Written Wonderland

Panic shot up the center of Evan's torso again as he felt the goddess pushing him off-balance. He fought against the motion, but was once more faced with the reality that she was just straightforwardly stronger than him. He hit the ground with a grunt, and immediately started to push himself back up, intending to keep fighting regardless, but the goddess' hands on his neck shoved him back down, and her whisper in his ear rather well disarmed him at least momentarily. He let out a soft, hitched breath betraying the fear that currently gripped at his chest, though his lips were also stubbornly curled in a smirk. No idea the trouble he'd gotten himself into, eh? Heh, story of his life.

The smirk did falter at that bite, though, and the captain put forth a great deal of effort to clamp his jaw shut and stifle the cry of pain that had wanted to escape. As much as he normally adored the feeling of teeth against skin, the sensation of teeth breaking skin was rather different, and firmly on the adrenalin-spiking end of things, especially considering the location; it reminded him potently that the goddess almost certainly could take his life if she wanted, like a wolf with its teeth on his throat. That she'd desire to kill him seemed unlikely, though, even if he had pushed his luck just a bit there. The fear was mostly just in his body - instincts and reflexes that existed inside of him, screaming at his brain that he was in mortal danger - while his brain did its very fucking best to keep panic from actually setting in, and just ride out this sensation like any other. A pained gasp did escape him as the goddess adjusted and bit down a second time though, his endurance for holding reactions to her in rather quickly giving out.

He indulged in the moment of rest that the goddess collecting herself afforded him, and he breathed deeply to collect himself as well. He didn’t indulge in it too long, though, and decided to take another shot at fighting back before she moved on. He pressed his palms into the ground by his shoulders, and started to push himself up again, but the instant his arms started tensing a shock ran down his spine and out through the muscles in his back. He tensed his body into the ground and stifled a groan through his teeth, still stubbornly trying to minimize his responses to things. He supposed maybe he should’ve guessed at the band having been anchored at this point, but then again, he didn’t think he regretted trying in case it hadn't been.

The goddess’ finger slipped under the band, and Evan exhaled slowly, trying to get his muscles to relax before she snapped it and shocked him yet again. The finger slid back out without incident, though, before sliding back under again… the Captain narrowed his eyes at the patch of ground to the side that he currently happened to be gazing at, irritated at her tauntingly playing up his anticipation. Even so, a slight shiver ran down his back.

In the end, her weight left him without shocking him again, which allowed some relief to wash over his body, but then the crack of a whip in the air above him stung at his ears, and his eyes widened. Holy shit she was getting down to business. He couldn’t decide if he was delighted or terrified, which he supposed was sort of the point.

The whip cracked twice more without touching him, each time Evan’s body wincing slightly as anticipation shot up from his gut. Then it came down on him ahead of the rhythm she’d established, and the captain couldn’t keep his jaw shut as a cry of pain spilled out, and then even amplified as the angry sting of the impact itself rippled out into more shocks through his body. The elongated pain and tension definitely wore a non-negligible amount of his endurance down, filling his stomach with fear. He wouldn’t be able to take many of those, and was already dreading the idea of another before the pain of the first even started subsiding. Without thinking, Evan instinctively reached his arm up past his head on the ground and started to shift to bury his face in his shoulder, too distracted by the pain on his back to remember why that was a bad fucking idea. Just when the shock from the whip was subsiding and he thought his muscles might be able to relax again and maybe his lungs could catch a damn breath, his attempt to shift triggered the band again and re-lit everything all over again, burning his muscles with pain and fatigue as they continued to tense and writhe and his lungs used the last of the air they had stored to push out an angry “FUUUUUUUCK”.

Right around there Evan could feel edges closing in on him, the fatigue from his body starting to invade into his consciousness as well. But a warm tingle at his extremities pulled it back, giving him just enough space to breathe and finally, finally let his muscles relax again, staving off the threat of darkness actually closing in. The captain’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and humility, forced to wallow briefly in the reality that, while he may not be in any real mortal danger (probably), he was in real danger of her pushing him to his limits, whatever that would even fucking mean. He knew he’d just peeked over an edge - one that left his gut dancing, parts of him elated even as parts of him growled in anger and drowned in fatigue.

His whole body shivered as he felt the goddess’s weight, and, since he couldn’t shift his neck the way he needed to to hide his face in his shoulder, he instead brought his arm down to at least cover his face with his hand, while his other hand balled into a frustrated fist against the ground on the other side of his head.

He was glad for the admittedly small obfuscation when the goddess’ fingers traced the path where the whip had lashed against him, and the captain moaned in response to the sensations they sent through his skin. In a way it reminded him of getting a tattoo - her fingers felt both pleasurable and sharp, Evan’s nerves confused about whether they wanted to lean into or recoil from her pleasing, painful touch. He fucking loved it.

Then her lips traced the line instead, her hands moving to explore other parts of his back, and both his breath and his body shuddered. His mind was still stubbornly holding itself above water, but he was painfully aware that he was now stuck in a body that wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight without some recovery time, and that was both embarrassing and terrifying. And...

"And we're only getting started,”

Her whisper stole his breath away again, and left an echo of his heart pounding in his ears. More warm tingles made their way over his scalp and neck and shoulders, before her fingers curled in his hair and tugged. He drew in a sharp breath, his body bracing frantically for another shock, but it didn’t come. He barely had the bandwidth to process why before all of his attention and experience was on her cock entering him again, drawing out a deep, pleasurable groan. Fuck if it didn’t all already seem completely worth it.

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The fox creature had scampered over behind Dehaljadrun about when the man had cried out his expletive after the crack of the goddess’ whip. Right up until then Maisie had deeply enjoyed shivering and wriggling alongside him, enrapt with his determination and fear and excitement, and just using Dehaljadrun’s enjoyment of the situation as a sort of pleasant backdrop to what she was focusing on. But she hit a point with the man’s experience that scared her. Or maybe just confused her? It was interesting. It was nearly too much, which wasn’t a thing the faerie could say she was accustomed to encountering. She supposed, in some ways, that moment very sharply contrasted this man from what Maisie knew of the goddess’ other thralls; he did nearly lose himself, but not… to Dehaljadrun, she didn’t think. Hmmm. Interesting???

In any case, the faerie sighed happily as she settled more into Dehaljadrun’s experience instead, letting the goddess’ pride and lust seep in to her own mind and body. She was back to purely giddy again as the goddess thrust back inside the man beneath her, and Maisie resumed rolling around happily on the ground, letting the sensations of her weight on her back and her fur ruffling with the movements frame and highlight the sensations she was piggybacking off of from the others’ experiences. She paused, though, as she felt Dehaljadrun getting close already, and she rolled back onto her tummy to gaze at the goddess curiously. She didn’t want this particular arc to end so soon… Dare she?

Hahahahaha who was she kidding of course she did.

The faerie fixed her eyes on Dehaljadrun’s lower back and swished her tail behind her, slowly and sensually along the ground. Maybe it was a stretch trying to do this to a goddess, but she bet she could at least drag it out just a bit, especially if the goddess didn’t immediately figure out what was going on. The faerie carefully, subtly, felt her way through the goddess’ experience of pleasure, and honed in on the part that sought release. Maisie purred softly, probably not audible to Dehaljadrun or her plaything over her thrusting and the man’s moans, but the vibrations helped the faerie resonate with that part of the goddess’ being, and use her own magic and persuasion to hush that drive, and instil somewhere in the goddess the sense that, y’know, release really wasn’t all that great - wouldn’t it be much better to hold it back, to keep building on the pleasure of thrusting into the man, feeling him clench and tremble and gasp, and to draw it out, and milk every fucking ounce of enjoyment out of this as they could get?

Besides, it didn’t seem likely the man was going to get release anytime soon, either. He was going to be receiving the same notions, deep down in his psyche where they could tug at him from places he wouldn't be able to see. Maisie hoped the goddess wouldn't be able to see them either, or at least would have to look for them for a little bit, while in the meantime her body would simply refuse to cum. Eeeeheheheheheeeee~ The faerie shivered in anticipation, deeply looking forward to the sensations when one the other or both of the goddess and the man ran up against wanting to find release and feeling unable to reach it. Uuuuugh, yesssss, that was the fucking beeeest~ <3

Dehaljadrun deeply felt Evan's relief and the waves of pleasure washing over him while she continued to hold his head up by his hair. Her fingers twisted tighter, and she began to move even faster, wanting to cum more out of how good it would feel to objectify this man even further, to have him facedown and full of her cum yet again without having any release for himself. Or maybe she'd pull out and pull completely away as she abruptly came, washing his butt and back over with her cum as he squirmed underneath her, furious and frustrated. Maybe the lightning bands would come back so she could leave him there, facedown and naked. Ooooh, she felt her whole body react and shiver at that thought, her cock throbbing deliciously. The goddess just had to get there fast enough...

The pressure in Dehaljadrun's cock mounted to an almost unbearable level, the inside of Evan's warm ass inviting and caressing, and she felt-- over and over again--jolts and waves of pleasure that seemed just about there. The goddess began moving faster, determined to cum, and her body began to revolt wildly as her movements became increasingly erratic. She could feel Evan's mounting desire as well, which pushed her to push deeper and faster within him, the goddess growing frustrated as the likelihood that he would orgasm at the same time as her grew. 

Her body began to tire, and she leaned over Evan's body for a moment, her left hand latching on with her nails over the back of his left hip as she breathed heavily for a moment, keeping her other hand firmly in Evan's hair. She did not rest for more than 15 seconds, though, before she was back at it, frustrated that orgasming even once was somehow making this so much more difficult, but at least, from what Dehaljadrun could see of Evan's mind, he wasn't quite there yet either, though his reactions to her were deeply intoxicating, sending her body into yet more erratic movements such that every part of her was aching for release, travelling back and forth between her ache and Evan's ache, the desire building and mounting with release just barely outside either of their grasps. GODS, WHY WAS THIS TAKING SO LONG!? Her cock was begging her, sending wild, erratic signals to her mind to just let it happen, let it happen, but it wasn't happening. WHAT THE FUCK... wait. 

Dehaljadrun's gaze landed on the fox creature and took in the creature's gleeful shivering, and immediately the goddess knew. She felt the creature's presence in her mind. Her purple-red eyes began to glow with a harsh fury as she narrowed her gaze and then allowed herself a smirk. Having been deeply into Evan's mind as well, she recognized the same presence there, and maybe she could use at least that to her advantage, but first, this creature needed to be put in her place. 

The goddess' movements slowed somewhat but continued, her fingers twisting Evan's hair, her nails scraping from the left side of his hip down the other one as Dehaljadrun found the channel the fox creature was using in the goddess' mind for access and flooded it with Dehaljadrun's own sensation, desire, frustration, and lust, hoping not to totally overwhelm the creature but at the very least to get her close to an overwhelm and give her pause. Dehaljadrun then braced herself, knowing that her body would want release the second the channel closed, before slamming the channel shut. Her body threatened wildly to cum once the fox creature's influence was gone, and Dehaljadrun let out a quiet though agonized groan in her attempt to hold herself back, at least for another moment, but first, she wanted to relish in the fact that, surely, Evan didn't understand what the fox creature was doing to him. She hadn't shut that channel down. 

Dehaljadrun looked once more at the fox creature with both disdain and intrigue and then looked down at Evan as if to indicate, I'll let you play with him, for now. But only him, you little brat. Then, Dehaljadrun leaned down over Evan, cock throbbing, her body screaming for release, and said between breaths, "Gods, this must be frustrating for you." She then continued to hold herself back from orgasming while she resumed the fury of her movement in Evan's ass as long as she possibly could before the orgasm exploded out of her and into Evan, her cock pulled out of his ass mid-ejaculation so it spasmed and throbbed against the center of his lower back for a moment before Dehaljadrun stood and stepped away from him, breathing heavily but tremendously pleased with herself and the position she had had Evan in. She doubled over briefly with her hands on her knees before standing again to her full height. Fuck, this just kept getting better. The goddess tossed a mixed glance at the fox creature, still supremely frustrated at the creature's audacity but also at least a little bit grateful. 

Maisie was beside herself with joy and pleasure and giddy excitement as she basked in the frustration of the goddess and the man, both of them nearly frantic in their attempts to pursue release. Just when the faerie was about to wish that they'd calm down just a little and just revel in it a moment - geeeeez - the goddess' gaze landed on Maisie, and did not look particularly pleased.

Awhup. Eheheheheheeeh, surely this hadn't been too much of an intrusion, riiight??? The goddess' expression shifted to a smirk, and Maisie was unsure whether that was comforting or not.

The slight bit of nervousness that had vibrated in the creature's chest brightened to pleasure as the goddess returned her attention to fucking the man - slower, with more hair-twisting and nail-scraping, mmmm - and for a brief moment the fox creature was about ready to conclude that in fact she'd had exactly the desired effect, before the sensations she'd been vicariously enjoying suddenly swelled, amping up to exponentially more than the faerie had expected was even possible.

The fox creature surprised herself by letting out a growl - pretty adorable, honestly, coming from the small fuzzy critter. She pawed at the ground and then gnawed a bit on her leg while still growling lowly, her butt wiggling up in the air while her tail swished over her back. Some part of her might have experienced some embarrassment, and certainly some parts of her experienced frustration, though she was pretty sure that the frustration wasn't, strictly speaking, 'hers'. Mostly this was fascinating, and just a bit thrilling.

She actually got kind of close to wanting to change forms - in this body, the goddess' sensations were translating a little haphazardly, and by gods right now she wanted a cock to match - but then the sensations suddenly cut out, and the creature flopped down on her side as she recollected herself. Mostly that involved panting for a moment while she processed what had just happened. She was able to move on quickly enough, though, and rolled onto her back again as she refocused her gaze on the goddess and the man, contemplating how would be appropriate to still engage with them at this juncture.

The goddess more or less answered Maisie's ponderance when she looked back at the faerie and then down to the man, and Maisie read that as an all-clear to keep fucking with him, at least. The fox chirped happily, and settled back into the man's experience, which was delectable indeed~

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Evan growled loudly as the goddess taunted him. Yes, this was fucking frustrating. When she'd first started fucking him again it was heavenly, but for some time now it had been inexplicably agonizing. It wasn't even that the goddess was stopping or pulling out of him to tease him like before - although she had slowed down there for a minute, which had also elicited a much softer frustrated groan. Instead, despite how gloriously she fucked him, he just couldn't find release, no matter how goddamn close it felt, nor how badly he ached for it.

On top of that, his body was so racked at this point that he could hardly control it. His hips bucked in time with the goddess' thrusts, shamelessly encouraging her to go faster, deeper, harder. His fingers nearly clawed at the ground, especially as his desperation for release grew. Although her grip on his hair was pleasurable, he wished he could hide his face, as every time he opened his eyes he could see the dark figures standing around the clearing, watching. For the most part he kept his eyes clamped shut, though he knew that didn't really do anything to hide the furious blush on his face, nor the fucking embarrassing lusty expression he kept falling into between growls.

The only thing that was maybe - maybe - slightly relieving about the goddess' taunt was that at least it explained why the fuck he didn't seem able to cum right now. Though it also begged the question of just how goddamn long she'd make him wait.

He didn't have time - nor brain - to contemplate that question before he felt the goddess pull out, and a torrent of panic and despair set over him.

"NO-- FUCK!"

The captain cried out as his hips bucked desperately back against her, and his back shuddered to feel her cock against it, spasming out an orgasm that Evan couldn't reach. His cheeks reddened further with anger and frustration, some part of him admittedly wanting to curl into a ball and weep. At least the goddess finally released his hair, and Evan was able to bury his face between a hand and the ground. Not that he relished giving the goddess the optics of him trembling quietly while he hid his face in embarassment, but he couldn't find what else to do right now - not with his body in the state it was in.

Oh, part of him thought about getting up onto his knees to he could beat himself off, but somehow he doubted that'd be any more likely to relieve him, and would just pile on yet more embarrassment to the situation. At least laying on the ground he could try to calm down and rest for a hot second, and maybe - maybe - be able to recover pride somehow in a bit.

Dehaljadrun looked on at Evan's shape against the ground, the way he hid his face, and she felt the waves of frustration settling over him, the shame and embarrassment of the situation sinking into him deeper, and yet she could still feel the fight in him just below, and discovering that made her vibrate with excitement, though she understood that meant that this victory was only temporary. Surely, she could do this again and again if she wanted to, though, and lords did she want to. The goddess wanted to twist his pride in a thousand different ways, each a little more brutal than the last. 

But... some part of her was also flat out impressed, and it was difficult to not let that part show. Despite all that, Evan still felt safely above thrall territory, and many men she had... taken... had dropped into it from much, much less. This thought, coupled with similar thoughts she had had during this encounter, made an inexplicable warmth settle between her breasts, which was different than the sharply excited warmth feelings Dehaljadrun felt in Xavier's body but--though she was loathe to admit it--might have been in the same category. 

Frustrated with herself, Dehaljadrun shook her head slowly as if to clear the thoughts and stepped around Evan to kneel to the left side of him before laying down beside him and pressing her body against him as well as she could in his current position. His ass was still slick with her cum, and realizing that made a great deal of her confidence return to pool in her navel. Oh yes, she could work with this. 

Given that she still had access to his back, the goddess ran a finger lightly down the length of his back and then again down the angry mark from the electric whip. She then pressed a finger gently into the valley of his spine, lifted it and placed it behind his diaphragm in the same way. She did this with the the center of his upper back, the back of his throat, the back of his head, and the top of his head before running her fingers lightly down his spine, crossing the terrain of his ass, and settling down with her middle finger pleasantly poised against his perineum. The goddess took in all his reactions, determined to keep him down if the way she held onto his free wrist--gently but prepared for struggle--was any indication. She hoped to watch shivers visibly move down the captain's spine and drink them in as they did so, especially given how much he ached for release. 

The goddess pressed a little harder against Evan's perineum and placed her index finger there as well, beginning to move that flesh in slow, tantalizing circles. As she did so, Dehaljadrun sent Evan images and sensations of a thick column of purple light rotating along and around his spine from her fingers, pleasantly stimulating each nerve cell in the path. The goddess then widened that column so it touched each part of his body in its rotations. Then, in addition to the circular motions of the goddess' fingers, she began varying the pressure against Evan's perineum so it made the rotating column of stimulating light move up and down within him steadily, sending pleasure from where her fingers touched him all the way up through his head and beyond it. Dehaljadrun listened to the captain's breathing eagerly, drinking in the sounds and the sensations within him, the column of light and its accompanying nervous system excitement likely tempting him toward climax again. 

Dehaljadrun pushed her body against Evan more firmly to excite the nerves on that side of his body even further, and her already-hardened cock pulsed excitedly against Evan's hip. The goddess then steadily moved her fingers faster and more deeply, wanting him to want this feeling she knew was strange to him, and she ran the hand that had been over Evan's wrist lightly over his arm and lifted herself slightly so she could trail those fingers down his spine. Then, all at once, she pushed that hand onto the valley of Evan's back and leaned her weight into it while the fingers on his perineum moved with deep pulsations quicker than any previous ones. Simultaneously, she reached into Evan's mind and blocked out the fox creature, making it possible for him to orgasm from this whole-body stimulation if he so desired. Regardless, Dehaljadrun was in complete and utter bliss from what she was doing to him. 

Evan was not sure at all how he felt about the goddess laying down beside him. A part of him wanted to pull away, but he was tired, and it wasn't as though she was doing anything unpleasant. To the contrary, his body loved the feeling of her finger tracing down his back and especially over the path of the whip, re-exciting sensitive nerves and sending chills through him. He was clearly putting forth effort to stifle them, much of his body tense and uncomfortable with the current situation, but the pleasure of the nerves involved was unmistakable. Then, the goddess lightly touched her finger to spots going up his back, and the captain felt... confused, and wary. And intrigued. He couldn't help but live in those light touches, as his nerves unabashedly enjoyed the contact and his mind pondered over just what the goddess was getting at.

A stronger chill ran over his back as her finger traced down over his spine, and the captain shuddered and pressed his hips into her finger as it settled between his legs, all of his accumulating arousal and frustration making it fucking impossible for him to hold in his responses. At first he was irritated with her finger placement, as so many different parts of his being wished like hell it'd move just a little bit upwards and fuck his goddamn ass. If it wasn't for that ache for touch and movement elsewhere, though, Evan had to admit that being touched in that place between his legs felt pleasant. Then she started moving her fingers there, and Evan gasped, taken off-guard by the sensations that flowed through his body, cradling his spine and stroking his gut and leaving him feeling utterly bare, not a single nerve in his body safe from the goddess' touch. Of course, different parts of his brain had wildly different opinions on that, but as the goddess' fingers varied their pressures and the warm, bright sensations in his body shifted and intensified, Evan was quickly unable to pay attention to any part of his mind other than the part that wanted to ride all these waves of pleasure all the way to release. But god fucking damn it, release still felt just out of his fucking grasp. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh

The captain let out a frustrated growl as the goddess shifted closer to him and he felt her cock pulse against him, embarrassment flooding back in as he thought about how fucking laughable it must be to her, that he was trembling and shivering and losing his shit over two fingers drawing slow, tiny circles between the two parts of his body that ached for attention - or at least had been, up until he'd gotten swept up in whatever the fuck the goddess was doing to him now. Now... the thought of that light leaving him, abandoning his nerves to solitude while his whole body ached for release... that was magnitudes more devastating than when the goddess' cock pulled out of his ass. Something close to a whimper escaped his lips despite his best effort to keep his sounds to panting and growling, and his hand finally left his face to pound his fist into the ground. He had half a mind to beg her not to stop - to let him fucking cum already - but for the time being was at least managing to hold that back, though he was disgusted with how far forward on his tongue the sentiment sat, and how fucking vigilant he had to be to keep his mouth fucking shut.

A loud groan spilled from him as the goddess pressed her other hand against his lower back and intensified her motions between his legs. The captain couldn't help bucking his hips between her hands, encouraging the light to circulate more vigorously and brighten in warmth and intensity. The groan shifted to another growl as his hands started clawing at the ground again, nearly every cell in his body fucking screaming for release, and a panic gripping at his chest that she was going to continue holding him back, however the fuck she was managing to do that.

But then, mercifully, something spilled over, and he cried out in elation. The light got bright enough, or his body finally found the right position or the right frequency or something, and his being joyously rode the ensuing wave for a good long moment, his muscles all tensing as spasming as they grasped onto every last ounce of pleasure that was coursing through him. He did get lost in that wave, letting it tumble him underwater as it broke. Part of him was scared, but for the most part he was content to let sensations carry him where they would, until finally he started feeling the ground beneath him again, the water receding and leaving him warm and tired and satisfied, and he let out a relieved and contented sigh. Of course, that was all before his brain was able to remember the goddess beside him, the fox creature wherever it had gotten off to, and the dark figures in the audience around the clearing.

"Fuck."

His voice was a whisper, either too tired or too content to carry with it the frustration or attitude it so often had that evening. He did feel embarrassed, but his body was too full of bliss to let him feel it anywhere but somewhere deep in his mind. Also somewhere deep in his mind was an inkling of fear that this was too much of a surrender, but... somehow, even this still felt above water in some important way. He blinked calmly at his hand against the ground while he caught his breath, and pondered idly over what he wanted to do once he could make his body actually move again.

((OOC: He's gonna need a bit of recovery time after that, but not too long before he'd decide to do something. If Dehaljadrun would be relatively on the ball after Evan comes down from his orgasm g'head and post, otherwise lmk and I can post again. Also Maisie is just... blissing out behind Evan and Dehaljadrun basically lol. It felt distracting to include in this post xD))

Dehaljadrun felt the light column that she had sent through Evan all the way through her own body, exciting her nerves as well while it pushed him to the edge of what it was possible for his nervous system to experience simultaneously, and her body swelled beside his own with her pleasure of the experience, lurching as her inner orgasm throbbed in time to Evan's spasms. 

The goddess drank in all of Evan's sensations as he finally found his release, the pleasure and the comedown gratifying her in their flood. She ran her fingers down Evan's spine again, savoring the fact that she had penetrated this un-enthralled man with that column of light. Doing it to thralls simply wasn't the same. Their reactions were buried so much deeper, but Evan's were so readily available on the surface: all his mental begging, all his desire, all his confusion... it was delicious and so... incredibly... potent. Dehaljadrun was heady with intoxication from it and was, despite her cock's slight protest, thoroughly satisfied. 

Dehaljadrun got closer to Evan's ear and whispered slowly, "I, by far, got the best end of this deal." After her comment, the goddess swung a leg over Evan and slowly dragged her body across him--cock sliding over the mountains of his ass--before settling in much the same position on the other side. Then, she softly dragged her nails across Evan's lower back and breathed onto his neck where she had bitten him, which sent tingles down her whole body with the memory. 

"Now, you're a fucking mess. We should fix that. Grab your clothes and come with me." With that, the goddess stood up and looked pointedly at Evan, enjoying how long it might take him to stand.

((OOC: If he would just follow her without further banter or... things... then I can post again. LMK.)) 

Evan gave a soft "heh" after the goddess' first whisper. It was hard to decide whether to take offense or flattery from it - on the one hand, she seemed to be implying that she got the better of him; but on the other, she also seemed to be complimenting him as a lay, which definitely wasn't the worst way to stroke Evan's ego - especially considering who was saying it.

More shivers ran down his back as the goddess moved over him, several of his nerves lighting up again with fresh memories of recent experiences. He relished her cock sliding over his backside and her nails dragging across his back and her breath warmly stinging at the bite on his neck. He wondered if his body had the wherewithal yet to do something besides shiver, but then the goddess spoke again and left him, and Evan laid on the ground another moment while he processed what she'd said. They were going somewhere? To... fix him being a mess? Huh. Not what he expected.

With a soft groan the captain finally started pushing himself up. His body wasn't particularly happy to be moving at the moment, but damned if he was going to give the goddess any more excuses to feel smug than he could help. The process of getting up and walking over to collect his clothing was slow, but relatively fluid, if accompanied by a couple more soft groans.

Along the way he caught sight of the fox creature still close by, laying on her back with her eyes closed and her tail just occasionally lifting a touch off the ground before flopping back down again. If he had to guess, she honestly seemed pretty damn blissed out. Then, her eyes opened, and she let out something between a chirp and a purr. Evan wrinkled his nose and finished picking his clothes up, not entirely sure how he felt about the creature's proximity for all that. He still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the figures along the edge of the clearing, either, but at least they left some distance.

Clothing collected, Evan opted to just ignore the critter and walk over closer to the goddess, before giving her a light shrug.

"Lead the way."

The goddess smirked mischievously, taking her time to look Evan over, her eyes drawing lines along the definition of his muscle and then following the lines of what parts of his tattoos showed before she turned around to walk toward a path at the edge of the meadow. None of the demons followed, and Dehaljadrun gave a firm, hard look at the fox creature before entering through the trees. The well-worn path definitely shared similarities with the one Evan had walked on the way to meet the crone, but the similarities largely ended when they arrived at the place that would have been the army camp. Though the trees were even denser here, the paths wound in and out of the thickets until the two of them came upon an stone slab alcove that had been built halfway around a pool of water. Though the alcove was easily large enough for several people to sit under, the pool itself was almost perfectly circular and only five feet in diameter, though it looked at least one and a half times that deep. 

Off into the distance, the mist blended with what looked like white smoke or maybe even steam as it rose into the canopy, but the water they stopped at was not steaming. In fact, the water here, if the chill in the air itself was anything to go by, looked very cold, and that could have been the beginnings of ice around the edges. The water was clear such that the bottom of the pool, black with dark moss, was visible, and though no obvious water source flowed into it, there must have been water flowing from underground because the water was circulating slowly. There were large purple and black candles burning on either side of the stone slab bench that had been built into the alcove. Their wax dripped down in thick rivulets and hardened again against the cold stone like miniature streams frozen in time. 

Dehaljadrun sat on the bench, crossed her legs, and looked at Evan lavishly. 

"Get in," she said, her eyes glinting with challenge. 

((OOC: Dehaljadrun would not mind if Maisie stayed out of slight, but she's not interested in knowing that Maisie is intervening in some way and would probably attempt to shoo her away.))

Evan followed the goddess quietly, intrigued to see where their evening was headed. Somewhere along the way the chill in the air started to seep in and the thought crossed his mind to get dressed again, but the goddess was still leading the way in the nude, and stopping to put clothes on seemed... clunky. Anyway, he could take the chill.

He was a little taken off guard when they reached the circular pool of water, as it struck him as beautiful in a way he didn't often stop to enjoy nature. Then again, to what degree this counted as 'nature' was dubious, he supposed, given its symmetry and clarity and the constructed-looking alcove beside it. He stepped up next to the pool to gaze down into it curiously, just in time for Dehaljadrun to tell him to get in.

He lifted his eyes to her, one eyebrow raised slightly. He was already chilly, and that water sure as fuck didn't look warm. He studied the goddess' expression, trying to discern to what extent she was serious for starters. His body had kinda hoped that it was gonna get a break for a bit, and wasn't particularly keen on dunking into a veritable ice bath just now. But, the goddess did look serious, and she seemed to be challenging him in a way he couldn't very well ignore. Ughhh.

His teeth gritted into something of a stubborn smirk, and he sloughed his clothes down on the ground. He held the goddess' gaze as he hovered his foot over the water, his eyebrow raising just a little more sharply. After holding that pose for a moment he went ahead and lowered the ball of his foot just far enough to break the water's surface. Ugh, yep, just as cold as it looked. His eyes narrowed slightly, as a small battle raged within him over how to proceed. In the end... his smirk turned up just a bit further.

"You planning to wash off too, or do you like my cum on your tits?"

Dehaljadrun's smirk deepened as she leaned forward toward Evan and put her chin in her hand with her elbow on one knee. "Tell you what: you get in, and I'll let you lick it off," she said without changing her expression, the chill of the stone surface beginning to seep into her skin in an uncomfortable way she was intent on ignoring.