The brilliant sun had drifted to the horizon. Liam sat on the edge of a dune, his knees drawn up to his chest, and marveled at the spread of oranges and purples and blues that shaded the sky. He had forgotten their exact composition in the long years on Purgatory – in Purgatory, more like. His memories had always put the orange around the sun and the horizon, with the skies above becoming darker and darker. But the real sunsets of the Atlantic were something else entirely.
The sky remained painted in gold and fire. The clouds that drifted above seemed to burn with smokeless beauty. At the middle of the horizon, the sun was sinking into the waves, vanishing inch by inch, second by second. And shrouding the horizon like a pal of smoke was a gathering darkness deeper and more complete than anything on Purgatory. Even when the star in the center of Purgatory had dimmed to a nearly invisible disk of blackness, there had always been the slightly offset darkness of an enclosed room.
“It’s amazing,” Meg said, her voice husky. Liam had barely noticed her stepping up next to him. She knelt down, sliding her muscular arm along his shoulders and drawing him in close. She grumbled under her breath. “Stupid splints.”
Liam smiled. He could feel the unnatural stiffness of her wing as he leaned against his wife. She loved to ‘wing hug’ him almost as much as she adored flying, and getting a wing broken without enough magic to quickly heal it had to be frustrating as hell. His arm slid along her back.
“You always talked about sunsets,” Meg said, shaking her head. “And your Mom, and your President, and your planet. But even after years of hearing, I never really imagined just what it would be like. Just how different it would be.”
“Really?” Liam asked, laughing as he tore his eyes from the slowly vanishing sun and looked at the infinitely more beautiful face of his wife. It wasn’t a cheesy husbandly thing to think either. Liam could have been put before a judge and a firing squad and have easily sworn on the Bible itself that there wasn’t even a competition between Meg and the sunset. But they weren’t in competition. The light of the fading sun and her pale complexion complemented one another, like gold on a red velvet display case.
“What do you mean 'really'?” Meg said, sticking her tongue out at him, her nose scrunching up. “Of course reality would be different from my imagination. Or, as real as my senses can get. After all, we are all just grasping at shadows.” She grinned.
“Oh, don’t start with the Cave again,” Liam said, shaking his head. Meg leaned her head against his shoulder, her eyes half closed as she looked at the sea. Liam reached up to gently pet her wings, careful to not hurt or jar her. His fingers worked between her feathers as he clarified. “It’s more that you act like we’re on Purgatory here. I figured that Earth didn’t phase you.”
Meg chuckled. “Well, someone has to be the brave one in the relationship. I’m putting on a front so you have room to be emotional.”
Liam’s face settled. He ducked his head forward, letting his chin rest against his chest, even as the sea started to grow a deeper and deeper blue as the sun finally vanished beneath the horizon. The gloriously pale light that hung around afterwards let him see his hands. He looked at the callouses – made by sword and fist blows – and the thin seaming scars from cuts. There was the deep, white line he’d given himself when he had grabbed his own longsword and used it to pummel an enemy unconscious in the most literal sense of that word.
He’d gotten gauntlets in a hurry after that desperate fight.
“I’m worried about our kids,” he said.
“I’m not. Holy shit, your Mom’s better than we are at this.” Meg nodded. “Think we can hire her full time?”
Liam chuckled. “I’m worried about Liv.”
“I’m not,” Meg said, cheerfully. “She’s a superhero demigod elven badass who loves you and is willing to kick all kinds of ass to get us saved.”
Liam looked at Meg, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Meg smiled. “I told you. I’m the brave front in this relationship for now.” She grinned. “Go on, bring up anything more dire thoughts, I’ll shoot them down.”
“Ares, a shapeshifting, teleporting, mind reading god with a massive hardon for vengeance against the human race is bopping around a world with fifteen thousand ICBMs loaded with city busting nuclear weapons,” Liam said.
Meg flipped her hand. “He’s still Ares. He might be smarter. He might have some new powers. But he’s still got an arrogant streak the size of...” She paused. “The Golden Gate Bridge.” She grinned. “That’s the big one, right?”
“Yeah.” Liam smiled. “Okay, uh, how about the Vorlon god Boogie and his magical space dragon who comes out periodically to eat the sun?”
Meg snorted. “Like I can’t beat up a Vogon.”
“Vorlon,” Liam corrected her.
Meg flipped her hand. “Them too.”
Liam chuckled. “So, uh...” He leaned close, so that his lips pressed right up against the curve of Meg’s ear. His voice was a warm purr that made her shiver in delight despite the relatively warm air that blew in from the sea. “How close are you to being fully healed?”
“Tethis said that it should be sometime tonight. Maybe earlier, she was a bit vague. Apparently my valkyrie healing factor was throwing off her calculations. Why?” Meg pursed her lips in a look of exaggerated innocence which distracted not a whit from the hard thrust of her nipples against her heavily modified but very thin shirt.
Liam grinned and leaned in and kissed her. He caught the back of her head with his hand, holding her close. Not that Meg needed encouragement. Her mouth and his met and her tongue plunged into his mouth as her palms spread along his chest, feeling his muscle. Liam felt a faint twinge of pride at the fact that feeling his chest drove Meg to kiss him even more deeply. Her thighs spread and she straddled his hips, pushing him onto his back. His back sank into sand and he felt the grains press against the small of his back, threatening the hem of his ragged jeans.
But in the moment, he simply did not care.
Meg broke the kiss, rearing back so that she settled and ground the perfect globes of her ass against his straining member. Her fingers drew ten electric lines of contact along his skin, tracing the shape of his muscles as if she wanted to put it to memory. Her eyes were hooded and her grin was wicked, barely visible in the gathering dusk.
“I can hear footsteps,” she whispered, cocking her head. “Sounds like someone who kind of knows her way around the brush but not quite.”
Liam started to turn his head – but Meg caught his cheek with her fingers, rooting his head in place.
“Definitely your Madam President.” Meg’s soft purr was nearly lost in the crash of the waves on the beach. “She’s stopped.”
Liam felt his heart skip a beat and his cock twitched against his jeans. Meg, attuned to his body by her own closeness, grinned even wider. The ghostly remains of evening light had finally swept away, letting stars shine above. Diamonds in velvet. The only thing Liam could see of Meg for the moment was the pale glow of her blue on blue eyes, shining just enough to hint at a nose and that wicked grin. Her wings rustled as she flexed them, snapping splints with ease. Her groan of relief made it clear those splints weren’t needed. Not anymore.
“How about we give her a state of our union, hmm?” Meg rocked her hips to give decadent punctuation to her words – an exclamation point, from how slick and wet and hot she felt.
Liam reached up in the darkness. His hands found her breasts, squeezing through her thin shirt as Meg fanned her wings outwards, their outlines traced by how many stars went dark. But Liam’s eyes were adapting to twilight, and the crashing waves were beginning to glow with bioluminescence, adding an extra ghostly edge to the surrounding night. Those were secondaries, though, to the firm deliciousness of Meg’s perfect breasts. Contained in bras, hidden by shirts, wrapped in towels, or protected by bronze and steel - it didn’t matter. Liam loved getting his hands on them. Loved that he could find her nipples and tweak them just a fraction harder than he could with normal human women.
From Meg’s excited hiss, she appreciated his strength and her own superhuman toughness.
“Fuck, Liam,” she whispered. “I almost forgot how good this feels...”
“I fucked you yesterday, Meg,” Liam said, sitting up. But despite his words, he could also feel the electric excitement between them. Meg had watched as he plowed his way through what felt like the population of a small city. She loved to watch. She adored every moment of the act and had expounded upon her favorite details – from the shocked awe on women seeing Liam’s size for the first time to the point where a woman started to slide towards the edge of total orgasmic bliss. But something Meg and Liam hadn’t done in far too long was show off.
Liam grabbed her shirt, practically tearing it. The only reason why he didn’t was because Meg lifted her arms and adjusted her wings, to allow the specially tailored shirt to slide up and over her head. In the dim twilight and the luminescence of her eyes, Liam could see her hair looking tousled and mussed. His palm cupped her cheek, slid through her hair, and dragged her close. Her breasts mashed against his chest, the hard tips of her nipples grinding against his, and the kiss they shared was even longer, even more intense, punctuated by a slow rocking motion of her hips as she desperately fucked against his bulge.
Meg broke the kiss to gasp: “Oh Liam.”
And even Liam could hear the quiet whimper that came from the forest near the beach. Liam could barely believe his cock didn’t explode out of his fucking pants. He supposed Earth jeans were tougher than he remembered.
Meg’s hands shoved him back down and she purred. “Let's see if you still eat pussy as well as I remember.”
“Fucked. You. Yestermmmmph!”
In that moment, the near darkness of twilight was gone, replaced with the glorious, warm darkness that came from having the woman you love more than life itself sitting right on your face. His nose nestled into her pubic-feathers and his tongue immediately swept out to slide from the bottom of her cunny to the very tip of her clitty. In that one sweet moment, Liam not only got to hear the most musical and wonderful noise in the world (Meg’s moan of pure bliss) but also taste the finest pussy in the universe. Win-win. His eyes closed and his hands reached up, cupping and squeezing her ass. This provoked a quiet grunt of happiness from Meg. So, Liam added a quick spank, rocking her pussy against his face. His nose rubbed her clit as he delved his tongue into her, immediately finding the spot that he knew brought her the most pleasure.
Meg bit her lower lip and hissed – Liam recognized the sound. He also recognized the fluttering rush of her wings flapping slightly with her own gathering orgasm. So, Liam quickly slipped one hand between the muscular heat of her thighs, pressing his middle finger to her pussy and plunging it immediately up to his knuckle. He crooked his finger, playing Meg like a violin as his tongue drew back to circle teasingly around her clit. Meg started to pant heavily, and he heard her fingers crunching into the sand as she rocked her hips above him. Liam applied direct pressure to her clit.
“Ah fucking gods, yes!” Meg quivered and came. Hard. Her pussy clenched on his finger and her juices flowed liberally into his mouth and down his throat. Liam slid his finger back as quickly as he could, so he could kiss against her sex and drink from her. His nose continued to tease against her clit as she rocked her hips, her wings beating once or twice as she came.
Which was why Liam was glad that the healing had worked slightly faster than Tethis had predicted.
Meg groaned. “Get your big cock out now, Mr. Vanderbilt, or else you’ll get to the UN without pants.”
Liam grinned as Meg drew back enough to let him sit up and get his hands at his jeans. He undid the button, struggled the zipper down, and groaned as his cock finally escaped the prison it had been straining to escape. As it slapped audibly against his chest, Meg purred…
And from the treeline, both could audibly hear: “Jaysus!”
Liam tensed. While it was fun knowing that they were being watched, this wasn’t Purgatory, where being forced to admit that they knew they were being watched could smoothly pivot into another partner. He was still trying to find a diplomatic way to bring up the issue to Amanda – or a way to fake that he hadn’t heard her – when Meg turned and then called out, “Get your MILFy ass out here, Prez!”
“I what!?” Amanda squawked.
“Meg!” Liam hissed. But Meg was already standing. Buck naked and practically glowing with the aftereffects of her orgasm, she sauntered towards the forest. She moved like liquid sex, her hips rolling from side to side, catching moonlight on her soaked thighs with every step. The jiggle of her rump and the rustle of her wings was so hypnotic that Liam just lay there for the five or so seconds it took Meg to reach the forest and bushes, reach in, then casually tug Amanda out.
The President had stripped down to her shirt and some salvaged pants, rather than sticking to her severe suit. Then, she had stripped down just a fraction more – opening her pants. Her panties had been shifted back into place, but the rising moon was making it quite easy to see the glisten on the tip of her fingers, while her plain white panties had a definite dark spot. Amanda looked like she was completely befuddled as to how she had gotten into this position, even as Meg drew her over to where Liam was finally starting to get to his feet. As he stood, Liam tried to cover his member. His member, still aching with eagerness, refused to be easily hidden by a single hand.
Meg grinned and gently pushed Amanda towards Liam. The President staggered and fell against him, her palms pressing to his chest, her head tilting forward as she nuzzled against his neck more by accident than design. Her nose flared and she shivered, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Liam gulped, slowly. “I am, uh, sorry, Madam President, my wife forgets. We’re not on Purgatory.”
Meg’s hand dipped down. She cupped Amanda’s ass and smirked.
“Yeah. But isn’t the whole point of coming here to bring the best parts of Purgatory to Earth? The healing is nice, the power crystals are fine. But let's be fucking honest here.” She pushed and Amanda didn’t even struggle as she was pressed more completely against Liam – Meg’s voice dipped lower and lower, becoming a huskier and more predatory sound with every word. “It’s also about the fucking.”
Amanda gaped at Liam.
Liam gaped at her.
“Y-You’re not married, are you?” he whispered, his hands going slowly to her hips. She was soft in a way Meg, for all her delicious curves, wasn’t.
“Yes. No. Not anymore.” She gulped. “Died.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Liam flushed.
“Don’t be...” Amanda’s voice was very husky. “Bastard was fuckin’ an aide before he dropped dead from a heart attack.” Her lips were growing closer and closer and closer as she leaned forward. Then she drew back. “We shouldn’t-”
“Oh come on!” Meg slapped the President of the United States ass like she was a balking horse and Meg was in the Texan rodeo. Amanda shoved forward and her lips mashed against Liam, her hands squeezing his shoulders. Liam’s tongue plunged into her mouth and Amanda moaned with a deep, husky eagerness. Meg grinned, then nodded and crossed her arms over her chest.
“My work here is done,” she purred.
Liam drew away from Amanda. Amanda didn’t waste any time. Her hands went to her shirt and she tugged at it – buttons going flying as she desperately clawed at her shirt. Considering the workload an active President had, and the lack of a husband, Liam wouldn’t be shocked if she had gone without for an achingly long time. And from the way she desperately tugged her bra off and tossed it carelessly over her shoulder – Meg catching it from the air and sniffing at it curiously – Amanda was hornier than any woman Liam had been with in, well, at least two minutes. Her lips pressed to his neck and before Liam could do more than cup and squeeze her firm, high breasts, Amanda slithered out of his grip.
But she wasn’t stepping back.
She was going down.
Whatever the tolls that age had taken on her, it hadn’t done a thing to Amanda’s knees. They pressed to the sand as her lips kissed along Liam’s belly, tracing the circle of his belly button with her eager tongue. She moaned wantonly as she kissed down to the small tuft of pubic hair above his cock – her hand cupped his member, lifting it so that she could nuzzle him. She didn’t kiss and lick. She simply ground her face against his cock, breathing in his scent. “Jaysus,” she said again. Liam half closed his eyes, focusing on the soft feeling of her cheek slipping against his member. “Are you half horse, young man?”
Okay, Liam thought. I did not know being called a young man could be quite so erotic. Good to know.
Looking down, Liam could see with dark-adapted eyes that a bit of her makeup had smeared and her eyes glittered with a wantonness that shocked him – the contrast of that youthful lust and the slight wrinkles around each eye only accentuated how very horny Amanda was. She planted a tiny, almost dainty kiss against the side of his cock, her perfectly manicured fingernails glinting in the moonlight and starlight as she started to pump her hand up and down his cock, taking her time with every single inch.
“Ya’ll absolutely cannot and I do mean cannot,” Amanda murmured, her Texan twang growing more pronounced with every inch of Liam’s cock she nuzzled and licked and kissed. “Breathe a word of this to the press.”
“Well, duh,” Meg said, kneeling down behind the President. She kissed her ear, then whispered. “Liam likes it when you say how big his dick is, bee-tee-dubs.”
Amanda shot a look at Meg, who gave her a cheery thumbs up. This look didn’t stop Amanda from kissing and nuzzling Liam’s cock again, her nose flaring as she inhaled him like a drug. Mumbling against him, Amanda continued: “Tarnation, not the fact I’m layin’ him.” She kissed the bottom of Liam’s dick, moving her head slightly so that his cock rested against the middle of her face – his balls against her chin, the length of him against her lips, his tip almost mussing her hair. She closed her eyes. “Tha’ fact I love suckin’ dick.”
“Well, doesn’t everyone?” Meg asked, honestly confused.
“Not on Earth. Not most women,” Amanda mumbled, quietly, shivering. “But when ah was younger, ah couldn’t get enough of cock.” She shuddered. “But Christ, Vanderbilt, if anyone ah knew was packin’ this heat, ah’d never get out from under my desk.” She pressed forward to lovingly kiss his balls. Her tongue feathered out and she began to tongue his ball-sack with the same kind of loving attentiveness she had been showing his cock, curling her tongue to draw one of his balls into her mouth. Her eyes closed and the look of utter bliss Liam could see showing past his cock was almost more erotic than the feel of her sucking.
Almost.
Amanda drew back, breathing in eagerly as her hand closed around the base of Liam’s dick. Her other hand, he noticed, was buried between her thighs. She shifted her legs wider – then squeaked and looked over her shoulder. Meg was leaning up behind her and in the darkness and shadows, Liam couldn’t quite see if Meg’s arm was pressed to Amanda’s belly. He couldn’t say, for sure, if the Republican President was currently being fingered by his wife. He could have set on a congressional hearing and said, truthfully, that he couldn’t say if Meg was fingerfucking the President.
Honestly.
He was slightly more focused on what Meg saying.
“Now, his size is going to be a bit of a struggle. But that’s half the fun. What you need to do is not think about it. If you focus on every single inch, you’ll lose your nerve. So start by just licking around and around his tip. Yesss, like that.” Meg nodded as Liam half closed his eyes, hissing as Amanda started to ring his cock with her lips and her tongue. Her tongue-tip teased the edge of his foreskin and her lips closed around the very edge of his cock head. Her hand started to pump his cock, stroking him slowly as she closed her eyes, quivering.
There was a kind of bliss on her face that rivaled anything Liam had ever seen. Even Meg was looking impressed.
“Now, start to relax your throat. And slide forward. Just like that, Amanda. Just like that.” Amanda was starting to push forward, her mouth opening wider, her tongue flattening to the bottom of her mouth. Her teeth lightly grazed Liam’s cock as his girth pressed further and further in, but she opened even wider to push more and more of his cock into her mouth. She reached the halfway point and Liam felt his cocktip bump against something in her throat. Amanda froze, and Meg caressed her cheek with the hand that wasn’t hidden.
“Shh, just relax...this is the part where everyone needs to take a break. Want to-”
Amanda made a quiet groaning noise and let go of Liam’s cock. Her hand went to Meg’s wrist, then moved Meg’s hand from her cheek to the back of her head. Even Meg - decadent, debauched, utterly hedonistic Meg - looked a bit thrown by that. Then her fierce grin came back.
“Oh can we keep her?” she purred.
“That’s an act of war, honey!” Liam managed to gasp out. Then the only noise he could make was a quiet, unmasculine whine as Meg started to push Amanda’s mouth forward, gently. Insistently. Amanda’s eyes opened and rolled up to look at Liam’s eyes. Then they rolled back more as she shuddered and pushed the last few inches forward with Meg’s help. His balls gently slapped her chin and Amanda’s hips rocked as she came.
“Holyjesusfuck,” Liam whispered.
Amanda drew slowly back as Meg lifted the hand that had been off doing utterly mysterious things. She slurped her tongue from palm to fingertips, her glowing blue eyes closed to thin slits as Amanda’s lips released Liam’s cock with an audible pop. The older woman panted heavily, her hand going to her chest as Liam mentally revised his story.
That juice could have come from anywhere, Senator O'Donnell. Meg often fingers herself. Liam imagined himself saying to a microphone as a panel of congresscritters frowned at him.
“Gods, she tastes good,” Meg purred.
And Meg sometimes refers to herself in third person.
Amanda was in the middle of wiping some smeared lipstick off her mouth with the back of her hand when Meg leaned forward and caught her mouth. The older woman looked completely shocked. Her eyes widened and she sat there in dumb confusion for a few seconds before slowly starting to kiss Meg back, pressing against her. Meg drew back, whispering. “God he tastes amazing on you...” She purred, kissing Amanda’s cheek – pushing her head with her nose to get Amanda’s lips back against Liam’s achingly aroused cock.
Liam mentally resigned himself to perjury.
It took thinking of every old dude in the Senate and the House of Representatives to not cum as Amanda slurped his entire cock back into her throat. Now that she had ‘broken’ herself in, it seemed she could take him with ease. Her head started to bob with smooth, fluid motions. Her free hand cupped and squeezed his balls as Meg kissed and nuzzled at her neck, her hands cupping both of the older woman’s breasts. Amanda’s eyes were closed and she started to suck faster and faster. Liam gritted his teeth. He had been blown by goddesses. He could-
Amanda started to hum.
“Fuck!”
His balls clenched and Amanda squeezed him with just enough pressure, as if she was trying to milk him for every droplet. Liam felt as if he was giving her everything he could – his knees almost buckled as his cock spurted with a wave of thick, hot cum. Thick, hot cum that Amanda drank with such clear pleasure that it only redoubled his pleasure. Then her mouth slurped back halfway between one spurt and Liam gaped as he saw his cum splash against the face of the President of the United States.
It was just as surreally erotic as he could have imagined.
Cum dripped from her chin onto one of her slightly sagging breasts, while the laugh-lines around her eyes crinkled as her face screwed up in pleasure. She licked at her lips and her chin, straining her tongue and using her fingers to start guiding Liam’s cum to her tongue. Meg leaned in, starting to lick at her face with eager movements.
“Remember,” Amanda purred, her fingers sliding out of her mouth. She had regained enough control to use her accentless voice now. “Any word goes to the press and you two go into a very deep, very dark hole.”
Liam and Meg both nodded.
Then Meg grinned. “So, want him in your pussy now?”
“We don’t have a condom so, absolutely not.”
“Ass?” Meg suggested, ever hopeful.
“Are you insane?” Amanda asked, actually laughing. “Vanderbilt would split me in half.”
Liam, meanwhile, had dropped onto the sand with a whump. He sprawled there, feeling his balls nestling into a tiny divot in the sand. He closed his eyes and breathed as evenly as he could, trying to think a thought that wasn’t inane. But it was just an endless series of ‘wows’ and ‘holy shits’ echoing in his head. His eyes remained closed as Meg and Amanda continued to speak.
“Give it back...”
“Come on, your titties are still cute enough hanging free!”
“It’s not about being cute. Not all of us have your superhuman back muscles, Mrs. Vanderbilt.”
“Gods, I love how you say my name when you’re angry...”
“Argh!”
And then Liam heard the unmistakable and very audible sound of an iPhone’s camera function going off.
“Annnnnnnd saved!” A cheerful male voice said from overhead. Liam opened his eyes and saw that the whole beach was illuminated by a pale golden light, shimmering in the air and setting dust motes that danced in the night breeze alight. The illumination came from a puffy cloud that looked as if it had flown right out of a work of Chinese calligraphy, and standing upon it was the gangly, muscular form of Sun Wukong. His staff was tucked behind one ear – the size and shape of a tiny metal toothpick – and he was holding a nice, sleek new iPhone in one hand, angled down at the threesome on the beach.
Liv, who floated next to him, snatched the phone from his hand and crushed it between her fingertips so fast that Sun’s expression was still smug and cocky as the glass and metal crinkled to the beach floor. The dawning horror came as he slowly turned his head to face Liv, his hands still held up, like he was holding a phantom cellphone.
“I was kidding, Liv!” he said.
“Oh,” Liv said, looking at the mangled mass of glass, metal and silicone in her hand. She slowly handed it back to Sun.
Sun Wukong sighed audibly.
***
“On a scale of one to ten!” Liam shouted over the roar of the winds. “How fucked are we?”
“Turbo!” Sun shouted back.
Liam groaned. He preferred flying first class in Air Force One to this, no matter how spectacular it was. Sun Wukong had stretched his Stormwind Rider (“I came up with the name myself!”) to be roughly the length and width of a RV. This had made the cloud as thin as a carpet, and left everyone who was seated on it clustered as far from the edges as possible. The F-16 pilot, who could just barely start to feel her legs again, was in the center, with Tethis next to her. Fizit, Amanda, Meg and Liam were near the front, where Sun stood and focused on the horizon. It seemed all he had to do to get his Stormwind Rider to rocket forward at a significant multiple of the speed of sound was stand there and clench his fists.
Liam wondered how much effort it actually took.
The magic of the Rider did cut down on the wind chill and the noise. The operative phrase being ‘cut down.’ Not eliminate. Liam was sure that his head would be ringing by the time they hit the French coast.
“What happened to the United Nations conference?” Amanda shouted.
Liv, who was rocketing along next to the Rider, skimmed closer. She rolled onto her back, still flying through the air at an incredible speed. Wind blew he blue hair past her cheeks, forcing her to shout through strands of sky-blue like she was speaking through a curtain. “That’s just the problem, Ma’am. It’s still on. You’re there!”
“I’m what?” Amanda blinked. Then, as if she had been a Purgatorian politician her whole life, she got it. “Ares took my place?”
“Either that or he cast a spell on someone,” Sun Wukong shouted. “The conference is closed to the press for the preliminaries. I’m betting Ares is waiting until today to bring out the big guns.”
“Why today?” Fizit asked. “What’s special about today?”
“Well!” Sun said. “Today is when the speeches before the Press are being held. What better time to dramatically fuck everything than when the whole world is watching?”
Meg nodded. “So, what’s the plan?”
Amanda frowned. Her shirt was still missing a few buttons, despite the best efforts of Tethis. She wasn’t exactly a garment mage, and she had burned through every single crystal source she had fixing the pilot’s spine and Meg’s wings and Liam’s leg. Liam gulped. He had at least one trump card. He still had the magic that would keep his brain alive and in stasis, even if the rest of his body was obliterated. But the chances were that if he was ever blasted that hard, Ares would just stomp on his skull like it was an annoying vase.
But it was something.
“Here’s the plan,” Amanda said. “We get there as fast as we can and we reveal Ares. Then we hope against hope that you can beat him, Liv.”
Liv nodded, curtly.
And on the horizon, Liam saw, for the first time in his life, the beaches of France.
It was time for endgame.