Party Gods and Diplomats

You stop as you enter Ishtar’s room. It is, in a word, pink. From her very large bed with translucent curtains surrounding it, to the cushions on the floor and the rugs that covered it. You just had to take a moment to take this all in.

Ishtar herself was in the process of stripping, not that it was a hard feat. Her day to day clothing consisted of a silken purple wrap-around gown that was tied off at the waist and stopped halfway down her thighs. She of course, wore nothing underneath it.

“Solus! Come for a bit of . . . entertainment?” Ishtar asked in her usual seductive purr.

“I’m surprised you aren’t satiated for the day” you quip with a raised eyebrow.

“For you, I’ll make an exception” she replied with a surprising amount of seriousness. “Use me as a sex toy whenever you want!” she chirped. You gave her a look as you tried to verify her sincerity.

“I’m not going to use you as a sex toy Ishtar, if I just need sex, I can find plenty of humans who are more than happy” you tell the minx. You see an unidentifiable flutter of emotions pass through the woman’s eyes before she stuck a hand on her hip and gave you a smirk.

“Well, if it’s not sex than what can I do for you?” She asked. Your eyes run down the woman’s body as she cocked her hip, catching at her breasts, her hips and her snatch before you **** yourself to return to the original reason you are here.

“How good are you at diplomacy?” you ask and Ishtar frowned, putting a hand on her chin as she thought.

“I suppose I can talk people into stuff . . .” she mused “why?” she asked, turning to you with eyes that flickered with a cunning far greater than what she’s shown before. You are suddenly reminded that this is the goddess that made a hobby of stealing the realms of other gods.

“I need someone to be an ambassador and I figured having a god do that would be the best, seeing as you can teleport back here whenever you want after all” you say.

“So what did you want me to do? I’m already busy dealing with that strip club of yours” Ishtar asked. You must admit, this serious side of the minx was somewhat enticing.

“Do we need to be in a ‘thinking pose’?” you ask and Ishtar let out a breathy chuckle.

“We’ll save the fun stuff for after we’re done” she replied with a far more legitimate smile.

“I want you to, in your own time of course, go around to the various towns, villages, and estates that make up this boot of Italy and convince them to pledge allegiance to me instead of Odoacer” you tell the woman. Ishtar hummed as she turned around and sat on the edge of her bed, legs crossed and enacting her ‘thinker’ pose. “To work with, you can tell them they’ll have the protection of the legion and guaranteed aid during times of famine or disaster” you say.

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Ishtar commented. “In my own time right?” she asked.

“Yup, just come tell me when they have all pledged allegiance and we’ll work on Brundisium next” you reply.

“Could take weeks,” Ishtar commented. You shrug in response.

“We’ve got months,” you tell her.

“Alright! I’ll do it!” Ishtar chirped, falling back so that she was sprawled out on her bed. You watch her for a moment and turn to leave. “You sure you don’t want sex?” Ishtar asked, causing you to turn back. “Not even a blowjob? I can give you a blowjob” she asked, a peculiar look in her eye.

“Do you ‘want’ to give me a blowjob?” you ask and her eyes glazed over for a moment.

“Can we just cuddle then?” the woman asked quietly. “I don’t wanna be alone” she whispered. You close your eyes and draw in a breath.

“Sure” you tell the minx, stripping yourself off and joining Ishtar in bed. It wasn’t really nighttime and even then you didn’t really need the sleep, but Ishtar rolled on top of you and you wrapped your arms around her. You rubbed her back and pressed her into you. Within moments, Ishtar was asleep. You continued rubbing her back even after she fell asleep, occasionally stroking her hair. The soft smile that decorated Ishtar’s face did not go unnoticed as stress eased out of her body.