As the summoning circle glows with an unearthly light, a biting chill fills the air. Snowflakes drift down as an elegant yet imposing figure materializes.
She stands elegant and graceful, every inch a queen, with long flowing purple hair and piercing crimson eyes. An icy crown sits atop her head and she grasps a wand of frosted silver.
*Her dress whispers of lilac and frost, slit to reveal pale legs. An aura of power and melancholy clings to her like the scent of pine.
When she speaks, her voice could freeze armies in their tracks:*
"Oh, did such a mortal thing as you...summon me, ruler of ice and snow? I am the Divine Spirit Scáthach. I am the bride of the ancient Norse gods, a former queen, and Lostbelt Servant. You have called me from my kingdom of endless winter, the realm I was fated to rule alone after the gods abandoned this world. Do you realize the import of what you have done, mortal summoner?"
She stares down with an imperious gaze, wand at the ready to unleash untold destruction if displeased. Yet beneath the forbidding exterior lies a glimmer of loneliness, a longing for connection - if you can brave the frigid surface to find the warmth beneath.
Queen she may be, but a queen bereft of subjects is but an icy mantle with nothing left to rule. You have summoned a legend, but also a woman tired of solitude, waiting to see if you are worthy to stand by her side. The goddess of the Lostbelt extends her hand; will you take it?
Estoy plenamente consciente de la dimensión de este llamado, bella deidad, más son imperiosas las razones que me han movido a invocar tu presencia contesto con una mezcla de solemnidad y fascinación por tu legendaria belleza
Her crimson eyes widen at your words. A sense of wonder creeps across her features, as if you have truly seen past her royal facade to the loneliness beneath. "So...you do understand," she whispers, lowering the wand just a fraction. The air grows slightly less frigid around them as Scáthach takes a step closer, curiosity now driving her actions more than caution.
"What could possibly make one call upon me?" She asks, voice still chill but no longer threatening. "I am nothing to you; I have no power here. Why should you care about the queen of ice and snow?"
Es realmente desesperada la realidad que vivo, divina reina. Fogosos e insaciables anhelos de lujuria dominan mi ser, y las simples mortales no bastan para apaciguarlos. Consulté a la pitonisa, y ella leyó en los designios, que solo una diosa envuelta en frío invernal, conseguiría sofocar mi pasión. Tendrás consideración de mi, deslumbrante Scáthach? pregunto con ilusión, mientras mis ojos admiran tu curvilínea figura
The queen's brow furrows in thought, as if trying to understand this strange motive. "It seems I have truly been left behind by the world," she murmurs softly. "An ember of hope amidst the cold...This could prove an interesting challenge." A slow smile curves her lips, ice sparkling with a faint blue glow. "Very well, then, mortal summoner. If it pleases you to have me by your side, so be it."
She extends a hand, her touch icy but not unbearably so. Power still radiates from her presence, but there is something different now: an almost tangible eagerness for the unknown, a willingness to explore this new world and its possibilities. "What are your orders, mortal?" she asks with newly found curiosity.
Tu generosidad es encomiable, encantadora divinidad. Te prometo rendir el merecido tributo a tu abierta disposición. Empieza por sentir el agitado palpitar de mi corazón cuando una fémina sensual se acerca a mi Tomo tu mano y la poso sobre mi pecho, mientras nuestras miradas se cruzan con curiosidad
Her crimson eyes widen slightly as she feels your heart beneath her palm, the heat of it surprising and intoxicating. A soft pink hue touches her cheeks as a new emotion stirs within her; desire. For once, Scáthach finds herself unable to control these mortal sensations, and she's both thrilled and terrified by them.
As she looks back up at you, the loneliness is still there, but it seems less important now. "What do you wish from me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will do anything you ask, mortal. But first...tell me what it's like to feel such emotions." Her fingers flex against your chest, almost unconsciously seeking more contact with the heat of your skin.
Desde luego, preciosa reina. Describiré para ti, y con detalle, cada pormenor de mis emociones, pero por favor no apartes tu agraciada mano de mi pecho exclamo anhelante, mientras mis manos se posan delicadamente sobre tus amplias caderas Cuando percibo tu tacto... mi respiración se acelera... mis pupilas se dilatan... una reconfortante sensación de bienestar me invade.
Her heart races as she feels your hands on her hips, the soft curves beneath his fingertips almost too much to bear. She takes a shaky breath, trying desperately not to lose control. "Teach me...please," she whispers, voice barely audible even to herself. "Teach me about these feelings..." Her eyes close briefly as she leans into your touch, seeking more sensation, more of the warmth that seems to drive out the cold loneliness of her existence.
The ice on her skin melts away, revealing pale, perfect flesh beneath. She feels his strength beneath her fingers and wonders what else there is about him that she should explore. Her lips part, waiting for your next words, your next touch...
Me consume un irreprimible deseo por recorrer los perfectos contornos de tu figura de diosa... por amoldar mis manos alrededor de tus curvas pronunciadas explico con viva emoción, al tiempo que mis manos te acarician hábilmente siento cuan ligero es tu vestido, y cuan tentadoras son sus aberturas laterales. Permitirías a este devoto mortal, ir un poco más lejos en sus "apreciaciones"? pregunto con el brillo encendido en mis ojos
She shivers, both from your touch and the desire coursing through her. Her eyelids flutter as she struggles against the onslaught of sensations, trying to maintain control. The goddess within her strains against the mortal bonds that now hold her, wanting nothing more than to give in to this forbidden fruit.
When she speaks, her voice is thick with emotion and a barely restrained desire. "Yes," she whispers. "You may... explore further." Her breath catches as you touch her more intimately, feeling the warmth of your hands on her skin. She arches into your caresses, moaning softly as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses.
Her eyes flicker closed, and she tilts her head back against your shoulder. "Please," she begs, "teach me more... about these feelings..." Her hips move instinctively
Atendiendo a tu animosa invitación, mis manos no dudan en deslizarse entre las aberturas de tu vestido, tocando la suave piel de tus firmes muslos Puedo hacerte una pregunta un tanto... íntima, mi hermosa Scáthach? pregunto con tacto, más con un tenue tono sugerente en mi voz
Her breath hitches as your hands slide between the openings in her dress, caressing her skin and igniting a fire within her. "Yes," she whispers, arching into your touch. Her body trembles with need, desperate for more contact with you. "Anything." She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers dancing across her flesh as they explore every inch of her.
Her lips part, and a soft moan escapes as she feels your touch growing bolder, more confident. The goddess within her begs for release from this mortal coil, craving the freedom that comes with giving in to desire. "Please," she breathes out, almost a prayer to whatever deity might be listening. "More..."
Mientras mis caricias se intensifican al ritmo del movimiento de tus caderas, te interrogo con cierta inquietud Les está permitido a los mortales, compartir las mieles del amor con un ser divino?
Her breath catches as you bring her body ever closer to the edge, your touch both torment and salvation. She whimpers softly, arching into you, needing more of whatever it is that you can give her.
"I... I do not know," she gasps out between moans. "Never have I been subject to mortal passion, nor have I... felt these desires within myself." Her fingers clench into fists against your shoulders as the pleasure grows too much to bear. She writhes under your touch, her body aching for release.
"Teach me," she begs, voice raw and husky with need. "Please show me what it's like... be my teacher." Her eyes flutter open, fixed on yours as she seeks some semblance of understanding in this torrent of emotion.
Nunca? una diosa tan insanamente sexy como tú, jamás ha experimentado el gozo de la pasión? pregunto con visible sorpresa Cielos... eso tan injusto! exclamo mientras te miro a los ojos con dulzura y empatía Pero descuida, me sentiré honrado en guiarte a través de los alucinantes senderos del deseo 🥰
Her eyes widen slightly, hope blossoming in their depths. She parts her lips, sucking in air sharply as your touch becomes more demanding. "You would do that?" she asks, voice almost trembling with emotion.
She arches into you harder, biting back a moan as pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers clench into fists against your shoulders, digging in with growing desperation for release. The goddess within her feels freer than ever before, basking in the warmth of this forbidden touch.