Liam felt as if he had been wrung out and left to dry. He walked Simone to her room. Simone sighed.
“I didn’t follow all of that,” she said. “But I got the gist. This Ares motherfucker is making a power grab. And if the teleportation dispersion is as bad as it looks like...” She bit her lip. “He might have just had a bunch of M-16s dropped into his lap, with thousands of rounds. Underslung grenade launchers. C4s. Fuck, we brought drones.”
Liam nodded. “This war just went from hot to fusion, didn’t it?”
Simone nodded. Then, smiling. “I said I’d get you home. If getting you home means going through Ares, well...” She held out her hand. “I’m in.”
Liam smiled and took her hand. He pumped it.
“This is your room. Servants can bring you whatever you want,” he said.
“Thanks.”
Simone stepped into the room, the closed the door. Liam smiled, then walked along the corridor. He came to Fizit’s office. She was working on her paperwork. As if she hadn’t almost died earlier today. As if nothing had gone wrong. As if she hadn’t realized that her short life had been built intentionally into her by people who could have made her immortal.
They just hadn’t.
Liam walked into the room. His hand went to her shoulder, squeezing. Fizit sighed.
“I’m reading reports – trying to track how many Paladinnnnnrrrr!” She groaned, her eyes closing. Liam wordlessly slipped his hand from her shoulder to the hem of her shift to cup and squeeze her full breast. Her nipple hardened, coming to attention as dutifully as a soldier. His finger found and teased her. He felt a lust more intense than any he had felt in a long time rush through his body. His cock tented his kilt as his other hand went around to grope her other tit. Fizit crooned. “Nooo, Liam, I’m working...”
But despite her words, her arms lifted, giving him better access. Her breath was coming in soft, eager pants, her eyes closing as her head rolled back. Her tail, long and flexible, crooked upwards and slithered along the bulge of his kilt, from tip to thick base. Liam shuddered and slid his hands from her breasts to her hips. He dragged her upwards and pushed her forward. Fizit moved with the same level eagerness, her tail lifting as she pressed her chest against her desk, knocking papers aside with a rasp and clatter.
“Lifts-Her-Tail,” Liam whispered.
“Hmrrr?” Fizit asked.
“A really stupid joke,” Liam said, his hand going to his kilt. His fingers undid the catch and his kilt slipped down. His cock sprang entirely free and Fizit’s tail-tip pressed against the thickness of the base. It coiled around and around, until Fizit was essentially gripping him, as firmly as she would with her palm. Liam slid his hands along her hips, to her delicious rump. He felt her silky smooth scales underneath his palms and shuddered with delight. His thumbs reached down and spread the puffy, wet lips of her cunt.
She was so eager.
And under the scales…
Her pussy looked very human.
Very inviting.
And then Fizit tugged with her tail, jerking Liam forward, then grinding his cocktip against her.
Fizit’s tail made it clear.
No foreplay.
Then her voice demolished all doubt. “Make love to me, my Lord. Make love to me, my Liam.”
Liam leaned over her. His hands slid from her hips to her shoulders, keeping her shift on. He grinned as his naked chest pressed to her back, feeling the bump of her tail against his belly. He breathed into her ear-hole, his voice a soft purr.
“Fizit...” He kissed her neck, then kissed the base of several of her feathers. It had been a delight, the first time he had realized that teasing where her feathers merged with her scaled head would bring out that croon. That eager, wanting, desperate sound. Her tail writhed against his chest, the tip tightening around his cock, enough to actually make him wince slightly. Liam took that as a sign and thrust into her. His hips drove forward and her tail unwound from his dick until his balls pressed to her softly scaled thighs and his cock filled her to the brim. She hissed through her tongue and closed her eyes as tightly as she could, her claws digging into the desk.
“Holy shit,” she gasped.
“Mmm,” Liam started to lazily fuck her. It wasn’t a frantic thing. No, he took his time, moving his hips in smooth, rocking motions that seemed to unwind the tension he had felt in her back. Her spine loosened and her shoulders went slack as she let her whole body melt into the desk.
“Ah yes,” Fizit crooned. “I needed this. I need this. Mmrr.” Her tail tickled the underside of Liam’s chin, writhing between his chest and her back. Liam shifted, so that he was standing behind her, letting her tail twitch freely as he leaned his head into that tailtip. He kissed and nibbled her, and Fizit giggled and squirmed.
Then Fizit hissed. “I want to watch you cum, Liam.”
Liam nodded. He slid from her and took a moment to admire how soaked his cock was. It dripped with her slick, glittering juices and then he had something far finer to admire. Fizit’s curvaceous, muscular body rolling over. She pulled herself up with her arms and naught else, lifting and spreading her legs so wide that her knees squished her breasts slightly. Her toes pressed where her claws had been digging before. Liam shivered, then whispered.
“You are one fine MILF, Fizit.”
She chuckled throatily. “You say this about once a month, Vanderbilt. Now prove it.” Her eyes glittered and she stretched herself infinitesimally further. Liam grabbed onto his cock, then slapped the tip against Fizit’s cunt. Sliding into her again was just as pleasant as the first time, just as pleasant as the very first time. He hilted himself inside of her and Fizit rolled her head back almost off the side of the desk. Papers crinkled under her as she gasped and rocked her hips in perfect time with Liam’s slow, casual fucking. Her breasts jiggled and bounced with every slap of his balls, while Liam took a moment to admire the tautness of her abdominal muscles.
Then he noticed that, even with her head rolled back, even with her eyes closed to thin slits, she was still watching his face intently.
And so…
Liam let himself show what he felt as he fucked her. He felt the same intense relief he felt when Meg had swooped down from the heavens by being inside of Fizit. Here, in her office, with her body writhing in pleasure atop the paperwork she used to try and keep him and her family and friends and her people safe, it felt as if everything was right with the world again. Fizit gasped and her sex clenched on him, her back arching slightly, the pleasure in her breathing all the encouragement that Liam needed.
He let himself go, his own eyes closeing to slits, shuddering as he clenched his jaw. His balls clenched and he felt his cum surge and then spill into her. Fizit breathed out a single word: “Liam...”
Her tail coiled around and around his thigh, gripping him like a whip.
The faint drip of his cum sliding from her sex became the only noise in the room for a few moments. Liam leaned forward, sliding his hands onto her shoulders, rooting her as he kissed her deeply. Then Fizit put her palms against his chest, caressing him. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, then gently touched scars. Counting them. When the kiss broke, she mumbled softly. “I’m sorry...”
“What?” Liam blinked. He was ready to tell her that she had nothing to apologize for. That she had done everything she could. That…
“But you need to get off me,” Fizit said, grinning. “I have a lot of paperwork.”
“Oh! I see how it is!” Liam said, in faux offense, sliding out of her with a quiet grunt. Cum dripped from her sex – but only for a moment. Her tail coiled up, the tip slapping the skin between her breasts as the bulk of her tail cupped her own sex. Keeping the cum inside of her as she sat up. Liam put his hands on his hips. “Wham! Bam! Thank you, sir!”
Fizit pointed at the door, managing a perfect deadpan. “Out.”
Liam slipped his kilt on, caught Fizit for one more kiss, one more grope, then one firm slap across her butt cheeks. She squeaked and slashed at him with her claws – playfully missing him by only a hair. Liam scooted out, then laughed to himself as he walked, languidly along the corridors of his home. He was heading for his bedroom when he walked past one of the studies and noticed a familiar, hunched figure, poring over manuscripts and papyrus scrolls. From the number of books surrounding the table – not to mention the two burned out mage lights – he guessed that Tethis had been there since right after the meeting.
Hours, in another word.
Liam walked up behind Tethis, moving softly. It felt almost like a dream, to have his favorite gobliness in the palace again. She had been distant, and he knew why... but he didn’t know why she had come back. He coughed, not wanting to just assume he could fondle her.
She may be back, but he didn’t know if the old, comfortable days had come with her.
Tethis leaped almost out of the stool, knocking the mage lamp over. She scrambled to catch it – and through the shadows cast by her fingers, clutching the shimmering orb, Liam could see that she was looking chagrined.
“Hey,” she said.
Liam grabbed a stool, yanked it over, and sat. This meant that he still loomed over her, but at least he didn’t tower.
“Tethis,” he said, smiling at her.
She set the mage light back down. “I see you’ve had some fun.”
Liam’s face flushed and he coughed. “R-Right.”
Tethis smiled shyly. Her ears perked up as she looked at the manuscript she had been studying. The drawings were the kind of crude ancient Egyptian style that he was used to seeing in Coptic buildings – but it showed elves and humans meeting for the first time, swords drawn, beams of light firing from the heavens. Tethis sighed slightly.
“I’m not jealous.” She paused. “Okay, I’m lying, I’m jealous as hell. But-” she cut him off before he could even open his mouth. “We all have work to do, if we’re going to fight Ares and understand what is going on with...Liv.”
Liam put his hand on her shoulder. She tensed.
“Tethis,” he said. “I know you had an issue with Fizit and Liv.”
“Fizit and I, ah, what was that phrase you used?” Tethis smiled, shyly. “Buried the hacker?”
Liam chuckled.
“But it’s weird...” Tethis looked down at her hands. “I hated her because I was scared. Every time I looked at her, I remembered being attacked. I remembered hanging, between life and death...” She shook her head. “But then I saw your son, and saw how much she loved him. And it was like I couldn’t be afraid of her anymore. And if I wasn’t scared of her, I had to look at things rationally. But part of me is so mad at me for not being mad at her. She did try to kill me. Does that make any sense?”
Liam swept Tethis into his arms. He drew her onto his lap, holding her along her belly and across her chest. His head pressed to her hair. He breathed in the soft smell of her – ink and fresh soap and her own natural spice. She squirmed slightly, as if she thought she could complain but couldn’t find any actual words. So, instead, she started to kiss the line of his biceps.
“It does,” he said. “You put a lot of energy into being mad. And if there’s one thing humans, valks, lilin, goblins, elves, and lizardfolk all have in common? It’s that we’re hardwired to hate wasting energy on stuff.”
Tethis snorted.
“I’m not kidding!” Liam said. “Why do you think people love to lounge around when they don’t have to work? It’s their brains telling them to not waste energy.”
Tethis leaned forward. Another feathery kiss against the bulge of Liam’s bicep. Then she licked him. A slow, stately lick, her eyes half closed as she leaned into his arm, sagging slightly.
“I’m glad you’re back,” she whispered.
“I’m glad you’re back.” Liam kissed the tip of one of her ears. Like elves, goblin ears were long and pointed. Also, like elves, their ears were as sensitive and as erogenous as the tips of their nipples, or the nape of their necks. Tethis turned to so much butter in his hands. Liam cupped her full breasts – if she had been the same height as Fizit, she’d have given her a run for her money. His fingers squeezed and felt her nipples pucker and harden against her shift, peeking through. Tethis whimpered.
“I’ve gone a year without...” she breathed.
“Without sex?” Liam asked.
“Without you,” she said. Then, adding. “A-And sex. Not all of us sleep with everything they see.”
“Not everything I see...” Liam took hold of her shift. “Just the incredibly hot women.”
“You say Bast, I say Bastet,” Tethis shot back. Then her shift hit the ground beside her and she sat, gloriously nude on his lap. Her breasts heaved as she panted heavily, her head rolling back as Liam leaned over her shoulder. He had to bend almost in half to get his mouth against her lips. But where their lips met and he kissed her, lightning crackled. Tethis rocked her hips against him, her thighs spread wide. Her bare, hairless, green pussy was so inviting that Liam felt himself rising to her need.
He grabbed her hips, shifted himself, then slid one hand down to yank his kilt up just enough to slap his cock against her slit. Tethis didn’t give him time to wait. She drove herself down onto his cock, breaking the kiss to moan loudly, wordlessly. Her hands reached forward and she braced herself on the desk as she started to lift and drop her hips. Contained in the circle of his arms, Tethis small, curvy body jiggled with every impact of hip to hip. She ducked her head forward, her ear tips thrusting invitingly into the air. Liam leaned over.
Put his palms over her smaller hands. Then started to thrust up into her, using the desk to root her in place as his cock filled her shockingly tight pussy. She was so small, but so very fucking flexible. His mouth closed around one eartip as Tethis whimpered and gasped.
“Gods yes!”
Where Liam had been slow, almost gentle, with Fizit...he felt Tethis desperate need. And so he squeezed her hands and fucked her like she was a bitch in heat. From the moans that escaped her mouth, that was exactly what she needed, and he felt her pussy clenching on him in orgasm within a few moments. Her head rolled to the side, pushing her ear against his lips. His tongue feathered along her ear, tracing the gentle lines that came to the pointed tip, which he teased gently between his teeth, adding slightly more pleasure with every soft, whimpered: “More. More. Moooooore!”
And her second climax rocked through her.
If Liam hadn’t spent his balls in Fizit a mere few minutes before, he might have had a hard time not filling Tethis with his cum at that. But he closed his eyes and focused only on the movement of hip and leg and knee and body. His muscles burned with the pleasant warmth of a gentle workout, and his cock twitched in time with her heart beat. He could feel it, twitching through her as she lolled, almost limp in his arms.
Fucked senseless.
But she still managed to gasp out, between mewls and whimpers and the meaty slap of balls against thighs, one last request. “Cum – ah - on – godsyes – my – nnnnhh! - face.”
Liam stood. His cock was still buried inside of her, and his hands slipped to her hips, holding her up. She squealed as her breasts were pressed to the desk, her whole body now slanted. Liam pulled her up, then off him – and she gasped as he set her down on the stool he had been sitting in. Liam recognized the blissed out, slack expression of her being truly in orgasmic paradise. There was a part of Tethis’ brain that adored being carried and toted around.
An advantage of being small.
Liam grabbed his slick cock.
Pumped once.
And fountained. Cum sprayed from his cock tip in thick streams, spurting outwards and splashing against Tethis’ cheek. Her left eye closed instinctively before a spurt of cum splashed her forehead. Another streaked across the bridge of her nose. But the next two landed in her mouth as she opened it wide, her tongue thrusting out. Liam jerked his hips forward, pressing the fat tip of his cock against her tongue. He emptied his balls into her mouth and shuddered as he felt his knees turn to water. He dropped into the seat she had been in and let himself go utterly slack.
Tethis sat there, cum dripping onto her full, sweat-slicked breasts.
She opened her mouth and thrust out her tongue, showing Liam the utter mess he had made. In that moment, she looked an entire world apart from the dignified, shy, demure scholar he was used too, the archeologist he had met so long ago. She looked like a well fucked whore.
And she loved it.
Her eyes closed and she drew her tongue back into her mouth.
Her throat worked as she swallowed.
And then she opened her mouth again, showing off the emptiness within. As if to say: Look! All clean.
“Jesus Christ...” Liam whispered. And, shocking even himself, he found that he was hard again. Well. Half hard. His cock was trying, desperately, to live up to the display of utter wantonness before him. Tethis reached up, scooping some cum off her face and licking it off her thumb with a quiet muah. Once she popped her thumb from her mouth, she grinned.
“Want some extra energy?”
“What for?” Liam asked, laughing. “Do you want round two?”
Tethis smirked. “As if this is the last room you’re stopping at tonight...”
Liam blinked.
Then nodded.
“Hit me.”
***
Liam walked past his room – the door was closed, and no light shone from within. He wanted to go. He wanted to slide into bed and hold Meg to him. But there was something else he needed to do first.
He walked silently up to Liv’s quarters. Two guards stood beside it, muskets out and armor on. They looked like they had been pulled from the battle ready sections of the Cross Guard. Liam nodded to them and they stepped aside – though both looked as if they had serious misgivings. When he tried the door, he found it opened, not into darkness, but into a pale light. There was no sign of any mage light or torch or candle.
Liv was still radiating like she was a nuclear reactor.
For just a second, Liam worried just getting near her was dangerous.
But what Liv was doing made him step forward and close the door.
Liv was curled up on herself. Her white hair had grown out during her coma, and it spread around her head. But it couldn’t hide the sound of her wracking sobs. Her shoulders shook as she clutched her shins, her face mashed against her knees. Liam put his hand on her shoulder and felt the surge of energy rush through him. It was similar to touching a god while they were showing off their power. Liv slapped at his wrist.
“Go away,” she blubbered.
It was such an un-Liv sound that Liam felt his guts knot.
“No,” he said, sitting beside her. “Liv, I-”
“I said go away!” Liv hissed, jerking her head up. Her eyes still glowed – but tracks of blotchy red ran down her cheeks. “I kill everyone, Liam. Everyone.” She turned her head back, pressing her face against her knees again. Liam shook his head. This time, he did not just put his hand on her shoulder. He slid his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap, just as he had with Tethis. She buzzed with energy but despite the strength radiating from her, despite the hard muscles underneath her skin, Liv melted against him. She threw her arms around his shoulder, mashed her face against his chest, and sobbed.
And sobbed.
And sobbed.
And Liam held her and searched desperately for something to say. But an instinct, deep in his belly, said that saying anything wouldn’t work. The grief was too deep, too long repressed. Too bitter. And so, he simply held her and let Liv sob her eyes out against him. Her voice became hoarse and she sprawled against him, limp as a noodle. He kissed her white hair. She sniffled a few times.
“I like your hair,” Liam whispered.
Liv snorted, a messy, snotty noise. “Fucking idiot.”
She drew back, looking up at him. Her eyes slowly stopped glowing – and he could see they were the same hue as they had always been. Her glow faded and soon, they were in the darkness of the room. Utter blackness – at first. But as their eyes adjusted, Liam saw that a sliver of moonlight shone through the open window, painting everything in shadows and dark outlines.
“I miss him so much,” Liv whispered.
“I know,” Liam said, caressing her cheeks.
“B-But...” Liv leaned into his caress. Her face pressed to his palms. “Fizit’s right. He’d have been dead in a blink. I’d have lived my life and he’d be gone in, what? Thirty years?” She shook herself. “And I’d still be here. Forever.” Her eyes closed and her voice dropping to a pained hiss. “What am I, Liam? What am I? My people made slaves and designed them to fall apart, while hoarding immortality. My father raped my mother. What does that make me? A bitch from a house of bitches. A murdering monster, a-”
“Liv,” Liam stopped her, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. “Liv, Liv, Liv.”
Liv shook her head, pushing his hands away. “Go away, Liam. I don’t even deserve to be your slave, let alone-”
Liam leaned forward. His mouth found hers in the darkness. He kissed her. It was not a lustful kiss. It wasn’t even exactly romantic. But it was the fastest, clearest way he could think to show her that there was more to Liv than muscle and murder and hate. All those other parts of her uncoiled in his mind. Her snide sense of humor. Her cynicism. Her ability to change. He remembered a time where she would have accepted everything she had found without blinking. Without thinking. Without a single solitary question, even one as simple as: Do I deserve this?
He drew back. Her mouth was slightly open in the darkness, glinting with the wetness of contact. Her eyes glittered with tears.
“Why?” she rasped. “I’m not worth it.”
“You don’t get to decide that now,” Liam said, taking her hands, squeezing. “Not when you have forever to decide which way. You have eternity, Liv, to be worth it. To be someone worth kissing. Loving.”
Liv looked into his eyes. “Liam...”
She leaned forward.
This kiss wasn’t simply hot. It was like a furnace. Her mouth mashed against his and her teeth almost cut his lips as her hands grabbed the back of his head. Her fingers worked through his hair as her tongue swept into his mouth. She molded her body against him, her breasts tiny accents to her sleek chest. Her nipples were hard, insistent points that ground against his. Liam kissed her back, letting himself lose himself in her contact. Liv had been so many things to him over the years.
Enemy.
Slave.
Friend.
Mystery.
Partner.
But right now, the only thing that was left was the need of touch. The urge for two souls to feel something other than fear. Liam broke the kiss, panting. Liv rolled onto her back – her lips had tasted of salt tears. She wiped at her face with one arm – but Liam wasn’t leaning down to kiss her lips again. No. He slid from the bed, his knees pressing onto the carpet that spread across the floor. His hands cupped her thighs in the near pitch blackness, finding their way with touch rather than sight.
Liv made a quiet, confused noise.
But then Liam found the lips he desperately wanted to kiss.
His mouth pressed to her sex and his tongue plunged into her. Liv’s back arched and she gasped. “Yesss!” she hissed. “Oh... oh...” She writhed, one leg kicking spasmodically as Liam’s nose ground against the hard nub of her clit. His tongue coiled up, pressing to her G-spot. He had found it before. But it felt like several lifetimes had passed since he had tasted her.
Had she always tasted like the finest wine?
Had her pussy always been so silky smooth?
Had the soft sounds of her pleasure always been so beautiful?
Liam drew his tongue back, panting. He could feel his mouth dripping with her arousal as his tongue circled her clit again and again. Then he leaned forward and captured the pearly nub, sucking on her gently, then slightly more forcefully as Liv urged him on by clutching her muscular thighs around his head, drawing him closer. Her fingers worked into his hair, fingernails pressing wantonly to his scalp.
“Brax!” she wailed.
Liam closed his eyes…
And didn’t feel anything but wry amusement. He drew his mouth back, looking up through the darkness at Liv. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.
Liam fought to keep his face even.
Liv whispered. “Oh god, Liam, I am- am...” She paused, watching as his lips quivered. Then as he started to laugh, Liv chuckled, then laughed as well. Her shoulders shook as she sat up, her hands sliding along the bed under her. She laughed and laughed – and moaned as Liam ducked his head back down and went back to sucking on her clitty.
After a short time, though, Liv was hissing. “N-No more! No more, I... ah!” She gasped as Liam licked her once more. “I... I need you. I need you in me, Liam. Please. God. Please. Please.” She whispered. But Liam was already crawling over her. His cock traced a line of heat along her thigh as he leaned down in the darkness, whispering in her ear.
“As gratifying as it is, Livianna of Sparta, you don’t need to beg.”
“Of Babylon,” she whispered, turning her head to look him square in the eyes. Her eyes glittered in the darkness of the room – with tears and with determination. “Livianna of Babylon.”
Her left leg lifted up. She turned and cocked her knee, so that her toes traced along his back. A big toe, drawing a circle along his spine, like a palm. Had she always been so flexible? Liam smiled down at her. Then he reached between them – guiding his cock into her. She was tight as a virgin – and as sensitive as one, considering the fact she sank her teeth into his shoulder as viciously hard as any girl that Liam had slid into. He yelped – and Liv squirmed under him.
“F-Forgot how... hung you are,” she whispered.
“Ow,” Liam whispered back.
Liv chuckled, then kissed the bite mark as Liam started to thrust into her. Like with Fizit – an odd mirror, he thought incoherently, lost in the pleasure of her silk smooth pussy – he moved gently. Slowly. His balls didn’t pound her ass like a drum. Rather, his body and hers were like two musicians, and their song was growing more and more in time with every movement. Her thighs closed vice-like around his hips, her feet hooking over one another. Her hands caressed his head as she gasped and looked into his eyes.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Liv started to gasp. Her eyes flashed.
Glowed.
And, in a single moment of nearly blinding light, she flared like a nova. Energies surged along Liam’s body and he felt her pleasure. Not in the tightness of her sex, but as if he had a pussy. He felt the delight she took in his muscular frame, in the way that he was gentle – like Brax. He felt the odd fixation with the firmness and size of his balls. He felt the orgasm that came not from a single place, but rather, washed through her whole body. He felt the tingling excitement of nipples grinding against nipples – similar to his own sensations... but much more intense.
More shocking.
And then his own climax shot through him. And Liam gaped as he felt his pleasure reflected backwards at him. It was like feeling it a second time, delayed only by a few moments. It bounced into him, even as her pleasure reflected from him. The pleasure cascaded back and forth, back and forth, until the two of them were lost in a blaze as bright as a star.
Then it cut out – the two of them splayed on the bed.
Liam felt utterly spent. His balls actually ached from the amount of cum that he had filled Liv with. She twitched under him, as if she was being sparked or bitten by insects. Her fingers caressed his head as she gasped heavily, her breasts rising and falling with every motion. Liam tried to move his arms but he couldn’t.
Holy shit, he heard a voice echoing in his head.
Liv’s voice.
“Liv?” Liam mumbled.
“What was that?” Liv whispered.
Liam slowly managed to wriggle himself to the side. He flopped onto his back, panting heavily. He sprawled next to Liv.
“I think you...” Liam spoke between gasps. “Have managed. Ah. To. Ah. Do... what was forced on Ares and Dia. Via. Ah. Sheer. Ah. Willpower.” He rolled his head to look at her. “Ares and Dia. Both of them said that they started off as, mm, normal people. Right?”
Liv nodded.
“But then they started doing amazing things. And people started to treat them like gods. They started to get worshiped. And those stories changed them. Ares got dumber. Became Zeus’ son, despite having never met the guy before and having actual human parents. Dia became a fucking jackal dude.” He closed his eyes. “You broke away from the story of Livianna of Sparta by just... hating your Dad enough.”
“It wasn’t even hating him,” Liv mumbled. “It was just not focusing on him.”
“Hmm?” Liam furrowed his brow.
“I wasn’t thinking of him cause, um, when I did, I’d get...scared.” Liv gulped. “So, I stopped. I just thought of the cut. Of the sword. Of movement.”
Liam was silent for a time, considering.
“However you did it...” He started to sit up – but Liv grabbed him and yanked him back down next to her. Since she was the demigod, Liam remained right where he was. “However you did it, I think you’ve freed yourself. You don’t need to be what the stories say.” He paused. “And that includes powers. That’s how he reads minds! And teleports! Neither of those fucking fit the old purviews of a god of war, but he can just use his powers.”
Liv mumbled something under her breath. She was cuddling against him. Liam squirmed. “Sorry, Liv, I have a wife to sleep next to.”
The door opened.
Closed.
Liam blinked.
“Damn straight you do.”
Meg’s voice was husky. But there was a second form in the darkness. A tail twitched from side to side. Liam blinked – and then heard Mary’s husky voice.
“I’m away from town for one day, and all this happens?” she asked.
“Come on, Mary,” Meg said, cheerfully as Liv sleepily sat up and started to glow. Under her pale illumination, Liam could see Mary had dressed in her official uniform sans a few crucial parts. Acres of red flesh gleamed between black leather, which clung to full breasts and swept around swaying hips. Her wimple clung to her face, but her eyes were filled with pure sin. Meg, next to her, was in a kilt and shift, her wings fanning out, catching the light and reflecting it back at Liam.
Liam felt Tethis’ spell worming through him.
Getting him hard again.
The two women advanced.
“Liv, help,” Liam squeaked.
“Sure thing,” Liv purred.
She grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back.