“Yes, Oroth suits. It’s Old Elvish, and in the common tongue it means ‘righteous, mighty fury,’ or thereabouts. Translations are sometimes dif...icult.”“Oroth,” Aran said again, louder this time, and the blade seemed to sigh in contentment as the glow slowly receded until it was back to normal, cold steel.“I feel like something very important just happened,” Sara said slowly, looking between Aran and Lynelle.Aran agreed, though he couldn’t say exactly what had changed. A glance at the sky showed. "Mighty Odin, my name is Levena and I have a request for you. " The warrior said, still bowed before her goddess."What is it Levena? Is there some pleasure you are missing, one that I have failed to provide?" Odin was almost offended, how could someone have a request when she had so graciously provided everything that these warriors could want. They had all the opponents they'd ever wish to fight with no chance of dying and more food and drink than they could ever consume in a thousand. She didn’t think it possible, but her own sex responded to him and she came in a gush again, her own cum mingling with his and running in rivulets down her inner thighs. Waves of passion crashed and recoiled, each bringing spasm and something akin to cramp in smaller blasts of energy until her body settled down in sated pleasure.They snoozed in a contented muddle of arms and legs. Sleeping the petit mort of two lovers entwined and satisfied.After eating some more of the delicious fruit, Jane. "Naughty boy," said Dan. "You've got the wrong underwear on."Simon almost jumped out of his skin. He wondered when Alison had woken up. "Okay, okay. If you insist." He hunted through Alison's underwear and came up with a red silk stocking and panties set. "How about these?" Very slutty. I think they'd suit you." Dan replied with a smile.Simon wasn't sure how to take that comment and concentrated on getting the stockings on without snagging them instead. He was still fairly worried about wearing.