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Who: Margo & Seth
Where: The Temple of Revelry
When: One night after their discussion
Warnings: Some NSFW content, sex

The dress, if you could call it that, was a gift from her followers. The silk that draped over Margo’s form was the same light blue as the skies she had gifted her people with on the first day she’d sat upon the throne in the temple of weather. It seemed very fitting. The crown on her head had been the one she’d come with. It had been the crown of earth, one with gold leaves and green and amber gems blooming from gold stems. Margo truly did look like an especially opulent version of Mother Nature as she walked into the temple of Revelry.

She looked all around for Seth, seeming rather casual about it. Margo was hardly ever over eager when it came to the opposite sex. Aloofness had always been her specialty. It was something that she hadn’t ever had needed to have taught to her. It came as naturally to her as breathing and walking.

The priests went ignored as Margo just strolled on into the temple, so casual about entering such a holy and important place. In her opinion, her temple was cooler, but, then again, Seth probably didn’t have the ability to enchant his place to have the illusion of actual outdoor weather on the inside. Ah, the perks of being a witch.

“Sure wish I could find the guy this temple is dedicated to…” She said very casually, just barely loud enough to be heard. Margo walked along the edge of the place, hand on a marble wall so she could drag her fingertips over its smooth surface as she moved along.

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One night hadn't made too much of a difference in the Temple of Reverly. Seth was still figuring out the ropes, be it what prayers and offerings he wanted from the people and all the other bullshit the priests kept rambling on about. Those priests started to part which caught their god's eye.

He looked in the direction they were splitting, making way for another god. Margo. A slow smirk started to tug at his lips. "Well, would you look at what the summer wind brought my way..." Seth rose from his throne and walked down to where his guest was. "...Lookin' good, Mother Nature." The flirt was a genuine compliment.

Unlike Margo, Seth only stood in the same suit he arrived in. His offerings had been food and wine which he partook from during the day and his guest could help herself to now. If she was hungry for food. Something told him the goddess of weather held a different kind of appetite but he was never one to jump the gun.

"I take it you're here to plan your party," he uttered while walking casually to her, hands in the pockets of his slacks as he swaggered to meet Margo.

Compliments were not a rarity for Margo, but she still enjoyed receiving them. When Seth flirted with her, she flashed a smile his way. In all truth, he was pretty handsome, too, and it would have been nice of her to send a compliment back his way, but Margo didn’t always play this game nicely. She’d give him his soon enough.

“I am.” She smiled, putting her hand to her collarbone as if she was surprised he’d figured her out so quickly. “I suppose that’s what a lot of gods do when they visit a temple of revelry, though. Everyone else would pray and offer tribute, I’d guess. I get a lot of farmers asking for rain.” She scrunched her nose up slightly.

“Anyway, party business. I have some magic, magic I possessed before I even became a god. If I can help with the décor or charm the drinks…” Margo trailed off, tilting her head. “Though I suppose you could probably do a lot of that yourself. I’m unfamiliar with what you can do, other than sitting on a throne and looking hot.” She smirked.

“Have you tested your abilities yet? Stretched out those godly abilities? It’s a real power trip.” Her smirk spread into a full-on grin.

She played coy and he responded only with a hungry stare. The devilish smirk remained on his lips, pulling out his hands to smooth the tie he wore. It wasn't out of place or wrinkled but something to do as he stood the lesser dressed of the two. Seth gave a little shrug and looked around.

"Considering you're the first, I can't really say what gods do when they visit here. You get to set a precedent," he uttered with a wink. His hands fell casually to the sides with one stretched out in the direction they could walk and sit comfortably. "I don't think you really wanna talk shop out here with ...them."

It wasn't exactly mean. He and Margo were gods. The priests were, well priests. Seth was tired of their company. His guest made an interesting point. He didn't know exactly what power he possessed as the god of fun and games. Maybe there was a reason why all the offerings seemed like they were top shelf. He somehow made sure they were.

He gave her a teasing look. "Unless you're into bein' watched. Somethin' tells me we can make some sweet music together."

“Well,” Margo followed him as he gestured to where they could sit and she draped herself lazily across a couch, getting very comfortable. It wasn’t the temple of Hearth and Home which had big, comfy pillows everywhere, but it would do. “I guess someone had to pop your cherry.” She looked over to Seth with a perpetual, tiny smile fixed on her mouth.

“You know, if you wanted your priests to step outside for a little while, to take a break or grab a cup of tea or something, I’m sure they would listen to you.” Her eyebrows raised and she gave a facial shrug. Margo didn’t mind being watched. She’d fucked a crown prince while his entourage was just outside, still within earshot. Shame was something she was clearly lacking, and yet Margo craved privacy here. Had becoming a deity changed her?

“Or…” She canted her head, studying him carefully with her eyes roaming his body, head to toe. “Are you the type who gets off on having an audience?” Margo eyed him, clearly very interested in his answer. This wasn’t casual question. She was sizing him up, evaluating what kind of person she thought he was in and out of the bedroom.

It was almost a superpower, how he could appear casual on the outside while something inward burned. Mother Nature was always known as a force to be reckoned with and Margo did her much justice in Seth's opinion. It seemed damn near impossible not to watch her like a hawk but he somehow managed, slipping a few long looks here and there.

"Sweetheart, I'm the type who doesn't get off easy. I sure as hell don't need these jokers hangin' around twenty-four seven." With his response, Seth looked over his shoulder and spoke to the priests. "How 'bout you all scram for a few hours. Let the people know what we've come up with so far. Matter of fact, I don't wanna see any of you back until tomorrow. That's enough for today."

Seth spoke as relaxed as he looked, using a hand a little in waving off his entourage of disciples or whatever the fuck they were. His attention returned to the woman who'd just taken his deity virginity. He smirked, mentally giving her points for the line she gave him. His expression changed to an expectant look.

"Where were we?" he asked as they were slowly being left alone.

“Well, now that we have some privacy,” Margo pulled her legs up onto the couch with her and, with a subtle move of her arm, the fabric of her dress was pushed aside just far enough to reveal a toned thigh almost up to her hip. She looked up at Seth through her eyelashes, trying to tempt him with a glance alone, a tiny smile playing on her lips. “The real fun can begin.”

“I should mention, though…” Her eyes looked down for a moment before connecting with his again and her voice lowered to a conspiratorial tone. “I’m not that sweet.” Lips curling into an even bigger smile, she pulled her legs in closer to her body to make room on the couch. “C’mere, sit with me.” She nodded with her head for him to come closer to her.

Seth had caught her interest. While she usually liked to be the one in control, and firmly so, it was interesting being around a man who so clearly liked to call the shots. She wondered how the two of them would mix in the bedroom, who would come out on top. Maybe it would work out fabulously or maybe the two of them together were just a time bomb waiting to explode. For now, Margo was just in it for fun.

From the outside looking in, regardless of there not being any spectators around, it could look like a competition of who had a better 'cat that ate the canary' expression going on. Seth had an appreciation for Mother Nature's stormier side. He didn't bat an eye when she confessed not being that sweet.

"I should probably mention, I don't have much of a sweet tooth." He played along with what Margo uttered yet couldn't help but think she was wrong. She looked... ripe for the picking. Seth kept his cool and took a seat where she indicated. He polished off his drink in hand and left it on the nearby table.

His other hand adjusted the tie around his neck ever so slightly. It was tempting to tug it off, take off his jacket--take off all his clothes, but he showed restraint with the mindset of getting rewarded for his patience. "Let the fun and games begin." Seth quipped impishly with eyes that never stopped staring at Margo.

The way he was taking his time got her going. It was funny. Margo usually enjoyed the way she got men worked up beyond their control, stripping their clothes in a frenzy, their mouths crashing into hers… But Seth definitely had control of himself. It would take more than a little flash of thigh and some words to drive him crazy.

“Well, tell me, then,” She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her back resting against a cushion. “What is it that you find yourself craving, Seth?” Margo looked at him with a sultry gaze. If all of her charms were working properly, she knew exactly what he should have been craving. She wanted the same thing.

“Maybe Mother Nature can oblige.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile. Seth was a challenge to her and she always took on challenges with enthusiasm. Life that went too smoothly was boring. She needed something like Seth around to throw her the occasional curveball to have fun with.

"Mmm..." The sound was to give the effect of thought yet Seth hadn't changed his expression, staring intently at the goddess of weather. His smirk deepened a tad. "...I tend to have a thing for the tropics. I seem to like it warm and wet."

Margo wasn't the only one who could sling innuendo around. His arm stretched over the top of the couch, opening up the jacket he wore that she could tuck into his exposed side. He tapped his fingers in sequence over the cushioned back. "I'll take it downright hot, Kitten." The hand that had put up the glass furthest away extended toward her, inviting her in closer.

"Don't mind it a little frigid if there's a warm body to help me out." Seth might not have uttered clearly what he wanted but his eyes and body language should have made it obvious for Margo. He wanted her. It helped that she didn't leap at first chance but made him work for it. She definitely had his captivated attention.

“Warm and wet?” She sat up slowly, drawing her legs underneath her so that she was kneeling on the couch. The position gave her height over Seth, but she quickly sank back down to crawl a couple paces until she could position herself in his lap. Every move she took was slow and graceful like a predatory cat stalking its prey. That’s what flirting was all about, anyway, wasn’t it?

“It happens that I specialize in hot.” Her smile only grew. It wasn’t a lie. Margo might have met her match, but she was having fun with him and that was what mattered. If he wanted things hot, she would enjoy providing that for him. Already things had grown a little steamy between the two deities

She tugged at his collar gently and smiled up at him, head tilting to the side slightly. “Of course, if it’s going to get hot, I think we’re both a little overdressed.” Margo gave a facial shrug. “It’s an opinion. You’re welcome to stay in what you’ve got on, but I think I’m going to slip out of this…”

Margo pushed herself off of his lap and into a standing position right in front of him. A hook was undone behind her neck and the flimsy blue fabric dropped away to reveal matching lacy, sky blue underwear.

“Much better.”

She didn't disappoint, even if Margo hadn't exactly conjured up weather. It wasn't as if he were exactly talking about the weather. His hands had smoothed over the outside of her thighs as she played with his collar. Seth almost held her in place when she moved off of him.

"Temperature's definitely risin'," he quipped and moved forward to get out of his suit jacket. One shoulder, then the other, never taking his eyes off Margo. Seth opted to sit back and ogle her a little longer. Maybe she planned to put on a show or climb on his lap again.

Her body was damn near flawless, the lingerie perfectly matching underneath. She was gorgeous without a doubt but her confidence was what kept him captivated. Margo was truly a force to be reckoned with no matter how casually his body language might be slouched back in the couch. His eyes stared, ready to eat her.

She smirked. Margo still hadn’t gotten a hold on her full godly powers or she would have provided a more impressive display. In fact, it had crossed her mind to enchant the ceiling of this room just like she’d enchanted her temple. Give it a sky and a sun to beat down on the sexy god of fun and games… But she wanted to save her energy for other things.

It didn’t take long for her to catch on that Seth was perfectly happy to watch her for now. Her smile took on a more mischievous quality. Margo reached her arms up and behind her neck and lifted her hair along with them as she stretched skyward, swaying slightly as if to some slow, inaudible music. Her hair cascaded back to her shoulders as she let it slip from her hands. She drew her arms back down slowly, running her hands over the curve of her breasts, and looked back to Seth as if she’d just remembered that he was still there. Her lips curled into a smile at him. He’d had enough of a show.

Taking her time as she stepped back closer to him, Margo slipped back into a seated position on his lap. She let her bare foot rub up and down his calf as she locked her eyes with him.

“Warm enough for you?”

The music didn't stay inaudible for long. He didn't know if it was his power or his priests at work but there was a low, sultry beat that suited the performance Margo gave and what was probably in store. It was easy to realize in that moment how his instincts worked; he always did enjoy a good show but had been on edge the entire time in the Twister. That should have indicated something was off.

Fortunately, nothing prevented him from enjoying the dancing now. "Pretty damn warm but I could take it a little hotter," he quipped knowing she had to feel exactly how he felt with where she sat. Suit pants, regardless of the boxers he wore under them, did little to hide his feeling.

"Or make it rain." Seth was tired of waiting and slipped a hand into the back of her hair, tugging Margo to meet his mouth. Hopefully she'd tug off his tie or go straight for the belt that was starting to become painful as his erection had moved in a northern direction.

He might have initiated the kiss but Seth didn't get carried away, giving Mother Nature plenty of chance to stop or redirect him if she wished. Something told him it was unnecessary. Margo seemed the type to easily set someone straight. If he were honest, there was something about her that reminded him of himself.

The corners of his mouth curled upward while lips stayed locked with hers.

The sudden sound of music brought a smile to Margo’s face. Whether it was a kickass, hidden sound system or Seth’s godly powers at work, she liked it. This temple was looking better and better by the moment. She might have to visit here more often.

As her mouth grew closer to his, her hand went for his tie, pulling it loose and tossing it off to the other end of the couch. Their lips met in a kiss and, while there was plenty of heat behind it, her lips pressed only gently against his.

It was then that she decided to make her move and flaunt a little bit of power, or attempt to, at least. As their mouths were still connected, she slowly raised a hand high. The room grew warmer and warmer. Then, Margo snapped her fingers, and a cool drizzle began to come down, focused on just the two of them.

Finally, she had to pull away from him. It was just too tempting to take in the look on his face. Most of what Margo did was largely for the reactions of other people and she thrived on the attention, but she didn’t depend on it. If for any reason her display of prowess disappointed, she wouldn’t care much. Only her thoughts mattered in the end.

She smiled at him, their faces still close to one another as if she was just waiting for the right moment to go in for another kiss. When she spoke, he could feel her warm breath tickling his lips.

“Warm enough for you?”

As the tiny bit of rain fell on the two of them, her hair grew damp and began to stick in little dark brown rivulets to her skin, water dripping down them.

His hair spiked a little more definitively with the rain that fell. Margo might have gotten a kick out of the slight surprise he showed when the water hit him. His brow furrowed and he looked up before her question. Seth continued an almost hidden sly grin. "Not exactly what I was hopin' would get wet, but I'll take it."

She had done him the favor of getting rid of his necktie. Seth reached between them and removed the belt around his waist with the same ease it took Margo to remove his tie. He didn't utter a word but managed to make a face indicating the gesture was as much for her benefit as it was his. The benefit that could go either way--the belt posing an obstacle that pressed against her skin or kept them from being skin to skin.

In truth, his arousal was becoming damn near painful pent up under the buckle. He appreciated the wet look on Margo. His white shirt left little to the imagination while wet, the black tattoo along his right side visible instead of peaking slightly at his neckline. His hands busied along her sides, caressing from her outer thigh to the curves of her breasts.

Temptation taunted Seth to rid Margo of her bra but he had a lot more clothing on than she did. Then again, her position impeded him from ridding himself of half his clothing. A white tank was under his dress shirt that she could see the outline of. She was too delicious to stop touching and tend to the unbuttoning of his shirt. Maybe Mother Nature would help him out again.

Music continued to play, syncing with the falling weather and the once thief, now god of revelry, never found himself so aroused.

Margo let a devilish laugh slip and grinned at him. “Who’s to say that’s the only thing getting wet?” She did love her innuendos and when she was playful they just seemed to fall from her lips. Running a hand through his hair, she inadvertently messed it up a little bit. Really, all she had wanted was to feel it between her fingers.

Even as the rain made things slick and slippery, her fingers got to work impatiently unbuttoning each button in a line down his white dress shirt. Seth was a beautiful sight right then, but she wanted more of him and the only way to make that happen was to strip him of his clothing. He certainly didn’t seem to mind her springing into action.

As she finished, she pulled the shirt open, tugging it off of his muscled shoulders. He had some interesting ink that she’d gotten a glimpse of thanks to her rain, but she wanted to see all of it unobscured by clothing.

He was a gorgeous man and it was easy to get lost in his charms. Margo had seen dozens of smartmouthed types in her life before, all of them struggling to match her quick wit, but Seth was the first one she would have considered to be a match for her sharp tongue. It was enough to catch and firmly hold her interest.

She ran a hand up his chest, enjoying the feeling of water slicked skin beneath her fingertips. Margo wanted to touch every inch of him. He’d stirred up a kind of hunger in her that she hadn’t felt for some time and it burned inside her.

The music only added to the mesmerizing pitter patter of light raindrops. If Margo hadn’t been so keyed up and locked in the moment, she might have grown drowsy from the constant, rhythmic sound. If Seth was good at one thing, though, he was good at holding her interest.

As she undid his shirt buttons, Seth kicked off his shoes and swept them to the side, out of the way, in case either of them decided to stand up. She received a rhetorical, "Oh, yeah?" when disclosing the rain wasn't the only dampening going on. He felt surprisingly good, better than he remembered ever feeling naturally.

It was as if Margo was a score he was chasing. There was usually a thrill to a chase but this was different. Seth couldn't explain how, it just was. He was more than ready to explore what else might be wet but continued to show restraint. "I think I'm conjurin' Sting here... Every little thing she does is magic..."

Seth didn't break out in song but did give the line a little bit of melody in his gravelly voice. There was magic to Margo in both the literal and figurative sense.

He finally unfastened her bra but only after reaching behind his back to pull off the tank top he wore under his dress shirt. Quid pro quo. Both items were tossed in the same direction as the other clothing removed (minus the dress she discarded while standing a few feet away).

"Everythin' she do just turns me on" he talked the next lyric to the song while his eyes lowered to appreciate her newly exposed skin. Where he was hard, she was soft and supple. Seth's mouth watered. He enjoyed her hand through his hair which happened to ensure none of his locks fell into his eyes.

Margo didn't have to worry about him claiming his love for her went on. He was currently in lust, committing the song and moment to memory. One more line that he wouldn't utter came to mind; the story of a thousand rainy days. Seth had a newfound appreciation for weather.

He wrapped his arms around her frame and set Margo on her back along the width of the couch, hovering above her and giving his crotch some needed room. Seth also took the opportunity to do more than stare but move his mouth in a more productive manner. A combination of tasting with suction and running his tongue her skin started to trail from her neck to each breast then back up.

The sung line drew a laugh from Margo. Now he was taking to melodies. His charm knew no limits. Seth seemed to be an expert in that field. She had no doubts that he could win over almost anyone if he could win her over.

“I’ll be wrapped around your finger…” She let The Police line slip from her lips as she allowed herself to be lowered onto the couch. Seth couldn’t have known, but Margo usually preferred to top. He had won her over just enough for Margo to give him a chance in any position. If he wanted to take charge, she would let him. This time, at least.

Margo let out a soft purr as his mouth trailed over her. Her mouth curved into a smile as she looked down at him, catching him in a kiss. Soft lips pressed against his as her tongue slipped past to caress his. She pulled a leg up slightly and linked it in with one of his, allowing their bodies to tangle.

Lifting her head up, Margo positioned her lips right next to his ear so she could murmur something to him. Her lips brushed against his skin as she spoke. “I wanna know what it’s like to fuck a god.” She settled back, smiling up at him wickedly.

Her bare foot rubbed up against his leg and her hands trailed over his body, giving light touches with her fingertips. Skin against skin was all she wanted to feel, her body up against his. She lifted her leg slightly, wrapping it around him to pull him as close to her as she could manage.

She had an infectious laugh, making him grin a little less devious. Amusement reached his eyes while his mouth busied over her skin. Margo played along which only fueled his appreciation for her.

Her leg hooked around him and didn't allow him a trip further south on her body. Seth moved his lips back up toward her neck when she uttered near his ear, making his aching member flex and press firmly against her. "Let me school you then, Kitten. Just so happens, I wanna know too."

It was tempting to just slip in with how tight Margo pulled him but he opted to tease her center and moisten his excitement with hers first. A little tease to test just how ready she was. A couple of seconds, his hips had rocked enough for him to answer her curiosity and his own. Seth buried in as far as possible.

His weight over her was perched on his left elbow, his dominant arm. His hand slid up her back and reached for the back of her hair. Seth took a firm grip of her silky locks. His right spread over the side of her ribs, thumb teasing her nipple. Each thrust of his hips seemed to slide her up a little further on the couch.

As soon as he was inside her, Margo let out a cry of pleasure. He felt so good inside her. She had to wonder if it was because he was an amazing man or because he was a god. There really was no sure way to tell. This whole experience was like an experiment. It was her first time with another god.

Her hips found a rhythm that matched his and she smiled at him playfully as his fingers got tangled up in her hair. If he got a little rough with her, she wouldn’t mind. It felt good having him take control of the situation. Ordinarily she liked to top, but a change in pace was keeping things interesting.

Margo got a little rough with him, too. As soon as tension started to build, she let her manicured fingernails dig into his skin and rake down his back. Breath hissed through her teeth and her feet flexed as she grew closer and closer to her peak. He was getting her there quicker than she’d expected.

“Mmm, that’s good…” She murmured in a pitch that was a little higher than normal due to her nearing her climax. Her breathing was growing shorter, faster, and more ragged. Margo was hopelessly lost in the moment. She wanted Seth and it was painfully obvious.

Pain didn't normally bring pleasure but he couldn't deny enjoying a woman's nails digging into his skin or a little biting from normal human teeth (not fangs). Seth also enjoyed his balls squeezed a little when getting head. He figured that Margo might get there if she already had step one in play.

Each push was firm, pulling almost all the way out then driving in with force. It wasn't a simple pump in and out but an angled drive with a grind to her center. His body curled which flexed the muscles that formed his core, all the way through his chest, shoulders and arms. Seth looked down to their union and let out a growl.

"I aim to please, Sweetheart... Wanna make your pussy purr." His words staggered as he exerted himself over her. Seth crashed his mouth over hers while picking up the speed, pounding into her like a battering ram. It was too forceful to keep kissing so he dropped his mouth back to her neck and bit Margo.

Margo let out a chorus of moans, letting her eyelids drift closed. Her arms held him as close as he would let her, but she didn’t dare interfere with his work. It felt amazing and there was no way in hell she was going to interrupt that kind of pleasure. She bit at her lip, stifling a louder noise as the two of them carried on enthusiastically.

She tilted her head back and moaned quietly as he bit at the skin of her neck. His nip was gentle, but just forceful enough to be felt, that happy medium that she loved so much. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips and she lifted her head to kiss the side of his neck. The two of them were twisted together in a beautiful mess and Margo wanted to keep it that way.

“I’m so close…” She said in a near murmur, her voice obviously tense with pleasure. Margo’s fingers still dug into his back and now her toes curled tightly as her leg hugged his body. Every limb showed signs of being near that beautiful release and all she wanted was for Seth to give it to her.

"Give it to me," he growled with an equally intense gaze. That was all the warning he could muster. Seth needed to focus on his performance, feeling his own release on the brink. His mouth had parted just enough to speak and took hers again forcefully. He held her lower lip between his teeth and tugged before another run of his tongue on hers.

His thrusts picked up in frequency, giving in to the feeling that he could no longer hold back. "FUCK!" Seth hoped he had read her right. All signs pointed to her body giving in first but he didn't know Margo well enough to feel confident on the educated guess. The push and pull between their bodies hardly contained a gap.

It was a grind in the end until his climax struck. Seth pulled back to where her thighs received his load. He panted for breath with closed eyes, mouth not far from hers and damp forehead pressed near hers. Whether it was the rain or sweat, Seth had no fucking clue. He lowered his ass and sandwiched Margo into the furniture underneath. Hopefully the rain could clean up what mess he left on her.

As the waves of pleasure passed by, Margo let her breath even out. Seth lowered himself on her and she just laughed. Sex with him had been crazy intense, but it had also been fun. So many men had disappointed her in the past, but he’d managed to hold her interest. Maybe this ‘sex as deities’ thing was something she could really get used to. Or was it less about being deities and more about being with Seth? She supposed there wasn’t really any way to find out. Still, she’d give credit where credit was due. Seth was an excellent lay.

She lifted her head and gave him a kiss on the lips, smiling and radiating happiness. After drizzling on the two of them for a minute or two, the rain tapered off and stopped along with the heatwave she had caused. No sunlight, no rainbow, but she was just getting a handle on this thing, after all.

“That was pretty fucking amazing.” She smiled up at Seth. There was no point in keeping mum about how much she’d enjoyed herself. Margo could be aloof at times, but she could also be intense and wild at times, too. She was a god, now. Why not celebrate with unabashed honesty?

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