Interlude 3- 10- Unexpected Partner (NSFW)

  The Citadel- Private Quarters- 21stday of the month of Niffle of the 6983 GR (Late Night)

  Nath’aniel-

  Nath'aniel didn't react to the sound of his doors opening. He was expecting Rogue to join him tonight. Sam had also agreed to let the young tribeswoman, especially after Betsy pointed out that it was her night that was getting taken away from them. Still, his rge lover wouldn't let him leave the Hall for bed without her showing more public dispys of her affection for him.

  Instead, the mage continued to remove his robes, and tossed them into the collection bin, which a Utility Construct would ter bring downstairs and wash it and the other clothes piled into the metal box. That actually caused him to frown at the sight of a pile, as they should have already collected the clothes already present.

  Then Nath’aniel’s frown deepened when he felt arms and breasts press into his back. While the action was quite simir to Rogue's usual behavior, however, it was the feeling of much rger breasts touching him that confused him. For while the teenage tribeswoman was indeed busty for her age, what was currently pressing into him was even rger than Sam's, so when he turned his head and saw that it was Freya embracing him and not his agreed-upon lover he wasn't completely surprised.

  The smell of ale and mead was heavy on her breath when she whispered to him. "While I have agreed to also keep you presence to myself for now, I do believe I am deserving of a reward for my services."

  As she kissed his colrbone, he asked. “How did you get her and where is Rogue?”

  Freya kissed his shoulder before answering him. “Your young mortal’s bravery lost out to her embarrassment.” She gave him another kiss to the side of neck. “And I am a goddess of the hunt, I can go unseen if I so chose.” A st kiss was pced on his cheek before she released him from the embrace.

  He looked her up and down, fully aware of her curves and shape that would draw in many competitors for her time. Making him feel his throat go slightly dry, but still he asked. “And what reward do you seek?”

  The goddess took a step back, and unhooked a strap on her armor, as she expins. "My mentor would only talk about three things when I served as her squire. The hunt, duty…” She made sure their eyes connected before saying the st topic. “…and you. I have heard over a hundred times from her the strategy you two use for her to catch a boar and present it to her father."

  He didn’t really recall being all that helpful, he just conjured a sudden noise that caused the boar to run towards her awaiting spear. Yet his voice was still, as Nath’aniel watched her unce the top of her armor, before removing it from her person, exposing her rge and aroused breasts.

  Freya smirked and smiled as he stared, and let him take his time to appreciate her exposed body, as it gave her time unce her leggings as she also stare back at his mostly unclothed form. It was only when said legging fell from her hips, which was when the mage noticed that she had already removed her boots before coming into his quarters.

  Seeing the scars on her waist and thighs drew Nath'aniel to her side, he didn't cast an appraisal spell, instead, he just traced the cuts near her womb, as he did he asked. "You wish to mate, because of her stories?"

  "I expected to find her stories of you overblown." Her words hinted that she didn't want him even now, but her actions told him the opposite, as Freya's hands touched his body, one tracing the Servant markings on his free arm, while the other tried to raise him to purpose. Her face inched closer till it was almost touching his before she continued her answer. "And yet what you dispyed against those forts, if anything confirmed them. And the Servants you have made could challenge any Lord of our King's court…" Her voice now matched her actions, heavy with passion and lust. “… I am, the Goddess of the Hunt, and you are, just another type of prey!”

  Her words were not loud, nor were they offensive, and were it not for Mage Sight, Nath’aniel wouldn’t have known that she had uses some form of Ascended ability on him. Yet even with that knowledge, he was a prisoner as his body acted on instincts normally suppressed.

  His hands grasped her hips and turned her around before he bent over slightly he quickly shoved his undergarments halfway to his knees before plunging his manhood into her scared valley. A valley, that while damp, was in no way really ready for what they intended to do.

  So he pulled out and teased with one hand and the tip of his manhood her for a bit, rubbing the folds of her valley's tips and opening, while his other hand kneaded and rubbed her overly rge breast. Freya didn't moan, but she did gasp when he pulled out of her, and then she hummed approval of his following actions.

  “Better.” She muttered when he reentered her.

  Then he readjusted his grip, his hands on either side of her hips, before he started to move. Not slow, but not his fastest either. The mage wanted to make sure he wouldn’t slip out again, and once he was comfortable that he wouldn’t, and then he went his fastest. His chest to her back as only their groins were moving, like animals they didn’t speak or share anything to the other, the only noises were grunts and gasps for a long while.

  Almost like they were made for each other, both mortal and goddess found release at the same time. His seed spitting repeated into her deeps, while her valley flooded both their legs with her nectar.

  Yet they were not done, only after a very short moment to breathe, Freya walked with him, as he slid the few feet to the foot of his bed, then his manhood slipped out, but the goddess’ hand quickly found it and rubbed him back to attention, before she sat down though she turned around so that she could face him once they were settled.

  Again, without words, she guided him back into her. This time it was her that did most of the moving. Freya rode, and rode him. Then she broke their animal like states, as she softly mutters. “So good.”

  This causes Nath'aniel to reach up and start pying with her breasts again, at his touch she slows her movements on him, but after a moment she returns to her fast rutting, but it only st until he leans down and sucks on one of her nipples. That causes her to stop her rising as her first moan to burst forth from her mouth. Freya just sits there as he mauls, licks, and sucks her breasts for a time.

  His mind starts to clear when her hands come to the side of his head, and by the time Freya lifts her up to make them stare into each other’s eyes, whatever she had done to him was past and his thoughts were his again.

  “Do whatever you did to make your lover pregnant to me.” The goddess demands.

  Nath’aniel frowns and asks. “Are you sure?”

  They just stare at each other for a moment, before she gives him her reasoning. “Your betrothed is not here because of my mistake. You and I can make her anew. And together we can do it right this time.”

  The mage finally breaks eye contact to mutter. "I'm not sure how this works." That earns him a painful ear tug. Still, he pces a hand on her belly, before bathing her with Light Force energy. "No guarantee that this works, it's not like it's a proper spell." He admits before he starts thrusting up into her.

  Nath'aniel doesn't want to, but he subconsciously compares the goddess to his other two lovers. Her body is much fuller and more mature than either of the other two, but she is about as firm and perky as Sam's body, but isn't as soft as his Assassin. And in truth, he has to say that Betsy's garden is tighter and more interactive than the goddess' valley.

  As he contemptes this, he maintains pouring energy into the woman's belly and womb, and she seems to become much more motivated to bring him to release, as she increases the speed that she pushes off of him. He begins having a hard time trying to time his thrusts which eventually leads to him slipping out of her.

  Freya quickly finds him and reinserts him into her, and to prevent further accidents she shifts her legs so that they are behind his back. It doesn't take much more after this to cause him to release again into her. Both stop moving, as again the first taste of seed into her causes her to also reach climax.

  He leans back this time, needing to catch his breath, unlike st time.

  Freya clearly doesn’t, as while he is recovering her hands start exploring his body. First his abs and chest, then his arms and hands. “Your body feels like one of ours, fit and mighty… I find it much to my liking.” She eventually admits.

  Nath’aniel doesn’t know why, but that comment reminds him of his childhood friend, and he starts ughing at the comparison.