Lahmu Keep

[Bloodedge]

"Same," said Albertus. If they both enjoyed finding out new things, they were both in for one hell of a time this night. As for her position of choice, it was the simplest and most easily-translated thing he could think of. Creators had an optimal method at their disposal which involved both parties sitting in a way; her suggestion was therefore something natural to him. Meron, however, thought different of it. None from Albertus' world and time would know why she thought it was a selfish request.

Actually... Albertus' confusion may have become tangible if he heard something else along those lines. Something had to be done about the way Meron viewed life and sex. "It's not imposing, it's not selfish. What we're about to do isn't for me; it's for us. What's the point if you don't get what you want in the end?" he mused as a genuine curiosity. Whatever Meron thought of this insight, they would progress. His shirt was being tugged on. What a shame; he'd soon have to free his hands for a moment. Well, that was best done sooner rather than later. Albertus released the woman's breast and thigh before wriggling his way out of that shirt. Beneath was something totally natural to his world, his people: a sculpted torso that any conscious existence could only consider perfect with its chiseled musculature and lack of excess in all regards. He didn't harp on the reveal of himself or anything. No, he took the time he had to reach out for Meron again. This time, he made sure eye-contact was maintained while rubbing both of her bare thighs from above. "You put yourself down too much. That's alright though; I'll pick you up."

[Apollymi]

Both of them would enjoy the things they'd discover this night, but apparently one of them had their imagination go a lot farther than the other. Meron was a woman who seemed to be quite simple, or rather... life had taught her to be rather simple both because of culture and the way her relationship had played out. She'd gone into an almost reclusive state hiding away in her home at some point, even so, here was Albertus to help her out. One such manner of doing so had to do with his understanding of her words however skewed they were.

In a moment like this, Albertus spoke to Meron of her desires. He made it clear in this moment that she was neither imposing upon him, nor being selfish. Admittedly, experience had told her very different, but this man had given her no reason to distrust him directly so she'd take his word on her lack of imposition. Then he posed to her a question and it was one she'd never properly thought to ask herself, if they were completing a cooperative experience, why shouldn't she also get what she wanted out of it. So much so far, she'd been taught to give of herself without any thought of taking anything, she was almost shocked by the utterance. "I... hm, I never really considered what the point would be, but at the time I thought I was getting what I wanted..." she said tentatively. Perhaps she'd always been thinking about it wrong. Perhaps she'd just been tricked into giving more of herself than the exchange was worth?

Whatever the case, there was now an entirely different problem to look into. Her tugging at his shirt had him stop touching her for a moment only to wiggle out of it. When he did, she got a look at him unclothed and was stunned. This man had perfect musculature hidden beneath a shirt and she was almost appalled by the fact that she'd not noticed before now. How was he just skipping past this reveal while talking to make her feel better? He was looking her in the eye and that was also rather comforting as well, still she couldn't really let it go. Even while maintaining that eye contact and feeling his hands against her thighs she let a thought slip out of her head. "I'm willing to bet you can pick up anything you want... we can't skip over this you know..." she said gesturing to this man's torso.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus figured he had little to nothing else worth offering in terms of life advice, but apparently not all wells ran dry. Meron seemed to have one epiphany after another since their meeting earlier this night. He didn't mind; it was quite satisfying to be of use in such ways. He'd never turn down an opportunity to help innocents along. That was especially to be the case for one he'd linked his immortal soul to. "Oh come on, you can't just think you're getting what you want. Feel it. If it doesn't feel perfect, then it's not," he said plainly.

His hands had a great deal to grasp with those thighs alone. He had much to see within those giant blue pools lodged into Meron's face. It seemed she had a fair amount to look at as well, considering her sudden pause after his shirt rose overhead. Oh, was he to find out that something else about him was outlandish? It had always been the case that those considered 'gods' were perfect in every way, some select few even possessing a special trait beyond perfection itself. Something of a quip passed Meron's lips. She claimed he could pick up anything he wanted, gesturing immediately afterwards to his upper body. They couldn't skip over this? But... he was still busy rubbing her thighs, his concern very much elsewhere. "I can pick up a few things. And what? What's the big deal?" With that question asked, Albertus leaned further inward until he could begin licking the woman's neck once again. They didn't seem to be progressing very quickly, but that wouldn't keep him from doing something.

[Apollymi]

According to Albertus thinking she was getting what she wanted wasn't enough... she had to feel it? And if it didn't feel perfect it wasn't right? What strange advice this man had to give. And so very useful... "I'll remember," strangely this woman always took what this man had to say and etched it into the depths of her memories. She knew for certain that this man could help her heal her broken heart and beyond that, that he was just a good person.

Ah, but there was more at stake here than just her heart. Her body was currently being rubbed against as he downplayed the ideal of his physique being at all distracting. He seemed to be quite busy with her large thighs but now she was beyond distracted taking in a chiseled physique and a perfect visage. "Um, the big deal is... you're perfect!" she exclaimed seeming to look at him in greater detail, her hands placed on his shoulders. Actually those hands trailed over muscled chest and abdomen she changed her mind about her word choice. "No, not perfect, better than perfect. Godly? Yeah... that sounds closer to right than anything else," she mused as her eyes traveled back towards his though not without a few more obviously distracted downward glances. This man had what had to be the biggest tool she'd ever seen, gave good advice, had a charming face, has a rocking body, and the fluids of his loins tasted like mineral water. It wasn't fair in the world for anyone to be this far above the denizens of humanity. Those lips of hers pouted at the thought of such perfection, she had to experience it for herself right... someone had to!

[Bloodedge]

While he kept himself occupied with Meron's neck and legs, the woman explained her earlier utterance. According to her, he was perfect, or rather... godly. That made perfect sense to Albertus. He was godly by mortal standards simply because he was an actual god. That probably wasn't something he could actually say in this world. Yes, he'd leave Meron to think whatever she liked. After all, she obviously had some intention to stick with her train of thought as her hands traversed the full front of his torso. "If that's what you want to think, I'll leave you to it. Sounds like you're into it," he mused.

There was hardly a need to remain concerned about Meron's observation. Unless she had something to take issue with, Albertus would continue moving onward without worry. "You don't have much room to talk though, do you? A goddess couldn't even make herself look like you," he said. Perhaps the strangest thing about this admission was its truth. Albertus hadn't lied; he hadn't even exaggerated. He knew goddesses of all sorts and how they worked. No matter how much mana one accepted, that alone couldn't make a figure like Meron's into one's natural state of being. Well... perhaps one could arbitrarily force the matter for a time, but this additional curvature was something possible only with the material world's physics in full effect.

[Apollymi]

Albertus was busying himself with Meron's neck and legs, she gasped only slightly being fairly certain that it was desire alone that had her feeling a bit antsy while he touched her and nothing nearly as negative as she was used to feeling. She'd told him his form was godly and he'd only committed to allowing her to believe in its truth. Too bad, she wasn't just exaggerating this man was literally the sort of being who could have been every girl's favorite man. "I don't think it's a matter of want. I am certain it isn't just me... and yes, I'm definitely into it~" she said while looking this man over her hands coming to rest where his torso ended over his pants. She'd gently trace those lines down to the button of his pants if only to help him out.

Ah but what was this, he wasn't just content to accept her praises either. According to Albertus goddesses couldn't make themselves like her? How very unrealistic! But... that was a compliment right? Yes, definitely a compliment. And she wasn't used to anyone appreciating her form in that sort of way... so what could she do besides blush harder as he paid attention to her. "I... well... if you say so," she finally settled on that statement. Still she leaned in to peck his neck gently. She couldn't help it, wanting to appreciate his sentiments while being incapable of believing him fully. She didn't see herself the way he saw her, but maybe, just maybe she'd try out having the sort of confidence in herself that he seemed to express about her.

[Bloodedge]

"Maybe it's not. Or, maybe it is. Who cares either way, right?" Albertus asked rhetorically. Of course he knew the truth; it wasn't just her. It was only the natural order of things that dictated his physical perfection. In this case however, it was only imperative what Meron thought. He wasn't here to serve the world itself by creating, he wasn't here to be viewed and worshipped by all people for power and status. He was here only so Meron and himself could entertain themselves and each other, so his prerogative was that and that alone.

Even Meron was onboard with the plan. She brushed off his compliment just as casually as he brushed off what was said about him. Surely she had little reason to take his words as truth, but... since when was there a line between objectivity and subjectivity? Albertus didn't remember such a thing existing, so it couldn't have been very thick at all. Now then, Meron's hand had traveled quite far since being placed on his chest. She settled around his beltline presumably as a hint to the time in their endeavor. With that, one of his hands left her body to grasp his own trousers and tug down. He'd be freed soon enough with only a slight lift being required to let his trousers fall beneath the floating bed.

[Apollymi]

"Right." It didn't matter if she was fawning all over him along with the whole of humanity. Here and now he was hers to have and as such she'd find herself easily falling prey to his antics. Whatever he was, he was currently the most interesting person on the planet to her, and she was keen to find out how much more that could be true.

That traveling hand of hers found his hips and he acquiesced to an unspoken wish, freeing himself from his trousers and leaving them to fall into the floor beneath her bed in time. She couldn't keep her eyes, nor hands off this man, seeming to find him to be almost irresistible. This man's existence didn't seem fair at all... he seemed to tug at her a bit more than she remembered, but she was also still a little tipsy. That was probably for the best, given it would have been rather hard for her to move forward without a little bit of liquid courage. Ah, well that didn't matter now at all. Whatever he decided to do, she'd go along with it as he prepared assumably for the position she'd suggested, unless it would just be something to happen a bit later. Just the same she couldn't seem to keep her hands or eyes off this man. Her eyes traveled the full expanse of his body even down to his exposed legs and manhood, while she continued to wonder what she'd done in life to deserve a romp with such a divine creature. Even just watching him remove his clothes had her nearly lost for breath and not at all sure she should take on this situation at all.

[Bloodedge]

Albertus was officially without the impediment of clothes, and there was Meron, watching constantly and appraising him with no less purpose. Eyes wandered up and down... mostly down. All the while, there were no words shared between the two. The last thing Meron did was give an affirmative response to Albertus' rhetoric. Since then, there had been nothing but his nudity and her observation.

Ah, but there was something to be done, wasn't there? There was no point in Meron wondering what she'd done to deserve this encounter. Sometimes, things simply happened with no explanation. She was in the right place at the right time, and so was he. This stroke of luck would lead to the pair of them having a very interesting time for the foreseeable future. It would all start with penetration, as these things tended to. They'd spent some time mucking about in the limousine, and Albertus had a sense for his partner's readiness. There was always a chance of him being a bit off in this world, but... he had faith. "So, am I wrong about how this works? You said you wanted to be the one on top. If there's something else to making that happen, let me know. I still might be missing something~"

[Apollymi]

A very naked man was occupying the same room as Meron, and that hadn't happened in long enough that she was questioning her good fortune. While stared at each other for a while and the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. Even so, there was something they were supposed to be doing and she'd managed to let herself get a bit distracted with just the visuals. Actually, this was definitely the sort of man she could have just looked at all day and been happy to have seen. Ah, but she wouldn't just be looking today and she'd done far more than that in the last couple of hours already. So when he finally spoke and broke her concentration her eyes immediately wandered up and she realized she'd been both silent and staring for quite a while.

Meron would always have the grace to look a little embarrassed at least, even so scooted herself over and patted the edge of her bed, finally managing to pull her eyes away. "Full disclosure, you're really distracting naked~" she teased just a bit. "But no you probably aren't missing anything, you can lay here..." she said pointing to the large expanse of bedspace beside her. Whenever he took that space she'd shift herself so she was hovering over him, her legs straddling him on either side. Once again distracted enough to just be looking down into this man's face. There would be several things to cross her mind in these moments. One of those things, was elation because looking down at this man was no less flattering of his physique than anything else so far. Another was about this process of hers, which involved moving her underwear aside and while doing so still finding herself more than ready for this endeavor and third was realizing that she'd never actually done this before and thus would need to do a bit to get everything where it needed to be. She slid herself along his manhood with the intention of lining them up, only to remember upon making contact with it that it was bare and she'd intended to use a condom. Ah, but she hated condoms... everyone did. And, it felt so nice and all she was doing was rubbing against it. Actually, she couldn't really stop herself immediately from sliding back down it, even though she'd reached the tip and should have been properly aligning herself for penetration. No. Instead she was content to tease her already dripping loins and somehow she was becoming more stimulated just from the act. How dangerous.