arm. And really, it’d been little more than a love tap. He’d become a masochist in his old age, he decided because he was having much too much fun vexing the little tigress.
Leaning into her until their shoulders brushed he whispered into her ear. “Baba Yaga, you may not know this yet, but I’m a god and powerful as you are. You could never turn me into a slug.”
She shivered when he pulled back, but the look she gave him inched hotly through his blood. “It would be to your detriment to ever underestimate me, Fellatio.”
And once more, he laughed.
He might have said more if a strange and beastly little imp hadn’t materialized before them. The creature was unsightly, deformed, long-limbed. It stood inside the fire but seemed unaffected by it even though nothing in the cosmos burned hotter than dragon fire.
“Ah, Peabrain, to what do I owe the honor?” Baba said, and for a moment, Freyr suffered a strange moment of...well, something. Some emotion made him curl his fist and bite down on his back teeth sharply because the obvious note of relief in her voice when she’d greeted the demon imp made him think that maybe she hadn’t enjoyed their banter as much as he.
Peabrain glowered angrily at her. The effect of the imp’s obvious scorn was so shocking to Freyr that he wondered if Baba was aware that there was now an enemy with them. “Hello, witch,” he spat. He turned his fiery eyes on Freyr. “And witch’s future sex toy.”
Freyr snorted. Okay, so maybe the demon wasn’t all that bad after all.
“I come with news from Calypso and Aphrodite.”
“Oh, goodie,” Baba groaned. “Can’t wait.”
Peabrain hissed like a feral cat in heat. Straightening his knobby shoulders, he looked straight ahead and intoned, “Tonight and tomorrow shall be a day of rest for all players. Take this time to not only get to know one another but to build your shelter and secure vittles.”
Baba nodded as though his words were sensible. But all Freyr could do was frown and look around. What rocks there were, were hardly big enough to build a home with. Forget a hut built of wood or moss. There wasn’t even any water around to turn the sea of dirt into mud for bricks. What exactly were they going to be building a shelter out of?
To Baba, Peabrain said, “In two days time, you’ll face your first trial against the Dark Queen.”
Baba inhaled deeply, and Freyr noted a calculating look cross her face.
“Sounds like fun.” The pretty witch curled her fingers around her pendant, and there was a definite note of bloodlust in her tone that caused Freyr’s own blood to simmer and boil.
He’d always been more of the make-love-not-war type of god, but the thought of this woman covered in crimson definitely caused his cock to twitch. He couldn’t wait to see her in action.
“You can use whatever magick you have at your disposal. Be aware she will have hers too, and she’s not without considerable talent.” The way Peabrain had said it sounded lascivious.
Freyr didn’t trust this little imp. Not a bit.
“Bah.” Baba scoffed, swatting at his words as though swatting off an offending mosquito.
Baba Yaga’s arrogance normally would have turned him off. She was no goddess, and though she was a powerful witch, he’d seen his fair share. But something about her, an indefinable quality made him believe she might just be the best there ever was or ever would be. Freyr salivated at the thought of all that power.
The demon hopped forward, holding a small copper bowl in his hand. “This is for you.”
“Ah!” She cooed, yanking the small object into her hands almost lovingly.
Completely lost, Freyr couldn’t possibly understand the significance or importance of such an object. Maybe it was for her to cook with? He was hungry, come to think of it. He rubbed his stomach, wondering what the woman would make for him. Her fingers played lovingly along the inside of the hammered metal bowl. She must really love her
Leaning into her until their shoulders brushed he whispered into her ear. “Baba Yaga, you may not know this yet, but I’m a god and powerful as you are. You could never turn me into a slug.”
She shivered when he pulled back, but the look she gave him inched hotly through his blood. “It would be to your detriment to ever underestimate me, Fellatio.”
And once more, he laughed.
He might have said more if a strange and beastly little imp hadn’t materialized before them. The creature was unsightly, deformed, long-limbed. It stood inside the fire but seemed unaffected by it even though nothing in the cosmos burned hotter than dragon fire.
“Ah, Peabrain, to what do I owe the honor?” Baba said, and for a moment, Freyr suffered a strange moment of...well, something. Some emotion made him curl his fist and bite down on his back teeth sharply because the obvious note of relief in her voice when she’d greeted the demon imp made him think that maybe she hadn’t enjoyed their banter as much as he.
Peabrain glowered angrily at her. The effect of the imp’s obvious scorn was so shocking to Freyr that he wondered if Baba was aware that there was now an enemy with them. “Hello, witch,” he spat. He turned his fiery eyes on Freyr. “And witch’s future sex toy.”
Freyr snorted. Okay, so maybe the demon wasn’t all that bad after all.
“I come with news from Calypso and Aphrodite.”
“Oh, goodie,” Baba groaned. “Can’t wait.”
Peabrain hissed like a feral cat in heat. Straightening his knobby shoulders, he looked straight ahead and intoned, “Tonight and tomorrow shall be a day of rest for all players. Take this time to not only get to know one another but to build your shelter and secure vittles.”
Baba nodded as though his words were sensible. But all Freyr could do was frown and look around. What rocks there were, were hardly big enough to build a home with. Forget a hut built of wood or moss. There wasn’t even any water around to turn the sea of dirt into mud for bricks. What exactly were they going to be building a shelter out of?
To Baba, Peabrain said, “In two days time, you’ll face your first trial against the Dark Queen.”
Baba inhaled deeply, and Freyr noted a calculating look cross her face.
“Sounds like fun.” The pretty witch curled her fingers around her pendant, and there was a definite note of bloodlust in her tone that caused Freyr’s own blood to simmer and boil.
He’d always been more of the make-love-not-war type of god, but the thought of this woman covered in crimson definitely caused his cock to twitch. He couldn’t wait to see her in action.
“You can use whatever magick you have at your disposal. Be aware she will have hers too, and she’s not without considerable talent.” The way Peabrain had said it sounded lascivious.
Freyr didn’t trust this little imp. Not a bit.
“Bah.” Baba scoffed, swatting at his words as though swatting off an offending mosquito.
Baba Yaga’s arrogance normally would have turned him off. She was no goddess, and though she was a powerful witch, he’d seen his fair share. But something about her, an indefinable quality made him believe she might just be the best there ever was or ever would be. Freyr salivated at the thought of all that power.
The demon hopped forward, holding a small copper bowl in his hand. “This is for you.”
“Ah!” She cooed, yanking the small object into her hands almost lovingly.
Completely lost, Freyr couldn’t possibly understand the significance or importance of such an object. Maybe it was for her to cook with? He was hungry, come to think of it. He rubbed his stomach, wondering what the woman would make for him. Her fingers played lovingly along the inside of the hammered metal bowl. She must really love her