truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
What is this feeling that seems to consume his body as he presses against Eris? The scent of her seems to fill him up and leave him aching for more and her voice slides into his skull like silk, coiling around every piece of his body until he is sucked into her. Maybe it was the sense of possession for she had rightfully claimed her place at his side and he had done so as well. There was no backing out of such a moment; no withdrawing of love, or whatever it is that drove them to claim each other as mates. In this moment with her surrounding him and him claiming her he forgets all about the black wench of his past. He forgets that Naamah ever existed and held part of him in her claws; he forgets she tried to crush him like a bug. All he thinks and feels and sees is Eris.
Enderly is almost surprised that she does not fight him in this moment. She nips at him and he moves around her in that swift half-deranged manner of his, grabbing hold and getting ready and she lets him with a sort of hesitant acceptance. This time wipes away the last dredges of memory of the last goddess who had dug her tentacles into him, leaving instead a bright and burning memory with the alabaster female and her tainted black lip.
He slides back to the ground with a sort of satisfaction that gives way to less than graceful movements and a sort of glazed look on his face, matched only by the look on hers as well. Eris doesn't respond to his movements at first until he presses his cheek into her, his scent now staining her entire body and claiming her for his own. Let no other male dare touch the body that is Eris lest Enderly rip them to shreds, the wily trickster turned feral.
The way she leans into him isn't seductive so much as needing support for exhaustion and he smirks at her, moving his own body to support her relaxed one. Perhaps he should have brought down a small deer for them since it seemed they would both be hungry again soon, but it seemed time to rest with her.
"I think they would not scorn you but envy you, for do they have one whose touch elicits such a response?" He murmurs, rubbing his maw across her jaw to make his point.
"Besides, what good is it being a goddess and having everything but nothing?"
"How do you feel, my goddess? It is the start of a new day. Sleep, food, or mischief?"