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[hythlodaeus]

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"Oh? Yes, how can I help you?"

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just expect nsfw from here on to some degree

[amaure]

[The image quality is pretty awful, and he could do with some better lighting, yet despite that there isn't any way he does not recognize Hythlodaeus' body. The truest confirmation that it is indeed him, and he finds himself stirring with myriad emotions and thoughts—some less than modest, but who can blame him?

Hythlodaeus' comment doesn't help anything either, considering he's right. Dirk and himself did just finish with their...disagreement, of sorts.]

So many large men? Well, I would think you've your preferred company as well, how fortunate for your travels. I'm sure they will keep you plenty warm while enduring those snowy nights.

I also have no idea what you are talking about, these marks are naught more than the result of resting in one spot for too long. Perhaps the bedding had some too many wrinkles, leaving my skin agitated. Nothing more.

[And yet he does not send another image. Curious.]

just fucking up a perfectly good inbox

[hythlodaeus]

You must be joking. I have the most sexless band of men I've ever met with me.

Is that so? Has your bed-marked skin left you shy?

[amaure]

That's right, you are traveling with Estinien, aren't you?

I am hardly shy, I merely worry that your twelve thousand year long slumber has diluted your senses, is all. Eye sight not quite as sharp as it once was, and all that? Perhaps that is merely a consequence of being in this world. Dulls the senses.

[hythlodaeus]

And Hermes.

Has time dulled my senses or has age dulled your wits? What's with the delay? Are you having difficulty with getting ready for your performance?

[amaure]

[If the mention of Hermes wasn't enough to make his Sisyphean task of getting hard again even more difficult, the needling certainly is.

He frowns down at himself, before turning back to his 'Gear.]

Right, him. Dare I ask how that is fairing?

But listen, while you were erect the moment you awoke from your eons of slumber, these mortal bodies are not quite equip with such virile energy.

Give me a moment.

[hythlodaeus]

Well enough. He knows little about anything of import. I have no intention of cluing him in, either. This serves as good of a distraction as any.

[ But this is hardly remotely erotic conversation, is it. But tormenting Hades is always fun. ]

Try sticking a finger up your rear.

[amaure]

[He'll touch on the Hermes bit when he isn't trying to fluff himself.]

Absolutely not, you're fortunate enough that I am attempting this at all for you, given where I am. I need not your useless suggestions.

[The lack of an image suggests otherwise.]

[hythlodaeus]

You would ignore my expertise? Very well, I shall trust yours.

Though... In my own experience... That is rather effective on you.

But let's try it your way!

[amaure]

[There isn't any response for a good few minutes. It might even seem as though no response will come at all. Perhaps something happened? Who knows!

Except, exactly seven minutes and forty-three seconds later Hythlodaeus gets an image of Emet's erect dick in hand.]

Happy?

[Guess which method he ended up going with.]

[hythlodaeus]

[ Hythlodaeus is starting to get bored by the time the picture actually shows up. He was trying not to get too far ahead and had begun to doze when the alert comes to him. He checks the time stamp, rearranges himself in his makeshift bed to take a picture to send back. The lighting is a little better, and it's apparent from the light that there's snow outside the tent. He's clearly making a sacrifice here. He decides he'll criticize him and ask about it afterwards. ]

Nearly. Is it too much to ask to see your seed painted against your abdomen? With your frail mortal body and all.

[amaure]

Is it too much to ask for you to be less vexing while I gift you with such illicit images of myself?

[Of course the one he's received certainly helps him along, but there's also the need to be stealthy considering someone could come in and hear him. That is it's own excitement, of course, but not quite one he's wanting to endure at the moment.]

Are you certain you should be entertaining this debauchery? Freezing your phallus solid is hardly worth an orgasm.

[hythlodaeus]

Yes.
[ He sends another picture. He seems nearly ready to burst. ]

Come now, my blood is hot enough right now to keep me warm. If you're trying to get out of finishing, however, that is quite another thing. I will extend amnesty to you if you are too tired to continue. But know that I will take what is mine in twofold later.

[amaure]

[That picture and those words are near enough to make him burst. Which is why it takes him a couple minutes before Hythlodaeus gets a reply, but when he does, it's the picture he requested.]

I should like to think you will do so regardless. However, I have made quite the mess of myself after I had just showered, you best be grateful.

If you will excuse me, I must needs take care of that. We shall talk more anon.

[Goddammit Hythlodaeus, he had meant to talk to you about things a smidge more important than doing this, but it's far too easy to forget oneself when...well, Hythlodaeus wants these sorts of things from him.]

[hythlodaeus]

Of course I'm grateful!

Yes, anon.

[hythlodaeus]

[Hythlodaeus finishes and documents as well, but thinks it will be funnier to send that photo once he figures that he's in a more populated area. Plus, he made him wait a total of ten minutes for his photos. So it's only fair. ]

[amaure]

[Fortunately it is only a few minutes to wash the evidence off of himself, though he is left to wonder why Hythlodaeus never returned an image in kind, but it's fine. He'll deal with it. He doesn't need more distraction while he's trying to have a real conversation here!]

Now that your perverse whims have been met, can we speak on matters a touch more important? Say the Dirk situation for instance?

[hythlodaeus]

[ It does take him a few minutes to finish and clean. He settles back into his sleeping bag, almost ready to just doze off. ]

Don't be ridiculous. This was the most important thing.

Ah yes. The Dirk situation. Is he alright? I think I caught him off guard.

[amaure]

Really.

Anyway, yes he will be all right. He's merely sensitive, a newly made god of sorts, or so the mortals of his reality has named him such. He is our equal in the same sense that the Sundered might have been had I succeeded in the Rejoinings. Unlike us, however, he had not come from a paradise where all were the same level of eternal, and so he is unfortunately burdened with some vestigial mortal failings.

Am I to assume he enlightened you of your shade? Not that you knew not of its existence before, but rather what it meant to him.

[And me, he fails to add.]

[hythlodaeus]

He was incredibly touchy about all of that. He said relatively little but also very, very much. He neither confirmed or denied the truth of what I anticipate to be the tale of an incredibly sordid love affair or bitter rivalry. It was a little hard to glean.

He did ensure that I knew how long two years is to regular folk around here, however. Few details followed.

You are sleeping with him, aren't you?

[amaure]

Yes.

[It's a single reply, but then he follows with:]

To all of that, in case you were wondering. He and your shade shared a rather antagonistic relationship, but it worked for the two of them, even if he tries to deny it. Likewise I am with him, taken him under my wing so to speak.

[Once again he's left out his involvement with sleeping with the shade of Hythlodaeus. Is it embarrassment, perhaps? Humiliation at admitting he slept with an animate sex doll of his dead lover? Maybe.]

[hythlodaeus]

[ Too bad that's a huge glaring fucking thing in this equation. ]

And the shade?

[amaure]

What of him?

[Yes he's going to drag this out.]

[hythlodaeus]

What was your relationship with the shade? You've neglected to mention.

[amaure]

I did as any responsible creator would have and took care of him. I did not think that needed mentioning.

[hythlodaeus]

So this Dirk fellow was having intercourse with him, you were having intercourse with Dirk, and... What? That's it? If I choose to believe your words precisely as stated I must also ask how many other of your creations have you cared for 'twixt the sheets?