Grab the YiivCam and get ready.

Yaera Tedrilui, one of the most famous and powerful clerics in the Empire of Tivera, steps out from between the curtains. Her normally long, golden locks have been tied up by braids and parted to the side over her left shoulder. Around her wrist on the same side, she wears a pink bracelet covered in tiny white flowers, and an identical one decorates her right ankle. All her nails are painted, from fingers to toes, with subtle and pale pink--nearly white. Then resting on the bridge of her nose is a small, rather modern-looking pair of sunglasses with golden frames.

Her body is tightly bound by a skin-tight one piece swimsuit--pure white. It's high cut between her legs, and it's also dangerously narrow all the way down. An ample amount of her voluptuous breasts are exposed along the sides. To make it even more erotic, a window is cut down the center, from the top of her cleavage down to her belly button.

To make your heart race further, she wears the entire thing with such confidence--the way she doesn't hesitate, how her hips sway as she nears the set, and by flash of her hungry eyes as her sunglasses slip down the bridge of her nose.

She readjusts the glasses and comes to a stop. "How do I look, Kyle?" she asks.

"Exceptional," you answer. "If people knew to expect this from their saviour--"

"They may release an undead army just to attract my presence," she finishes the thought for you. "Or, their hearts would be lifted even further by my arrival. No more words. Please, take my picture."

In an assault to your senses, the mature, experienced woman unleashes pose after pose, with the only prop on set being a single wooden chair. She nudges her bust together, places the tip of her nail to her lip, lowers her sunglasses to wink, and all together gives you a copious amount of content.

After a dozen or so, you speak up again. "Do you ever wear stuff like this normally?"

She shakes her head. "You are making me feel like my daughter's age all over again. Perhaps I should. Though my reputation would likely change a bit."

"Don't worry. I won't show people anything you don't want me to."

"May I give you one for your private collection?"

You blush a little bit at how sudden and bold that question was. "Definitely."

She smirks. Then, with little effort, she grabs her swimsuit at the chest and squeezes inward, pulling in the already narrow spandex even farther, until it becomes no more than a rope of bunched-up fabric between her now-bare tits. She allows you more than enough time to snap several pictures of her chest. Then, she stretches it out and flattens it back over her skin. "Good?"

"It was, for me," you answer.

"Me as well," she says before standing up. With a giddy smile, she makes her way back to the curtains. Doing the shoot seemed to have instilled upon her a new type of energy she hasn't felt in a long time--different than simply having sex with her, which of course you've already done.

Then comes the final four, and it's the strangest run of models so far. You had an inkling, but you weren't sure, as how can one think to themselves, "Surely I'll be able to host a bikini photo shoot with demigods".

The Lady of the Lake is first to emerge. It's a funny prospect, and that humour isn't lost on her. She sashays out like a model on a catwalk, though the dark blue bikini she wears simple jostles around in the flowing water of her body. It doesn't stay on all that well, nor does it have anything to cover per se.

Still, she flashes you some cute and sexy poses, enhanced greatly by the novelty of manning the camera for an possibly-ancient elemental being.

"How am I doing, Kyle?" she asks.

Fang blurts out an answer before you can. "Like always, you're leaving everybody wet!"

Seemingly thrilled by that answer, the Lady of the Lake throws her arms into the air, and a fountain of water bursts from behind her, covering the area in a calming mist. It also makes for an amazing final shot.

Next comes K'iina the Empress of Fire.

Her skin is the colour of a mango's flesh and naturally emits a warm, flickering glow. Her hair is short and vibrantly red, and it styles itself upward as if her head was a burning candle. She grins wide with pronounced canines, and plants her hands on her hips in front of the YiivCam.

The bikini she wears is red of course, though with intricately detailed golden squiggles.

She may be an elemental ruler, but she has absolutely no experience in what's happening here. "Uhm. Now what?" she asks, confused. "I heard what some others were doing, but I'm the Empress of Fire. I'm not stripping down for a crowd of mortals. I'm not saying you're not worthy, Kyle. But everybody?"

"You don't need to get nude. Not everybody went that far," you answer.

"Hmm. How about this?" She then thrusts her fists together. When she does, an explosion of flames bursts from behind her like an erupting volcano. Thankfully, you do manage to capture the shot, but you were given little time to prepare.

While not erotic as some, she's a gorgeous girl, and you probably just captured the most dynamic photo of them all.

Next emerges the elegant Empress of Ice, Aak'aba.

Her skin is pale blue. The light from the sun shines off it like fresh ice. Incredibly long white hair follows in her wake like a mist of frozen air. She draws a tongue along lips which appear as if made of glass. Her body is now clad in a bright blue and white bikini. The top is tied by a large bow in the center. Though difficult to see at first, it's further decorated by intricate golden patterns in the same manner as her fiery companion's.

"I've decided to grace you with my body," she explains. "So please, use your mortal technology to immortalize this view. Just don't take too long."

The ground around her freezes--blades of grass coated in bits of frost. After finagling with her pose, while trying not to appear inexperienced, she finally takes a page from K'iina's book and opts for a spectacle. She looks to you for a moment before clapping her hands together, and when she does, a gorgeous display of snowflakes and glittering shards of ice explode from around her, and then drift slowly back to the ground.

Lastly, it's time for the creator gods of the bunnyfolk and catfolk people, not only standing right there before you, but posed in bikinis. Granted, they never wear much of anything anyway, with long hair and loin clothes used to cover their nudity, but they must have insisted. It looks like they're having fun. Mostly, they look to be enjoying one another. They insist on coming out together, and even though nobody else has, not a single person has the desire to argue--not with gods, not with two as sexy as them.

What they've decided to wear is adorable. The swimsuits are tiny--skimpy, barely enough to cover their bodies--but that isn't what makes them cute. They're wearing one another's colours. Instead of Feli dressed in orange, and Lepo blue, they're swapped to the other way around.

Briefly, they pose apart, but soon they're grabbing one another. They hold each other's sides, and squish their bodies together, though they seem to be naturals at modelling, as they're also sure to continue facing the lens. The catfolk and bunnyfolk amongst you are especially in awe. Their gods are seductively posing for a series of pictures, and these are beings some didn't even fully believe existed until recently.

Then slip their tops. It didn't take long for them to hunger for each other's bodies.

You snap repeated pictures of their half-naked bodies pressing together--bare tits, squeezing against one another. Their lips intertwine, and pull each other into aggressive embraces. They kiss, and then their hands begin to explore.

"Oh wow," Fang mutters from a distance. She's speechless after that.

Though there's no grandiose display of elemental might, there's something about their presence alone--the reverberating tone of their voices, the unseen aura that you can feel even from a distance, the unshakable confidence they both exhibit.

For one final shot, they look to the YiivCam in tandem. They pose with the tips of their tongues touching, bikini tops discarded, and with their bottoms loosened near to the point of them dropping as well. Behind them, a cloud of tails intertwined. The background becomes consumed in a nearly blinding white light. Not only do you now have a picture of two gods going at it, but one that represents and off-and-on conflict which has spanned generations, coming to an end with a display of passionate love.