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Then Freyr took another step, and the fabric shifted, revealing tree-trunk thighs and an ass so perfect Jack nearly groaned.
The god's voice rumbled, low and knowing.
"See something you like, little mortal?" Jack swallowed.
'Fuck.'
Jack's breath hitched as he forced himself to meet Freyr's gaze, despite the way his pulse thundered in his ears.
"Who are you?" he managed, voice rough.
Freyr's grin widened, teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Ah. Manners." He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his piercing eyes.
"Freyr. Fertility. Harvest. Pleasure." A deliberate pause.