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Dehaljadrun smirked. "I highly doubt you're going to give me what I want; I may just have to take it." The flames receded slightly, and the goddess shot another look at Xavier, who was paying attention but was unshaken. Xavier met the goddess' eyes with a naive facial expression, curious and soft. She eyed him up and down, which still did not seem to faze Xavier, before once again turning back to Evan.
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Evan's eyes curiously trailed over to Xavier as well, just briefly. Heh, it was.. a little uncanny, how well put-together Xavier was in the face of this, especially with poor Seth as a counterpoint, but then again, the two men were coming into this with very different experiences under their belts. In any case, Evan returned his attention to the goddess fairly promptly... just in time to catch the fact that her eyes were looking the lieutenant up and down. Ehck, there was that discomfort again, but Evan pressed on.
"Do you really think we'd be able to stop you?" ughhhh, please let this be the right tactic to take, "Worst-case for you, you carry on as normal, I would think. Best-case, we get you what you need and we're all that much closer to Uranel's demise."
"Do you really think we'd be able to stop you?" ughhhh, please let this be the right tactic to take, "Worst-case for you, you carry on as normal, I would think. Best-case, we get you what you need and we're all that much closer to Uranel's demise."
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Taken aback by the sudden change of tact, Dehaljadrun stood up, unfolding her long legs neatly underneath her. Her pride soon got the better of her, though.
"No, you're right. You wouldn't be able to stop me," she said, raising her index finger and biting it briefly, throwing a look Evan's way that seemed to say "I dare you to come try." Instead, however, she tossed the poor dog a bone. After all, if she didn't say what she was after, this wasn't going to go anywhere.
"I need a body fit enough to travel to the underworld," Dehaljadrun finally said after she was finished toying with Evan, at least for now. "The king had one of his sorcerers place binding stones there that make it... difficult for me to..." Damn. This was frustrating to have to admit. But, she needed to say it or they weren't going to get anywhere. "Between the destruction of the temples and being locked out of the underworld, I can't go much of anywhere. You find me that, and I'll stop attacking your men." She crossed her arms under her naked breasts and stared at Evan.
From the corner of her eye, she saw that Seth had come up off his cushion and was now kneeling, blood dripping from his clenched fist.
"No, you're right. You wouldn't be able to stop me," she said, raising her index finger and biting it briefly, throwing a look Evan's way that seemed to say "I dare you to come try." Instead, however, she tossed the poor dog a bone. After all, if she didn't say what she was after, this wasn't going to go anywhere.
"I need a body fit enough to travel to the underworld," Dehaljadrun finally said after she was finished toying with Evan, at least for now. "The king had one of his sorcerers place binding stones there that make it... difficult for me to..." Damn. This was frustrating to have to admit. But, she needed to say it or they weren't going to get anywhere. "Between the destruction of the temples and being locked out of the underworld, I can't go much of anywhere. You find me that, and I'll stop attacking your men." She crossed her arms under her naked breasts and stared at Evan.
From the corner of her eye, she saw that Seth had come up off his cushion and was now kneeling, blood dripping from his clenched fist.
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Ugh. A part of Evan's brain was disappointed when the goddess stopped biting her finger to actually answer the question. The look in her eye had been... well, something Evan didn't mind looking at, that was for sure. The rest of his brain of course fucking hated that he felt that sentiment right now, but at least he hadn't felt in danger of actually physically responding. So far so good on the rope decision...
Although Seth was really starting to make him nervous.
The captain grit his teeth for a moment, evaluating whether he felt action needed to be taken there. The soldier was clearly in some form of duress if he was gripping the thing in his palm that hard, but Evan wasn't entirely sure what there was to even be done about it. Ask the crone to tie Seth while Evan continued his conversation with the goddess? Fuck, that felt... clunky. ... Ask the goddess to back off of the soldier? Whew, risky, in a negotiation like this. Besides, Seth was still controlling himself... perhaps he would continue appreciating trust that he wouldn't need to be tied. They couldn't really speak frankly about it with the goddess there in front of them.
The goddess who, by the way, Evan probably shouldn't keep waiting.
For now he'd continue trusting Seth, as that was really the choice he'd made at the start of this, and backing out part-way through was probably the worst of both options.
"How would we know if a body's capable of that?" the captain replied, once again exerting some effort to keep anger out of his voice. "More roulette doesn't help us."
Although Seth was really starting to make him nervous.
The captain grit his teeth for a moment, evaluating whether he felt action needed to be taken there. The soldier was clearly in some form of duress if he was gripping the thing in his palm that hard, but Evan wasn't entirely sure what there was to even be done about it. Ask the crone to tie Seth while Evan continued his conversation with the goddess? Fuck, that felt... clunky. ... Ask the goddess to back off of the soldier? Whew, risky, in a negotiation like this. Besides, Seth was still controlling himself... perhaps he would continue appreciating trust that he wouldn't need to be tied. They couldn't really speak frankly about it with the goddess there in front of them.
The goddess who, by the way, Evan probably shouldn't keep waiting.
For now he'd continue trusting Seth, as that was really the choice he'd made at the start of this, and backing out part-way through was probably the worst of both options.
"How would we know if a body's capable of that?" the captain replied, once again exerting some effort to keep anger out of his voice. "More roulette doesn't help us."
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Xavier raised an eyebrow at Seth, who was clearly not okay. It was everything Xavier could do not to shout, "You're being a baby! Knock it off!" but he didn't. There was some part of him that knew whatever was happening probably looked a lot worse from the inside of Seth's head. I mean, they were dealing with a body-snatching, crazy-making deity here.
Xavier looked at his captain with admiration, appreciating that at least Evan was maintaining control, even if Evan did look a bit stiff.
Dehaljadrun saw the expression on Xavier's face and read all the desire there. How could she not? This would be useful later--if not now; she was certain.
The goddess looked smug that Evan appeared to be at least considering her deal, and she couldn't help but smile at the "roulette" comment. A rush of desire welled up in her at the thought, sending a wave through her own body and outward toward the men. As the pleasure built, she did not waste it. She sent images to Seth of the recent dreams he had had of his female lieutenant--which immediately made Seth growl, of all things--and images to Xavier of Evan, taking the liberty to reuse Evan's dream because, why not? It wasn't going to hurt that his men were struggling to maintain composure during this negotiation. In fact, she might even get want she wanted faster with fewer conditions. There was a dream Dehaljadrun could feel Evan hiding in his mind, but she couldn't quite reach it.
Xavier audibly gasped and promptly covered his mouth. He had a notion that the images had come from the goddess as he had never thought them himself, at least not that specifically, but he was definitely surprised at how spot on they were. A blush rose fast up his cheeks and ran all the way down his body. He couldn't help but glance at Evan again, which made the red of his face deepen. At least it was dark now, in the middle of the day. Suddenly, he didn't feel so much disgust at Seth. If these were the kinds of things she was throwing at him, had thrown at him all night, maybe he could have some sympathy now?
Once the goddess had recovered herself, she said, "I need a body that has seen death before but is still alive. Preferably male." At this, her smile widened viciously. "That one might have worked," Dehaljadrun said, nodding to Seth again, "If you hadn't intercepted me. But now, I doubt he's worth much to either of us." Seth grew angry at this, his face scrunched up, but he remained silent. This appeared to please the goddess even further. Oh, she loved this game.
Xavier looked at his captain with admiration, appreciating that at least Evan was maintaining control, even if Evan did look a bit stiff.
Dehaljadrun saw the expression on Xavier's face and read all the desire there. How could she not? This would be useful later--if not now; she was certain.
The goddess looked smug that Evan appeared to be at least considering her deal, and she couldn't help but smile at the "roulette" comment. A rush of desire welled up in her at the thought, sending a wave through her own body and outward toward the men. As the pleasure built, she did not waste it. She sent images to Seth of the recent dreams he had had of his female lieutenant--which immediately made Seth growl, of all things--and images to Xavier of Evan, taking the liberty to reuse Evan's dream because, why not? It wasn't going to hurt that his men were struggling to maintain composure during this negotiation. In fact, she might even get want she wanted faster with fewer conditions. There was a dream Dehaljadrun could feel Evan hiding in his mind, but she couldn't quite reach it.
Xavier audibly gasped and promptly covered his mouth. He had a notion that the images had come from the goddess as he had never thought them himself, at least not that specifically, but he was definitely surprised at how spot on they were. A blush rose fast up his cheeks and ran all the way down his body. He couldn't help but glance at Evan again, which made the red of his face deepen. At least it was dark now, in the middle of the day. Suddenly, he didn't feel so much disgust at Seth. If these were the kinds of things she was throwing at him, had thrown at him all night, maybe he could have some sympathy now?
Once the goddess had recovered herself, she said, "I need a body that has seen death before but is still alive. Preferably male." At this, her smile widened viciously. "That one might have worked," Dehaljadrun said, nodding to Seth again, "If you hadn't intercepted me. But now, I doubt he's worth much to either of us." Seth grew angry at this, his face scrunched up, but he remained silent. This appeared to please the goddess even further. Oh, she loved this game.
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Between Seth's growl, Xavier's gasp, and the goddess' own body language, Evan's breath nearly escaped him. A part of him had rather hoped that Xavier would manage to keep being a curious happy-go-lucky unphased observer here, and wasn't sure if it was alarming that it seemed the goddess managed to get to him as well. He was... surprised, though, that nothing particularly hit him in that moment, other than the responses of his men to whatever the goddess was sending them. Some absolute asshole part of his brain started meandering towards thinking about the things he might've expected to be hit with, but he managed to cut it off before actually pulling anything up.
It also helped when the goddess brought them back to the thought of death, and Evan did pull up the memory of Seth describing the shadow on the battlefield, and the cold of decay. That was again rather refreshingly sobering in the current context, as of all things that was not something that Evan's body relished the thought of feeling again.
Yeah... he had his own memory of the cold of decay. But he wasn't particularly keen on pulling it up right then, for a couple different reasons. He narrowed his eyes angrily as the goddess regarded Seth again, but he continued pushing through, refusing to let her get them stuck.
"And what happens to the person whose body you use?"
It also helped when the goddess brought them back to the thought of death, and Evan did pull up the memory of Seth describing the shadow on the battlefield, and the cold of decay. That was again rather refreshingly sobering in the current context, as of all things that was not something that Evan's body relished the thought of feeling again.
Yeah... he had his own memory of the cold of decay. But he wasn't particularly keen on pulling it up right then, for a couple different reasons. He narrowed his eyes angrily as the goddess regarded Seth again, but he continued pushing through, refusing to let her get them stuck.
"And what happens to the person whose body you use?"
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Dehaljadrun let a smirk come across her lips again as she allowed her arms to unfold themselves and travel down the length of her body. Though she was frustrated that she could not quite reach the dream Evan wanted kept at bay, she was perfectly capable of pulling up any dreams or thoughts he had had of her. She sent the chant of her own name into Evan's mind so it would pull up every moment he had imagined meeting her, had imagined being taken to the realm where she lived, being kidnapped for her pleasure, and she herself experienced each one as they crossed his mind again, gratified that Evan seemed to have more than most men she came into contact with, whereas Seth had had, pitifully, none.
"Depends. If the man is cooperative, he will make it through the trip there and back. If he fights too hard, he might end up like Seth or the other men. Lost, longing souls trapped in my realm with me, waiting for the moment I might deign to notice them." Having reached the edge of where she could touch the lower part of her own body, she moved her hands back up the center of herself, cupping her breasts briefly as she did so.
"Do me a favor," she said to Evan in a whisper, "chant my name like the priestess did before I came through. Just once. For me."
"Depends. If the man is cooperative, he will make it through the trip there and back. If he fights too hard, he might end up like Seth or the other men. Lost, longing souls trapped in my realm with me, waiting for the moment I might deign to notice them." Having reached the edge of where she could touch the lower part of her own body, she moved her hands back up the center of herself, cupping her breasts briefly as she did so.
"Do me a favor," she said to Evan in a whisper, "chant my name like the priestess did before I came through. Just once. For me."
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Aaaand, there it was. Years' worth of dreams and fantasies poured out that Evan normally kept tucked away for those private moments, when he was able to escape into himself and imagine he was somewhere else. There... had been a lot of those moments, in his life. Even somewhat braced for this - insofar as one could be - it was jarring, to say the least, to have his attention pulled to those thoughts in this context, when he wanted to stay anchored to the situation at hand, and to remember the men beside him and the cause that they fought for. A million emotions spilled down into his body as the memories rushed through him: shame, elation, embarrassment, excitement, fear, jealousy, arousal, loathing-- even serenity, at moments.
He wanted to hide his face, knowing his cheeks were burning with blush and his eyes were even starting to gloss over and redden, but stubbornness won out. The goddess would likely gain satisfaction regardless of whether Evan hid or granted her a full view, and hiding hardly seemed like the better impression here, in spite of everything that was being pulled to the surface with these thoughts of her. There was also his men to consider, but Evan consoled himself that they were likely busy enough with their own thoughts, and in any case, they'd all had a taste now, of what the goddess could do; they should be able to handle the sight of him experiencing it as well.
Hell... a part of him wanted Xavier to see, and that part was rather closer to the surface right now than it usually dwelled.
The captain leaned back slightly, his hands moving from his thighs to the grass on either side of him and digging in to the dirt below, as he forced his eyes to open again and regard the goddess, determination radiating through from underneath the rolling boil of everything else. His gaze couldn't help but follow the goddess' hands over her body, a heat decidedly building in his pants. His legs uncurled themselves from their crossed position; one leg stretched out in front of him, and the other settled its foot on the ground with its knee bent, rocking back and forth slowly as he took in the goddess' words. By some miracle, he managed to filter them through all the memories swimming through his head, and get them to the places in his brain that they needed to go. The information that being cooperative would see the vessel safely out the other side of the goddess' quest was benign enough, but then came her request.
Evan thought of a time a decade ago when he would have granted that request readily, eager at the thought of appeasing this goddess and earning even just a tiny sliver of her affection. That was back when he still thought that escaping his parents was all he would need to feel free, when he imagined that just a mere moment of the goddess' affection would be enough to make up for everything that he had up til then lacked. There was also a time, after he did escape his parents, when he thought Mizu could fill that instead, and gods, was that ever not the case. Not with regards to Mizu, and not with regards to the goddess in front of him now. He had to earn more than just a moment of affection, here. For the sake of their entire cause, he had to earn so much more, and he couldn't imagine that simple obedience would fit the bill.
The captain willed his fingers to relax and disentangle from the grass, and he slowly sat up, re-gathering his legs into a cross-legged pose as he summoned more composure back into his gaze, along with a smirk that didn't seem to care that his eyes were still glossy and his skin still red and unbearably hot.
"Once we reach an agreement, I'll say your name however you like," he said, his own voice rather dark and velvety in spite of the state of the rest of him. "Before that, I want to know what happens after you get what you want. Uranel's death may be a common goal, but what's the process from the underworld to that end, and what's your vision of the aftermath?"
He wanted to hide his face, knowing his cheeks were burning with blush and his eyes were even starting to gloss over and redden, but stubbornness won out. The goddess would likely gain satisfaction regardless of whether Evan hid or granted her a full view, and hiding hardly seemed like the better impression here, in spite of everything that was being pulled to the surface with these thoughts of her. There was also his men to consider, but Evan consoled himself that they were likely busy enough with their own thoughts, and in any case, they'd all had a taste now, of what the goddess could do; they should be able to handle the sight of him experiencing it as well.
Hell... a part of him wanted Xavier to see, and that part was rather closer to the surface right now than it usually dwelled.
The captain leaned back slightly, his hands moving from his thighs to the grass on either side of him and digging in to the dirt below, as he forced his eyes to open again and regard the goddess, determination radiating through from underneath the rolling boil of everything else. His gaze couldn't help but follow the goddess' hands over her body, a heat decidedly building in his pants. His legs uncurled themselves from their crossed position; one leg stretched out in front of him, and the other settled its foot on the ground with its knee bent, rocking back and forth slowly as he took in the goddess' words. By some miracle, he managed to filter them through all the memories swimming through his head, and get them to the places in his brain that they needed to go. The information that being cooperative would see the vessel safely out the other side of the goddess' quest was benign enough, but then came her request.
Evan thought of a time a decade ago when he would have granted that request readily, eager at the thought of appeasing this goddess and earning even just a tiny sliver of her affection. That was back when he still thought that escaping his parents was all he would need to feel free, when he imagined that just a mere moment of the goddess' affection would be enough to make up for everything that he had up til then lacked. There was also a time, after he did escape his parents, when he thought Mizu could fill that instead, and gods, was that ever not the case. Not with regards to Mizu, and not with regards to the goddess in front of him now. He had to earn more than just a moment of affection, here. For the sake of their entire cause, he had to earn so much more, and he couldn't imagine that simple obedience would fit the bill.
The captain willed his fingers to relax and disentangle from the grass, and he slowly sat up, re-gathering his legs into a cross-legged pose as he summoned more composure back into his gaze, along with a smirk that didn't seem to care that his eyes were still glossy and his skin still red and unbearably hot.
"Once we reach an agreement, I'll say your name however you like," he said, his own voice rather dark and velvety in spite of the state of the rest of him. "Before that, I want to know what happens after you get what you want. Uranel's death may be a common goal, but what's the process from the underworld to that end, and what's your vision of the aftermath?"
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The goddess' eyes widened, expecting a few stray memories to come to her surrounding the captain's fantasies but not... this. The memories were blurry, though Dehaljadrun could make out a few of his parents here and there, but what was far more palpable was how much the captain wanted her for her ability to take him out of the places in life that had trapped him, which, in some cases, appeared even stronger than his physical desire for her. No, she did not expect that at all.
Still, she gloried in the way his body swelled, in the way he appeared, briefly, angry and frustrated at the deep color on his face, and she was thoroughly impressed when he not only denied her but continued to be coherent enough to negotiate. Maybe she hadn't just been hasty in her initial hope that this captain would do what she needed. She could taste a moment of death about him; yes, this might actually work.
She wanted him to chant her name more than ever now, now that he had defied her even while she pulled all his escapism to the forefront of his mind. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was almost enough to make her want to play nice. How had his voice gotten even more alluring after all that? She could hardly concentrate. Her nipples became hard with desire, and she reached up to where her skirt was tied and started unwinding it, slowly. Dehaljadrun let the cloth slide centimeters at a time down the curve of her butt, her lips parted with desire. No point in hiding now how much she wanted him. Her long, narrow cock, which seemed like a tail except it was in the front of her body, came free of the cloth, unwound, hung lithely between her legs. She then dropped the cloth completely.
"I'm going to hold you to that," Dehaljadrun practically purred, her purple eyes flaring. "Once I'm free, I can enter your world fully and kill the king. Find people to rebuild the temples. But, don't worry; I won't stick around long. It's the upper realms I'm interested in, but I can't go there until the bindings are gone."
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Seth grew furiously embarrassed. Now at least Evan knew what kind of fantasies--if they were really fantasies at all--the goddess had supplanted in his mind when he... when he... ejaculated over his captain. Fuck. He really hoped she would have had more decency than that, but then again, she hadn't shown him any when she had distracted him enough to take over his body. But, there was more than that, too. He wanted her again. And again and again and again, and he was very quickly losing his ability to restrain himself. No amount of pain was going to distract him from that.
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Thoroughly concerned at how quickly this was getting out of hand for him, Xavier gasped again at the goddess' anatomy, surprised that he could still be surprised after the events of the last few hours. While he was frustrated at how intently focused the goddess was on Evan--not only because some part of his brain now wanted her to pay attention to him, which was strange in and of itself--it was, frankly, hot. Yeah, he would watch this happen if, you know, their lives weren't at stake and whatnot. Mm.
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Ah, yes. The crone was definitely familiar with this type of show of force. Though she deeply respected the goddess and had devoted her life to her well-being, the crone couldn't help but feel that Dehaljadrun was being a little childish. But, if this whole endeavor worked, than she wasn't going to complain. Besides, from here, it wasn't an unpleasant view. She watched the knight captain with curiosity, wondering if he would continue to keep the situation at bay. The drinks she had provided them had been potent, though it seemed that no amount of that concoction would have helped the bleeding man. The crone mentally prepared for what would happen if he crossed the line.
Still, she gloried in the way his body swelled, in the way he appeared, briefly, angry and frustrated at the deep color on his face, and she was thoroughly impressed when he not only denied her but continued to be coherent enough to negotiate. Maybe she hadn't just been hasty in her initial hope that this captain would do what she needed. She could taste a moment of death about him; yes, this might actually work.
She wanted him to chant her name more than ever now, now that he had defied her even while she pulled all his escapism to the forefront of his mind. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was almost enough to make her want to play nice. How had his voice gotten even more alluring after all that? She could hardly concentrate. Her nipples became hard with desire, and she reached up to where her skirt was tied and started unwinding it, slowly. Dehaljadrun let the cloth slide centimeters at a time down the curve of her butt, her lips parted with desire. No point in hiding now how much she wanted him. Her long, narrow cock, which seemed like a tail except it was in the front of her body, came free of the cloth, unwound, hung lithely between her legs. She then dropped the cloth completely.
"I'm going to hold you to that," Dehaljadrun practically purred, her purple eyes flaring. "Once I'm free, I can enter your world fully and kill the king. Find people to rebuild the temples. But, don't worry; I won't stick around long. It's the upper realms I'm interested in, but I can't go there until the bindings are gone."
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Seth grew furiously embarrassed. Now at least Evan knew what kind of fantasies--if they were really fantasies at all--the goddess had supplanted in his mind when he... when he... ejaculated over his captain. Fuck. He really hoped she would have had more decency than that, but then again, she hadn't shown him any when she had distracted him enough to take over his body. But, there was more than that, too. He wanted her again. And again and again and again, and he was very quickly losing his ability to restrain himself. No amount of pain was going to distract him from that.
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Thoroughly concerned at how quickly this was getting out of hand for him, Xavier gasped again at the goddess' anatomy, surprised that he could still be surprised after the events of the last few hours. While he was frustrated at how intently focused the goddess was on Evan--not only because some part of his brain now wanted her to pay attention to him, which was strange in and of itself--it was, frankly, hot. Yeah, he would watch this happen if, you know, their lives weren't at stake and whatnot. Mm.
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Ah, yes. The crone was definitely familiar with this type of show of force. Though she deeply respected the goddess and had devoted her life to her well-being, the crone couldn't help but feel that Dehaljadrun was being a little childish. But, if this whole endeavor worked, than she wasn't going to complain. Besides, from here, it wasn't an unpleasant view. She watched the knight captain with curiosity, wondering if he would continue to keep the situation at bay. The drinks she had provided them had been potent, though it seemed that no amount of that concoction would have helped the bleeding man. The crone mentally prepared for what would happen if he crossed the line.
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There was absolutely no hiding the lust that Evan felt as the goddess began undoing her skirt, filling his being with anticipation and excitement. His eyes watched her hands untying the fabric, and followed the fabric down over the curves of her body, his smirk fading back into that parted-lips look of desire. His gaze didn't even falter when the skirt was dropped, his eyes drinking in the view of her cock greedily and languorously. He did however let out a heavy, uneven sigh when the thing was revealed, hinting at his surprise and pleasure regarding it. It had never crossed his mind, before - the concept of a woman with a cock - but the thought of it now was utterly delectable. His lips parted a little further, his tongue running against the back of his lower lip as his mind swam through the possibilities. Without even thinking about it, the captain was leaning forward, his hands settling onto the grass in front of him as some parts of his brain imagined - and in fact were pushing him towards - crawling over to her, mouth open and tongue dripping with salivation.
He managed to stop it at just his hands hitting grass, though, once again digging his fingers into the dirt beneath, this time as if to anchor himself there. Embarrassment and determination burned through his lusty gaze, and he pulled his eyes back up to met the goddess', his jaw clenching to ensure that no actual drooling occurred.
He kept himself from speaking too quickly, forcing his brain to go back over what was said and what all needed to be decided here to make sure the goddess' distractions didn't undermine his purpose. Everything they'd talked about so far seemed close enough to in-line with what he needed: no more attacks on his men, the goddess would essentially kill the king for them, she would reasonably want her temples rebuilt, and then she would leave. Surely there was nothing objectionable in there? All she needed was the cooperation of a single soldier... and Evan was pretty sure he could be the one to offer that service. He didn't exactly relish the thought of his body visiting the place it had managed to avoid all those years ago - nor was part of his brain exactly thrilled at the thought of relinquishing control, but other parts...
Fuuuuck.
Gods, amidst it all - the war, the fighting, the fear, the hatred, the frustration - this was almost as tantalizing a meeting as he'd ever imagined with the goddess. Sure, part of his brain absolutely fucking hated that she was having such obvious effects on him, and that he was such a goddamn lusty creature as to seriously find this situation so fucking hot, but it wasn't like he hadn't recognized that part of himself in fantasies before, and almost included it as a feature. His jaw relaxed slightly, allowing his mouth to turn up another grin. The shape of it coupled with a certain sort of look in his eye was almost... conspiratorial? Perhaps admitting that whatever part of his brain had managed to gain control of his expression at that moment in time, fucking loved the state he was in.
"I'd like two more things, as surely they're within your power." His voice was rich and sultry, practically stroking the goddess from where he sat. "Release the other men you've enthralled in your search for a body, and ensure that we're able to take control when Uranel falls. We'll see to it that your temples are rebuilt, and that you are properly revered for your assistance."
Was he offering more than he had authority to? Maybe. But he would have a seat at the table once Mizu's plan was carried out; this was the first time he'd even had any idea what he would do with it, once he was there. At another time he'd almost certainly find the thought distasteful, to be devoting himself to a religious cause, but in this moment, with all those memories so fresh and palpable, and the goddess's cock on display right there before him... it felt like his entire life had lead him here.
He managed to stop it at just his hands hitting grass, though, once again digging his fingers into the dirt beneath, this time as if to anchor himself there. Embarrassment and determination burned through his lusty gaze, and he pulled his eyes back up to met the goddess', his jaw clenching to ensure that no actual drooling occurred.
He kept himself from speaking too quickly, forcing his brain to go back over what was said and what all needed to be decided here to make sure the goddess' distractions didn't undermine his purpose. Everything they'd talked about so far seemed close enough to in-line with what he needed: no more attacks on his men, the goddess would essentially kill the king for them, she would reasonably want her temples rebuilt, and then she would leave. Surely there was nothing objectionable in there? All she needed was the cooperation of a single soldier... and Evan was pretty sure he could be the one to offer that service. He didn't exactly relish the thought of his body visiting the place it had managed to avoid all those years ago - nor was part of his brain exactly thrilled at the thought of relinquishing control, but other parts...
Fuuuuck.
Gods, amidst it all - the war, the fighting, the fear, the hatred, the frustration - this was almost as tantalizing a meeting as he'd ever imagined with the goddess. Sure, part of his brain absolutely fucking hated that she was having such obvious effects on him, and that he was such a goddamn lusty creature as to seriously find this situation so fucking hot, but it wasn't like he hadn't recognized that part of himself in fantasies before, and almost included it as a feature. His jaw relaxed slightly, allowing his mouth to turn up another grin. The shape of it coupled with a certain sort of look in his eye was almost... conspiratorial? Perhaps admitting that whatever part of his brain had managed to gain control of his expression at that moment in time, fucking loved the state he was in.
"I'd like two more things, as surely they're within your power." His voice was rich and sultry, practically stroking the goddess from where he sat. "Release the other men you've enthralled in your search for a body, and ensure that we're able to take control when Uranel falls. We'll see to it that your temples are rebuilt, and that you are properly revered for your assistance."
Was he offering more than he had authority to? Maybe. But he would have a seat at the table once Mizu's plan was carried out; this was the first time he'd even had any idea what he would do with it, once he was there. At another time he'd almost certainly find the thought distasteful, to be devoting himself to a religious cause, but in this moment, with all those memories so fresh and palpable, and the goddess's cock on display right there before him... it felt like his entire life had lead him here.