Spring Days I (Joint)

Solus

“Something’s changed” Artemis stated as you and Augustina enter Artemis’ sitting room.

“Yes” you agree, almost snorting in amusement as Augustina practically hid behind you.

“You have studiously avoided being in the same room as your sister since before you met me-. . . sister? What? That’s not right” Artemis said, frowning in confusion.

“You are correct, Augustina was my female form until recently” You say to her and she nodded.

“Yes, I remember now” She said before narrowing her eyes and regarding Augustina. “So what changed?” she asked.

“I wanted to be my own person,” Augustina replied, stepping forward. Artemis nodded in understanding and gave a thoughtful hum.

“This is going to work out . . . interestingly” Artemis commented, “I suppose you’re my sister-in-law now,” she said to Augustina before humming again.

“I’m kinda worried now that any human who has met me as Augustina will not remember this, and will think they met Augustina, or will just simply not remember the interaction at all” you comment, leaning against a wall and holding your chin in thought

“It’s an odd situation to be in for sure” Augustina commented, mirroring your pose against the other wall. Artemis looked between you with a small smirk on her face.

“So what aspect are you taking then?” She asked, folding her arms as she observed Augustina.

“Aspect? I don’t want an aspect” Augustina replied, shaking her head and turning away. “Can’t you get rid of my powers?” she asked you.

“Nope” you reply “You basically have the same deal as me” you add, and Augustina sighed.

“You can’t really keep using Augustina as your first name since it’s clearly your family name” Artemis commented.

“That’s easy” Augustina replied “Sola” she said

“I guess we’re doing this,” Artemis said with a heavy sigh.

“Didn’t have much of a choice, but even if we did, it’s one I’d make a hundred times over, think about it, and then a hundred times again” You declare. Artemis met your eyes with a small smile.

“And that’s why I love you dear” she said softly, walking up to you and taking your hands in her own. You peer down into her eyes and tug at her soul.

“Well, I’m just gonna . . . go . . . away,” Sola said with a snort. You turned and gave her a look. “What? You two look like you need some private time” she said “Don’t give me that look, this isn’t about sex, it’s about you and Art making love” she lectured. Artemis laughed softly in response before slipping her arms around your waist.

“I believe this is what you call a wingmate?” Artemis asked you, turning your attention back to your foxy wife.

“Something of the sort” you mutter as you bend down and kiss your foxy wife.

“Oooh, let’s take this to the grass outside” Artemis suggested when you came up for air. “It’s been lightly drizzling, so the grass is cool and damp” she informed you. You grin and hook an arm under her arse, hoisting her up. You carry her out as she smothers your face and neck in kisses.

Sola

You watched from your booth at the back of the strip club as several musicians did their thing on stage. It was one of those times of day when there were no shows on, so there were just some girls passively dancing on platforms around the club, and some musicians strumming away on the stage where shows would normally be.

The instruments being played were a bit of a hodgepodge. Ranging from some type of proto-guitar, to a hand held harp, to the ‘wheel-fiddle’ that was only just now becoming popular. All this had you contemplating what would happen if someone invented a piano.

The amount of work that would need to go into producing a single grand piano would make them rather expensive, almost prohibitively expensive even, but for the chance to have that beautiful, magical sound filling the room, some would pay anything. Or at least you would, designs already began fluttering into your mind.

“You’re wine miss” came a voice to your right. You turned your head and got greeted by the delicious sight of boobs as one of the waitresses bent over low to deposit a cup of wine on to the table. She then straightened up, turned on her heel and sashayed off, giving you a good look at her arse. Apparently Ishtar was running a nudity special today.

Having had your attention brought back to the mortal coil by the sexy waitress, you turn your attention to the rest of the club. Your eyes drink in the sight of a dancer on a platform, gliding over her delicious curves, before being drawn by another waitress walking past the platform. This one seemed especially embarrassed to be naked and on display, if her massive blush, or the fact she kept trying to hide herself was any indication.

As you watched, the girl ran into a man who wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing her into his chest and stuck a hand between her legs. Since you could only see the girl’s back, you didn’t have the best angle to see what was going on, but it was pretty clear she was being aggressively fingered. You watched as the man drove her to her very tippy toes before her back arched in orgasm. She slumped into the man as she came down from her orgasmic high and the man held her for a bit longer, before letting her go and watching her slide to her knees and juice the floor. She’s one hell of a creamer, you muse as you watch the puddle grow from underneath the girl. The man licked his finger and then left, a perverted grin on his face.

“So, liking the club?” Asked a voice you know well.

“It sure seems . . . sexy” You reply, turning your attention to Ishtar as she slipped into the booth beside you.

“Thanks, I try,” she said, flashing you a grin. “So, how’s it feel being you?” she asked, eyes sparkling.

“How did you find out so fast?” you ask, a little shocked.

“Please” Ishtar began “I’m probably the only god that interacts with the both of you” she said with a dismissive wave. “I saw this coming from leagues away” she added.

“Could have told me sooner” you grouch, taking a sip of your wine.

“Why would I do that? Instead of growing as a person, you’d pull away and back to being Solus” Ishtar replied “I don’t know about you, but you’re my best friend, I don’t want you turning back into Solus” she told you. You blink at her in surprise, the earnest confession throwing you off.

“I suppose you are mine as well” You say, sipping your wine “You’re kinda my only friend, now that I think about it” you say with a contemplative frown. Ishtar snorted and tossed some hair over her shoulder.

“Wanna go visit the vibrators later?” she asked, giving you a big, bright grin.

“Nah” you reply casually “I was thinking of something a little more intimate” you say.

“Oooooh” Ishtar cooed, scooching over so that she was pressing into you, her hand between your legs and rubbing your quim through the fabric of your dress. “We don’t need to wait for later to do that” she told you huskily.

“I wanna snuggle to sleep” You said, trying to wave off your frisky friend.

“There’s alway round three” Ishtar whispered into your ear before giving your lobe a nibble. You laugh and finally relent, letting her drag you under the table.

It was amusing to you that there was so much sexuality in the strip club that nobody noticed the two girls having raunchy sex on the floor in the corner. Ishtar was truly a master of her craft.

Solus

“You’ve done good work Strabo” You compliment as you observe your soldiers' training. None of them had stopped their training, not even the veterans.

“Yes, the first legion, having seen enough divinity for one lifetime, have decided they need to be champions, the others are following suit” he commented. An interesting new detail made itself known to you. Your soldiers trained in a short, wrap-around skirt that stopped halfway down their thighs and was kept on by hooks in the fabric. This was true for both genders and only the most well endowed of women wore anything to keep their chest in order, but those women were almost exclusively members of support elements. It was somewhat amusing now that you could tell if a woman was only training ‘with’ the legion instead of as a part of the legion.

“Have there been any fraternization incidents?” you asked as you watched men and women train, and sweat, together.

“We’ve had several pregnancies so far, but not removing the pregnant women from the legion has done wonders for morale” Strabo reported “The legion sees them as their own still, and thus we can expect the children to be treated as children of the legion” he added.

Your attention was then pulled away by a group of girls from the city, sitting on some log benches and giggling as they watched the legion train. You follow their gaze to a man who was remarkably good looking. As you watched, he turned and waved and several girls swooned.

“And what about friction with the townsfolk?” you ask, shaking your head at the display. Strabo snorted in response.

“I had a father demand something be done, apparently his daughter was defiled by one of the unwashed barbarians we call soldiers” he explained and you chuckled.

“It was all consensual I hope?” you ask and Strabo nodded.

“The girl herself admitted as much, though the father still can’t believe his poor innocent girl could ever be at fault” Strabo told you “He needs to keep up with the times” he grunted.

“Indeed” you comment. “Hmm, perhaps I should go down there and prove I’m worthy of my own legion” you mutter as you eye up a feisty woman, delighting in how feminine her musculature is.

“Well then, strip yourself off and we’ll see how many people you can wrestle your way through” Strabo instructed and you chuckled.

“Very well then” you reply, stripping nude as Strabo begins bellowing orders. “They say the only difference between sex and wrestling is eye contact anyway” you mutter as you approach the wrestling ring they had set up.