Calming the Seas

“Solus” greeted Gwen as she joined you in your observation lounge. The lounge was little more than a glass bubble underneath your mockup city ship, but it offered a commanding view of the sea.

“Gwen” you greet in return, turning to face the spitfire. Gwen smiled a small, genuine smile, before snapping into an ‘annoyed’ expression and storming up to you.

“Just what do you think the big idea is, calling me some name I didn’t ask for?!” the spitfire demanded, poking your chest with an accusatory finger. You found her attempts at trying to be a tsundere quite endearing, especially as she was failing miserably. It was that notion that caused you to suddenly wrap your arms around the diminutive goddess and crush her into your chest, eliciting a startled ‘eep’. You looked down into Gwen’s stormy eyes and smiled at her while she looked up into yours, a massive blush on her face and her hands on your chest.

“I think it suits you far better than what the Romans were calling you” you say softly. Gwen tries to slap your chest but your proximity was stifling your efforts.

“Stop saying things like that!” she snaps, attempting to be angry. You chuckle and just hold her for a time. Gwen calmed down and soon was resting her head on your chest, clutching at your tunic.

“So what was it you wanted?” you asked, idly rubbing the girl’s back.

“I heard that you purged Azrael of ‘His’ influence” Gwen commented, letting out a relaxed sigh as she melted in your arms. “I want you to do that for me too” she told you.

“That’s simple enough” you say softly. “Was waiting for you to ask actually” you add and Gwen’s eyes snapped up to meet yours. The movement changed your embrace so that you were holding her by the hips instead.

“You knew?” she asked, a look of panic etching itself into her eyes.

“I suspected” you reply “After all, you did spend a lot of time repulsing the pagan invaders of Brittania” you comment.

“Then why didn’t you . . .” Gwen began, trailing off as she looked down and away from you. You narrow your eyes and then, with a sudden ****, crush her into yourself once more, engulfing her in a hug. “Why?” Gwen asked, her arms limp by her sides. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, her shoulders shaking. You realised she was crying at this point.

“Because you deserve it” you growl into her ear. “You deserve it and so much more” you say, much more softly, rubbing her back as you comfort the crying goddess. While in this position, you start gently washing Gwen with your power, scouring away ‘His’ influence and leaving the goddess just as she was before all this madness began.

Some time passed before you released the sea goddess and looked at her. Her appearance had changed now that she wasn’t being so constrained by the will of the Great Enemy. Her hair had changed to a fiery red, and her skin had paled. She honestly looked much more like a Briton than the Roman she had been before.

Stepping back, Gwen looked at her hands and then removed her tunic, tossing it to the side like discarded trash. Then her wings snapped open and your eyes went wide. Gone were the white wings of an angel, in their place were a pair extraordinarily colourful, yet somewhat translucent wings. Brilliant hews of sea green, blue, and some soft pinks and reds, made intricate patterns into her translucent feathers.

Gwen returned her attention to you and met your eyes before sinking to the floor. She laid herself on the glass bottom of the dome and spread her wings out wide before opening her legs and giving you a look. No more words needed speaking, you knew exactly what she wanted, and so you willed your clothes away and hardened your member. You sank down to the ground after the spitfire, wrapped your arms around her back and pressed her into your chest while your shaft slid into her snatch. Gwen wrapped her arms, legs and wings around you, pressing herself into you as much as possible and locked her lips with yours. You began moving, gyrating your hips in a slow, sensual pattern, and that is where you and Gwen stayed right through the night and into the morning.