One Fine Day (Solus)

“Morning beautiful” You say softly as Artemis wakes up beside you. She hums in pleasure and smiles sweetly at you before stretching herself out, and then snuggling into your side. As gods, sleep wasn’t really needed but the principle of sleep was nice. Especially the waking up part.

“It’s always a good morning when I wake up next to you” Artemis mumbled into your chest. You chuckle softly as you wrap an arm around the goddess and bring her fully into a snuggle hug.

Some time later, Artemis decided it was time to get up and slipped out of your embrace. She stood and languidly stretched herself out some more while you watched with interest, enjoying her every curve.

“I love you Artemis” you say softly to the goddess, who had forgone her usual foxy attributes for the moment. She apparently didn’t like to sleep with a tail.

Artemis twisted back to you and grinned at you.

“I love you too Solus” she replied sweetly. With that, you slipped out of bed yourself and wrapped your arms around her from behind, pressing her into you as you gently kissed her neck. Artemis gave a sigh of contented pleasure as she relaxed in your arms, holding yours with her own.

“I will be leaving for war soon” You tell your wife. She hummed in reply. “I can probably teleport back to you, and even be in two places at once I suppose . . .” you say.

“But it won’t be the same” Artemis finished for you. You slid one hand down to her stomach. You could feel the second presence growing inside her. A mixture of yourself and her coalescing into something new and unique. You are quite excited to see how this turns out. “Our daughter will be powerful,” Artemis told you, a soft smile on her face as she watched your hand rub circles onto her belly. As Artemis was a god, she didn’t actively show signs of being pregnant, she was, after all, controlling her appearance.

“Daughter?” you ask, turning your attention to the goddess’ moonlit eyes.

“Yes, husband of mine, our child shall be a girl” She told you. You knew your wife well enough to know she knew this for a fact, so you didn’t even think of questioning her. Instead, you smile and kiss the woman, before holding her gently.

It wasn’t long before your desires made themselves known once more and the hardness between your legs began poking into Art’s behind.

“Seems like someone needs his morning wood taken care of” Artemis mused with a coy smile.

“You yourself seem to be in need” You reply, one hand dropping between her legs and coming away slick. Art licked her lips and stuck out her arse. “It’ll be dry” You comment, translating her actions into words.

“Not for long” Art tells you, flashing you a grin. With a huff of amusement, you obliged the horny vixen and began sliding your shaft into her sphincter. True to her word, you found her insides coated in some form of lubricant so only your initial penetration was dry.

“Naughty little vixen” you whisper huskily into her ear. “Looks like the things I wanted to do today will have to wait until the afternoon” you comment as you bottom out. You reach one hand down and slide two digits into her snatch, finding her G-spot with them while your other hand began fondling her breasts. Artemis’ only reply was a moan as you began stimulating her in all of her sensitive spots. Soon you are pounding the goddess with some speed in both holes and Artemis turned to jelly in your hands.

****

“Greetings” you say as you enter Azrael’s clinic. Your eyes immediately fall on a young girl, somewhere around seven who was standing at a table full of herbs. Standing over her was Azrael, clearly instructing her. Both turned their heads to look at you upon your entrance. The preteen then turned back to Azrael and asked a question in a language that sounded suspiciously similar to modern French, just with a bit more Latin.

Azrael replied to the girl in the same language and then said a couple more things. The girl nodded and then whooped in joy before literally skipping her way past you and out the door.

“That was cute” You comment as Azrael took a seat behind her desk

“Yes” Azrael replied with a soft smile on her face, “I’ve taken her on as an apprentice, though she still needs to learn Latin” she told you. You then noticed the staff sitting in the very corner of her clinic. It looked like the staff of Hermes. Azrael followed your gaze and then sighed when she saw what caught your eyes.

“I never realised Artemis had that” you say softly.

“I didn’t want it, but I could hardly refuse,” Azrael said softly.

“Think of it as a badge of office, and have knock-offs made to signify someone is a doctor” you said calmly, not even missing a beat. Azrael blinked a few times before turning to look at the staff herself.

“That sounds like making a guild” Azrael commented, turning back to you. “I suppose I’m almost in charge of one as it is” She added with a sigh. “I’ve been getting many girls and ladies coming in asking for lessons on how to cure this or how to heal that” she told you. “Even established doctors visit me to read my codexes” She added.

“There you have it! Go make yourself a doctor’s guild and use the staff of Hermes as your badge of office!” you say with enthusiasm as you take a seat in front of Azrael. The two of you sit in silence for a moment or two before you finally speak up “So tell me about the girl?” you asked.

“She was thin as a stick when I found her, clutching her stomach” Azrael said softly. “Some concerned farmers had called for a doctor and the message just so coincidentally got to me” She explained. “They thought she had some sort of plague” she added “She just hadn’t eaten anything in over a week” Azrael told you sadly.

“It’s horrible” You comment. “My people had, on paper at least, destroyed starvation, but it never ended up like that” You say “Still, seeing it in person . . .” you comment. With this new information, you thought back to the five seconds you’d seen the girl and realised she’d been far too thin. “Do you know how old she is?” you asked and Azrael shook her head.

“She said she lost count of the suns and moons” Azrael told you. “She hasn’t had her period yet, so she can’t be thirteen, but beyond that . . .” she said and the both of you sigh.

“If you need food . . .” You say, trailing off at the implication. Azrael gave you an annoyed look. “What? My wife and I, when I’m available, run a food charity” you tell her and Azrael blinks in surprise.

“Oh” she commented and you nod in agreement with that statement.

“Artemis will, WILL, drop everything to feed children in need” you tell her “If you want to heal everyone, sometimes you need help and just the right medicine” you tell her. Azrael nodded thoughtfully.

Just then the bell over the door chimed to announce the return of the girl who came skipping back in chattering in her own language and holding aloft something that looked suspiciously like a pretzel. Given how close Azrael’s clinic was to your eatery, this didn’t surprise you. You had, after all, made pretzels for Artemis a couple times.

The girl happily broke off half and handed it to Azrael who smiled as she took it. The girl then seemingly noticed your presence and frowned before looking sadly at her half of a pretzel. In a touching display of selflessness, the girl broke her remaining half into half again and dutifully offered one to you.

“Non, merci” you said to the girl, hoping she’d understand modern French. The girl, did in fact, understand what you said and her face lit up in joy as she began babbling in what was more than likely proto-French. From the Latin and French sections of her language, you managed to piece together she was asking you if you spoke her language.

“Uhh, non” you say “Je parle Francais” you tell her. Basically just saying that you spoke French and not her language. The girl frowned in thought and cocked her head to one side, seemingly thinking.

“Can you understand me now?” she asked in what was a very different dialect to what she had been speaking before. The only reason you understood it was because it was a very Latin version of French, combining the two languages with a flair of Italian and Spanish mixed in.

“Yes, I can understand you now” you reply with a smile as the girl brightens up like a little ray of sunshine, reminding you of a more vibrant version of Cattleya. The girl then tried to proffer her piece of pretzel to you again but you shook your head and pushed her hand back towards her. “You bought that pretzel from my own shop” you tell her “I have more than enough” you add and the girl’s eyes widened. “Tell me, what is your name?” you ask. With that, you sat back and got a good look at the girl. She had hair that was a very dark blond, almost brown, that just barely touched her shoulders. Below that was a bleached white tunic that stopped a hand shy of her knees and had slits down the sides for movement, her feet were bare, yet clean.

“Celeste!” the girl chirped happily before taking a mega bite out of one of the two portions of pretzel in her hands. With a chuckle you turn back to Azrael who had a soft smile on her face as she watched Celeste.

“I’ll leave you and your daugh-err apprentice in peace” you say, switching back to latin. Azrael looked at you in surprise for a moment before casting a thoughtful look towards Celeste.

“Celeste” Azrael called. The girl in question paused her meal to pay rapt attention to Azrael. “Would you like to be my daughter?” she asked in the language you had been speaking to her in. Celeste’s eyes went wide and tears brimmed in her eyes, and she froze in place, pretzel paused just before it could enter her mouth.

An eternity passed before any movement was made and then the movement was Celeste launching herself at Azrael whilst loudly crying her eyes out. Azrael gently wrapped her arms around her daughter with closed eyes and a soft smile.

You smiled at the adorable scene before standing up and heading for the door. Before you got there, you turned back to look at the mother-daughter pair and smiled once more. Then a thought struck you and you used your god power to see what Celeste’s age was.

“She’s nine” you tell Azrael who snapped her eyes open in surprise. “Her birthday is, coincidentally, today” you add, wondering just how coincidental that was and just how much coincidence is being driven by your patron. Azrael nodded and smiled before whispering the information into her daughter’s ear. Celeste said something back, but it was caught between her sobbing and Azrael’s chest, you didn’t stay to hear Azrael’s reply. You left her clinic feeling light and fluffy and definitely a lot more satisfied than you would have been if you’d had sex with Azrael.

****

You sighed a pleasured sigh as you pulled your spent shaft out of Sola and flopped down beside her, listening to the crash of waves against the cliffside and basking in the afterglow of the sex you just had. You had taken her back to the structure you had formed the first time you had sex with her, but this time, instead of a mat, you were laying on a mass of decorated cushions.

“That was nice,” Sola said softly. You turn and see her chest heaving still and a satisfied smile on her face.

“Yes, it was” you reply, a smile of your own to match. It was really amazing to you how she had managed to go so long without losing her virginity. Obviously you knew she had lost it to Dumont, but still. Considering how pervy she could be sometimes, and the boyfriends she’d had during school, it was amazing that it took until she came into the past and met a real life Fabio to pop her cherry.

You studied your sister as more memories spawned of her. You remember experimenting with massages as a kid and how you’d put her to sleep once from how relaxed she had been while you’d been massaging her. You smile at that memory, recalling her white with pink love heart PJs that she loved until she grew out of them. She then bought a larger version of the same PJs and made her own after that when she grew out of them again.

You blink as your thoughts about Sola’s rapid growth brought additional memories to your mind.

“Roll over” you command. Sola gave you a confused look, like something was tugging at her own memory and she complied, hooking her arms around her head like she was getting ready for a massage. Which she was.

You straddle your sister in a manner that was equal parts familiar and new at the same time. You remember that Sola had grown out quite large rather quickly and that had caused her back pain, especially after PE class. You remember the first time she came back from a game of field hockey for grade sport, and how she’d been really sore. She hadn’t figured out that regular bras don’t work for sports. So you had dug up the ancient tradition of being a masseuse for your sister and plied your magic fingers to her bare back.

Sola moaned as your fingers sank into her supple flesh and worked at her muscles.

You remember how it had become routine. After school, you’d give your sister a massage and would keep going until she had drifted off into the land of sleep. You remembered her bringing a pair of friends over, and how you had plied your magic powers to them then too. It took you almost two hours but all three girls had been snoozing happily on the living room floor.

You took your fingers off your sister’s back when you heard the telltale sound of her being fast asleep. She didn’t snore, but there was this adorable ‘puff’ she did while asleep. You smiled as you slipped off of her back and sat at the edge of the structure, watching the sea as the sun started dipping below the horizon.

You remembered the time you almost took Sola’s virginity. It was the year 12 formal and the both of you had been eighteen. You’d also had plenty to drink that night and had gotten home feeling frisky. Since you had gone to the formal as Sola’s date, she was the one that suggested the two of you went to bed and made it a date to remember. You remember kissing and sucking all the way to your bedroom. You remember picking her up and dumping her on the bed. You remember climbing in beside her. And you remember waking up the next morning still clothed and cursing **** for its crimes against humanity. Sola never remembered a thing.

You turn back to Sola and smile at her relaxed form. You had wanted to ask her to draw up some designs for you, but it could wait for the morning. With one last look into the setting sun, you went back to Sola and made her as comfortable and cosy as possible, ensuring she’d stay asleep until the sun came up once more.