Lenneth turned to her left and scowled slightly, the gentle corners of her mouth forced down to show a sign of mild discontent. Her fingers were held in loose fists, and her body remained relaxed, yet in a state of mild tension.

“Freya!” She said, more inquisitive than harsh. “Why have we stopped?” She took a look from left to right to see if she had missed anything, and realized that her initial reaction was both prudent and intelligent. For as far as she could see all that lay before her was the rolling grass of a long, low plain. In the distance there mountains, but they were far from their location. The scenery was simply and plain, a grassy mound that was framed above by a darkening blue sky. It was nearly dusk, and the wind was at a slight chill. Lenneth frowned a little deeper, and turned back to where Freya was floating, just a few feet above the strands of long, waving grass.

“We’ve work to do!” Lenneth called, this time raising an arm to signal her friend. The two had just come down from Valhalla, and Lenneth required the aide of Freya to guide her until she got accustomed to the world of the mortals. “Midgard isn’t long for existence! We must be hasty!” For the first time Freya turned to look at the other god, and her face was that of mild pleasure. Her blonde hair swept out and waved much like the four foot long strands of grass that surrounding them on all sides. Her shortened skirt rippled in the wind, and her left leg was mildly raised, as was her normal way of “standing.”

“Yes, we’ve work to do.” She stated simply, and then turned back to look towards the mountains. “But Midgard won’t die with the urgency you speak. There is time for it.”

Lenneth raised a blue-gray eyebrow slowly. “Time for what, Freya?” The blonde took a moment before replying, and when she did she faded from sight, only to reappear at Lenneth’s side before she spoke. The sight of her rippled and faded, and then the air beside Lenneth shimmered, as if to announce her soon reappearance. Freya let herself hover in the air, only inches away from where Lenneth stayed.

“There is time for friendship.” The blonde spoke in riddles, and raised a forefinger up to her lips. “Lenneth, it has been long since last we’ve met. My heart was joyful at hearing Odin’s command, that you would go to Midgard and I would be at your side. I only wish that I could stay with you to assist, but sadly my attention is needed more in our godly kingdom.”

Lenneth simply nodded, and for the first time began to understand what Freya spoke of. She dropped her frown and let her face return to stasis. She turned her head at the neck, and regarded the goddess of fertility once more.

“You wish to consummate.” The goddess of death spoke quietly, as if it was a question as much as it was a statement. To this Freya simply nodded, her focus still upon the mountain.

“The Goddess of Fertility desires it, yes.” The blonde goddess’ words were just as quiet as Lenneth’s, and her eyes close as she spoke them. “I have long missed the touch of other gods. The trouble in Valhalla has left all others occupied and worried. In a time of war there is no room for love, or even for the touch of passion.” The arms of Freya dropped to her sides, and she slowly began to descend to the ground of Midgard. She sank down below the grass, and the sound of her boots slightly thumping on the dirt could be heard just barely over the rush of wind and the rustle of green. Lenneth quietly followed suite, and soon the women stood together just feet below where they once hovered together.

“I request your time.” Freya stated simply, and turned to face Lenneth once again. The grass swept up to nearly the breasts of both women, and rustled around them like a consuming ocean. Freya’s fingers listlessly swept out and grasped at the blades, her textured skin coursing over the green and leaving it bent and bristled. Freya looked at Lenneth, who stood to face her with the same basic glance.

“And I request your body.” The fertility goddess made an addition to her last statement, and stepped forward to the Valkyrie. Though the errand of Valhalla was pressing on their minds, the desires of the flesh were a pressing matter, as well. As she stepped down upon the dirt Freya reached her right hand outwards, and slipped it inside the hand of Lenneth. Strong fingers clasped about her own, and Freya realized she had received an answer to her request. She stood only inches away from the mighty goddess of death, and smiled faintly.

“Your request will be granted.” Lenneth spoke in her dominating voice, and her fingers tightened around Freya’s hand. Without another word between the two Lenneth reached her free hand up, and cradled the cheek of Freya. Eyes were closed and lips were met, with Lenneth’s neck stretching down to press her own into her friend’s. A kiss was formed between two gods, and on the mortal world they stood, wrapped in passion by a connection of flesh. Tentatively Freya reached her own free arm up, and slipped it around Valkyrie’s armored back, pulling her closer and deeper into their kiss.

The tongues of gods danced together, moisture shared between lip and muscle, saliva seeping from the inward pores. A kiss shared between gods was never gentle, and the two forced lips together with passion and with lust, for that was what was known quite well amongst the sexuality of the gods. Romance was a frivolity that humans created to justify their desires, to the gods love was the same thing as unbridled sin.

Their hands parted and their arms wrapped about one another, Freya’s meeting around Lenneth’s waist and Lenneth’s hands gripping the fertility goddess’ fair shoulders. Together the two shimmered in the darkness, and the air around them wavered as it did when Freya teleported. There was a subtle flash of light, and Lenneth now stood naked, save for her mighty feathered helmet. Freya remained clothed, though her body quivered as she realized the change in her friend’s attire. The goddess of death was standing naked in a mortal field, her tongue deep within the mouth of another, enraptured with desire and a slave to the body’s will.

A rustle in the leaves proceeded a soft thump, and the body of Freya had been thrown onto the ground. The Valkyrie was on her without any pause, and the kiss had not broken while they both traveled into the dirt. What was seconds ago a tender grip became a forceful hold, and Freya’s eyes closed tight as she felt the hands of Lenneth squeeze her shoulders, with as much might as any male god could muster. Freya’s arms dropped amongst the dirt, and the backs of her hands fell into the stones and dirt below. As Lenneth squeezed her shoulders with strength, she felt as if she could barely breathe, let alone find the energy to raise her arms once more.

Without regret Lenneth forcefully pulled her lips away from Freya’s, and then let the grip on her shoulders die. She pressed her bare knees down into the dirt, and forced Freya’s legs apart by wedging her mass in between her own. Valkyrie looked down at the prone body of Freya with a squint in her eyes, and she said nothing. Her lips were mildly turned down in a dominant frown, and they were covered with what appeared to be a translucent fluid, the saliva of the other goddess.

“You requested this.” Lenneth said without tenderness as she then rose and stepped out over Freya’s body. She stood directly over the face of the other god before kneeling, and letting her bare sex collapse about the other god’s lips. Her knees were driven into the dirt beside Freya’s face, and her mound had been placed directly along the line of her nose. Freya needed no further beckon, and her lips trailed up in order to meet the offering.

Lenneth braced herself with her hands upon her knees as she let the other god lick her, leaning both forward and backward as her will deemed her to. Both of their bodies were hidden in the grass, only the few tall feathers in the Valkyrie’s helmet could be seen above the rustling blades. The flesh of the plants whipped and cut at Lenneth’s naked body, and a few sliced in such a position to cause tiny scratches, drawing mild drops of blood from the body of the goddess. The action was tiny and no more noticeable than the bite of an insect, but in her probed state Valkyrie could feel every blade scrape off every cell of skin.

Her hair was long, and a rope of blue gray rolled down along the length of her back, past her naked flesh and balling up on the chest of Freya, finding a home right between the clothed orbs she possessed. The body of a god knelt down harder on the face of another, and Lenneth moaned in a low, nearly masculine voice.

Freya herself was hard at work, using her abilities and techniques to pleasure the other in as good a fashion as she could. Her eyes were closed and her breath was held, as she licked and nibbled at the folds of flesh that were offered onto her face. Gray blue strands of Valkyrie’s mound of hair tickled her chin and brushed deep into her cheeks, but the sensation was mild compared to that her tongue felt. As her muscle coursed over the folds Lenneth possessed she could feel the texture of the other goddess’ skin, every pore and imperfection, every ripple and every wrinkle that made the composition of the opening of a goddess. Moisture came from both Freya’s mouth and Lenneth’s heated sex, and before the end of one minute of attention Freya’s mouth was ripe with the flavor of passion. Her tongue ached with the taste of Lenneth’s insides, and her teeth quivered as a mixture of saliva and juice slipped down her throat and into her well. Her lips were sticky and she could feel liquid trailing down her cheeks, and her nose was pressed too far into flesh to be able to breathe anything more than a scent, a scent pungent with the aroma of a goddess’ passion.

Freya’s arms were long reached up, and had gripped the legs of the Valkyrie just as soon as she had knelt. Her hands were near the backside of the other, and she could feel with her fragile hands just how powerful the other woman was. Muscles rippled along the length of her legs, powerful mounds in the otherwise subtle complexion Lenneth possessed. Freya gripped tight to the muscles surrounding her head, and reveled in their strength. Even for a god they seemed taught and intense, and for a moment she was fearful of Lenneth’s release, curious if during her climax she would tremble and clench her legs together. The thought of being crushed between the thighs of the Valkyrie was unsettling, but just as she was fearful of it’s possibility, she was enticed to see if it really could happen. Her tongue drove in further and further as she gave attention to her most recent lover, and before long she was at a position where she could constantly drive it in and out, without the nuisance of having to tease and prepare. Repeatedly she drove her muscle to and fro, lashing at the insides of the other goddess’ sex. Both women moaned, and the vibrations from Freya’s lips caused just another ripple of lust.

As her tongue beat violently her fingers trailed up the muscled tone of Lenneth’s back, and with a tight grip she located the sides of her hindquarters. Her right hand pressed flat against the swell of Lenneth’s back, and her left trailed downward, looking for another opening to be entreated. Before long she had found it, and her forefinger was being tightly squeezed by the second opening the Valkyrie possessed. She could only manage to fit her finger inside up to the second knuckle, for she feared any further and the tightness would consume her. She contented herself to keep it where it was, and push hard against the walls on the inside, rolling her finger in slow deliberate circles, churning and turning Lenneth’s body from the inside.

Before long the panting and moaning of Lenneth become louder, and her hands left her knees to reach down, and fiercely grip the long strands of blonde hair that hung down from Freya’s head. With force Lenneth pulled firmly on the other woman’s strand, and leaned forward on her knees, pushing the blunt of her body down harder upon the nose and tongue of the treating woman. Lenneth’s body shook, and her body trembled with a shockwave of lust. Her entire body sweat from lust, and the moisture on her skin glistened as she climaxed. Her southern lips trembled and convulsed, and her body let loose with the fluid of her desire. The nectar of a god was poured to Freya’s lips, which the other god hungrily devoured. Freya lapped at Lenneth some more, cleaning and adjusting the still shivering lips, and then her finger slowly popped away from the Valkyrie’s backside. For a moment she waited, while Lenneth’s hands released her hair and her palms pressed into the dirt. The Valkyrie was bent over hard, her back arched in an unnatural way as she panted and gasped for the few bits of air she could muster. Her hair swung down over her shoulder and landed near Freya’s face, and the fertility goddess could see it was damp with sweat. Lenneth’s sex remained placed on Freya’s lips while she recuperated, panting and moaning in the aftermath of her climax. She stayed prone, bent on all fours, for nearly three minutes while she regained her composure and attained her breath once more. As she recuperated nothing was said between the two, and they both waited, pensive and tentative, curious as to what would happen next. Freya looked up to the heaving body and Lenneth, and regarded it with a slightly arched eye. For a god to be shaken away from her strength and to faltered from her stamina, it truly had to be a powerful climax, indeed. Freya smiled, and once again trailed her tongue along the glistening folds that laid before her lips. The flavor of Lenneth filled her mouth once more, and she took her tongue back to her mouth and savored the flavor, pleased.

At last Lenneth began to move, slowly at first, as if she was still recuperating from her falter. Within seconds she began to move more fluidly, and in the time it took for her to pull herself back up to her knees, she had regained her initial stature. Her hair once again swung back in the middle of her rear, and her legs no longer quivered with fatigue, but instead resonated with the incredible strength her muscles held. With a strong hand Lenneth reached down, and, while straddling Freya’s chest, grabbed her chin in between her powerful fingers.

Her touch was hard but her skin was soft, and smooth against the slightly moistened flesh of Freya’s chin. The grip held Freya’s head in place, and moved it back and forth slowly as the Valkyrie moved her arm. She seemed to be sizing up the fertility goddess, examining her as if she were a piece of meat. After a moment’s time she let her hand swing down to grab a fistful of Freya’s hair, and tug it softly, yet demanding,

“Up.” Was all Lenneth said, while she slowly rose to her feet. As she rose she forced Freya to as well, as the hold on her hair became a bit more commanding than it had previously been. Before long Lenneth had pulled both of them to their feet, and now stood face-to-face with Freya, the blonde strands still acting as a rope within her mighty grip.

Freya fidgeted slightly, the result of her own excitement, and the curiosity of what would now happen to her. She was still garbed in her celestial gear, her tight fitting green outfit and her long, knee-length boots. Lenneth looked her up and down slowly, as if she was examining the outfit and the few specks of dirt it had accumulated during the last romp they had. The blonde strands were released, and Lenneth’s hand dropped down to her naked waist once again.

“I expected no less from the goddess of fertility.” Lenneth formed a smile as she regarded Freya, and looked at her from beneath the rim of her menacing helmet. “It makes me wonder whether the legends mortals tell of your body and actions are true.”

Freya opened her mouth to reply, but Lenneth quickly silenced her by pressing a forefinger to her opened lips. Freya’s mouth closed as the gesture commanded, and her words died before she could utter them. Lenneth slowly turned around, and gradually her naked back faced Freya. The long gray blue hair formed a natural barrier to the sight of Lenneth’s naked posterior, as it’s thick mass covered any area not publicly appropriate. Lenneth raised one of her hands to somewhere on her body, but from behind Freya couldn’t quite tell where.

“But...” The Valkyrie’s voice was thoughtful. “What could I do for a goddess so versed? Surely a goddess of death is no master of passion. Tell me, Freya.” Lenneth’s hand dropped, though she still stood facing away from Freya.

“Tell me, what is it you desire of me?” The strong voice continued, adamant. “What can my body give to yours...that you have not experienced countless times, and have grown bored with?” Freya was about to speak, but the words died just as they would have if Lenneth had silenced her again. She thought for a moment, and realized that the Valkyrie had a point. As a goddess dealing with the potency of lust she had experienced all that could be. There was no new desire for Freya, nothing unique had been devised in thousands of years. It was all quite dull, and all bland. Surely a release could be had in any fashion, but at the time Freya could think of no way to make her own climax special. She thought of nothing, and simply dropped her head to glance upon the ground.

“Nothing.” She replied, dismally. “I’ve experienced all things, Lenneth.” The Valkyrie made no motion, though a sound could be heard from her, the voice of mild laughter. A soft chuckle grew to a moderate laugh, and from there it came to a louder bellow. Lenneth laughed, while Freya continued to look down, dejected and now depressed. After a moment Lenneth finally turned, and as she did so the air shimmered, her armor having returned to her frame in just the frame of a second. Her clothing and coverings had been restored to place, and she looked as she did just before the two had stopped earlier. The grass shuffled about their waists, and Lenneth drew a smile to her lips.

“Let me give you what you cannot give yourself.” Lenneth stated simply, and reached a hand up to slowly brush away some strands of hair. “And what you cannot take from a mortal.” And with that Lenneth extended her powerful hand, and smiled almost sweetly to the other goddess. Freya looked up, and with hope growing in her eyes slipped her own hand inside of Lenneth’s.

“What...” She began, slowly. “What are you going to give me, Valkyrie?”

Lenneth’s fingers closed in tight around Freya’s hand, and she stepped forward a little to touch the woman’s other hand with hers.

“Something gods don’t believe in.” She said the words slowly, and quietly. “Something that we consider a folly of the humans. That’s what I’m going to give you.”

Freya tilted her head, and regarded the Valkyrie with more curiosity than ever. Her hand trembled slightly within the powerful grip of Lenneth’s, and she could feel her throat become dry. For reasons she couldn’t determine, her heart felt tight within her chest. She spoke once more, though this time the words came out crackled and weak, the voice of a woman near desperation.

“What...can...” She swallowed hard. “What can you possibly give me, Lenneth? That I haven’t already experienced? What is it...that you can give me?” Lenneth bowed her head a small bit, and her hands went cold on their place on Freya’s. She took a small step forward, and lightly licked her lips before she spoke.

“Romance.” She answered quietly, and then pressed her mouth into Freya’s. Their lips met, and two gods kissed, for the first time knowing what it meant...to kiss gently.