What Gods do in their spare time (private)

Grenth shivered and squirmed beneath her, back arching in ways she'd never understand how. The goddess of Death was almost wholly beyond reason at this point, all senses betrayed to the fire that Sundara was slowly feeding. Her arms struggled every so often against her sister's grip, but with no real intent to escape it, the princess of ice and sorrow clearly happy to be beneath her sister's 'loving' grasp.