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TASK: OLLIE WILL PRAY FOR POWER

Ollie had brought himself before the statue of Freyr, the many boar themed décor around him. He had been apprehensive about coming here before hand. Luckily, he had journeyed with a friend before coming here. It was a nice talk with the other half god. Though of course, he'd admit to it being a rather distracting one. The son of Freyr looks up at the statue of his fatther, a few quick glances where aimed down at his feet as Ollie could feel himself get nervous. He hadn't thought about what he'd say to his father. When he was younger, Ollie had always imagined him dead. Possibly better for the both of them, considering his thoughts about him at the time.

Coming face to face with him now with a favor to ask from him, however, Ollie wasn't sure what to do or what to think. The rage he had felt before wasn't there anymore, not when he's been able to meet people like himself in the process- meet people like Amant. What he had felt instead was fear. Fear of loosing these people to things outside of his control, fear of loosing them to places and things they couldn't recover from. The nectar on his lips, once tasting sweet from the peach he had ate on the journey here, had now felt like a stain Ollie was stubbornly aware of. He kneels down before the statue before he began his prayer.

"Hello… Uh, I'm not sure how I'm meant to begin something like this. I'm not sure if you'd listen, but… Things are getting more complicated the deeper we go on this journey. The more things we find out, the bigger the risks become, the bigger our losses… Freyr.. Father. I need a way to protect them." Ollie bows his head, his hands coming up to his eyes as they began to well up, "I have to make sure they come back from this war. All of them… So please, if there's a way to do that, please, I'll give anything." He breathes out against the heavy air filled with incense, awaiting his father's answer.

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"Well, in case it starts growing pincers." Ollie pats the other half god on the back, "Consider me first in line." He winks playfully at Snow. The son of Freyr might not have the best qualities for engaging discussion, but he certainly hoped Snow had felt at home. Knowing only what went on along the pastures of his hometown and nothing more, Ollie would understand if life on the island was a surprise for some.

"Any of the sights remind you of home?" Ollie asks randomly, basking in the cool mist around from the waterfall. He was curious about the half gods he fought besides with. Often wondered what aspects of their previous lives followed them to the ark. Perhaps it was his inhibitions subsiding from the drink that caused this curiosity to grow. Though, of course, Ollie often did little to filter himself in front of others, for better or worse.

"Well... of, not from." Snow muttered while taking in the sights. The size of their local waterfall was impressive. He craned over the edge with his tall form and tried to see the bottom where a pool of water should be, but could only faintly spot the edge through this thick mist. Every spot Ollie guided him through was akin to illustrations in fantasy books the artist studied in the past.

"Ollie... are you okay?" He replied to the accusatory ask, but couldn't stifle the laugh that followed. Sobering after, Snow sighed and shook his head. Head tilted up, he admired the spillway, uncertain if he wanted to know the look Ollie must be giving him right now. "I mean... no, I come in peace... and cum normal too. Y'all are freaks, but I wont yuck your yum."

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Ollie had never thought what it meant to be connected to someone like this, especially while being impaled by that someone's cock. As their paces quickened, so did the movements of Ollie's body. It felt surreal. Even his own breathes seemed to be tied to the stroking pattern of his hole with Amant's cock. Gasps and moans exit Ollie's mouth, Amant's swollen head catching and strumming along the insides of his body. The melody sung as his dance partner presses against each thread of sensitive muscle within Ollie. His moans exhaled against Amant's lips as a result, a soft and constant mewl against the son of Iku's lips. Ollie was certainly finding himself transformed the more time he spent at the ark, the more time he spent with Amant and in his arms. Once a little shepherd and now it seems a sheep, bleating while in the arms of a man who carries him through a field of pleasure.

From a faun, Ollie was now finding himself as Amant's songbird. His soft moans grew into more prominent groans and grunts as Ollie was brought closer to Amant's embrace. His eyes stayed staring into Amant's, a brief hint of greed flashing within them as the son of Iku whispered between them. Part of Ollie wished he wasn't able to understand the prose leaving Amant's lips. Wanting to live in blissful ignorance as his dance partner lifted his hips into him with each praise and command brought from his tantalizing breath. There would be no excuse now in not being able to give Amant exactly what he wanted. It drove Ollie to near madness, the need to follow this new shepherd blidly and perhaps wishing to be the only person to do so. He could feel himself snug around the length of Amant's cock, squeezing slightly as the son of Freyr was brought against the bathroom door.

Repositioned and ready for their next sequence, Ollie drags his hands across the other half god's chest, feeling Amant's body labor against his palms. All for the prospect of pleasing each other, all to make something incredible together as they had before. His hands run back up to hold behind Amant's strong shoulders and head as Ollie crashed their lips together. His tongue craving to taste the other, submitting to the other's so there was no waging any war of tongues just yet. Moans were brought to the other's mouth, an offering from the son of Freyr as the rough strumming of Amant's cock inside his hole continued to bring Ollie higher in pleasure. His own cock had begun taking the role of a metronome, swinging back and forth with how stiff he was, threads a precum coating both their divine bodies.

It pained him in a way. Never one to shy from his sins but embrace them yet he would ask for forgiveness this day. For the way he was about to ruin this pretty little thing with his greedy cock. Their eyes never broke as he stared into that jeweled gaze, hissing once his he made the first breach. Amant pushed himself in as he was guided and didn't stop until he Ollie's ring was half on his cock. Slow as he dragged his hips back feeling ever ridge and pull of Ollie's hole. He stopped keeping the tip inside of him and eased in a little deeper. Working back and forth, inch by inch, the hiss on his tongue turning into a growl in his chest. As something darker than the southern gentleman awoke inside of him.

"Beau...beau...beau..." Forehead pressing into Ollie. Toes gripping the floor and hand gripping the wall as he maintained keeping his partner in the air. Ollie was safe in his arms even if he was about to be at the mercy of Amant's darker desires. "Ouvre-moi pour moi faon...oui...oui...c'est ça...bon garçon." A rewarding kiss for each inch more Ollie took of him. Slow paced until his cock was as buried deep into Ollie's hole as he had been in his mouth. But the next slow stride out was not as slow coming back in. Once he bridged the tight opening to the full length of him he pulled back only to slam in. Like a he was testing the keys of the piano. He drew in lines at different angles till he found the note of Ollie's song. "Oui..." There it was. That bull of nerves flicked against his cock. "...chanter pour Amant."

Resting Ollie's back against the door while one hand shifted to grip his neck. Left hand around the side of the neck gripping the back with four fingers while his thumb pressed into Ollie's chin. The right hand going to the back of Ollie's left leg, gripping him as he held him at a perfect angle. "Chanter..." He hissed in command. Hips slamming into Ollie creating an echoed beat of bodies clashing through his home. The slapping of his balls creating the tempo of his 'bow'. Ollie his violin now as his the tip of his cock bowed against Ollie's prostate like a set of strings. His breaths becoming unsteady and frantic as he lost himself in the music they made. Wanting to hear the heights of Ollie's pleasure fill his home like a symphony heard for the first time. Drums...violins...pianos...a songtress...Amant could hear it all and he became a slave to it. Driven mad by the warm slick of Ollie's hole and moans of sweet music he made.

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"My Da's the god Freyr, god of peace, prosperity, good harvests, and more importantly, fertility." Ollie couldn't help but wink at the word fertility. He brought a drink over to the fellow half god as he joined Kane in sitting down.

"Though, he is a Norse god so, many of them are war-like in their own right." He adds with a chummy smile.

"So your dad or mom was the God of...what again?" Kane knew enough about his own father to get by, he knew the bare minimum about the rest of the Greek pantheon, but when it came to the others, he'd not taken the time to look into them.

"I'm sure that's cool an' all, but they ain't the God of fuckin' war now are they."

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for the son of asteria || @yourfirstsnow location: fate's oasis ↦ waterfall

"A child of the stars? Would that make you an alien?" Ollie couldn't help but ponder about the fellow half god walking besides him. He had invited the other to some drinks at the Fate's Oasis before Ollie had gotten the sudden urge to walk about the island. Wouldn't be the first time the son of Freyr had let the first thought he has dictate his actions. In Ollie's defense, walking around the island did allow for the two to look at its many sights, like the mist cradled waterfall they both managed to reach. And with such a stimulating sight before them, of course, there had to be stimulating conversation to join it. "You're not going to lay eggs in us, right? Well, at least... Not unless we ask?"

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for the son of tezcatlipoca || @ofthenightskies location: shopping strip + first threads.

"Well, come on. Get out here, I want to see if it looks good on you!" Ollie calls out from within the shop. The half god of Freyr leans against the wall adjacent to the fitting rooms, curiously looking at the looms of thread and the sheets of fabric across the shop. Ollie hadn't planned on spending the day somewhere that would make him a shirt, much less required him to wear one. But what he did plan on was spending more time with the son of Tezcatlipoca. Being in a handful of quests together, Ollie had seen how impressive he was in action. And after the last couple of choice quests involving swamps, bugs and bloody environments, Ollie thought this would be a good place to start in bonding with the fellow half god.

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"Sounds like a magical life you got raised in." Ollie began to say, walking besides the other half god. He didn't know if he did well to hide it, but Ollie wanted him. A piece within himself was always eager to melt under his touch, so easily lead by Amant's fingers, his body obeying and marching to whichever direction they pointed to. Ollie wanted him, wanted him worshipped. Perhaps after this thing with his father, the son of Freyr would be able to from the comfort of his lodges. Though an ache within Ollie not caused by the son of Iku was still felt. "Back in No Place, there wasn't a bunch of magic to believe in. Though, I suppose it didn't stop me from believing in stuff like trolls and faerie rings, red strings, stuff like that." There was a pause at the mention of red string from the son of Freyr before he redirects their conversation.

"Ah. Voodoo." Ollie nods at the mention of the practice being linked to his family. There was a sort of innate wonder with the fantastical within the son of Freyr, no matter the obscurity or apparent taboo other realms of mysticism held. Ollie seemed drawn to it all. "Would that mean I'd have to stop eating red sauced foods around you now, I wonder? Or is it white sauced foods, since… you know?" Ollie asks in jest, hoping Amant wouldn't mind the mention of certain superstitions regarding voodoo and food. Ollie didn't think anything of superstitions of course, knowing full well he's swallowed more than his fair share of Amant's "white sauce". Yet, the son of Freyr wouldn't have minded being spiritually influenced to be with the taller man.

Perhaps it was a subconscious excuse from within Ollie to not reach the statue of Freyr? Or at the very least not approach it on his own. He holds to take Amant's hand in his, keeping the son of Iku's touch against his face as Ollie's listens to his words. He knew Amant was a poet with words much like himself, though to hear the care and concern the son of Iku had for him, it was heartwarming for the son of Freyr. Ollie couldn't help to brush his nectar stained lips against Amant's. "Good thing for you. Parents tend to like me." Ollie chimes, his hand smoothing itself across Amant's chest and torso. A playful grin growing against his lips before he places a lingering kiss onto the half god's cheek. "But I'll make sure there's decades between our meeting." He tries to reassure him. "I'll try… for you."

"You ever think about what that means for people like us?" Ollie begins to say, the tread of his steps getting slower as they continued their walk. "D… Meeting parents like yours?"

It was hard. Well, Amant was also a bit hard in that moment. Ollie was becoming something of a drug for him. Wanting to spend hours, watching the sun rise and fell from the sky, laid against the naked body of him. To cover that pale skin in sweat, love marks and cum. Use his body as a canvas for all of Amant's sins and desires. Even now as they walked side by side he wanted nothing more than to strip him down and be inside of him. Put on a show for all that passed by to witness how beautiful Ollie looked impaled by his cock at either end. See those lips slide across his...fuck, he needed to focus. He needed to pull back and clear his head. But like any addict that was harder to do with each hit of him. But no, Ollie needed more than his cock right now. He needed support in something Amant could offer him.

"The way I was raised I've been surrounded by gods and death my whole life." They were pretty close to the shrines but he stopped and pulled them to the side. Turning Ollie to face him while Amant rested his back against the wall. Sucking the last bit of fruit from the peach's seed before finding somewhere to toss it. "My mama's family owes a funeral home, my step father is a preacher of his own church and my gran gran...well, she's a little on the side of the swamp from them. She practices voodoo or the old ways." Hoping such a thing wouldn't scare away Ollie as it had a few others. Amant was well known in his home but his ties to Mama Josephine caused many to avoid him. In fear of ever crossing her path for wronging her grandson. "This..." He waved to the mystical world around him. "...is still new to me but my eyes were open a long time ago to things people fear and keep to shadows."

Fingers strokes against Ollie's cheek. Hard not to touch him whenever he was close. "It can be scary going to the gods. I personally prefer speaking to them my way and not knelt before some statue. But...you have to make that step. On your own time. Know that the blessing of your father can be a great power to have. With all that's going on...I want you to be as prepared as any. I'd rather you never have to come face to face with my father...if you get my drift." Amant was accepting of death and the beauty of it's celebration. But there was something haunting in the back of Ollie's gaze that made him fear the day those eyes no longer shined for him. "Don't get me wrong you are divine creature all your own with or without your daddy's say so. Amant has no doubt you'll accomplish great things, mon petit faon."

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"I'll say this much, your absence was felt." Ollie says with a wide grin. "And I say it because it's true, not because I enjoy seeing the view of you when I spellcast it from the back." He winks mischievously. "Getting those last three out of there felt so surreal. I think I managed to get in a few licks myself, but these scrawny looking fighters are a lot tougher than they seem. They deserve most of the credit." He chuckles.

"It definitely feels cathartic to see the buggers fall." Ollie chimes. He hadn't known Aleki long, but he couldn't help wanting to impress the other man. Sure, Ollie definitely had a few tricks up his sleeves when it came to combat, but Aleki could boil the ground beneath your feet. It didn't help he seemed easy to get along with. "In any case, I hope to see around more often than not. Beetles or not, you're good company to keep. Hell, why don't we get a couple of drinks to celebrate?"

it must be overdramatic, but aleki felt indignant when he heard that the arkies set a new beetle record without him. sure, the pain inflicted by those little shits were still very real ────── but he found it quite therapeutic at this point. fighting without the threat of death. fighting to express all of his grievances that he could never say out loud. but aleki also knew that he couldn't really be mad at anyone for not giving him an invite to the trip. he must have been somewhere else. and he hadn't really been himself lately ; making himself scarce, training and training and training if he wasn't out in the wild to clear his head. but aleki couldn't really say no this particular invite. he barely knew anything about ollie, and maybe getting to know him would be a great distraction from everything else that was happening in his head. " it must have been very tough. i mean once you get those three beetles at the same time, it usually feels like the end is near . . . " aleki chuckled. matching electra's record to defeat five beetles took everything they had at the time, so maybe defeating seven beetles this time around was a testament to how strong they had gotten since. " but i'm glad that it seems like you had fun. with all the horrors we gotta face every other day, the beetles definitely offer something more laidback . . . "

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"There might be some debate on who exactly is kidnapping who." Ollie couldn't help but chuckle against Amant's chest as his arm was repositioned and in turn brought closer to the son of Iku. The ever present smile when around Amant pressing itself into him as he walked besides the other half god in close proximity. He didn't mean for it, but being so close in both proximity and familiarity, Ollie couldn't help but take in the other's natural scent. He would have more restraint in his action had Amant not started their quote unquote "innocent" walk through the woods. However, Ollie was sure he couldn't have held himself back if his life depended on it. He was so intrigued how the two seemed to meld together perfectly. A weight of equal measure on different sides to a scale. One of feathers and one of bones, both in perfect balance when together. Ollie takes his free hand and wraps it around Amant's hips as they continue across the path to the temple summit, his soft smile moving across Amant's shirt as the son of Freyr looks up at him. "But I would enjoy a trip to New Orleans. I'm sure I could earn a few beads around my neck from you. Maybe even a pearl necklace."

"Defile? I'm pretty sure what we did last time doesn't count as defiling. Blasphemous? Definitely. Might have to get on my knees later on to repent. Worshipping of idols, it's a pretty serious sin." Ollie sighs softly against Amant's chest. He hadn't thought about what it meant to find a dance partner he got along this well with while staying at the ark. The son of Freyr had signed up for war in a sense, there wasn't much imagination to what would happen in Ollie's mind after answering such a call. Knowing what he knew now about the world, about monsters and mischief, darkness and dragons, Ollie wondered what would happen if he hadn't traveled to the ark. Would he have met Amant later in life; perhaps in his last moments? Would he still feel that pull towards the half god that he felt now? Would it always?

He takes a bite from the peach Amant shares. His thoughts about what would be and what wouldn't exiting him through another breath against the half god's chest.

"I haven't talked much with him." He begins to say a bit nervously. "Haven't really tried to since I got here. Not because I haven't been wanting to, I have just… Well, I guess you can say I've been enjoying my time on the island just fine without. That probably makes me sound like a prick, but I have been wanting to. Don't want to admit it, but it's made me a bit nervous. Giant beetles are one thing, gods that are meant to be your ma and pa, well… I think you understand what I'm going on about, yeah?" He chuckles nervously, his arms beginning to part from Amant's side, the hand behind his back searching to intertwine their fingers together.

If Amant hadn't been told of Ollie's demigod status he would've assumed he was some sort of mythical creature. Or maybe Amant was just smitten. Such a new experience that it could only be way of mystical nature that had him twisted so. Ollie, the demigod of life, the glowing essence of his 'father' running through his blood. He was the light clash against the darkness of Amant's father's gift of death. And yet the pair always swayed together like a dance, in the field of battle or comfort of their beds. Even their gaze that remained unbroken was contrast from one to the other. Ollie's eyes pure jewels illuminated by the light of life while Amant's eye reflected the pale darkness of the dead. But even the darkest soul craved the light. Much like the light...or Ollie for that matter craved for the darkness to be inside him again.

He mused to his own thoughts while taking the arm that reached for his shoulder and reposition it. Holding the fruit in the hold of his lips he took Ollie's arm to wrap round his waist while Amant pulled the smaller body closer to him, his longer arm wrapped around Ollie's shoulder. It just was a better fit for their walk. As Amant had planned to follow without invitation. He took the peach from the hold of his mouth with his hand returning it to Ollie's lips. Holding it for him to bite. Amant's hand passing it back and further for each to taste. "Sorry....I think when I went asking about your parent someone might've confused Freyr with Freya..." his thick accent being a problem as both names still sounded the same as he tried to differentiate them.

"Never been to England but a town called No Place? Now that sounds a visit for the books. You'll have to let me kidnap you for a week when Mardi Gras comes back around." Eager to explore Ollie's word as much as show his own. "I'll probably have more luck meeting your moms. Fathers never seem to care for me....always think I'm going to defile their child." When in most cases, including Ollie, the defiling has already occurred before meeting the folks.

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Keeping his eyes directly onto Amant's, Ollie continued to bob his head up and down his shaft. Using his tongue to push against the underside of Amant's cock, feeling at the large vein running under the son of Iku's wide cock. Ollie savors the taste of his shepherd's dick, the large head seemingly pulling even more hums and moans around Amant's thickness, only broken when Ollie swallows Amant's fresh taste down his throat. He continues to push his head closer towards Amant's crotch, Ollie's need to be filled by the son of Iku in not just one sense, but all. Already tasting him against his tongue, Ollie now needed him pressed against his nose for him to inhale.

He figures what would become of his throat without the half god resilience Ollie possessed. Would he have been reaped by the very man he desired? And he might get taken by Amant in more ways than one. Even now as a half god, the son of Freyr was having trouble keeping his lips to stay around Amant's base, to keep his nose pressed against Amant's navel to breath him in. Would he go to Valhalla for braving such a task? Would be allowed to enter when displaying such surrender towards the son of of Iku's touch and tug? The tap and bounce of his own cock could be heard against the bathroom tiled floor, springing itself to life with a thick thread of arousal connecting to head to the small puddle of precum. His arousal getting more prominent with each second Amant's taste made a home across his tongue and throat.

Ollie give a low whimper as he's separated from the source of Amant's taste, though he wasted no time, scrambling a hand behind himself to take a hold of Amant's slicked up size. There was a smirk Ollie couldn't bother hiding on his lips as he gave the son of Iku a few more strokes, or rather help Amant stroke himself. Ollie was enjoying how the other half god was basically fucking himself into his hand. He gives him a teasing squeeze before following up on Amant's command. Feeling the head of Amant's cock catch and release itself clumsily around the son of Freyr's hole. While Ollie appreciated a brief hello and goodbye as much as the next guy, the son of Freyr was afraid he needed a bit more than a couple seconds of connection to fulfill his desires with Amant.

Ollie's strong arms keep a firm hold across Amant's shoulders, helping in keeping their bodies together, keeping their kiss connected, and soon in enjoying their bodies connecting together. The son of Freyr lines Amant's cock against his hole before feeling the son of Iku pushing his hips into him once more. Ollie's free hand joins the other in holding onto Amant's shoulders, the perfect hand placement for a couple of dancers in the middle of a lift. His eyes continue to look into Amant's, ready for whatever tours en l'air his dance partner had in store for him.

"Bon garçon..." The Creole born complimenting the 'good boy' as he started to work on Amant's member. The sight of it melded with the sparkle of desire in that gaze had his toes crawling against the wood floor. Then with sheer will and effort Ollie began to swallow him. Letting the still building girth of cock grow further once it hit that first resistance pressure in his throat. Amant did nothing to regulate his motions. Letting Ollie familiarize himself with bath fresh rod as he wet and gagged on the tip. Feeling that vibration of Ollie's moans down to his balls. What started as a hum in Amant's throat turned into a grow in his chest. The control he tried to maintain as he felt the need to deepen their connection further. Hands letting go of the brown curls that hand tangled through his fingers to smooth across Ollie's face. "...that's it...open up for me....my petit faon."

The name came out of the air. Dubbing the son of Freya as his 'little fawn'. A title meant to be a compliment more than a leash. Ollie did not belong to him but in this moment he was apart of his story. And what a tale that had already spun in battle was now being extended to pleasure. Amant started to rock his hips back slowly, pushing himself just a bit deeper into that throat. Not the whole length, even if Ollie could take it. This was a dance, an equal sway of shared enjoyment for them both. He didn't need Ollie to choke just needed him to take it. Needed the taste of Amant to be buried so deep into his mouth that he could recall it from line up of others. A new flavor to crave even when Amant was away. Biting into his bottom lip as he tried to maintain a controlled rhythm but feeling himself push even further just see that look of need in Ollie's eyes. Fingers making way to the back of Ollie's head as he lightly fucked that sweet throat so open to him.

"Fuck..." Amant wanted more, wanted to go deeper. But didn't want to damage that throat and ruin Ollie's song. So he needed something else to find rest for his needy cock. Pulling it out of Ollie's mouth with a pop Amant lowered to reward his dance partner with a kiss. To sooth those puff lips for a job well done as he pulled Ollie to his feet. "Hold on to me." His tone far more commanding than before as he lowered again and pulled his arms between Ollie's legs, lifting him from the ground with ease. Once those legs were secure on his shoulder his kisses became sweeter than his command. Tongue taking place of the cock he could still taste in Ollie's mouth. Yet his hips never stopped their rocking, his lower half operating with a mind of it's own. The member slick saliva pressed against Ollie's hole and sliding through the divide of his soft cheeks. "Guide me in." Again his voice demanded in between the airy kisses against Ollie's lips.

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There was a glimmer of mischief in Ollie's eyes as Amant made his presence known to him. The same thoughts of laying with the son of Iku at the very spot he stood, dealing in shadows within the shadows, it was a stubborn image to shake off. Though of course, with the two half gods being who they were, Ollie didn't expect their sudden meet in the woods to be fully innocent. His lips continue to hold that mischievous smile as Amant's tongue cleaned him. He bit his his own lip as he watched the son of Iku take a bite of his fruit. There was something to be said about the amount of times Ollie's bitten his own lip while Amant sunk his teeth into something belonging to him. For him to say something about it now, however, Ollie was sure would lead to the two joining their shadows into the dark depths of the forest. Perhaps to never be seen again, or at least walked in on by someone else.

"To my father, actually. I'd have fly back to England to pay my respects to my mother if that were the case." Ollie corrects him, his own hand coming up to clean himself from the fruit's stray nectar, his eyes never leaving Amant's. He wanted to suggest the two continue their conversation at his lodgings, demonstrate a bit of kneeling of his own to the son of Iku, but the conversation about their parents shifted Ollie's priorities. He still had to pay his respects after all. "Maybe after we're done here, I can take you to see my mother."

"Visiting a little town called 'No Place' seems like something you would like." Ollie brings an arm across Amant's shoulder, just the one since the son of Freyr's height didn't exactly lend Ollie the reach to do so. He didn't mind it though, it got them walking along the temple path just fine.

It wasn't his intention to stalk the other. Amant had found himself in the shadows reading a book of poetry for his time of leisure. The life of the party finding more comfort in the dark than he once felt under the bright lights of the Amphitheater. Not that he didn't still love to put on a show and be the center of a party, just finding a new need to be away from others. Though the balance was shifting by the day. His focus were on the pages when he felt it...that sense of life. A light in the dark that only he could see. Attention taken from his pages he followed the light already knowing the source. Dark, pale eyes followed Ollie as he sucked his lips against the sweet nectar, dripping from his mouth. Staying hidden until it seemed he was not the only one that could sense the other.

His pearly white smile the only showing of him in the cover of shadows like a Cheshire Cat. Ollie tempting him into the light while every urge in him wished to pull the other into the dark and ravish him. But he followed to the call of the extended hand. Stuffing the book into the back of his waistband. He wondered if Ollie knew he was there all along, tempting him with his messy eating. "You missed a spot..." The brush of his knuckle pushing Ollie's chin up as Amant came in a licked the sticky sweet stain from his fawn's neck. Ending with sucking on what remained from his lips. Acting as if the gesture was as causal as any other. His free hand tried to sneakingly take the fruit from Oliie but his fingers fumbled against the holder. Still able to take it into his hand and take a bite for himself. "Oui...though I tend to do most of my prayer in the privacy of my home. Is that where you are headed? To pay respect to your mother?"

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For the Son of Iku || @graveyardgason Location: Forest/Temple Path 👉👈

Sweet nectar trailed down the corner of Ollie's mouth as he took a bite from a peach. He was walking through the temple path near the island's forest, admiring the many statues of the different gods and goddesses along the path towards the mountain summit. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, the fruits nectar nearly making its way down Ollie's neck and collecting between his collar bone. Finishing the fruit, Ollie finds himself close to a stream of water. Deciding to wash his hands in the stream, Ollie couldn't help the feeling of being watched. A knowing smiles grows on Ollie's lips. "I can tell you're there, Monsieur Dubois."

"You should know you're no bother, you company is always a welcomed one, Amant." The gait of the son of Freyr was boastful and full of swagger and as he saunters closer to the son of Iku. The shorter half god stepping with confidence into the shadowy canopy of the forest with an inviting hand towards Amant. It takes some resisting to not bring Amant's hand to his lips, but Ollie manages. What he does instead is motion to the temple path nearby. He takes a couple steps closer to Amant, partly to be closer to the other half god, but to also step away from the view of the temple path. The statues of the Arkies' parents in view. "Have you found the one belonging to your parent?"

[halfpint-halfgod]

Even when denied a kiss from his dance partner, a smile manages to spread itself across Ollie's lips. His eyes glaring with desire as they look between the pair of sweet tasting lips in front of him. Eyes that stay with the pair as he sink down to his knees, his view now looking in to the one eyed monster housed between Amant's legs. Ollie looks up to Amant's own inviting eyes as his lips are covered once more in his release. His tongue travels out to catch whatever more of Amant's seed onto his tongue, the taste earning a low moan against his dance partner's tip. Picturing how Amant had released in his tub just moments ago, thinking about how those streams of white mixed in the bath, curious about how much more his dance partner had in him.

Ollie gives a slight nod as his eyes stay on Amant's. His face brushes against Amant's length, feeling the warmth of his size against his cheek. His hands come up towards the son of Iku's legs, comfortably settled, kneeling in front of him as if he belonged there. Feeling the tug of his dance partner's fingers at his hair, his stoic expression remains. He brings his hands up towards Amant's thighs, that need to connect to the son of Iku traveling up his fingers as they travel up and rest onto Amant's hips.

Ollie's breath shakes slightly as he moves under Amant's cock head, lips exhale a cool breath before sinking Amant's head past his lips. The son of Freyr hums as they nurse slightly on the tip, savoring the taste of his spent cock. His eyes remain on Amant's as Ollie's take more of his length into his mouth. A low moan occasionally broken by some sputtering and gagging as Ollie tries to further accommodate Amant into his throat. If they were meant to fit together in battle, Ollie would find a way to have Amant fit inside of him as well.

Amant smiled as that tongue tasted his skin. Eyes unable to turn away from such an enchanting creature such as Ollie. The wickedness and divinity in him vibrating across his greedy tongue. From the moment he caught sight of the little fawn Amant wanted him. Wanted to see how deep he could bury himself between those lips and thighs. But when their powers merged that craving turned into something he never experienced before. Not wishing to cage the creature from the world but wanting to claim it at the same time. He smirked, a hand coming again to deny Ollie the pleasure of a kiss. "Tsk, tsk...no no my petit faon...not there." Keeping their eyes locked as he found it hard to turn from those jewels in Ollie's socket. He guided his guest to his knees till his cock stood face to face with him. "...here." A thumb stoking along Ollie's bottom lip spreading his mouth. As he smeared more of his seed across them from the source. "You need to clean up this mess you made."

Again he toyed with the other. Letting his cock stroke over Ollie's lips but denying him the pleasure of taking it into his mouth. There was just something maddening of how beautiful that face looked next to his cock. Picasso couldn't paint this sight and do it any justice as being there first hand. When the building of denial had become too much for even him to maintain he let his member find comfort in the warmth of that waiting mouth. "Putain..." He growled as his hands fall away to give Ollie freedom to take on the duty he promised. Amant's head falling back only for a moment as he had to steady his feet. Looking down he smoothed fingers through Ollie's hair with a slight grip. Tilting his head up a bit. "Eyes on me." He instructed as he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of both his mouth and his enchanting gaze.

[halfpint-halfgod]

Ollie didn't mind whatever came to him. Definitely enjoyed Amant, definitely enjoy what came out of him. Not just in pleasure and physicality, but also his words. His voice. His lips. The brightness within Amant that Ollie felt when around him. Ollie's kisses seemed as though he were trying to search for it by tongue. Amant breathed a new curiosity into the son of Freyr. With each taste of his tongue, he tasted a new spark of ambition and power, eager to see if the taste was any more potent the deeper his tongue traveled within Amant's mouth. With each hum breathed into him, Ollie returned a breath of surrender.

Ollie's nose couldn't help but nudge against Amant's as he separated their kiss. The son of Freyr eats a dry swallow hungrily, his hooded eyes glued to the son of Iku's as he pants between them. Each pluck of his string stirring Ollie's need to reunite their lips even further. His mouth lunging forward but never connecting with Amant's. The teasing nature of the son of Iku beckoning a part of Ollie to chase after Amant's kiss as the son of Freyr's sounds were being chased after. To chase, but to never catch. To be caught, but never truly run away. A habit from being a shepherd, no doubt. Feeling Amant's large body enveloping his as the son of Iku's arm holds him as the instrument of pleasure that he's been wanting to be. The chord of his throat singing in soft moans as Amant prepares his hole for the other's instrument for pleasure. His eyes fluttering close for a while, loosing himself in the touch of his musician's hands. Ollie's arms still hold onto the fellow half god for support, chin resting against the son of Iku's hand.

Like a fledgling to its maker, Ollie bares his neck for Amant, offering the stretch of skin for any meeting of skin with his. To fulfill whatever purpose the son of Iku needed of his pulse, his body willing to give to Amant what it itself craved as from him. The son of Frey's lips parting at the delectable pressure on his neck. His tongue licking against his lip, imagining what it must have been that was sustaining the taller man as Ollie's arms wrapped themselves tighter around his shoulders. The feeling interrupted as he felt the wet tip of Amant's cock pushing against his stomach, a feeling he would hope to recreate from within. He swallows dryly as he watches the son of Iku bring him a sample of his essence. Ollie moans against Amant's fingers as the thin film was coated across his lips. His moans then enveloped by the other's lips, an unfiltered enthusiasm of Amant's taste displayed with the son of Frey's moans.

Seeming to take Amant's request literally, it was Ollie's turn to stay the half god's chin. His tongue once again visited Amant's neck, each drag of Ollie's tongue starting against Amant's collarbone. Even though Amant was out of the shower, Ollie was sure he could taste that enticing essence across each inch of his soaked skin. His thumb brushing itself across the back of Amant's head, tenderly playing chords of his own as Ollie made his way below. His hand lets go and holds Amant's torso, awkwardly as Ollie might have been a bit spare compared to the son of Iku. Even so, it didn't stay his heated breathes across Amant's chest, his tongue pushing in between his dance partner's pecs before looking up at him as he drags and collects as much of their combined flavor on his tongue. His tongue continued to travel past Amant's collar bone, up his neck before reuniting their lips once again.

Amant had many flings, treasured but often short lived. Never one to be attached to someone long enough for them to penetrated anything lasting. Ollie was another story. Smitten would be a safe enough word to use but as those fingers touched him something awakened. A spark or a physical pull. As if the death in his blood craved the touch of life. Hungered for the opposite force. Once this close again he could feel it in waves across his bare skin, wanting...needing the power of the other. From the tips of his fingers to the slick patch of his tongue against wet skin, Amant felt the most salacious thoughts run through his mind. Ollie was sin wrapped in a facade of pure, divine light. He glowed almost, or maybe that was just the high he felt when their powers connected.

His arms wrapped around the smaller body wishing to claim it. Easing him from whatever other articles of clothes hindered him from Ollie's skin. Though their mouths never broke, only deepened. The hunger growing on Amant's tongue as it slithered into the others mouth trying to satisfy this new appetite. Once their bare bodies were pressed together with nothing but a breathe dividing them, his hands shifted to opposite ends. One coming to firmly hold Ollie under his chin, breaking their kiss only to toy and deny him just out of reach of another kiss. His other hand slid lower into the soft comfort of Ollie's ass. Fingers slipping through and letting the guitarist ridges of his fingers stroke at the exposed hole. Amant held Ollie like an instrument. One finger plucking at the strings of his bass as it sent song of bliss from those soft lips. "What a sweet sound..." Licking his lips as a finger breached into the warm hole. Slipping in and out like he was trying to tune him to find the best chord. "...I could listen to your song all day."

Mouth humming on Ollie's as he lowered to suck on the beat of his pulse. Fingers pushing a little deeper as he felt the thump of it race against his lips. He pulled back, putting enough space between them to give him a view of his cock beating up against Ollie's midsection. Already greedy with a need for more attention, never truly satisfied. "See there." The hand that played with Ollie's ring came to touch at the tip of Amant's dick. A small drip of precum building from the mix of sexual urges and divine powers. "You've gone and made a mess of me after I just got clean." He brought the smear of his seed on his finger and spread it over Ollie's lips. Letting it mix between their mouths as he leaned in for another kiss. "Think you should use that tongue and clean me up like you promised."

[halfpint-halfgod]

As the water droplets cascaded down across the half god's body, Ollie's gaze couldn't help but follow them. Down across the other's tall body, taking in the son of Iku's form as he proudly displayed it. A smirk continuing to stay on Ollie's lips as he studies the bath water across the half god's body, as if it had been the only thing of interest to the son of Freyr. The streaks of pale translucent white traveling across what Ollie was sure were blessings from Amant's divine parentage caused his own mouth to water as he watches a flowing path in particular that seamed to collect itself across the length of his dance partner. Hoping to become dance partners in more ways than one, Ollie follows Amant's lead, stepping closer to the taller man hips first as the son of Iku takes a hold of his belt loops, his own excitement ready to display itself as well.

"I was about to ask for you to take me for a dip as well, funnily enough." Ollie breathes out, his eyes now looking up into Amant's, a sly grin spread across his face. Ollie would admin, their combined efforts while fighting the beetles was impressive to him. Seeing two forces of seemingly opposite ends yield that much power together was exhilarating. Maybe it's what brought Ollie here in the first place? Maybe he two wanted to see in what other ways the half gods could recreated that feeling. To see in what other ways the half gods' bodies could surprise Ollie. "I wouldn't mind keeping you dry, dance partner..."

A hand reaches mindlessly for the towel that Amant had carried, his gaze still staring into the son of Iku's. A finger softly traces itself across the back of the other's hand. Perhaps it was an after shock of the fight's effects or perhaps it was a reaction to having Amant so close, but the feeling of his skin on his own felt magnetic. He couldn't help himself in take a clumsy hold of both Amant's hand and the towel. Amant was beyond beautiful to the son of Freyr, alluring enough for the fawn to not care about what shepherd calls his way. It is with that thought that Ollie takes the towel in his hand, drags it across Amant's large arm gently before dropping it to the floor.

"But I can clean you just as well with my tongue." Ollie breathes, dropping the towel before dragging his tongue against Amant's neck. Tasting the mix of bathwater and the half god's essence before sharing the taste into a kiss. Ollie had begun kicking off his pants, holding onto Amant's shoulder as he does so, poise and posed for the fellow half god to lead him.

Amant did not mind the prying eyes. The showmen enjoyed being watched as he did watching others. Had he known Ollie’s eyes were on him it would have only heightened the thrusts into his fist. Watching desire reflected in the eyes of one he knew pretty intimately as they were staring back at him. The merging of their powers left a lingering connection to the other. The son of death and son of life made a powerful pairing as they crushed one beetle after the other. Sure they didn’t meet the goal but it was a night to remember all the same. Those lustful eyes on him had his member already pulsate for more attention. As if the empty release into a hand wasn’t enough. He needed something warm to bury himself.

He stood, naked wonder in full view with water dripping from the body Amant took great pride in. Vanity one of the many sins he was a willing slave to. Letting Ollie get a peek as he watched from the display window of his bathroom before he nodded his head towards the front of the house. Amant grabbed a towel to dry himself enough not to drip too much on the floor. Skin still wet from bath as he opened his door not bothering to cover himself. What was the point? All he had was already seen by those gorgeous jewels of eyes set in Ollie’s pretty little head. “Well hello there…” reach out a hand to pull the other in by the belt loop of his pants and shutting the door behind him. “…my favorite dance partner come for another spin.”

The sheer difference in height was clear as Amant toward over the other. Like a wolf hovered over a lost fawn in his cave. Dark, hungry eyes drinking in a body that was sadly too clothed for his tastes. "It's too late to join in the bath but maybe you could help me dry off..." Holding out the towel for him. "...if you feel so inclined to assist."

[halfpint-halfgod]

Open Starter! Location: Amphitheater Time: Post-Beetles

"You think they'll play Wonderwall next?" Ollie asks in jest to the fellow half god next to him. He enjoyed many of the performer's songs and was more than happy to enjoy some time with the performer in some way afterwards. Of course, not immediately after, he did have company with him after all. Wanting to spend time with more half gods around the ark, Ollie had invited someone to view a couple of performances at the amphitheater and after the last couple of beetle matches, it was a break well deserved. He decides to turn to the other man sitting besides him.

"But can you believe we managed to get through seven beetle this time around?" Ollie began to say, "Shit was wicked. Even I got the chance to land the finishing blow on a couple of 'em."