Written Wonderland

A rush of warmth hit Evan's chest as his left hand touched the blade's engravings, aware that he hadn't moved that arm and relieved that it seemed the goddess liked what he had done. He startled when a shock and light went through his arm and into the sword, breath nearly escaping him as he marveled in awe at the sight of the blade empowered with the goddess' blessing. The captain's heart pounded excitedly in his chest, intoxication pouring over his scalp and his back as he imagined taking this glorious weapon into battle. Nothing against the sword that awaited him back in his tent, but a blade that glowed and snapped with electricity honestly was an absolute dream.

When the goddess spoke again, her voice hummed right along with everything else that vibrated in and around him, her velvety tone stroking seemingly everything from his scalp to his cock. Even so, he couldn't help hearing a challenge in her words, which he was well aware he likely put there himself. A sword was easy; he'd been getting to know swords intimately for years, and was confident in knowing what he wanted and expected of them. The gates to the Underworld, though? Well, needless to say, he was a bit less intimately acquainted with those.

He supposed they weren't altogether foreign, though. He may not have literally seen them, but he knew he'd gotten real fucking close. The captain frowned and lowered the sword to his side as he let flickers of the dream-memory come through again: cold, sloshy, muddy snow; his bloody soiled jacket; the rough bark of a tree. He wondered briefly if tree bark might be a main feature of the gates for him, but no--the tree bark had been one of the things keeping him alive, so probably not.

With that thought--of not-bark--suddenly a blurry image of slick, glassy doors came to mind, either reflecting darkness or transparent to it. That still wasn't quite right, even if it were complete, but it was closer.

Evan let his control of the body fade into the background--quite possibly dropping the sword into the grass beside them if the goddess didn't pick up the slack--as he tried to find again the moment he'd been closest to death. It wasn't exactly something he thought about often, and even with the memory having come up so recently, the path to finding it was laden with shame and anger and despair, which he wasn't exactly keen on trudging through for the second time in one night. But, now his fantasy from that night was more real to him than it had ever been: this really was for the goddess, and knowing that did make the trek significantly easier and, mercifully, more direct, for he was revisiting this memory not in a time of self-loathing or deep melancholy, but rather at a time when he was driven with purpose, when he knew exactly what he needed out of this particular reverie.

When he found the memory again, he asked himself for the first time in his life what the ground might have felt like beneath him when he curled up into that ball; it was easiest to imagine that if he had slipped into the Underworld that night, it would have been simply by letting himself sink down beneath the ground rather than calling out to his father. Of course he was so fucking numb at the time, it was hard to conceive of it feeling like anything, but he pushed himself to imagine it nonetheless. It was dark, obviously, but not actually glassy; that was too hard, too cold, too uninviting. The cold was something he'd been thinking he'd escape by deciding to die. The gates must be some kind of alluring to tempt people towards death, right? It certainly wasn't fear of what lay beyond them that had kept Evan alive that night.

Evan mentally reached out and felt softness, and instantly knew that was correct. He felt the part of him that had wanted to just melt into that sensation, to relax and simply cease to be. The desire to weep welled up in him, some part of him even now yearning for that peace. He almost felt cruel for denying it to that exhausted boy in the woods.

He turned his attention back to his body, finding again the sensations of its skin against grass and the sight of the clearing before him. In part, he wanted to assure himself that he wasn't actually in danger of going through those doors prematurely. He felt, too, for the goddess' presence, his desire for reassurance of her company strong and reverberating. He wasn't done with his task, though, and he knew it; he'd also come back into the body to try to bring what he'd learned into the goddess' realm.

He studied the clearing and wondered where gates to the underworld might be, if they were here. At first he imagined a large, black, abstract 'softness' in the middle of the clearing, round like a portal that was pitch black and smooth in the center and fuzzier and more textured around the rim. It was... palpably unreal, though; entirely too conceptual. It looked more like something in peripheral vision, at the edge of attention even when Evan's gaze was straight at it. He was missing something, and he knew it.

The goddess watched Evan's concentration as he prepared himself for the task. She appreciated the ways he drew on her--and the purpose she had given him--to give him strength to retrace his memories back to his near-death experience. The fresh rawness of having only recently relived the memory made the process of finding it again and calling up all its potency palpable. Despite the arguments that had ensued, Dehaljadrun was profoundly aware that the spontaneous experience of those memories earlier only made it more possible for Evan to return. The pathway back down there was laced through with the emotions that made Evan feel most alive and burned more brightly against his determination. Perhaps he really would summon the gates.

Once he found the memory, the goddess watched Evan imagine what it would have felt like if he had slipped into death. The goddess sensed the mirrored blur that first arrived, but it faded quickly back into nothing. As Evan gave up that idea, he also loosed himself from his awareness of the body such that the sword in his hand became heavy. Out of a reflex, the goddess caught it after it fell a few inches, the sudden switch of control surprising her deeply. And, though she felt closer to Evan's body, she felt Evan slipping further and further away from her awareness as he searched for another path through. Just as she begun to worry about how distant he felt to her, he was returning in a rush that started slow but gathered momentum, and the shared imagination of the softness of death overwhelmed the goddess' perception. The sensation stirred a familiarity in her, and as Evan attempted to pull that sensation into being--into actual gates--the goddess could not help herself from filling in their shape and body in addition to their texture.

The portal lightened slightly to a near-black purple and split into two, growing into two small dark hills on the ground in front of them before each erupted with thick, fleshy vines of velvet that curled around themselves and into an archway. Thick leaves petals rapidly emerged and gained the same velvety texture, the heads and necks of the vines wrapping continuously around the original arch as blooms nearly the size of the goddess' dragon's head plumped with turgidity and finally softened to stillness.

As the plants settled, the structure before Evan and his goddess emerged, easily twice their height. The vines had so thoroughly wound themselves together such that hardly looked like there was a doorway at all. Still, the hungry, succulent blooms of the plant called and shifted subtly, leaning toward skin. The goddess could hardly contain herself and nearly forgot she was in Evan's body. How long had it been since she had seen these? Had she seen them at all since she...?

The goddess gently set the sword on the ground and walked forward to reach for a bloom with Evan's hand, letting the bloom's thick petals close and press in against the tips of Evan's fingers, the sensation softer and more tender than any other Dehaljadrun could possibly imagine. Another bloom began to wrap itself around Evan's thigh, grasping at the naked skin between Evan's legs. It called and pulled and beckoned even as it hardly moved, and the goddess reminded herself that pushing any further through the plant would only have the same effect as attempting to go through the talisman's portal the previous night. Not to mention that Evan and Evan's very mortal body might be in significant danger if she let him go through now. She felt the temptation to lose herself in her own arousal--or Evan's--but her sense of caution was stronger, and she detached the bloom from Evan's leg and removed their fingers from the bloom's mouth, having to bend down and back up on their hands and feet before the goddess gestured with Evan's right arm and hand, pushing the energy off and down itself, effectively banishing it. The tangibility of the gateway faded until it burst into transparent purple, a mist of shiny liquid released into the air around them.

The goddess placed Evan's hand on his chest as they caught their breath on the ground, the body wet and throbbing with all its pent-up desire. One small fleshy petal remained on the ground where the gate had been, and Dehaljadrun gathered the body's energy to throw momentum toward standing so they could bend down and pick it up. Without a word, the goddess moved the body back to the sword and picked it up, placing the petal against the center of the hilt where it fused into a dark purple gem. The whole sword glowed a little brighter.

Tired and struggling to maintain control of the body, the goddess let the body stumble backward to the ground and allowed her essence to seep slowly back out Evan's pores, licking everywhere the blooms' fluid covered his skin and leaving Evan with nothing but chill. As the mist of her body assembled and appeared beside Evan, the goddess in her human-esque form rolled her body weight on top of Evan, their naked forms pressed potently together, the ends of her dark hair brushing against the side of Evan's cheek.

"Well," the goddess said, glad to have her full-bodied voice back, "that was an adventure." And the corner of her lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

Just as Evan was beginning to get frustrated at how little detail he could conjure, details started filling in themselves, and the captain watched in awe as the portal split and an archway of succulent, velvety blooms and vines sprung forth. He was moved by the sight, immediately recognizing that, yes, this was also correct, and once again getting hit with a wave of longing for it. An ache tugged at the body's chest, some young part of himself angry and upset that he'd denied himself entry to these gates all those years ago. Though, alongside that sensation was also a palpable buzzing in his gut, fearful of the gates and vigilant against their allure.

That buzzing grew louder and far more visceral and alarmed when the body moved forward. Initially he worried that he himself was being pulled by the soft serenity he couldn't help imagining beyond those gates, even as he met the concept with skepticism and suspicion. But, his body didn't enter the doorway; rather, his hand gently allowed one of the succulents to close around his fingers, and something about the gesture thoroughly assured him that, no, it wasn't that young, angry, hurt, overwhelmed, exhausted part of him that was moving the body; it was the goddess.

He shuddered as one of the blooms wrapped around his thigh, disturbed by just how pleasant it felt. He was glad the goddess was in control of the body--not that he wasn't still confident he could fight off the allure of these soft, dark, beckoning succulents, but it wasn't a fight he was especially keen on signing up for. It was enough just feeling that allure, their gentle touch, the call of the gates within their tangle, and Evan allowed himself to mentally writhe in yearning for it. He recognized that probably wouldn't make things easier for the goddess, but she seemed to have everything perfectly enough under control.

She confirmed that when she withdrew the body from the touch of the vines and then banished the gates, and Evan indulged himself even further, a growl resonating in their shared mental landscape. On the surface, it was full of anguish, but somewhere deep in the tone of the growl and the texture of Evan's mind was a visceral pleasure, some part of him honestly enjoying having gotten so close to the Underworld only to pull away again. It made him feel even more alive, and a rush of exhilaration pulsed through his being in the wake of his growl.

The goddess placing his hand on his chest calmed him somewhat, momentarily quieting his pulsing and reverberations and drawing him closer to her. He'd half a mind to draw the body's other hand up on top of the first, his mental energy now purring and trending towards tender, but the goddess moved the body before he could get anywhere near connecting the thought with real action, and he observed curiously as she moved to pick up the sword. A prideful, exhilarated shudder went through him as she picked up a remnant of the gates and shaped it into a gem which embedded into the sword and surged its power. Evan couldn't fucking wait to use it.

Then, the goddess let the body stumble back to the ground, surprising Evan. Some part of him hoped that she wanted to just bask for a moment, but he realized that she hadn't just let the body stumble back; she was leaving it. Panic spiked in him as he mentally reached out to her, begging her to wait, stay, don't part. But she might have left before she even felt that from him; he wasn't sure. He groaned deep in the body's throat as he re-engaged with actually controlling it, a fresh wave of arousal hitting him too as he squared up with now being alone and in full control again. He remembered imagining the goddess reaching down to rub his cock after she'd entered his body, and the temptation to do so himself now was strong. His cock was absolutely throbbing, and every nerve in his body was starved for warmth and contact and attention. He contented himself with scratching his nails slowly and deeply over his chest with another groan.

Some relief washed over him when the goddess finished coalescing and immediately came back into contact with him, the weight and warmth of her skin at least some consolation for the loss of her mental company. Evan's hands eagerly caressed over the goddess' thighs and up her hips, pressing firmly almost as if to make sure she was truly there. He managed to grin back to her once he caught her expression, though it was easier to maintain after her comment. Whether it was accurate or not, he couldn't help perceiving pride and pleasure in her voice and her smirk, and he was relieved that this time he was able to just enjoy it and let his heart swell in response.

"That's one way of putting it," he replied, just as he reached up to yank the goddess' hair to the side and wrench his hips in sync, aiming to roll over on top of her and, regardless of his success, going in for an eager, excited bite on whatever part of her his teeth could reach.

The goddess, still exhilarated from escaping the gate and leaving Evan's body, breathed heavily through her smirking grin, grateful that this separation had been easier than the last. Sharing the body was also becoming easier, though it had still taken her a great deal of effort to maintain it. She likely should have anticipated that Evan would waste no time rushing into everything they could do when they were separate bodies again, but he caught her off guard with the movement of his hips and successfully rolled her over, his teeth sinking deeply into the flesh just below her collarbone. The sensation sent a wave of melancholy through her as she realized all over again that leaving Evan's body meant there were more layers between her experience and his, and the goddess groaned into the air, her chest pressing up into the bite as she allowed her head to fall back and to the side where Evan pulled her hair.

She wanted to continue in that vein, to allow Evan to pull her back into a shared state of seeking bliss, but the memory of Evan withholding his own peak of pleasure from himself as they flowed into the river together came potently to mind. Though the goddess could still feel Evan's immediate desire for her, the pull toward separating further from him, toward leaving him aching, called from a distance she hardly understood. The temptation was stronger, even, than the goddess' desire to lie back and let Evan have his way with her. So, after only a few glorious moments of being so firmly within Evan's grasp, his hands reaffirming her reality, the goddess could not help but pull away, using one of Evan's legs as leverage as she moved around and underneath the hand that held her hair and twisted so Evan's teeth lost traction. All at once, she was free of him and found herself standing, surprised at her own resolve.

Still, she wasn't about to let Evan know that she had surprised herself and instead said, "It's only a matter of time now." She turned to face where the gate had stood only moments ago, a memory she couldn't quite pull up tugging at her from a distance. "Do you feel prepared?" the goddess said sarcastically, though the corners of her mouth twitched with an under-the-surface smile.

A pleased, satisfied growl resonated low in Evan's throat as his teeth sank into the goddess' flesh and he felt her melting beneath him, even groaning in response to his touch. It didn't make the ache of her leaving his body go away, but it did make it more pleasurable, pulsing in rhythm with a luxurious pride that now also rippled through him. That pride was quickly ripped away, though, when the goddess suddenly twisted out from under him. A frustrated groan caught in his throat before he could fully bite it back, and a sharp glare stung at the goddess before he could blunt it with resolve to at least deny her the satisfaction of her full effect. Gods, he wanted to touch her again so badly, but a stubborn streak had flared up within him, and only grew stronger at the goddess' comment.

"Getting there," Evan rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet as he replied with just a bit of a playful snap to his tone. In truth, he certainly did feel more prepared now than he had before that little exercise, but he wasn't in the mood for obvious bravado; of course he didn't feel fully prepared. He'd been afraid of crossing through those succulents--even of being fully in control around them, to some extent--and he still had very little idea what to actually expect on the other side. Not that he really wanted to dive into those details outright just then, though. The goddess was playing some other kind of game right now, and if he couldn't confidently identify it, then he may as well purposefully eschew an in-kind response.

To that end, the captain picked up his sword again, a bracing shock dancing up his arm which he honestly wasn't sure whether it came from the sword itself or just his excitement about it. His body shuddered with the sensation, but he didn't seem displeased about it in the slightest.

"In the meantime..." he said, his voice low as he turned back to the goddess with a cocky grin. "I should probably go get dressed if we're still planning to hunt tonight."

As excited as he was to use this sword and to hunt down a literal fucking demon, he was also absolutely fucking devastated to be suggesting moving on from their more intimate interactions. Wouldn't he rather tackle her back down to the ground, re-convince her to melt and to groan and to entwine her body with his again? Oh, parts of him would, but parts of him were also deeply enjoying trying to hide those desires from her, glad despite the continued ache and emptiness to have some privacy back and feeling the urge to flex within it. Not that the goddess couldn't see his body plain as day, his cock still hard and wanting, but perhaps he could at least convince her that he didn't care, maybe even that his body's desire was also shifting towards the hunt; the rest of his nearly battle-ready posture certainly implied as much.

Hell, it wouldn't be the first time he'd redirected energy in that way; his mind flashed to the memory of how he'd handled the assassin in the crone's cabin, and his grin curled with a wicked glint echoing the expression he'd worn. This hunt would have significantly less of the type of fun he'd had prodding at that paladin's delicate sensibilities, but it would have significantly more of the physical thrill of danger and conquest, the thought of which curled the captain's grin wider.

The goddess had difficulty maintaining her composure as Evan got to his feet, but she managed. She could feel the waves of craving roll between and through his muscles as he moved them, and they enticed her tremendously. She wondered how she had pulled away in the first place, but she was distracted from that thought as a jolt of excitement passed over the goddess when Evan picked up his sword. Something about seeing his naked body hold the gorgeous thing in front of him lit her up from head to foot.

But then he mentioned getting dressed and reminded her of the deal she had struck with him earlier regarding the cloak, which of course brought the God of Poisons to mind, and her mood soured considerably. The goddess made a dramatic show of looking at the lightening lavender sky, clouded though it perpetually was, and sighed. She could feel Evan's pulsing excitement turn toward the next task, and tempting as it was to keep him, to extend their evening, to forget that the day--at least in the human world--was approaching, perhaps it was better to deny him yet again. After all, that was, on some level, what he wanted. Yes, taking away both the proximity of her body and his ability to let off steam about it sounded too delicious to reject, come to think of it, especially as that intolerable grin came over the captain's face.

"Yes, do get dressed," the goddess finally said, her expression neutral and frustratingly unreadable, "but the hunt will have to wait until your return." She held back the urge to emphasize the last word, still aware that they hadn't settled on a new agreement of when he would come back since, after renegotiating, she assumed the original five-day request was moot.

((OOC: Dehaljadrun is prepared to follow him to where his clothes are but doesn't intend to get dressed herself. She may also attempt to distract him during that process when/if it feels appropriate, so I guess feel free to pause wherever that might be fun.))

Evan's grin faded when the goddess said the hunt would have to wait. He'd registered her looking at the sky, and a sinking sort of panic pulled at every inch of his body as the meaning of that gesture sank in. He tried to keep a neutral expression about it, but the loss of the grin was a pretty fucking obvious sign that he wasn't pleased about this. He didn't feel ready to leave her--gods, with his late arrival and all the bullshit that had happened at the start, it felt like their night together had really only just begun. He was glad he'd at least gotten to merge with her again, but fuck the thought of heading back to camp still so worked up and pulsing with frustration was uncomfortable.

Even so, Evan wasn't about to just stand there pouting about it, nor would his pride allow him to try to stay longer for any further play, no matter how badly his body wanted him to. He turned and started walking back into the palace, his muscles tense and nearly quaking with longing every step of the way. He wondered idly whether he'd be able to bring this sword back with him--the thought of getting to show it off to Xavier directly was pretty fucking enticing, and would be an excellent consolation--but he was still too wrapped up in keeping his yearning under control to even conceive of asking the goddess any questions just then, so he kept the thought to himself.

The captain gently set the sword down on the ground near the cushions and then swept up his underwear and his pants to start pulling those back on, his cock preemptively aching as it lamented getting shoved away into clothing in its present state. Evan wondered if Xavier--gods, but would that be weird? The captain blushed, but couldn't fully stop the fantasy of the lieutenant seeing Evan's state and sucking him off about it from spilling through his mind. After all, it wasn't inconceivable; they'd gotten pretty fucking close to all that twice now, just... run into complications each time.

An awkwardness fell over Evan as he finished doing up his pants, and he turned to the goddess with an expression that couldn't quite decide whether to be grumpy or sheepish about what he had to say next. Either way, his blush deepened as he went on.

"I know we started from scratch and I didn't bring this up again, but... I'd like to still request you not mess with Xavier." Evan said cautiously, and he let his eyes soften as he searched the goddess' expression. This time, this wasn't a demand but a sincere request, one which he genuinely hoped she'd understand. And, one which he'd be willing to offer something in return for; he just wasn't sure what.

((OOC: she's welcome to have already started messing with him as he pulled up his pants and assume he'd stubbornly continued the motion anyway, in which case he probably took a sort of apologetic step away from her before he spoke. Or, maybe she just hadn't gotten around to bothering him yet; I don't imagine he took very long on this first step at all.))

The goddess couldn't help but be pleased at the sight of Evan's disappointment as he registered all too soon that they would need to part again. Surely that would be enough to convince him to come back quickly. Her own cock ached and twitched, and she let it happen, eager to make herself ever more tantalizing to Evan. Following him back into the palace, the goddess laughed subtly when Evan grabbed his pants and underwear ferociously and looked exceptionally uncomfortable putting them on. Gods, he really was listening to her. Had she wanted or expected more fight about it all? She wasn't completely sure, but the urge to prevent him from getting further with the buttons on his pants was strong regardless. She was stifling a quiet moan and had begun stepping closer to Evan when he spoke, unlocking a fresh wave of fantasies that... weren't about her.

Gods damnit.

The fantasies were about that boy--his lieutenant--that Evan was so keen on, hoping to get back to camp and have Xavier take care of his... predicament. The thought of someone other than the goddess receiving all the energy she had worked up in Evan--not to mention the energy she felt should be hers that he had worked up in himself--was horrifying. No, she could not let that happen.

Evan himself brought it up as he asked the goddess not to touch Xavier... again. She hadn't missed that he had left that little detail out during their earlier conversation, and she had hoped that Evan wouldn't bring it up, even if it still might seem like foul play on her part to take action regardless. Dehaljadrun frowned, frustrated at the ways Evan was, again, taking her games away from her.

As Evan searched her expression, the goddess grew increasingly uncomfortable. What she had initially considered a dalliance with the boy was certainly growing into something more, and the goddess wasn't certain she appreciated that. Would Evan feel that type of protective over her? Ugh, that thought was preposterous. The boy was rather helpless whereas Dehaljadrun was a goddess. Still, a pang of a stab pressed into her chest, and she could not help but remember that Evan did not choose to pledge himself headlong into her service beyond what they had already agreed.

The goddess looked away from Evan and reached up to pull her hair around her shoulders, the strands playing across her rounded breasts and making the curvature of them more obvious. She walked up to Evan, then, letting her gaze drink in every mark she had left on his chest, before she again met his eyes and reached one arm over and around one shoulder, her nails pressing lightly into his back and dragging across as she whispered in his ear.

"Fine," Dehaljadrun said, "but your next climax..." She paused, letting the anticipation flood the both of them. "...is mine."

((OOC: She's not going to let him leave just yet, btw. There's one more thing she wants first, but we figured we would let you respond. ))

Something twisted in Evan's gut when he saw the goddess frown and then turn away. He started to feel defensive--did she seriously think that was unreasonable ask?--but he tried to remain steady while he waited for a full reply. Besides, some part of him thought with a bit of playful arrogance, perhaps she was simply jealous, and that's all the frown was about. Though, with that thought came some concern--were Evan's feelings for Xavier going to be a problem in the goddess' eyes? Did she expect him to be chaste whenever he wasn't with her? He supposed he could manage for a time--not like he'd had any regular squeezes before this all started anyway--but he'd want to get real fucking clear on--

Evan's thoughts reeled themselves in the instant goddess turned back towards him. She still didn't look happy, but he could feel her gaze on his body, and his own eyes couldn't help tracing the curves of her body highlighted by the way her hair fell over her. His cock strained in his pants as the goddess stepped closer, his skin tingling in warm celebration where her arm and her nails made contact with him. He couldn't quite stop a small gasp from escaping him as she whispered in his ear, and that sinking panicked sensation washed over him again as the meaning of her words sank in. A soft, thoughtless "Fuck," fell from his lips as he contemplated.

On the one hand, yes, obviously he'd agree to this. Objectively speaking, his lieutenant's autonomy was absolutely more important than getting off--both strategically and personally--and besides, even while fantasizing about it, he'd felt...weird, about the situation; he probably wouldn't have explained it as his next climax belonging to the goddess, but he had to admit there was some truth to a feeling that he'd have robbed her and maybe even himself of something if he went straight to Xavier to single-handedly relieve all the frustration that he and the goddess had built up together.

But on the other hand, honestly, fuck going a whole other day. He was keenly aware that he hadn't cum since the first night they'd spent together, and that was already incredibly grating. Not that he always wanked daily, but sometimes very nearly, and usually he wasn't getting this fucking worked up every night. He lamented not rubbing one out yesterday instead of napping; maybe then he'd have been less on edge and made it on time to the goddess tonight, and gods how the night might have gone differently then. It was far too late for all that, though.

"Fine," the captain finally snapped before pushing the goddess' arm away and turning back towards the cushions to try to locate his shirt. His gut writhed and twisted in protest of this arrangement--wouldn't he rather be able to fuck a possessed Xavier tomorrow, to get off and have another hot threesome without having to wait for the next portal to open? Hadn't Xavier liked everything that had happened before, at least on some level? Did Xavier even want Evan protecting him in this way?

Meanwhile, some other part of him flailed about, ok, if the goddess wanted his next climax so bad, why not just get it over with before he left? Why was she sending him away while something they both so palpably wanted was unfinished? Why was Evan letting her? Well, the answer to that last question was pride. He didn't feel inclined to admit how badly he wanted to re-tangle with her, especially when she felt entirely too in control of herself; just about the worst thing he could imagine was trying to shift their interactions back that direction and being rejected. No, that would only make this next already excruciating separation worse. Best to just focus on finding his gods damned shirt.

((OOC: which... I'm pretty sure is still outside by the circle lol sooo, he might be angrily looking over the cushions for a while))

The goddess was immensely gratified by the curse that escaped Evan's mouth, meaning that, yes, she had succeeded in elevating his already mounting frustration. And then he agreed, albeit in tandem with pushing her away and proceeding to rummage the area for the rest of his belongings--his shirt, maybe, or perhaps the talisman if it had fallen out of his pants. She watched both his actions and his thoughts, watching him wonder if it was even, at this point, worth continuing to protect his own lieutenant, and the goddess could not deny that she appreciated where that line of reasoning was going. In fact, she was half-tempted to assure Evan that Xavier had enjoyed the experience, but she had gotten Evan to agree to keep all his energy to himself in the meantime, and she didn't want him going back on that.

She kept her mouth shut as Evan searched more angrily, an amused smirk building on her lips. How difficult would it be to throw him down on the pillows once again? To pull his pants down just enough to give her access, to take the pleasure so pent up inside him, pleasure that was now, assuredly, hers. Gods, she purred at the thought, and when Evan passed within arm's reach of her, the goddess could not resist. She quickly got behind him, pressing her warm breasts into his back as her arms moved around his throat and her cock pressed in from behind.

"Evan..." she said, enjoying so thoroughly the way the syllables rolled over her tongue that she licked the back of Evan's neck before she continued. "Evan... I have one more favor to ask of you." The goddess knew that this comment would surely piss Evan off. She had already asked for so much this evening, and everything she had asked for came with something for Evan in return. However, she was quite confident that what she would say next would cut through all of that.

"Before you take your sword back with you..." Dehaljadrun said, her hands running down Evan's chest before moving under his arms and coming up through to get a hand gently around his neck. "...I want you to mark me with it." With that, she withdrew from Evan completely, tossing one more glance over her shoulder before walking to the center of the large, ornate room and turning to face Evan, her body open and vulnerable as she waited for him to decide how to respond.