She laughs, the sound bright and joyous. "I am tempted to try, see what happens," she muses. One hand reaches for the ointment, then starts spreading it on his shoulders and his chest.
"There are other sacred stories, after all, among those who do not till the earth. A chase, a hunt, that ends not in blood but in a coupling." Her grin turns a little wicked. "Or a seduction, for the God of the Hunt can be coaxed to use the spear between his legs and not the one in his hands."
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Date: 2024-07-13 05:06 pm (UTC)"There are other sacred stories, after all, among those who do not till the earth. A chase, a hunt, that ends not in blood but in a coupling." Her grin turns a little wicked. "Or a seduction, for the God of the Hunt can be coaxed to use the spear between his legs and not the one in his hands."