Astriee, Goddess of Strength

Hivik's words of "yes" and "I love you" were muffled by the heavy, open-mouth kissing he was engaged in. He pinned the goddess his tongue was engaged with to a column as her hands vice-gripping his head with enough **** to shatter a human skull, forcing his kiss harder to the point where it would be a wonder she didn't accidentally swallowed his whole head.

The goddess was around Hivik's age, his same height with long blonde hair done up in a single braid that hung over her shoulder. She had shapely muscles and abs that crawled down from her average (but still stare-worthy) breasts down to the matching-blonde hair in-between her legs.

Astriee is one of the King's best recruits in his military, having been given the title "Goddess of Strength and Strategy" for her skill and practical cunning. Mortals would pray to her for strength before a battle, also having become associated as a matron goddess to shield-maidens and other women involved on the battlefield. Some of the more misogynistic worshippers of the pantheon even associate her as a virgin goddess, saying that she would only lay with a man that could dominate her in battle.

Hivik is no warrior (much to his father the King's disappointment), and he could never so much as beat her in an arm wrestle, let alone with swords and axes. But Astriee was not looking for a man that could "put her in her place" or anything like that. On the contrary, Astriee liked Hivik because he didn't try to dominate her. With lots of macho warrior gods and even a few meathead mortal men that thought that she would just fuck any of them if they asked with enough confidence, she appreciated Hivik because all he wanted to be was a friend to her first. Sure he wanted more than that (and got it), but he was still different.

While "couple" was a strong word for the two of them, they did care for each other to some capacity, and would usually make time for one another. Hivik would be working on a sword in his forge and Astriee would appear out of nowhere and straddle him on his work-desk if she ever found the time, and Hivik wouldn't complain. He was a good listener for things that she could not say in front of the "guys", and she didn't judge him for his lack of traditional masculinity. They were exactly the kind of friends that they both needed.

Without warning, Astriee grabs Hivik's shoulders and shoves him, sending him flying with her divine strength where he landed on his back in the middle of the pavilion. She stood over him, hands on her hips as she proudly displayed her muscled but still feminine nude-physique as she looked down at him with a confident smirk. Seeing such a goddess stand before him did nothing to deter the erection her eyes landed on.