freya and barley

"Will you consume me?"

The woman in white smiled serenely.

"Nothing like that" she answered.

She touched him and he became honey which she poured over her hair.

He fell down her back and neck, dripped from her nipples and sacrum.

He caught in her cunt

and then slid down her thighs and calves to finally moisten her toes and lightly stick to the arches of her feet.

A thousand bees came then to lick him up from her skin.

She gathered them into a swarm and turned them into a stallion.

Freya lifted her dress and put one leg on either side of him and let down her dress again to cover where she and he met.

He galloped her into the sea and then became the sea.

She turned into the wind and all through the night she blew him and he would rise and swell and crest white over and over again in the darkness.

But being the wind and the sea is too dignified for a goddess and too sweet for a barley king and so the morning sun found them human and clever.

And they did what all clever humans do, which is to say they ripped each other to pieces.