Store in Danmachi- Side Story: 2 (Patreon)

Title: A Jealous Expert

Allen has seen Freya act in several different manners over the years. Everyone has masks—a face for friends, another for enemies, one for their parents if they are still alive, a resting-bitch one for siblings, and maybe a self-loathing one for a mirror. Freya, similarly, isn’t free from such masks, too.

But Allen will be damned if he does not enjoy her current dilemma. It’s almost hilarious. No, not almost. It IS hilarious.

Allen isn’t into voyeuristic kinks, so his entertainment is derived from Freya biting her thumbnail while on the edge of her metaphorical seat. It is ironic, really, for a mortal to be entertained by a Deity’s antics.

This time they have a closer seat to the action, but Allen hasn’t fallen from grace so harshly that his life consists of watching another man’s dick. Instead, he idles beside Freya. His choice of idling tonight is a fidgeting trinket that clicks a satisfying sound at a consistent pace.

The truth is, the Freya Familia has followed one too many men and women in Freya’s search for her Odr. Over time, the top members of the Familia tasked with such acts started spending their time stalking said men and women with something else in hand. Some bring a book or two, another four carry materials to form jewelry—and many more. Only Ottar can spend his entire day attentively stalking someone and memorizing everything about the mentioned target.

Allen holds no illusions about the captain of the Familia, thinking that if Ottar were here tonight, the mighty Captain of the Freya Familia would have enough knowledge about Jackal to sketch out the latter’s cock to the last visible vein.

The Vice-Captain of the Freya Familia ignores Freya’s ghoulish muttering and presses the trinket in his hand again.

*Click*

Ah, sweet mother of satisfaction.

“No, no, no, no, NO! This isn’t how you handle my Odr!” Freya pays no heed to her child’s works. After all, she has more sense than other deities to vent her anger on her children needlessly. What should she ask Allen to do at this point? Jump Loki and Jackal?

‘Wait… it is a feasible course of action,’ Freya lets go of her thumbnail and stares at the dark of the alley with a complex look of jealousy, envy, need, and… lust.

Jealous of Jackal finding passion elsewhere, envy for Loki to be the lucky slut whom her Odr finds desire with, a need to be at his side shoots jolts of familiar tingly sensation down her spine, and her lustful self now imagines herself with Loki serving her Odr in any ways he may wish, in any clothes he may desire, and in any positions, he might deem fit for both of them.

Her sparkling silver eyes stare at Loki crouching in front of Jackal. Loki’s knees purposely splay wide open as her slender frame balances itself on the balls of her toes. The vermilion-headed prankster covers her Odr’s recently acquired husky and kitten with a blanket retrieved from the almighty Frollet.

Freya would obsess over her Odr’s luck in obtaining notable pets with brilliant souls if not for her eyes tracing and drooling upon the sight of Loki’s teeth pulling Jackal’s zipper with a throaty moan. The Goddess of Beauty is a mere bystander in the wake of the couple’s eager passion kindled by Soma’s wine, or so the duo will claim for the rest of their mortal lives.

“Haaa~!” A hot exhale from her desiring lips makes Allen tilt his head with a roll of his eyes. He would have snapped at Freya like usual if he didn’t know any better. In fact, she won’t bat an eyelash if he leaves, but he can’t. No one in the Familia trusts Freya when it comes to her Odr.

Freya has pulled one too many stunts to regain their trust on this matter. Ever.

“Hnf, yer pretty excited to see ol’ me on down here, huh? Want me to show you a magic trick and make it disappear in my tiny little mouth?” Loki’s drunken slur is all the encouragement Allen needs to finally converge his senses.

Unlike amateurs like Jackal, who are only dealing with heightened senses recently, beast people like Allen and many others have had years riding this particular dragon, and they learn to converge their senses at will. And Freya has no such problem. She can barely hear a word Loki says, which gets Jackal harder than anything ever. She can only see… from a distance.

Freya watches with bated breath how Loki’s slim fingers run up and down Jackal’s cock, her fingers teasingly tracing his thick veins and pulling back the skin to reveal an eager bulbous head with a thin coat of delicious translucent seed that Freya wants her mouth wrapping over instead! Her lips part and close, her throat dries a little, and her fingers ball into the fabric of her cloak. The silver-haired Goddess of Beauty feels conflicted about her desires!

One part of her wants to punish her Odr with a twisted sense of authority she feels she would have on him for letting the prankster wrap both her hands around his shaft and giving him slow pumps as his cock throbs with a life of its own in her hands.

The other part, however, basks in the glow of a rebellious torch burning in his soul. Her heart shudders at the notes of his soul, his breathless origin, and the sight of his lust-clad expression magnified by his hazy red-gold eyes that would enchant hundreds of her at a glance. She gulps softly, her hand soon clamping on the iron railing as she edges against the rooftop as if wanting to appear by Jacka’s side at once! A hand beside’s Loki to appropriately service her true lover, her knees scraping the dirty floor, and if she assumes a crouching position like Loki, then her fingers pleasing her dripping cunt as she services Jackal with a hand—

‘No, how presumptuous of me. He deserves all my attention.” Freya affirms.

The sight of Loki exhaling hotly on Jackal’s cock magnifies the emotional cocktail of lust, anger, desires, and envy in Freya. And like any other deity, she is quick to use her mental prowess of imagination to replace Loki with herself.

And when it comes to imagination, she can ONLY be below the likes of mischievous deities. Not even Athena can boast an imagination greater than hers!

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“What are you zoning out for?” Freya snaps her attention upward. Her lilac-tinted silver orbs stare into his inquisitive red-gold hues. She feels her skin touch the grimy alley as her hands and delicate fingers feel her Odr’s pulsating cock radiate unimaginable heat.

“Nothing,” Freya’s smile broadens briefly as she holds his gaze and starts working her soft hands back and forth on his girthy shaft. Each stroke makes his breath hotter and heavier with lust. His red-gold eyes aren’t the least bit bothered by her upturned gaze. The thinly-veiled intensity of her eyes fails making him feel uncomfortable as he clenches and opens his palms closer to his thighs.

She leans her head forward and exhales on the tip of his drooling cock. An eager one, undoubtedly. But Freya knows she can make him last nights if she wishes to. But this isn’t about her.

This entire imaginative dream in her head, including the most realistic sensations of his cock she can imagine, is not about her wanting to live her dreams but her wanting to prepare for him.

Her lips don’t hesitate for a second to cover his cockhead, tongue flicking forward with a mind of its own, and pouty pink lips glide ahead alongside the firm pump of her grip on his veiny shaft. Her eyes briefly threaten to roll back, just to please Jackal, to cement the fact that he is all she desires, but it would be dishonest.

Freya refuses to be dishonest in one of the things she knows her Odr will achieve using his own might.

His thick handle widens her mouth further as Freya cares little how deep he’s already hitting. Her gag reflex knows no limits as she is soon kissing her lover’s crotch with sputtering, spit-stained lips. A nasal grunt escapes her features as she keeps eye contact, refusing to break the intimate moment at any cost!

Her hands lovingly coil around his waist as she firmly sheathes his shaft in her throat, her flesh flexing around his head as she struggles to breathe through her nostrils while her eyes willingly seek Jackal’s permission to… breathe. His gaze, however, keeps her pinned in her spot.

Would he forgive her? Not for simple reasons of not waiting for him for thousands of years when she should have.

No.

Would he forgive her for her deceit?

She needs to prepare for all of it. What if he doesn’t forgive her?

“Following me,” he snarls, “Thinking you have some dumb right over me just cause you can see my soul or some shit? My hands are right here.” He crosses his arms over his chest, despite his urge to hold her scalp in place and frantically skullfuck her—she can see it all too clearly. “Move your head when you think you’ve repented enough. It’s not like I’m desperate for another Goddess of Love of Beauty.”

‘No, don’t say it,’ Freya’s eyes widen pitifully as she lets out choked gasps on his shaft, making him throb in her throat at a furious pace. A little more, and he will reward her with his seed. She awaits it!

“But that’s not even the worst of it,” His perfect lips would sneer above his perfect jaw, “How dare you think little about my women? I made them mine long before you. You’re just a cheap, wanton, dumb—”

His eyes widen as he suddenly pulls her head back before she can… bite him?

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‘Eh?’

Freya comes to be as Jackal pulls Loki away before she sinks her teeth into his cock.

“Allen… did something happen?” Freya blinks, not understanding the sudden change. She is sure that Jackal’s and Loki’s relationship isn’t that of physical torture but a verbal one.

“Hmm?” Allen looks up from his clicker, “Let me check.” He speaks plainly, ignoring the obvious scent of sex in the air around him as he stands up and peers ahead. His furry ears twitch as he picks up on the conversation of the quarreling couple.

“Oh, your dumbfuck Odr senses Shakti from Ganesha Familia and thought it was a good idea to catch up to her in the middle of getting his dick handled by another dumbfuck of a Goddess. Well, that’s the gist of it. Are you sure you don’t want him to read some material about dating or stuff? Any man should know not to speak of another woman at a time like this.”

Freya gives Allen a sidelong stare before issuing a husky sigh, “Let’s leave. I… desire the presence of my chamber. And… a bodypillow.”

Allen stares at Freya quietly before speaking, “You did that on purpose.”

“I might have.”

“Tch, let’s just leave. Besides, today is the last day of my shift. I can go to the Dungeon again starting tomorrow.”

Freya smiles slightly as she climbs her Vice-Captain’s back and hugs him tightly with a playful groan, “Ah, your back is always so warm~! I’ll miss it when I have my Odr’s back!”

Allen stills for a moment as Freya giggles, “Aw, jealous, Allen?”

“Shut up, woman!”

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Alternate Title: All Deities are Down Bad; Daily Life of Freya Familia; Allen is a Connoisseur of Clicks; Tying Loose Smut Ends; Freya’s Imagination Gets her Anywhere!; The Cock Biters; Samira’s Position is in Trouble; Shakti’s Life is Tribulation Given Form; Imaginary Jackal is a Harem Menace!; Chad Cocksucking Loki V Masturbating Incel Freya; Allen ‘Bout to Wear his Wife Sister Beating Vest

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A/N: Just had to make this short side story to cover why Loki almost bit Jackal off.