There's a palpable ache in Freyja as she watches Lina disrobe, her eyes unwavering, but hungry like a fire for what they see.  Freyja's hands glide up Machado's thighs, stroking the knots of muscle with tender, warm fingertips as she eases closer.  "You're beautiful, Lina," she says, guileless and earnest, a note of encouragement in her.  Some note of her own past echoes in seeing the girl's flush, revels in the beauty of her anticipation.  "Machado, we must have done something right by the gods." Her full lips draw to a faint smile as she watches the girl sit alongside where Machado lies prone, and her hands-- both now-- glide up along his abdomen, his chest-- she kneads his muscles tenderly, then more firmly as she savors the soft tickle of his hair over warm, firm flesh.  She bends over him then, easing closer and eliciting a soft rustle from the straw mattress and stiff linens of the bed, and eases the length of her body alongside Machado.  Her breasts press along his chest, the nipple meeting his , as she bends to nibble delicately at his ear, just below the musky-scented hair.<br/><br/>She rubs one thigh up his leg, the junction of her thighs spreading a bit so that the smoky trail of down between her legs tickles the pronounced bulge under the meager loincloth.  "He's quite the specimen, Lina."  one hand glides back down the ridge of his chest and abdominal muscles and rests at his loincloth.  "See..? Such power, all through him--" she unties the thin cloth, freeing him to the air, and casts the cloth back to expose him fully.  She purrs into the man's ear, her hand trailing through his pubic hair as she curls her fingers teasingly along the sensitive skin.  Her tongue grazes his inner ear as she reaches for Lina's hand, drawing it closer still...<br/><br/>Unless Lina resists, she entwines their fingers and strokes down Machado's arm, over the bicep with a tender caress up of his shoulder.  Silently, she's urging the girl to explore him, to know him without shame and to know what desire his body may raise within her.  The girl's trembles are palpable through her willowy form, and Freyja, the protective instinct she'd buried for years rising again, draws her closer.  "Don't fear it... embrace it..." and she props herself onto her elbow to offer her mouth in an enticing kiss along Lina's collarbone, drawing their closed fingers to her own breast.