A part of Evan was strangely thrilled by the goddess' grip on his wrist. He supposed he liked the hint at struggle - that some part of her was fighting back against him, and yet he still successfully grasped her hair and dug his teeth into her neck. Not to mention, her grip was even waning over time. Evan kept his arm tense against her hand, sensitive to the changes in her resolve, and he absolutely fucking loved feeling her giving in. He imagined the man from before nearby, watching. Maybe he wouldn't be able to see, but Evan liked thinking that somehow he'd know, that he had brought the goddess a drink and nearly caved to her touch only for Evan to hold her in his arms afterwards, getting her nearly to cave to his touch...
The captain moved his hand smoothly and firmly against the goddess' ass once her grip gave out, and he dug his nails in eagerly. His teeth continued gnawing on her neck while his tongue ran over her captive skin, and his fingers twisted harshly at her hair. He stepped in closer to her, pulling their bodies flush together, utterly enjoying the feeling of her hot skin against his. Nnnng, this was intoxicating. His head was starting to swim, tingles dancing over his scalp with heady pleasure. The stab of hot needles still stung at his skin, but at this juncture that registered as pleasant. Perhaps some part of him knew that at least some of his current experience was from getting overheated, but with things as they were at the moment, he just could not be fucking assed to give a shit.
((OOC: So like, unsure how long Dehaljadrun would let Evan keep biting her neck & twisting her hair & digging nails into her ass but apparently he might continue doing that until he passes out .-. I assume he'd last long enough that Dehaljadrun might do something before that happens tho, so not making it happen just yet...I suppose this is me giving you permission to have him pass out in your next post tho lol, if it seems appropriate))
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
Moderator: On Dreams And Desire
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun's mind was swimming with the combination of both their desire such that it almost felt palpable in the steam rising around them. She was so intoxicated with the desire that she began to see color in the mist, light purples and reds rushing and mixing quietly around her. It had been a while since she pushed her own temperature limits, and it was delicious. Whatever the colors may be--hallucinations were the most likely--Dehaljadrun could not help but find them beautiful.
When she closed her eyes out of pleasure, the color stayed behind her eyelids. Even Evan's pride and desire for the fucking thrall to be watching them seeped into her such that she experienced his fantasy... and wanted it. Which frustrated her...somewhere. Right now, though, all she could think about was Evan's teeth in her neck, his hand in her hair, the way he pulled their bodies closer together, the lengths of their erect cocks pressing into each other's bodies. She wondered how much longer he would hold out in this heat and couldn't find herself to care. She didn't want this to stop. Except...
Dehaljadrun suddenly wrapped one of her legs between and around one of Evan's such that she had leverage on him and pulled with those muscles to throw him off balance after she pulled her neck out of the grip of his teeth and bent to sink her teeth into his arm, at least until he fell over. Expecting that his head would go under the water briefly, she waited for him to come back up before saying, "I've gotten what I wanted for tonight. They'll be expecting you back soon." The goddess then moved to a ledge built into the pool and sat down, crossing her legs as she spread her arms out over the edge of the pool. She looked at Evan with a deep smirk and narrow, pleasure-filled eyes as her gaze passed over every exhausted muscle in his body.
When she closed her eyes out of pleasure, the color stayed behind her eyelids. Even Evan's pride and desire for the fucking thrall to be watching them seeped into her such that she experienced his fantasy... and wanted it. Which frustrated her...somewhere. Right now, though, all she could think about was Evan's teeth in her neck, his hand in her hair, the way he pulled their bodies closer together, the lengths of their erect cocks pressing into each other's bodies. She wondered how much longer he would hold out in this heat and couldn't find herself to care. She didn't want this to stop. Except...
Dehaljadrun suddenly wrapped one of her legs between and around one of Evan's such that she had leverage on him and pulled with those muscles to throw him off balance after she pulled her neck out of the grip of his teeth and bent to sink her teeth into his arm, at least until he fell over. Expecting that his head would go under the water briefly, she waited for him to come back up before saying, "I've gotten what I wanted for tonight. They'll be expecting you back soon." The goddess then moved to a ledge built into the pool and sat down, crossing her legs as she spread her arms out over the edge of the pool. She looked at Evan with a deep smirk and narrow, pleasure-filled eyes as her gaze passed over every exhausted muscle in his body.
Re: Part 1
At very first blush, Evan was thrilled to tousle - a pang of excitement shot up from his gut as he felt the goddess' leg tug him off-balance, and he started preparing to adjust his footing to grapple. The goddess' teeth sinking into his arm stole his attention, though - and, if he was being completely honest, there was a definite lag in his muscles' response times, such that he probably wouldn't have been able to recover in time anyway. It was more fun to blame it on the bite, though, and the bite certainly wasn't nothing.
He did indeed go under water for a second before he was able to right himself. He still had it on his mind to lash out at the goddess again once he regained his footing, but his body didn't much seem interested in following through on that. And, to be fair, his own interest in it waned pretty rapidly when his vision briefly went out of focus once he was upright again, his balance threatening to give way of its own accord. Yeah... he needed to get out of this water.
With a frustrated glare, the captain made his way over towards the edge of the pool while the goddess went and got herself seated. He could feel her gaze on him, and he both loved and hated it. His pride ached about his current condition, a sense of discomfort settling in his gut about how the goddess seemed to enjoy seeing him struggling just to move through the water gracefully. But he also appreciated her attention - gods, did he ever. And, he supposed, in a way it was flattering - or at least relieving - that he still held her attention in this state, even after his stamina for pulling her into tousles was spent. Of course, she was also dismissing him, but he was also gonna count his blessings there. He had a feeling their next night together was gonna start in no time, and he could only hope there'd be a chance to rest up even remotely well for it.
But oh, gods, ugh, going back... A lot of things awaited him back at camp that he wasn't exactly looking forward to. He'd probably have to explain himself to Mizu before there'd be any hope of rest, and gods only knew how that was gonna go. She'd be furious, no doubt, but hopefullyyyyy no moreso than other times Evan had taken a stupid risk that paid off. If the goddess kept her word, one of the previously-enthralled soldiers would be awake, which would surely be a result Mizu would find favorable. Surely it'd help with overall morale, too. Not only did they have Xavier's charms for comfort, but actual hope of their comrades returning from the grips of madness.
But, ah... Xavier. Yes, he awaited back at camp, too. If Evan's cheeks weren't already flush from the heat of the water, they would have blushed as memories of the negotiation and the goddess' shapeshifting both rushed back to mind. He grit his teeth as he slipped out of the pool, trying to get his mind back on something else. Truth told, he kind of hoped he wouldn't have to deal with Xavier, but... well, somehow he doubted that'd pan out. The kid would probably at least want to know Evan was okay, anyway. But, gods, what would Evan say to him? He'd seen his captain in a whole new way, now, and Evan had... well, seen plenty. Ughhh, he already had enough trouble keeping his brain out of the gutter on a good day, now this.... fuuuuuuuck.
The captain let out a bit of a frustrated grunt as he leaned over to pick up his pants. The sound of his own grunt hitting his ears brought him back into the present moment, where he was still being watched by a fucking goddess. His eyes glanced over his wet skin as he stood back up, and he struck a bit of a pose, one hand holding his pants and the other settling on his hip as he cast his gaze back to the goddess.
"Don't suppose you'd be kind enough to offer a towel or something," he asked pessimistically, though with a bit of a smirk. Maybe not wise to potentially stir up shit at this juncture, but nng, he couldn't fucking help it. Besides, he really would rather not head back in wet clothing if he could help it. Wet pants were the fucking worst.
He did indeed go under water for a second before he was able to right himself. He still had it on his mind to lash out at the goddess again once he regained his footing, but his body didn't much seem interested in following through on that. And, to be fair, his own interest in it waned pretty rapidly when his vision briefly went out of focus once he was upright again, his balance threatening to give way of its own accord. Yeah... he needed to get out of this water.
With a frustrated glare, the captain made his way over towards the edge of the pool while the goddess went and got herself seated. He could feel her gaze on him, and he both loved and hated it. His pride ached about his current condition, a sense of discomfort settling in his gut about how the goddess seemed to enjoy seeing him struggling just to move through the water gracefully. But he also appreciated her attention - gods, did he ever. And, he supposed, in a way it was flattering - or at least relieving - that he still held her attention in this state, even after his stamina for pulling her into tousles was spent. Of course, she was also dismissing him, but he was also gonna count his blessings there. He had a feeling their next night together was gonna start in no time, and he could only hope there'd be a chance to rest up even remotely well for it.
But oh, gods, ugh, going back... A lot of things awaited him back at camp that he wasn't exactly looking forward to. He'd probably have to explain himself to Mizu before there'd be any hope of rest, and gods only knew how that was gonna go. She'd be furious, no doubt, but hopefullyyyyy no moreso than other times Evan had taken a stupid risk that paid off. If the goddess kept her word, one of the previously-enthralled soldiers would be awake, which would surely be a result Mizu would find favorable. Surely it'd help with overall morale, too. Not only did they have Xavier's charms for comfort, but actual hope of their comrades returning from the grips of madness.
But, ah... Xavier. Yes, he awaited back at camp, too. If Evan's cheeks weren't already flush from the heat of the water, they would have blushed as memories of the negotiation and the goddess' shapeshifting both rushed back to mind. He grit his teeth as he slipped out of the pool, trying to get his mind back on something else. Truth told, he kind of hoped he wouldn't have to deal with Xavier, but... well, somehow he doubted that'd pan out. The kid would probably at least want to know Evan was okay, anyway. But, gods, what would Evan say to him? He'd seen his captain in a whole new way, now, and Evan had... well, seen plenty. Ughhh, he already had enough trouble keeping his brain out of the gutter on a good day, now this.... fuuuuuuuck.
The captain let out a bit of a frustrated grunt as he leaned over to pick up his pants. The sound of his own grunt hitting his ears brought him back into the present moment, where he was still being watched by a fucking goddess. His eyes glanced over his wet skin as he stood back up, and he struck a bit of a pose, one hand holding his pants and the other settling on his hip as he cast his gaze back to the goddess.
"Don't suppose you'd be kind enough to offer a towel or something," he asked pessimistically, though with a bit of a smirk. Maybe not wise to potentially stir up shit at this juncture, but nng, he couldn't fucking help it. Besides, he really would rather not head back in wet clothing if he could help it. Wet pants were the fucking worst.
Re: Part 1
Gods, she loved watching him move. It was so satisfying to know that the strain his muscles were feeling was because of her. And there would be four more nights of this, she reminded herself. Fuck yes.
As Evan picked up his pants and placed his hand on his hip, Dehaljadrun's arousal became more insistent again. It, for one part, did not want Evan to leave just yet.
The goddess got up off the ledge, moved through the water, and settled at the edge of the pool near Evan. She reached toward one foot and started caressing it lightly, sending little shocks through his legs.
"I mean, you could just stand there until you're dry. I'm enjoying the view," she said, tossing a glance upward at him, eager to see how his muscles would react to her touch. But, before he could say anything, the goddess looked toward the path where the thrall had disappeared, and soon enough he returned with cloths for the both of them to dry off with. He came around the pool to where Evan was standing and offered one of them to Evan, the expression on the thrall's face unchanging.
Leaving Evan alone for the moment, Dehaljadrun got completely out of the pool, making her full height exceptionally more obvious as she was taller than both men, and kissed the side of the thrall's neck before biting it gently. At this, the thrall's expression did change, slightly. His lips parted, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat. His body stiffened with arousal, and it was obvious that he wanted to turn around, to reach his arms around the goddess and pull her closer, but he was rooted in place.
As Evan picked up his pants and placed his hand on his hip, Dehaljadrun's arousal became more insistent again. It, for one part, did not want Evan to leave just yet.
The goddess got up off the ledge, moved through the water, and settled at the edge of the pool near Evan. She reached toward one foot and started caressing it lightly, sending little shocks through his legs.
"I mean, you could just stand there until you're dry. I'm enjoying the view," she said, tossing a glance upward at him, eager to see how his muscles would react to her touch. But, before he could say anything, the goddess looked toward the path where the thrall had disappeared, and soon enough he returned with cloths for the both of them to dry off with. He came around the pool to where Evan was standing and offered one of them to Evan, the expression on the thrall's face unchanging.
Leaving Evan alone for the moment, Dehaljadrun got completely out of the pool, making her full height exceptionally more obvious as she was taller than both men, and kissed the side of the thrall's neck before biting it gently. At this, the thrall's expression did change, slightly. His lips parted, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat. His body stiffened with arousal, and it was obvious that he wanted to turn around, to reach his arms around the goddess and pull her closer, but he was rooted in place.
Re: Part 1
Evan couldn't help feeling elated as the goddess reached out to touch him again, though he had mixed feelings about the shocks that came with it. They weren't too intense he supposed, mostly just enough to prompt his muscles to tense in response to her, and his skin to raise slight goosebumps where she touched. He did his best to keep his expression stoic about it, and raised his eyebrow at the goddess' comment. He really, really liked hearing that she enjoyed the view. But, ugh, he hated that he was exhausted. And also loved it? He both wanted to be done already and wanted to stay here and continue enduring whatever she'd throw at him. A part of him wondered to what extent the desire to stay and endure was his vs something the goddess had managed to instil in him, but... let's be real, he knew the answer, he just felt irritated with himself about it at the moment.
His eyes blinked curiously at the approaching thrall, intrigued to get a better look. There was something gratifying about a blindfolded subservient man offering Evan something to dry his naked body with, he had to admit. Although at the same time, it disturbed him - he supposed, partly just imagining being stuck in that man's place. Evan certainly wanted to believe that no such fate would ever befall him, but this was a goddess he was dealing with - and not just any. Still... she wanted him to remain in one piece, yeah? He swallowed and shook his head slightly, opting to leave that train of thought for now.
He couldn't decide if the goddess leaving the pool and paying some attention to the thrall helped or hurt there. It was pretty fucking hot, watching her lips touch the man's neck, watching the man's lips part. But it also swelled another small flare of jealousy in his chest. It seemed ridiculous, to feel that way, but then again, Evan had always been a bit territorial about these things. Still, the goddess before him wasn't merely another lay that Evan had the luxury of being possessive over. She had who knows how many of these men here, and they'd still be here once Evan left. And the goddess still wanted him, he reminded himself. Gods, he'd hold on to that tightly, though he wasn't sure what exactly he'd hold onto once their nights were up. He really, really didn't want to think about that right now.
The captain finally got to drying himself off in earnest, in no small part because he could feel his cheeks still burning with color even though the rest of him was cooling down. Ugh, the goddess probably knew full well all the ways that kissing and biting the thrall affected him, and he fucking hated that. Once water droplets were mostly done clinging to his skin, at least around the places that'd annoy him the most, Evan stepped into his underwear and then his pants, rather more hasty about their donning now than he'd been about their removal before.
((OOC: And, like, I think from there his intention is to sit down and start putting on his boots next? Didn't want to commit to it just yet in case Dehaljadrun was gonna do anything to interrupt that intention lol. But if not, feel free to assume that lacing up his boots is a thing he moves on to next. And then I suppose his shirt's gonna be last lol.))
His eyes blinked curiously at the approaching thrall, intrigued to get a better look. There was something gratifying about a blindfolded subservient man offering Evan something to dry his naked body with, he had to admit. Although at the same time, it disturbed him - he supposed, partly just imagining being stuck in that man's place. Evan certainly wanted to believe that no such fate would ever befall him, but this was a goddess he was dealing with - and not just any. Still... she wanted him to remain in one piece, yeah? He swallowed and shook his head slightly, opting to leave that train of thought for now.
He couldn't decide if the goddess leaving the pool and paying some attention to the thrall helped or hurt there. It was pretty fucking hot, watching her lips touch the man's neck, watching the man's lips part. But it also swelled another small flare of jealousy in his chest. It seemed ridiculous, to feel that way, but then again, Evan had always been a bit territorial about these things. Still, the goddess before him wasn't merely another lay that Evan had the luxury of being possessive over. She had who knows how many of these men here, and they'd still be here once Evan left. And the goddess still wanted him, he reminded himself. Gods, he'd hold on to that tightly, though he wasn't sure what exactly he'd hold onto once their nights were up. He really, really didn't want to think about that right now.
The captain finally got to drying himself off in earnest, in no small part because he could feel his cheeks still burning with color even though the rest of him was cooling down. Ugh, the goddess probably knew full well all the ways that kissing and biting the thrall affected him, and he fucking hated that. Once water droplets were mostly done clinging to his skin, at least around the places that'd annoy him the most, Evan stepped into his underwear and then his pants, rather more hasty about their donning now than he'd been about their removal before.
((OOC: And, like, I think from there his intention is to sit down and start putting on his boots next? Didn't want to commit to it just yet in case Dehaljadrun was gonna do anything to interrupt that intention lol. But if not, feel free to assume that lacing up his boots is a thing he moves on to next. And then I suppose his shirt's gonna be last lol.))
Re: Part 1
The goddess watched Evan put his clothes on and dragged her finger along the thrall's side, which made the man visibly shiver, but Dehaljadrun found it difficult to take her eyes off Evan as he dressed. She felt potent, though, and knew that Evan was feeling the draw to stay just as much if not more than she was feeling the draw to keep him here. She almost wanted to say to hell with the plan. But...
Dehaljadrun grew suddenly angry, frustrated at the ways she was trapped from already having what she wanted by the barriers Uranel had placed against her, so she dug her nails into the thrall's side and dragged them across his back, which made him cry out, but he still did not move. The man's cry brought the goddess back to the moment, however, and the anger faded, at least momentarily. After all, Evan wasn't quite gone yet, and she was eager to see his reaction to the man's pain. Deliciously, she thought about bringing out one of the enthralled soldiers from Evan's camp, but no, that could wait.
As Evan began lacing up his boots, Dehaljadrun could not help but think what an incredibly gratifying ordeal getting Evan's boots off had been in the first place, which made parts of her body tense up and beg again for release. Though the goddess lightly sunk her nails into her thrall's skin absentmindedly, she was captivated by Evan's movements, which she could see were full of frustration and fatigue, jealousy and embarrassment. And then the goddess made the mistake of reminding herself just how impressively Evan fought back. How many times he was able to make her give in to what she wanted from him, not to mention the thought of releasing another thrall...
When Evan finished lacing up his boots, the goddess moved gracefully around the thrall, completely ignoring his retreat as she walked toward Evan, not at all shy about her erect cock. Dehaljadrun came around behind Evan and settled her arms around Evan's shoulders so they could wrap around his bare chest. She then bit him on the neck and dug her nails into him hard but briefly before meandering toward his ear and asking, "So, how is it exactly that you plan on getting back?" with an enormous, unmistakable smirk in her voice.
Dehaljadrun grew suddenly angry, frustrated at the ways she was trapped from already having what she wanted by the barriers Uranel had placed against her, so she dug her nails into the thrall's side and dragged them across his back, which made him cry out, but he still did not move. The man's cry brought the goddess back to the moment, however, and the anger faded, at least momentarily. After all, Evan wasn't quite gone yet, and she was eager to see his reaction to the man's pain. Deliciously, she thought about bringing out one of the enthralled soldiers from Evan's camp, but no, that could wait.
As Evan began lacing up his boots, Dehaljadrun could not help but think what an incredibly gratifying ordeal getting Evan's boots off had been in the first place, which made parts of her body tense up and beg again for release. Though the goddess lightly sunk her nails into her thrall's skin absentmindedly, she was captivated by Evan's movements, which she could see were full of frustration and fatigue, jealousy and embarrassment. And then the goddess made the mistake of reminding herself just how impressively Evan fought back. How many times he was able to make her give in to what she wanted from him, not to mention the thought of releasing another thrall...
When Evan finished lacing up his boots, the goddess moved gracefully around the thrall, completely ignoring his retreat as she walked toward Evan, not at all shy about her erect cock. Dehaljadrun came around behind Evan and settled her arms around Evan's shoulders so they could wrap around his bare chest. She then bit him on the neck and dug her nails into him hard but briefly before meandering toward his ear and asking, "So, how is it exactly that you plan on getting back?" with an enormous, unmistakable smirk in her voice.
Re: Part 1
Evan had just settled down onto the ground with his boots - facing away from the goddess and the thrall, partly in an effort to hide his current fluster if only superficially, and partly just in an effort to buckle down and focus on the task of getting dressed with minimal distraction. This was already taking really fucking awkwardly long.
It certainly didn't help when the man's cry hit Evan's ears, and his breath hitched softly. His mind could run wild wondering what the goddess had done to elicit that - a harder bite? A rough pinch or scratch somewhere sensitive? Heh, even just squeezing a certain something sensitive... or inserting something suddenly... Evan clenched his jaw stubbornly shut as he drew a lace somewhat roughly through a clasp, frustration and fluster nearly dripping from the motion. Ugh, why were these boots so fucking tedious and annoyinggggggg. He definitely didn't lace them up as far as he normally would, as each second he was spending getting dressed was just giving him more time to sink into his displeasure about the prospect of leaving.
Just when he finally finished with that and reached for his shirt, he could hear the goddess walking over, and couldn't help pausing for half a second, as some part of him felt scared and another excited. He shook both the feelings off and shifted onto his knees on his way to his feet, but before he could get further than that he felt the goddess' arms slinking around him, paralyzing him again as he couldn't help but experience opposing reactions to her approach. Her teeth and her nails sinking in, though... the captain groaned softly, his eyes falling shut and his head rolling slightly to give the goddess more access like he could absolutely never fucking resist. Gods, her touch was so fucking intoxicating...
Her words brought him back to attention, though, his eyes opening hastily and his hand delving into his pocket. She hadn't-- no, good, the talisman was still there. But why the audible fucking shit-eating grin...? Evan was quiet half a moment, contemplating. He was missing something. The goddess obviously expected that 'with the talisman' would be insufficient.
Shit, was there some trick to it? He supposed he wasn't really sure how to use it. He'd kinda just assumed it'd be intuitive somehow, he guessed. The hand holding his shirt tightened its grip as his thumb ran over the talisman in his pocket, and he contemplated how he wanted to proceed. Just try something? Admit he didn't know? Nng, somehow he doubted the goddess would be gracious either way, and at least if he tried something he'd have some chance at getting it right. But what to try? The talisman was smooth against his thumb, but he could remember the look of it, and some part of him felt like he could feel the interwoven shapes of wood and bone beneath the resin. What would make sense to do with such a talisman? Heh, it was about the size of a skipping stone, he supposed, and it'd be funny to him if skipping it across the water was the answer, but somehow he doubted it. Ugh, he couldn't just sit there contemplating forever though... even if the goddess' arms did feel real fucking good against his skin. Uuugggghhhhhh.
"I guess I just assumed that at some point you'd drop another portal on me," he said in the best blasé lil shit tone he could muster, and gave a slight shrug - admittedly relishing the way his shoulders moved against the goddess' skin. "To be honest I'm surprised you let me get this dressed first."
It certainly didn't help when the man's cry hit Evan's ears, and his breath hitched softly. His mind could run wild wondering what the goddess had done to elicit that - a harder bite? A rough pinch or scratch somewhere sensitive? Heh, even just squeezing a certain something sensitive... or inserting something suddenly... Evan clenched his jaw stubbornly shut as he drew a lace somewhat roughly through a clasp, frustration and fluster nearly dripping from the motion. Ugh, why were these boots so fucking tedious and annoyinggggggg. He definitely didn't lace them up as far as he normally would, as each second he was spending getting dressed was just giving him more time to sink into his displeasure about the prospect of leaving.
Just when he finally finished with that and reached for his shirt, he could hear the goddess walking over, and couldn't help pausing for half a second, as some part of him felt scared and another excited. He shook both the feelings off and shifted onto his knees on his way to his feet, but before he could get further than that he felt the goddess' arms slinking around him, paralyzing him again as he couldn't help but experience opposing reactions to her approach. Her teeth and her nails sinking in, though... the captain groaned softly, his eyes falling shut and his head rolling slightly to give the goddess more access like he could absolutely never fucking resist. Gods, her touch was so fucking intoxicating...
Her words brought him back to attention, though, his eyes opening hastily and his hand delving into his pocket. She hadn't-- no, good, the talisman was still there. But why the audible fucking shit-eating grin...? Evan was quiet half a moment, contemplating. He was missing something. The goddess obviously expected that 'with the talisman' would be insufficient.
Shit, was there some trick to it? He supposed he wasn't really sure how to use it. He'd kinda just assumed it'd be intuitive somehow, he guessed. The hand holding his shirt tightened its grip as his thumb ran over the talisman in his pocket, and he contemplated how he wanted to proceed. Just try something? Admit he didn't know? Nng, somehow he doubted the goddess would be gracious either way, and at least if he tried something he'd have some chance at getting it right. But what to try? The talisman was smooth against his thumb, but he could remember the look of it, and some part of him felt like he could feel the interwoven shapes of wood and bone beneath the resin. What would make sense to do with such a talisman? Heh, it was about the size of a skipping stone, he supposed, and it'd be funny to him if skipping it across the water was the answer, but somehow he doubted it. Ugh, he couldn't just sit there contemplating forever though... even if the goddess' arms did feel real fucking good against his skin. Uuugggghhhhhh.
"I guess I just assumed that at some point you'd drop another portal on me," he said in the best blasé lil shit tone he could muster, and gave a slight shrug - admittedly relishing the way his shoulders moved against the goddess' skin. "To be honest I'm surprised you let me get this dressed first."
Re: Part 1
"And what, the talisman is just for show? After you went to all that work of ensuring your own safe return?" Gods, she was enjoying this. She leaned in closer to his ear so that her warm, light breath caressed the back of his neck. "Portals aren't easy to come by. What do I get out of taking pity on you?"
Re: Part 1
Hm, interesting. Evan certainly hadn't had any notion of portals being hard or easy to come by, really - certainly not where a goddess was concerned. Hell, just a few days ago he hadn't any notion that such things even existed at all. He thought about making a sassy comment about how it seemed like a goddess ought to be able to summon portals fairly effortlessly, but thought better of it. She was specifically trying to get un-stuck, he supposed; the lack of ease regarding portals could be the wrong kind of sore spot. Besides, was he really trying to get her to pity him, anyway? He wasn't entirely sure. Mostly he was stalling. Maybe he just wanted to stay in her arms longer. Certainly, he wasn't exactly excited about the openings he was sure she'd find to take pot-shots at his pride for not knowing how a damn magical item works. Then again, he'd only just learned that supernatural anything was even a thing like 2 days ago, and he'd already fucked a goddess, so really, he was doing pretty damn well at this shit, no?
"Eh, probably not much." Evan answered the goddess smugly and shrugged again before mustering his resolve to finally finish the motion of standing up, breaking contact with the goddess as he did so. A part of him fucking ached to return to her touch, but he managed to keep the experience internal. After going ahead and slipping his shirt back on, he fished the talisman from his pocket and turned it over in his hand to get another look at it, feel its weight. He also brought up memories of how the priestess had opened the portal in the first place, though he wasn't sure how relevant those were. He didn't know the vast majority of the words, and anyway, it seemed to him that her incantations had been about getting to Dehaljadrun's realm, not so much leaving it? He had no idea if that was how any of this worked, but he was doing his best to sink into his intuition about it anyway.
So, alright intuition, how would one leave this place, then?
The priestess had invoked lightning and flame to get here; maybe something watery to get back? Heh, back to the thought of how it'd probably make a good skipping stone. If that wasn't the answer, though, Evan wasn't keen on throwing the talisman away from him - in hindsight, it probably hadn't been wise of him to let it be even as separated from him as his pants had been throughout this adventure, though he wasn't sure how he would've kept it closer. It all worked out, anyway.
But what to do with it now? Ughhh.
Deciding to just stop fucking thinking about it, Evan held his hand with the talisman out in front of him with a determined expression, and said, "Let this world of mist and the world of earth join here."
His eyes intently watched a spot in the air in front of him he seemed to be expecting - or hoping, at least - for the red orb from before to appear and stretch into a portal. He figured it was a long shot, especially considering how much other chanting the priestess had done in a tongue Evan couldn't understand, but anything the captain tried at this point would be a long shot, and this one seemed as good as any.
"Eh, probably not much." Evan answered the goddess smugly and shrugged again before mustering his resolve to finally finish the motion of standing up, breaking contact with the goddess as he did so. A part of him fucking ached to return to her touch, but he managed to keep the experience internal. After going ahead and slipping his shirt back on, he fished the talisman from his pocket and turned it over in his hand to get another look at it, feel its weight. He also brought up memories of how the priestess had opened the portal in the first place, though he wasn't sure how relevant those were. He didn't know the vast majority of the words, and anyway, it seemed to him that her incantations had been about getting to Dehaljadrun's realm, not so much leaving it? He had no idea if that was how any of this worked, but he was doing his best to sink into his intuition about it anyway.
So, alright intuition, how would one leave this place, then?
The priestess had invoked lightning and flame to get here; maybe something watery to get back? Heh, back to the thought of how it'd probably make a good skipping stone. If that wasn't the answer, though, Evan wasn't keen on throwing the talisman away from him - in hindsight, it probably hadn't been wise of him to let it be even as separated from him as his pants had been throughout this adventure, though he wasn't sure how he would've kept it closer. It all worked out, anyway.
But what to do with it now? Ughhh.
Deciding to just stop fucking thinking about it, Evan held his hand with the talisman out in front of him with a determined expression, and said, "Let this world of mist and the world of earth join here."
His eyes intently watched a spot in the air in front of him he seemed to be expecting - or hoping, at least - for the red orb from before to appear and stretch into a portal. He figured it was a long shot, especially considering how much other chanting the priestess had done in a tongue Evan couldn't understand, but anything the captain tried at this point would be a long shot, and this one seemed as good as any.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun was both impressed and irritated that Evan was able to shirk her off so readily. She wanted to pull him back in, but she knew their time together really was coming to a close, at least for this night.
"Clever," the goddess said, folding her arms under her breasts. "But this object contains far more mechanical magic. I'll tell you what, I'll make you a portal, in exchange for you wearing this until the next night we spend together." The goddess motioned toward Evan's lower abdomen and lightly circled the air with one finger. A thin electric band appeared around the base of Evan's cock. Once it was in place, Dehaljadrun looked up at Evan with an eyebrow raised.
((OOC: The lightning band will shock him if his cock twitches or hardens. It's thin enough that it's not going to shock him a lot, just enough to make itself noticeable. It may get a little more intense if his cock swells much at the base.))
"Clever," the goddess said, folding her arms under her breasts. "But this object contains far more mechanical magic. I'll tell you what, I'll make you a portal, in exchange for you wearing this until the next night we spend together." The goddess motioned toward Evan's lower abdomen and lightly circled the air with one finger. A thin electric band appeared around the base of Evan's cock. Once it was in place, Dehaljadrun looked up at Evan with an eyebrow raised.
((OOC: The lightning band will shock him if his cock twitches or hardens. It's thin enough that it's not going to shock him a lot, just enough to make itself noticeable. It may get a little more intense if his cock swells much at the base.))