Night had fallen quickly as the goddess of fertility wistfully admired the view of the landscape from her heavenly home. She longed for the intimate embrace of her husband, the god of creation, but he was away with his brothers dealing with some troubling issues in the one of the terra realms.
Retiring to their shared quarters, she laid down on the bed and let out a sigh as a deep slumber overcame her only for it to be interrupted minutes later by strong arms encasing her from behind. A smile graced her features as she felt full lips cover her own.
"Has everything been taken care of?" She asked sleepily, eyes still closed.
"Not exactly," the deep bass voice of her husband said. "But, it is a start. We will have to go back very soon."
She sighed. "I understand, my sister has requested my own presence in the realm of Tryscalios."
"Really?" He paused, considering her words. "Your journey wouldn't have anything to do with the Dread King would it?"
"Yes, actually." She turned to face her husband. Concern colored her features. "What do you think this could mean?"
"I guess we won't find out until we get there," he said. His smile turning lecherous with desire. "But enough talk about bothersome matters. I've missed you, Vhaenyra."
Knowing exactly where his thoughts were headed, she caused her garments to disappear. Kissing him passionately, she let the palm of her hand slide down the length of his chest to lovingly caress his member.
"Oh Zhamir," she whispered in delight as he teased her with his nimble fingers until she was a quivering mess. "Be gentle with me my love."
She yelped when he entered her abruptly.
"I make no promises." He chuckled darkly.
"Ah, I see how this is going to go." She turned her back to him and grinned in anticipation. He was always rough with her after journeys that left him irritated, and she secretly enjoyed that side of him. What she did not expect was for him to get even rougher than normal. He was sliding in and out of her so fast.
"My love," she gasped breathlessly as she reached behind her back and placed a steadying hand on his stomach to slow him down. "Please, I--
He cut her off with one hand over her mouth and the other around her throat.
"What did I tell you about that hand?" She let out a wanton moan as he whispered in her ear, squeezing her neck lightly. He continued pumping his hard shaft into her and moved one hand to slap the soft flesh of her posterior. She moved her hand and slumped into the pillows, making her arch distinctly clear to see. The pace sped up even more as she lost all sense, pushing back with all her might to meet her lover's thrusts.
She gasped as she felt him shift beneath her. He had leaned back so that she was now bouncing wildly in his lap. He brought his hand back to her neck and squeezed harder than before. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and it was getting harder to breathe. Fear creeped into her veins, this was not like her husband at all. It was all becoming too much for her as these notions of dread flooded her thoughts.
"Zha--
She could barely speak, the sensations taking her breath away. He stiffened beneath her and she felt her womb fill with his seed. She saw stars as an epic climax ripped through her.
"Zhamir? That was so different from usual and you were quite rough."
"You are right, Vhaenyra." She turned to face her lover and realized the dread she felt earlier was not misplaced. She stood, the uncertainty evident as confusion marred her features.
"You're not Zhamir, are you?" She whispered. Her stomach filled with stones and the lump that had been growing in her throat made it difficult to speak. A flash a light tore through the sky and a crack of thunder followed not long after. She dropped to the floor as his true identity became clear.
"Zadeign."
He smirked at her as his countenance came to change slightly. There was not much of a difference though, because her husband and his brothers were actually born in triplicate. Three beings with one face.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? To Aylin?" She screamed causing energy to spark from the tips of her fingers. "Is my sister not enough for you that it was necessary to seek me out? I am like blood to you!"
"I never saw you that way and if I recall," he began inspecting his nails with a smug expression. "You were fucking me back. The feeling of your pussy gripping my dick will be one that I remember for the rest of my existence."
Anger coursed through her entire being and a large dagger appeared in her hands. She stood and stalked closer to where he was standing, energy crackling making her figure shift in and out of view.
"YOU!" She roared as she brought her weapon down on his nether regions.
He screamed in agony and shock. The sounds causing the terra beneath them to shake violently.
"Never again will you be able to use the appendage between your legs as a weapon," Vhaenyra vowed as she hacked away at the god of darkness and strife. Silver blood sprayed everywhere until her victim temporarily ceased to exist. He would regenerate in time and by then, everyone would know of what he had done.
Mentally and physically exhausted from her ordeal, she drew a scalding bath to rid herself of his blood, his scent, everything. Tears came in torrents as they flooded from her eyes. Her emotions swirled from anger to disappointment and finally to guilt as she scrubbed her skin raw. How was she going to tell her husband about this. He would surely destroy everything in his path once she did.
Satisfied that she was clean to an extent, she took a minute to relax.
Then she felt it. She cocked her head to the side as a warm sensation resonated from her deep within her. In that moment she knew.
"No.... no, no, NO!" She howled. Debilitating panic coursing through her blood.
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