Freya:
I lounged in my throne, a languid smile curving my lips as I watched Bell Cranel train. Each movement, each exertion of his strength, sent waves of desire rolling through me. That boy—no, that man—was perfection incarnate: agile, powerful, and beautiful in a way only mortals could dream of. My Odr. My favorite child.
His recent achievements—ascending to Level 9 at record pace—only made him more intoxicating. The raw potential brimming in him… it drew me in like a moth to flame.
When he strode into the hall, his usual confident gait making my purple eyes gleam, I could barely contain myself.
"Bell-kun! Welcome back, my Odr.~" I purred, letting my allure swell to its fullest. Unlike my passive, divine aura, this was pure temptation incarnate.
He smiled, his voice low, warm: "Hi, my Goddess! You're prettier than ever, as expected of my beautiful Goddess."
I blushed, pressing him tightly into my chest. Even as a goddess, this warmth, this mortal devotion… it thrilled me.
(Bell POV)
Her embrace felt like a cloud wrapping around me. Her scent was divine—sweet, heady, intoxicating—and I almost lost myself in it. But when our eyes met, all hesitation vanished. The longing mirrored in her gaze erased every doubt, leaving only instinct and desire.
"Let's go to my bedroom," she whispered, voice husky and teasing. "We'll continue our 'talk' there, okay, my Odr?"
I didn't hesitate. I lifted her in a princess carry, her laughter ringing in my ears as I walked us past Horn, who merely narrowed her one visible eye but didn't interfere. I shut the door behind us and pressed Freya to the wall, capturing her lips in a kiss that was urgent and hungry.
Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer. I quickly adapted to her rhythm, learning her body with tentative, reverent touches. Soon, our moans filled the room, only separating when air was necessary.
"Take me… to bed… Baby.~" she murmured, a needy plea that sent a shiver down my spine.
I carried her onto the bed, laying her gently on her back, my hands sliding over the curves that had haunted my dreams. "This is my first time, Freya… please take care of me," I admitted, voice a mix of shyness and determination.
"Aw, what a sweet little boy," she cooed, eyes glimmering with lust. "I'll show you… how it's done."
I began to follow her instructions, climbing atop her and showering her face with kisses. I traced my lips down her neck, over her collarbones, to the swell of her breasts. I cupped them, rolling her nipples between my fingers before leaning down to take them into my mouth, sucking, teasing, eliciting soft squeals and moans.
"Ah… Bell… yes… just like that…" Freya whispered, arching into me, hands gripping my hair and shoulders. Her words, her reactions, guided me.
Encouraged, I leaned lower, parting her thighs and letting my tongue find her most sensitive places. Freya gasped, a delicate moan escaping as my lips and tongue worked her over.
"Yes… Bell… ohh… don't stop…" she shivered, body writhing under me. Her hips bucked, pressing against my mouth as I licked and sucked with increasing confidence, learning in real-time what brought her the most pleasure.
Her back arched sharply as she came, a stream of divine nectar flowing over my lips. I drank eagerly, tasting her, savoring every drop, while her fingers threaded through my hair, holding me close even as her body trembled.
Once her trembling subsided, I pulled Bell down under me, straddling him. I lowered myself onto his length, gasping as I felt him fill me. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging lightly into his skin, as I rode him with practiced grace, hips rocking and rolling to drive us both wild.
"Bell… oh gods… You feel so good…" she moaned, eyes closed in ecstasy, voice husky and pleading. Every movement was a lesson in passion, each tilt of my hips designed to show him the depths of pleasure.
I could feel him learning too—his hands tracing my curves, exploring my back, my breasts, guiding me in tandem with my own motions. We moved as one, rhythm building, a dance of desire and intimacy.
"Freya… I'm… close…" I groaned, thrusts growing harder and faster.
"Yes… yes, Bell… together… now!" she gasped, arching into me.
We came together, her orgasm crashing over us first, then mine, the room filled with our shared moans and whispered praises. For a long time, we simply clung to each other, bodies slick, hearts racing, breathing heavy.
Outside, Horn leaned against the door, cheeks flushed, hand slipping under her dress as she watched silently. She had been caught between fascination and arousal, enjoying the private display as her own desire swelled. Her fingers moved with careful, secret rhythm, her body trembling as she neared release.
The sounds from inside—the cries, the gasps, the intimate murmurs—drove her over the edge. With a final shudder, she came quietly, leaning against the door, flushed and trembling before letting herself slump to the floor. Horn's long silver hair fell around her face as she drifted off into a satisfied, guilty sleep.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains. Bell lay half inside Freya, bodies tangled, both exhausted but sated. Freya's arms curled around him, face resting against his chest. Horn, hidden behind the door, breathed softly, eyes closed in a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction, still flushed from her private indulgence.
The room was silent save for the soft sounds of contented breathing. The goddess of love, lust, and beauty rested beside her mortal, and all was right in their small, secret world.