*Elentari*Making my getaway, Tanz and Tourmaline helped me change my dress. For my reception, I put on my normal knee-high black boot heels, black thigh-high stockings that attach to a black garter belt with black roses embroidered on it. I wore silky black panties and a matching push-up bra. Most people would classify my dress as an old time western or steampunk dress, but it was black with red roses on the skirt. It was shorter in the front than the back, hitting my mid thigh in the front and bustling in the back, still reaching my ankles. A beautiful underbust corset with red and silver accents hugged my waist and a silky off shoulder shirt that flowed out into long flared sleeves. It showed off every curve I possessed and was perfectly me. I redid my eye makeup to match my current outfit, switching the blue shadow for red, and then made my way down the stairs to the banquet hall, meeting Hep outside before we made our grand entrance. I got the reaction I wanted when he saw me. I

*Elentari*I had never felt anything like this in my life before. Yes, I had played with myself and experimented with toys and what not, thinking I would never have a partner, so why not learn to please myself? But nothing prepared me for the dick of a god. He fit inside me perfectly. I was always told your first time would hurt, but this didn't. Maybe because I had experience with toys? I don’t know. He teased me as he undressed us both, ruining my laces from my corset, but I couldn’t care less. His fingertips were soft against my skin but rough at the same time. His nipping and licking at my nipples made my toes curl. I wanted him. I wanted all of him deep inside me. I wanted to feel what it was like to fully belong to him and him to belong to me. Feeling him through the layers of clothes was driving me crazy and I was beyond wet. I wanted to speak, tell him to fuck me, all my thoughts to come forward, but my throat constricted with each motion, shockwaves through my body. Simply g

*Aranelda*My mind was in a messy state when Hep came to grab me for some sparring. Dad, Scott, Scottie, and Khalith were with him too. Guess this is meant to be the male bonding activity. I sucked in a deep breath and plastered a smile on my face. I had to pretend I was fine while I was feeling both of my mates in distress. Though Eliza’s distress was worse than Stacie’s. I was going to have to talk to my sister about that and maybe consult Selene or Helios. On our way to the dojo, a figure stopped Hep and I. It was shrouded like a black cloud. “Greetings, brother gods. I am Kali. I come to you because one dear to you is walking a path that will put them into my care. She may not survive unless you intervene in a timely manner. I cannot tell you who, as you will figure out there is only so much we can do or say to affect the course of events. But the sun may stop shining for a time if this were to come to pass.” Once the words were spoken the cloud disappeared. I looked at Hep. “W

*Aranelda*It was just after midnight when I woke Stacie up. I could feel her distress through the bond. At least, I thought it was Stacie’s. I rushed to her room, finding her thrashing in her sleep on a tear soaked pillowcase. “Stacie, wake up!” Her sobs flooded my ears. She rolled over onto me, clinging for dear life. “Love, what is wrong? Tell me what is going on? Why are you so upset?”I could barely understand her words, something about Eliza, her not wanting to let go of the bond, that she was in danger. It was that moment that my stomach dropped. Kali was talking about Eliza. I couldn’t worry my mate with that though. I tried to soothe her as best I could while trying to calm myself. It would all be okay. The goddess wouldn’t let Eliza die, would she? “It’ll all be okay.” I promised her. I was promising myself just as much that it would all come to a happy conclusion. ‘Deep breaths in, slow exhale’ I kept thinking to myself, hoping it would calm both of us if I was able to cal

*Elentari*We arrived at the Bronzetail Manor, but we weren’t in a luxurious room as I expected to be. We were in what looked like cells. Eliza laid on a cot, her hand holding her throat as she propped herself up against a wall. The man I thought was her father held a blood soaked knife in his hand and was hurling insults at her. “You’re a worthless wretch. No good comes from having female offspring. Blessed of Raza… what foolishness. You couldn’t get the prince to yourself so now all you’re allowed is death. I have to pick up the pieces from your whorish ways. Loving a woman, are you kidding me?? You’re ridiculous. Worthless.” He spat at her. I raised my hand, freezing his in midair. Hep reached out his hand and retrieved the weapon from his hand. “Mr. Bronzetail.” I spoke aloud, using the full force of my authority. “You are sentenced to death for the attempted murder of Eliza Bronzetail. You will be escorted to the Royal dungeons by Hephaestus. Your act has been witnessed by myse