, rubbing at his sternum as he blinked at the edge of the pool, desire still heavy on his breath and emotion welling deep within his eyes. Lance was so in awe his own motions had ceased, his attention wholly focused on this singular image of his friend in this nigh indescribable state. Was Evan also visiting the river, he wondered? But, what of the goddess? Had she altogether gone to that place, whatever it was?
All at once, Evan turned his head toward Lance, a ghost of a smirk cracking on his lips and a deep reddish-purple suffusing Evan's eyes where Lance was accustomed to a sharp, silvery blue. Lance's eyebrows shot up and his own lips cracked a smirk in kind, his body stiffening with the surge of anxiety that danced through him and absolutely no idea how else to express it.
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Delight struck through Evan like a shockwave, pushing down from the goddess' hands through his shoulders and meeting a quaking thrum of pleasure from one last deep thrust of her cock deep within him. Evan relished the groaning cry that scraped through his throat as he held fast to her, up until she dissipated from his grasp.
There was a split second of agony as Evan's arms held fast to nothing but air and water, except that both crackled with the electric pulse of the goddess' presence, which eagerly spiraled across and into Evan's skin, his muscles, his nerves, utterly overtaking his awareness with the pleasure of feeling her within him. As he came back into himself, he felt the goddess alongside him, a thrill swirling through him as he felt his arm begin to move before he thought to move it. His hand touched his chest in a familiar gesture, rubbing over a familiar ache, his eyes welling with familiar emotion. Perhaps this was all him, but he was palpably certain that the goddess saw and felt every inch of it, maybe so much so that it might as well have been hers, too.
There was something unfamiliar layered over it all, also, though. Suffused in the goddess' presence, her witnessing, her understanding, her acceptance, Evan felt held, more completely than his dream of many hands could have possibly captured. He was almost breathless with awe, delight, pleasure, gratitude, affection, caught in a blissful flow of feeling and not even needing to express. He felt the tears welling in his eyes, the soft moans and cries spilling from his lips, but the goddess was closer to him than even that, and he had never felt so at home.
I... love... you.
The words spilled through his being in a rush of ecstatic electricity, and he gave himself over to the pleasure of it, accepting the words for exactly what they were, refusing to snag on old patterns of disbelief.
He was still reeling when movement pulled his attention back into his body's sight--the goddess had turned their head, Evan riding out the vertigo of being a passenger. Hot embarrassment flashed through him as he clocked Lance in frame, his lips quirked in a smirk that Evan realized belatedly matched the smirk the goddess had turned up on Evan's own lips. The heat of the body's arousal swelled in Evan's attention, pulsing as memories flooded back from the meadow--Lance moaning beneath the goddess, Evan's thrusting within Nathan feeling incomplete; a previous commitment to worship now twirling toward envy, with a blooming desire toward something like revenge. The sentiment was warm and honeyed, if with a kick of spice--fondness for the cries that had led Lance to declare himself Delight, curiosity what else the braggart might be made to declare before the night was through. Slowly, Evan felt himself joining the goddess in that smirk on his lips, freeing himself from the initial embarrassment as he shifted into excitement, playfully relishing the twinge of anxiety he clocked in Lance's eyes.
((OOC: I could probably come up with an action or specific intention Evan might have at this point, but I figured the goddess would gather these feelings and sentiments before they would coalesce into Evan forming a specific intention, if that makes sense? He's still probably lagging behind in control of the body anyway, I would imagine, so I suppose we're yielding acting with the body to you for the time being lol))
There was a split second of agony as Evan's arms held fast to nothing but air and water, except that both crackled with the electric pulse of the goddess' presence, which eagerly spiraled across and into Evan's skin, his muscles, his nerves, utterly overtaking his awareness with the pleasure of feeling her within him. As he came back into himself, he felt the goddess alongside him, a thrill swirling through him as he felt his arm begin to move before he thought to move it. His hand touched his chest in a familiar gesture, rubbing over a familiar ache, his eyes welling with familiar emotion. Perhaps this was all him, but he was palpably certain that the goddess saw and felt every inch of it, maybe so much so that it might as well have been hers, too.
There was something unfamiliar layered over it all, also, though. Suffused in the goddess' presence, her witnessing, her understanding, her acceptance, Evan felt held, more completely than his dream of many hands could have possibly captured. He was almost breathless with awe, delight, pleasure, gratitude, affection, caught in a blissful flow of feeling and not even needing to express. He felt the tears welling in his eyes, the soft moans and cries spilling from his lips, but the goddess was closer to him than even that, and he had never felt so at home.
I... love... you.
The words spilled through his being in a rush of ecstatic electricity, and he gave himself over to the pleasure of it, accepting the words for exactly what they were, refusing to snag on old patterns of disbelief.
He was still reeling when movement pulled his attention back into his body's sight--the goddess had turned their head, Evan riding out the vertigo of being a passenger. Hot embarrassment flashed through him as he clocked Lance in frame, his lips quirked in a smirk that Evan realized belatedly matched the smirk the goddess had turned up on Evan's own lips. The heat of the body's arousal swelled in Evan's attention, pulsing as memories flooded back from the meadow--Lance moaning beneath the goddess, Evan's thrusting within Nathan feeling incomplete; a previous commitment to worship now twirling toward envy, with a blooming desire toward something like revenge. The sentiment was warm and honeyed, if with a kick of spice--fondness for the cries that had led Lance to declare himself Delight, curiosity what else the braggart might be made to declare before the night was through. Slowly, Evan felt himself joining the goddess in that smirk on his lips, freeing himself from the initial embarrassment as he shifted into excitement, playfully relishing the twinge of anxiety he clocked in Lance's eyes.
((OOC: I could probably come up with an action or specific intention Evan might have at this point, but I figured the goddess would gather these feelings and sentiments before they would coalesce into Evan forming a specific intention, if that makes sense? He's still probably lagging behind in control of the body anyway, I would imagine, so I suppose we're yielding acting with the body to you for the time being lol))
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In one, slow blink, the goddess widened her awareness as it spilled against Evan's--holding nothing back from him. She was bare to him--all doors open--he need but have the curiosity to search. And yet, they were aligned in this more present purpose, this man before them who had declared himself Delight and followed them into their retreat.
Yet another offering, the goddess thought, deepening the smirk on Evan's face.
The goddess blinked again, taking in the swirl of colors between the three of them. The rushing red of envy with a black glitter of temptation toward revenge--Evan. The tentative gold sandstorm of awe, of anxiety, of uncertainty, of arousal and intrigue--Lance. And where was she? Flooding Evan with the violet of desire, the ebb and flow of blood and heat and caress and the sensation of everything finally, finally falling exactly into place.
Flashes of the goddess in the meadow with Lance underneath her flickered between them in silvery strands of fresh memory--Lance's full of flush, Evan's plump with envy. Lance had interrupted what Dehaljadrun would have done to Evan, after all. Lance had pulled her hair and inclined her toward making a show of force rather than make Evan the center of her attention the way he had become the center of her world.
She closed their eyes briefly, letting that thought settle within both of them. The center of my world. It felt true, and yet, it had only been a few days. Still, the goddess knew the dense potency of this sort of time, merged and longing for one another.
And, truly, it hadn't been only days. For centuries now, she had been looking for someone to hold her entire essence this way. For years, Evan had been fantasizing about someone with exactly her shape, her presence, her name.
They were here, together, now, stepping into the full image of their parallel fantasies.
This was right.
Opening their eyes again, smirk still firmly in place, the goddess urged Evan to step forward, his stance self-assured with confidence, his arm following suit. There was only a mild pause as the goddess considered Lance's reaction. Would he run from them? Did he think Evan possessed? How deeply was Lance prepared to surrender to her, to both of them?
She felt the urge to speak, to make her presence known and confirm that Evan resided in parallel, to explain. And yet, there was so much more she wanted to say with touch, with contact, with care, without care.
Evan took another step forward, quickly closing the distance. Beneath the water, the goddess clocked Lance's hand on his own length, stilled in the moment of transition. Gently at first, prepared to stop if Evan objected, the goddess leaned into Evan's envy, calling to mind the moment when she stroked Evan's pride at being witnessed in the armor she had made for him, clawing at him as her tendrils clutched at his neck, pulling him into another kiss that promised to be at once devastating and everything he needed. And then, with ruthlessness, she pulled the memory away from him, urging his hands forward to clasp on either side of Lance's where it rested, waiting, on his own cock.
With a gentle roll of Evan's neck and shoulders, Evan's lids heavy with the goddess' own interest, she leaned her presence on Evan's vocal cords, allowing whatever words were on the tip of his tongue to slip like spiced honey from his mouth.
Yet another offering, the goddess thought, deepening the smirk on Evan's face.
The goddess blinked again, taking in the swirl of colors between the three of them. The rushing red of envy with a black glitter of temptation toward revenge--Evan. The tentative gold sandstorm of awe, of anxiety, of uncertainty, of arousal and intrigue--Lance. And where was she? Flooding Evan with the violet of desire, the ebb and flow of blood and heat and caress and the sensation of everything finally, finally falling exactly into place.
Flashes of the goddess in the meadow with Lance underneath her flickered between them in silvery strands of fresh memory--Lance's full of flush, Evan's plump with envy. Lance had interrupted what Dehaljadrun would have done to Evan, after all. Lance had pulled her hair and inclined her toward making a show of force rather than make Evan the center of her attention the way he had become the center of her world.
She closed their eyes briefly, letting that thought settle within both of them. The center of my world. It felt true, and yet, it had only been a few days. Still, the goddess knew the dense potency of this sort of time, merged and longing for one another.
And, truly, it hadn't been only days. For centuries now, she had been looking for someone to hold her entire essence this way. For years, Evan had been fantasizing about someone with exactly her shape, her presence, her name.
They were here, together, now, stepping into the full image of their parallel fantasies.
This was right.
Opening their eyes again, smirk still firmly in place, the goddess urged Evan to step forward, his stance self-assured with confidence, his arm following suit. There was only a mild pause as the goddess considered Lance's reaction. Would he run from them? Did he think Evan possessed? How deeply was Lance prepared to surrender to her, to both of them?
She felt the urge to speak, to make her presence known and confirm that Evan resided in parallel, to explain. And yet, there was so much more she wanted to say with touch, with contact, with care, without care.
Evan took another step forward, quickly closing the distance. Beneath the water, the goddess clocked Lance's hand on his own length, stilled in the moment of transition. Gently at first, prepared to stop if Evan objected, the goddess leaned into Evan's envy, calling to mind the moment when she stroked Evan's pride at being witnessed in the armor she had made for him, clawing at him as her tendrils clutched at his neck, pulling him into another kiss that promised to be at once devastating and everything he needed. And then, with ruthlessness, she pulled the memory away from him, urging his hands forward to clasp on either side of Lance's where it rested, waiting, on his own cock.
With a gentle roll of Evan's neck and shoulders, Evan's lids heavy with the goddess' own interest, she leaned her presence on Evan's vocal cords, allowing whatever words were on the tip of his tongue to slip like spiced honey from his mouth.
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If Evan wasn't mistaken, the goddess was happy to join him in a playfully sinister posture toward Lance. He had pulled her attention away from Evan in the meadow, and Evan wasn't the only one with some amount of chagrin about it. In fact, the goddess closed their eyes, as if to encourage her thoughts to echo.
The center of my world.
The sentiment danced and caressed the place in Evan's chest that held the goddess' love, full of warmth and elation and awe. It touched something raw and seething, though - perhaps drawn taut now that they had an audience - and briefly, the impulse twitched through him to protect that place from her touch. Surely he didn't deserve to be the center of anyone's world -- let alone the goddess of his dreams.
She was so certain, though. The texture of her devotion was not the frantic, narrow-sighted passion that he was accustomed to losing himself within in fits and starts. It was expansive, a culmination of longing beyond Evan's comprehension. It was humbling, in a way, and his pride loosened its grip, allowing a fresh wave of euphoria and unspeakable relief to spill through him.
The goddess opened their eyes again, and offered Evan the impulse to step forward, coaxing him back into the confidence that resided in his body alongside the simmering arousal of the goddess' presence. He took in the sight of Lance again, studying the nuances of the bravado his friend wore over an anxiety that, Evan realized, might very well parallel his own, or at least share some flickers of reflection. Compassion swelled within Evan even as he relished the buzzing tension around Lance's edges, the way he clung to an aloof and carefree demeanor even as the goddess of desire approached him within the body of a rough-and-tumble friend.
Evan and the goddess' shared attention clocked Lance's hand beneath the water stilled on his own length, perhaps uncertain what to do having been caught in the act. Glee surged through Evan, though it was made sharp by memories of other times Lance had witnessed Evan in recent memory - in the goddess' armor, proud and self-conscious in pulsing oscillations; and in the meadow, neck clutched by her tendrils and pulling him to her, helpless in her grip and desperate for her kiss. Evan's awareness tumbled haphazardly forward as his hands reached to clutch at Lance's wrist, eyelids heavy with a desire that was at once his own but also the goddess', in a way that drew an ache through that raw place inside of him. It was not exactly an unpleasant sensation, but it pulled his attention back into the smirk on his lips, and the way the goddess had rolled his neck and shoulders as they'd leaned forward. He felt an invitation--another coaxing, delicious and gratifying--as the urge to speak pulled words from his lips.
"You don't really think you've earned your place here yet, do you?"
Evan relished the fear and uncertainty that flashed behind Lance's eyes, even as he managed to keep up his smirk. Oh, it certainly stoked a melancholy ache in Evan's chest--the familiarity of it, the shuddering heartbreak it assuredly came from--but the taste of the sensation was sweet in this moment, and Evan savored it. He could feel the strong-willed looseness in Lance's arm, the practiced relocation of tension to somewhere just out of sight. A hunger stirred in him to find the places where Lance tucked his tension away, excitement brimming for the fight it would take to get there.
The center of my world.
The sentiment danced and caressed the place in Evan's chest that held the goddess' love, full of warmth and elation and awe. It touched something raw and seething, though - perhaps drawn taut now that they had an audience - and briefly, the impulse twitched through him to protect that place from her touch. Surely he didn't deserve to be the center of anyone's world -- let alone the goddess of his dreams.
She was so certain, though. The texture of her devotion was not the frantic, narrow-sighted passion that he was accustomed to losing himself within in fits and starts. It was expansive, a culmination of longing beyond Evan's comprehension. It was humbling, in a way, and his pride loosened its grip, allowing a fresh wave of euphoria and unspeakable relief to spill through him.
The goddess opened their eyes again, and offered Evan the impulse to step forward, coaxing him back into the confidence that resided in his body alongside the simmering arousal of the goddess' presence. He took in the sight of Lance again, studying the nuances of the bravado his friend wore over an anxiety that, Evan realized, might very well parallel his own, or at least share some flickers of reflection. Compassion swelled within Evan even as he relished the buzzing tension around Lance's edges, the way he clung to an aloof and carefree demeanor even as the goddess of desire approached him within the body of a rough-and-tumble friend.
Evan and the goddess' shared attention clocked Lance's hand beneath the water stilled on his own length, perhaps uncertain what to do having been caught in the act. Glee surged through Evan, though it was made sharp by memories of other times Lance had witnessed Evan in recent memory - in the goddess' armor, proud and self-conscious in pulsing oscillations; and in the meadow, neck clutched by her tendrils and pulling him to her, helpless in her grip and desperate for her kiss. Evan's awareness tumbled haphazardly forward as his hands reached to clutch at Lance's wrist, eyelids heavy with a desire that was at once his own but also the goddess', in a way that drew an ache through that raw place inside of him. It was not exactly an unpleasant sensation, but it pulled his attention back into the smirk on his lips, and the way the goddess had rolled his neck and shoulders as they'd leaned forward. He felt an invitation--another coaxing, delicious and gratifying--as the urge to speak pulled words from his lips.
"You don't really think you've earned your place here yet, do you?"
Evan relished the fear and uncertainty that flashed behind Lance's eyes, even as he managed to keep up his smirk. Oh, it certainly stoked a melancholy ache in Evan's chest--the familiarity of it, the shuddering heartbreak it assuredly came from--but the taste of the sensation was sweet in this moment, and Evan savored it. He could feel the strong-willed looseness in Lance's arm, the practiced relocation of tension to somewhere just out of sight. A hunger stirred in him to find the places where Lance tucked his tension away, excitement brimming for the fight it would take to get there.
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Long, slow blinks passed between Lance and Evan--if it even was Evan anymore. Lance had a sense that the goddess was still quite nearby, in the very least, and he wouldn't be surprised if the purple eyes that seemed to be devouring the sight of him were in fact hers. Lance's body buzzed in reflection, wondering what that must be like for Evan with both terror and intrigue. Surely Evan was all right, though, whatever the goddess had done to him. Lance thought again of the way his friend had smirked with the goddess' tendril around his throat, overlaid with the tenderness that Lance was sure he'd caught a glimpse of just moments before. He breathed through the anxiety that shimmered in his gut, trying to ground in some rational confidence that all would be well, even as his body drew subtly taut with a sense of danger.
Evan's eyes closed for a few breaths then, and Lance let out a subtle breath of relief, his smirk wavering in the moment when he felt freed of the audience beholding it. He didn't break his gaze from the man's face, though, studying for any subtle shifts of expression. The smirk held fast, and only deepened when Evan's eyes opened again, and Lance's own expression snapped right back into place to match, his eyebrow lifting in an impulsive dare to cover over any falter Evan--or his possessor--might have caught.
Evan stepped forward, and Lance swallowed, unsure what he wanted to do and trying desperately to gauge what intent his companion's approach might hold. There was something sinister, to be sure, and Lance nervously recalled the goddess' bout of nails and teeth in the meadow, the stings on his skin in the hot water briefly flaring in his attention as he wondered what next ridiculous declaration might be pulled from him in a moment of overwhelm.
Lance was still glued to the spot when Evan closed the distance, though as the man rolled his neck and shoulders menacingly, Lance managed an utterly instinctive cock of his head--a nonverbal come at me his friend would have recognized from sparring. Then, a sensation like he'd just stepped off a cliff tore through the center of him as Evan reached out and grabbed Lance's arm, reminding Lance with a pleasant pulse of sensation that he still had his hand on his cock beneath the water, the goddess’ cloth still suckling at the edges of his grip.
"You don't really think you've earned your place here yet, do you?"
Evan’s words pierced Lance's chest like a thousand brutal darts shot at him all at once, and angry defensiveness reared against the sensation. The goddess had accepted Lance's offering; had welcomed him; he had even helped her in the meadow.... hadn't he? Suddenly the memories were shaky, perhaps overshadowed by the hours upon hours of anxiety that had led up to the ceremony; the utter terror of standing in front of everyone with no absolutely idea what his offering would be; …the warning the priestess had given him, which he certainly hadn’t managed to heed yet, and really had no idea how he was going to.
With practiced calm in his exhale, Lance re-grounded himself with a steadying blink in just who was standing before him, though. Goddess or no, this was Evan talking, surely. Evan who never had sat right with his standing as a captain; who basically expected to let his commander down and never quite fully do justice to his soldiers; who wore a mask of gruffness and vulgarity as much as Lance wore one of jest and bravado. Evan of all people surely couldn’t actually hurt Lance with such words.
“Speaking from experience, city boy?” Lance bravely cooed, even as his chest clenched and subdued a terrified tremble beneath his surface. The thing was, of course, that he was fairly certain that it wasn’t just Evan he was talking to, and he had absolutely no idea how the goddess was going to factor in.
It didn’t help when the smirk on Evan’s face widened in response.
((OOC: Was almost tempted to post again for Evan, but thought I’d leave it open for Dehaljadrun to react first--past the initial change in facial expression that seemed inevitable, I suppose lol. I do think Evan is amused by Lance’s reply, along the lines of like, Lance doesn’t realize just how far Evan’s come on that front, nor just what all Evan’s been through to get there. There is still a vulnerability somewhere in that vicinity, but now is not a moment when anyone but the goddess could actually hit it, I think lol.))
Evan's eyes closed for a few breaths then, and Lance let out a subtle breath of relief, his smirk wavering in the moment when he felt freed of the audience beholding it. He didn't break his gaze from the man's face, though, studying for any subtle shifts of expression. The smirk held fast, and only deepened when Evan's eyes opened again, and Lance's own expression snapped right back into place to match, his eyebrow lifting in an impulsive dare to cover over any falter Evan--or his possessor--might have caught.
Evan stepped forward, and Lance swallowed, unsure what he wanted to do and trying desperately to gauge what intent his companion's approach might hold. There was something sinister, to be sure, and Lance nervously recalled the goddess' bout of nails and teeth in the meadow, the stings on his skin in the hot water briefly flaring in his attention as he wondered what next ridiculous declaration might be pulled from him in a moment of overwhelm.
Lance was still glued to the spot when Evan closed the distance, though as the man rolled his neck and shoulders menacingly, Lance managed an utterly instinctive cock of his head--a nonverbal come at me his friend would have recognized from sparring. Then, a sensation like he'd just stepped off a cliff tore through the center of him as Evan reached out and grabbed Lance's arm, reminding Lance with a pleasant pulse of sensation that he still had his hand on his cock beneath the water, the goddess’ cloth still suckling at the edges of his grip.
"You don't really think you've earned your place here yet, do you?"
Evan’s words pierced Lance's chest like a thousand brutal darts shot at him all at once, and angry defensiveness reared against the sensation. The goddess had accepted Lance's offering; had welcomed him; he had even helped her in the meadow.... hadn't he? Suddenly the memories were shaky, perhaps overshadowed by the hours upon hours of anxiety that had led up to the ceremony; the utter terror of standing in front of everyone with no absolutely idea what his offering would be; …the warning the priestess had given him, which he certainly hadn’t managed to heed yet, and really had no idea how he was going to.
With practiced calm in his exhale, Lance re-grounded himself with a steadying blink in just who was standing before him, though. Goddess or no, this was Evan talking, surely. Evan who never had sat right with his standing as a captain; who basically expected to let his commander down and never quite fully do justice to his soldiers; who wore a mask of gruffness and vulgarity as much as Lance wore one of jest and bravado. Evan of all people surely couldn’t actually hurt Lance with such words.
“Speaking from experience, city boy?” Lance bravely cooed, even as his chest clenched and subdued a terrified tremble beneath his surface. The thing was, of course, that he was fairly certain that it wasn’t just Evan he was talking to, and he had absolutely no idea how the goddess was going to factor in.
It didn’t help when the smirk on Evan’s face widened in response.
((OOC: Was almost tempted to post again for Evan, but thought I’d leave it open for Dehaljadrun to react first--past the initial change in facial expression that seemed inevitable, I suppose lol. I do think Evan is amused by Lance’s reply, along the lines of like, Lance doesn’t realize just how far Evan’s come on that front, nor just what all Evan’s been through to get there. There is still a vulnerability somewhere in that vicinity, but now is not a moment when anyone but the goddess could actually hit it, I think lol.))
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The goddess did everything but hold their shared breath as she waited, eager for how the words would feel spilling from Evan's mouth.
He spoke them just as soon as they had emerged from the depths of his tangled emotions, before she could even see the texture of them.
"You don't really think you've earned your place here yet, do you?"
Somehow, They weren't at all what she had expected. As something of a shield, the goddess called to mind the dream she had shared with Evan, one of many hands reaching and tending to him in the warmth and tucked herself behind it to give herself the space to think before she did something rash. She rolled Evan's words in her mind.
They were full of power, of establishing rank, of goading and pressing in on the tenderest of places. The goddess felt Lance's recoil like a dozen arrows in the chest even through her shield of memory, even though Lance had no visible response in his body.
The excitement in Evan's gut swirled toward something more uncertain of itself, sloshing and abrupt. But, slowly, the goddess relaxed their stomach muscles, sensing there was more to this story.
They will work it out, she assured herself. And as Lance's breath unfurled beneath her, she did not need the shield of the dream memory anymore, relinquishing the thin barrier between herself and Evan lest it pull them out of the merger altogether.
"Speaking from experience, city boy?" Lance said, confirming that this was a game the two of them played--a dangerous game with jagged cliffs on all sides, but a game all the same. Evan's deepened smirk confirmed what the goddess knew to be true, and there was a temptation to see how far the two of them would take this, to let them jibe each other into bed and beyond, but the greater context tugged at her.
One last night.
She did not want to feel like bystander to Evan's play. Not tonight. Tonight, this was about exactly what the two of them wanted together, and if Lance was part of that, then he was welcome. And, if not...
The goddess used Evan's hand to grip Lance's wrist harder, pressing in on the pressure points where blood flowed steadily through tight veins, and summoned the electricity in her own essence to flow through Evan's body and into Lance. The electricity arced through the man, finally returning to Evan's other hand where it rested on the underside of Lance's wrist. The goddess moaned as the electricity returned, letting Evan's body shiver with the voltage of it all as she threw their head back with delight.
Delight.
He spoke them just as soon as they had emerged from the depths of his tangled emotions, before she could even see the texture of them.
"You don't really think you've earned your place here yet, do you?"
Somehow, They weren't at all what she had expected. As something of a shield, the goddess called to mind the dream she had shared with Evan, one of many hands reaching and tending to him in the warmth and tucked herself behind it to give herself the space to think before she did something rash. She rolled Evan's words in her mind.
They were full of power, of establishing rank, of goading and pressing in on the tenderest of places. The goddess felt Lance's recoil like a dozen arrows in the chest even through her shield of memory, even though Lance had no visible response in his body.
The excitement in Evan's gut swirled toward something more uncertain of itself, sloshing and abrupt. But, slowly, the goddess relaxed their stomach muscles, sensing there was more to this story.
They will work it out, she assured herself. And as Lance's breath unfurled beneath her, she did not need the shield of the dream memory anymore, relinquishing the thin barrier between herself and Evan lest it pull them out of the merger altogether.
"Speaking from experience, city boy?" Lance said, confirming that this was a game the two of them played--a dangerous game with jagged cliffs on all sides, but a game all the same. Evan's deepened smirk confirmed what the goddess knew to be true, and there was a temptation to see how far the two of them would take this, to let them jibe each other into bed and beyond, but the greater context tugged at her.
One last night.
She did not want to feel like bystander to Evan's play. Not tonight. Tonight, this was about exactly what the two of them wanted together, and if Lance was part of that, then he was welcome. And, if not...
The goddess used Evan's hand to grip Lance's wrist harder, pressing in on the pressure points where blood flowed steadily through tight veins, and summoned the electricity in her own essence to flow through Evan's body and into Lance. The electricity arced through the man, finally returning to Evan's other hand where it rested on the underside of Lance's wrist. The goddess moaned as the electricity returned, letting Evan's body shiver with the voltage of it all as she threw their head back with delight.
Delight.