The Days Pass

Pleasured sighs reached you as you found Sabine. She was in one of the back rooms of the old church that had been repurposed for use as your new temple. You grinned at the sight that met you, Sabine was reclining on a couch, her legs splayed apart and the head of a girl between her legs happily lapping at Sabine’s exposed snatch.

“Solus” Sabine greeted, her eyes opening to meet yours. “Did I tell you to stop?” She asked the girl between her legs in a domineering tone of voice. The girl then went back to licking with gusto.

“Sabine” you returned “How has things been going?” you ask, taking up a better position to watch.

“I would be a whole lot better if you’d stop adding gods to the pantheon” Sabine told you, cracking an eye open to regard you before closing it again to enjoy her servant’s ministrations. You chuckle at this answer.

“Then I shall neglect to mention the new goddess I’ve somehow recruited” you tell the girl. Sabine groaned in response, though it sounded more like a moan to you.

“You just love making it difficult to preach religion don’t you?” Sabine asked, eyes closed and looking like she was close to moaning in pleasure. You grinned as you watched, seeing the servant aggressively attack Sabine’s clit for a few more moments before switching back to gently lapping at her labia.

“It’s not my fault” You retort “Gods are just throwing themselves at me” you add and get an airy laugh from Sabine.

“It’s impressive how that works,” Sabine replied, relaxing against the back of her couch. Her servant then began to attack her clit again and you watched as Sabine formed an ‘o’ face. This time the servant didn’t stop and carried on and Sabine was moaning in earnest, her body arching, hairs standing on end and finally, with a loud moan, Sabine came, her whole body tensing for several moments before slumping bonelessly into the couch. Sabine basked in the afterglow for several moments before lovingly stroking the hair of her servant.

“I’ll see you around Sabine” you tell the girl who waved at you.

“Come back sooner this time, we haven’t even had sex in a few weeks” Sabine said. You nodded as you turned to leave.

“I shall” you tell the girl.

****

“Father!” cheered Cattleya as you entered her office. As per usual, she dropped whatever she was doing, leapt out of her seat and skipped over to give you a hug which you happily returned.

“Hello little cat” you greet in return. The two of you enjoy the embrace for a moment longer before Cattleya slipped out of the hug and returned to her seat.

“So what do I owe the pleasure of this visit for?” Cat asked, twisting her chair around to face you.

“Well” you say, “Can’t a father dote on his daughter?” you ask as you plop down two wrapped parcels. Cattleya brightened up as she looked at them.

“Gifts? I love gifts!” she cheered as she picked up one of the parcels and tore the canvas wrapping apart with her bare hands. You blink a few times as you watch this, you’re brought out of your shock by Cat’s excited ‘oooh’ upon revealing an inkwell.

“It’s so you can pour some ink in and have better access to it while writing” you explain, blinking away the shock.

“It’s pretty,” Cat admired. The inwell was a highly decorated little pot with a latchable lid to preserve the ink inside. “What’s it made out of?” Cat asked “It looks like silver but not quite” she commented. You grinned.

“It’s made out of Platinum, a mineral so rare, you probably now possess the greatest supply of it available to any man alive” you say and Cat’s eyes widen into dinner plates. “There’s an accompanying pen” you tell her softly, almost sighing in relief as she went for the strings this time.

The pen, once revealed, was also highly decorated and made of platinum. At one end was a brass nib for writing with, while the other end held a bleached white swan feather, far enough up that it won’t annoy the hand while writing.

“M-more platinum?” Cat asked almost reverently.

“Like I said, you probably possess the greatest supply of the material on the entire planet” you tell the girl.

“It’s not even my birthday” Cat breathed before setting the pen down gently, turning in her chair gracefully and then catapulting herself at you in a tacklehug that took you to the ground. All the while the girl was rapidfire chanting “thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou” over and over again. You just smiled as you hugged your daughter, enjoying a family moment that had been a long time coming. Maybe you’ll take her out shopping tomorrow.

****

“Ahh, so my lustful paramour comes home at last” came the voice of Artemis as you enter your greenhouse in your mansion.

“Please, so long as you’re here, I’m here” you reply “Wherever you are, there too is my heart” you add.

“Flatterer” Artemis snorts, gently slapping your chest. You chuckle in response. “So what are we growing this time?” she asked as she turned to look at the several, new, empty plots that had been prepared.

“Beets” you say happily as you conjure the seeds you intend to grow.

“Those are a pretty common resource” Artemis mused “What have you done to them?” she asked.

“Sugar beets” you amended. “In the time I’m from, they figured out some varieties of beet possessed sugar in them, enough to be refined and used” you explain.

“Oooh, sugar is hard to come by at the best of times, another one of those spices that only comes from India” she mused.

“Want to help me plant them?” you ask “and then water them” you add.

“I’d be delighted to,” she replied. And thus, you handed half the seeds to your foxy lover and the two of you got to work.

First, the two of you took up small trowels and made shallow trenches down the plots. It took the two of you an hour to get that done. Next, you went back along the trenches and spread the seeds, not worrying too much about spacing. Finally you covered up the trenches once more and patted the earth down before watering the plots a little.

“Well, that’s done” you say softly, rubbing your hands to get the caked dirt off of them.

“Yes, it is” Artemis replied, doing the same. She then turned to face you and grabbed you by the tunic until she was staring you in the eyes. “Solus” she said softly. You smile at your wife and wrap your arms around her, kissing her gently. Artemis eagerly returned the kiss and soon the two of you were shedding clothes. With both of you naked, you take Artemis down to the ground and lay her in the plot of soil you had just prepared, her eyes glimmering up at you.

“The goddess of the wilds needs to make love in a dirt plot occasionally?” you asked as you get on your knees and crawl over her. Artemis lets out an airy laugh and playfully slaps your shoulder.

“Just shut up and get on with it” she demands, her eyes alight with amusement.

“As the lady commands” you reply and stymie her next peal of laughter with a kiss. The two of you then began rolling around on that patch of damp earth, kissing, laughing and playing. At some point your shaft ended up inside of her and then you kept going right through the day, the night, and only stopping once the sun reached its zenith on the next day.

****

“They’re getting ready for planting” Mars comments idly as you approach her. She was currently watching farmers go about the business of preparing the land for the planting season.

“Spring is just around the corner” you comment “Perfect time to get things started” you add. Mars turns to look at you over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the farms.

“I used to be the protector of the lands” Mars muttered, sadness and a bit of nostalgia colouring her voice. “I suppose since I can’t be the goddess of war, I may go back to that” she added before clenching her teeth.

“Have you considered working the land?” you ask “Just to see how the mortals do it” you add.

“I intend on it” was Mars’ reply. “Why did you spare me?” she asked suddenly

“To tell you the truth, the only reason I spared you was because Artemis asked me to try” you reply. “Honestly, even now I don’t trust you not to take advantage of any weakness you spot in order to try and undermine me” You comment.

“That would be foolish of me wouldn’t it?” Mars asked rhetorically “I’d have no allies and many enemies” she added.

“Unless you join Him” you comment. Mars nearly growled in response to your words.

“Yes, unless I join Him” Mars bit out through gritted teeth. You sigh softly and place a hand on the woman’s shoulder. This action startles her and her eyes snap to your hand as if it were about to consume her soul.

“Has your strength recovered?” You ask, pretending to not notice the look she was giving you.

“I’ve decided that this new body comes with a new lease on life” Mars tells you as she deflates and tries her best to ignore your comforting hand. “I could recreate my old body any time now” she added “I just . . . haven’t seen the need” she finished with a despondent sigh. You realised she was depressed and squeezed her shoulder a little. Mars finally decided that was enough and jerked her shoulder away from you. “Leave me be” she muttered softly. With a sigh, you turn around and leave, you stop and send one last look at the god who’s lost it all.

****

“So how do you like the new armour?” you ask as you come upon Vera, training her javelin throwing skills.

“It’s alright” the girl replied, cocking her arm back and hurling her shafted implement of doom with a cry.

“Is it now?” you ask rhetorically, folding your arms and raising an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t made or designed by you” she admitted with an annoyed sniff. “And I don’t like that it’s easier to move in this than what you gave me” she added “That must mean it’s not as protective!” she continued, getting fired up “I mean, what mortal in their right mind can stand to the majesty and prowess of a god?! What mortal can claim their design or creation is better than that of a god?!” Vera ranted, brandishing another javelin around.

“It isn’t as protective as plate armour” you agree “But it’s easier for smiths to make it” you add “Apparently the world isn’t ready for a plate cuirass just yet” you comment with an amused snort.

“Hmphf! They think they know better than God” Vera grumbled.

“A god” you correct “There’s more than just me” you tell her. Vera blushed and looked away, mumbling something under her breath. “I’m sorry? What was that?” you ask her in a commanding tone.

“I said there’s no god that compares to YOU” She told you. “You may as well be the sole deity for all I care!” she added.

“This is why Strabo wants to detach you from the main army and stick you with me” You tell the girl. “No matter, I get you all to myself” you comment and Vera blushed brightly. “Tell me . . . have you ever been horse riding before?” you ask and Vera shook her head. At that moment, two horses, one a rich mahogany and one a sunny blond, trotted up behind you and Vera’s eyes opened wide. “Well, considering I’m going to be doing a lot of riding if ever I join the legion on the battlefield, it’s important for you to be able to ride” you tell her and she nods silently, her mouth open in shock.

With a chuckle, you take her hand and lead her to the palomino horse you had created for her, and helped her up into the saddle before climbing into the saddle of your own horse. The saddles weren’t modern but that didn’t matter. Instead you went with comfort for both you and the animal, and thus the saddle was a cushioned square of silk and cotton. You also resolve to take your horse, Rapidash, out for a spin in your female form. For some reason women love horse riding a lot more than men do, and you want to know why.

“Grip the horse with your legs” you instruct. This was actually traditional Roman horsemanship which was surprising. They would have smaller, more maneuverable horses and would control them with their legs so they wouldn’t need reigns. “Touch your heels into the horse’s flank” you tell her “a bit harder than that, she’s got meat on her bones you know” you chastise and Vera does so. With that, Vera’s horse begins trotting away. “Twist your legs and weight to have the horse change directions, try and control her as if she were you” you instruct and Vera tries this, frowning as she attempts to get the hang of what is probably a very complicated way of riding a horse.

It takes some time but Vera manages to get her horse to move in wide circles and so you come to a stop. “Whoa boy” you say to the horse, taking the pressure off of the horse’ flanks and patting his shoulder. Beside you, you hear Vera doing the same, coming to a stop just a little in front of you. You smile at her and Rapidash snorts, he knows exactly what’s coming.

“So what now?” Vera asks, still somewhat unsure but looking very comfortable atop her noble steed.

“Now, we get a taste of what it’s like to fly” you tell the girl who frowned in confusion. “Do as I do” you say and dig your heels in. Rapidash didn’t need much prompting and began trotting almost before you’d touched him. You look over and see Vera had done the same so now you apply pressure with your whole legs, using your body to will the horse forward. Rapidash kicked into a canter at your beckoning, and a moment later, Vera had gotten her horse to do the same. “Feeling okay?” you ask, slowing Rapidash down to his dismay so that Vera could catch up.

“Yeah?” Vera asked/told you. The girl frowned as the two of your began cantering across the landscape.

“Well then, now we fly” You tell the girl who was still frowning. “YAH!” you cry with a sharp jerk of your heels. Rapidash didn’t need to be told twice and, with a loud neigh, sprang forward as fast as he could. Vera’s own cry followed you as she too sprang to a full gallop and the two of you went flying through the countryside.

It was some time later and in a small thicket by the edge of a stream that you slowed Rapidash down and released pressure on him. The boy decided that, since he was close to grass, shade and water, he’d help himself and you did nothing to stop him. You turn to look at Vera and smile. She was panting hard, had a glassy look in her eyes, and was giving off the biggest grin you had ever seen.

“Enjoyed that didn’t you?” you asked once she had caught her breath again.

“Yeah” Vera replied dreamily. You chuckle at her response and pat Rapidash’s shoulder. Vera hugged her horse and let out an airy peal of laughter. While she is doing this, you notice a thin trail of blood running down her leg. “Can we do that again?” Vera asked, straightening up after her horse had shook her in exasperation. She was still petting her horse’ shoulder.

“Not today” you say, shaking your head “We’ll take it slow on our way back home and I’ll show you how to care for your horse” you tell the girl who nodded enthusiastically. “Also, she’s your horse now . . . and she needs a name” you add. The girl’s eyes glimmered as she heard this.

“Then she shall be Ventia for we flew like the wind” Vera declared. Ventai neighed happily in response.

****

“Too slow! Do it again!” commanded Strabo. Before him were groups of Legionnaires training for the invasion of Atlantis.

“How’s it coming” you ask as you walk up beside him. The training field you’d rigged up even incorporated underwater sections for the men to practice in, and Strabo was standing on a pedestal that allowed him to access the vid screens you’d hooked up for him.

“These monsters are unknown elements” Strabo grunted uneasily. “I don’t like the unknown” he added “Men, I can handle . . . I know men” he finished.

“To tell you the truth, I wanted to just erase them from existence but something won’t let me” you tell the man.

“You mentioned as much back at the strategy meeting” he replied, giving you a quick glance before turning his attention back to the men who were resetting their exercise.

“I hope we won’t have to do this often, but the more I fight the enemy the more this happens” you say with a sigh.

“The men are nearly ready” Strabo tells you “The most difficult part was training men to operate the sea-chariots” he informed you. The Sea-Chariot was what the men were calling your ‘submarines’. They just utterly refused to call them that, so you had to grudgingly allow them to change the name. They were pretty much a stereotypical cartoon mini-sub with a teardrop shape that had a window at the narrow end and a large propeller at the other. For armaments, they featured two bolt throwers, one on either side, that worked because you said they worked. You also made these submarines out of bronze since it fit the 20,000 leagues under the sea aesthetic you had going for you. The beauty of these machines is that they’d carry a contubernium into battle. This meant that you needed about two hundred of them, but it was a small price to pay.

“Let’s hope the Merfolk can offer substantial help, we’re not doing this alone” you say gruffly as you watch the men do their exercise. The current one was getting out of the sub in a hurry. While the sub itself was impervious to attack, the fact that the men had to climb out of the sub in single-file and then swim to their destination slowed things down.

“And hope these serpent people aren’t a threat after we retake Atlantis” Strabo added.

“Too many unknowns” you say with an annoyed huff. “I hate these kinds of unknowns” you add. “Someone’s messing with me” you finish.

“We’ll adapt as Rome always has,” Strabo told you. “We’ll adapt to anything come what may, and we’ll overcome anything, be they man or myth” he said.

“Someone should write that down” you say with a snort. “History students a couple thousand years from now will be writing essays on you” you tell them man.

“Merciful gods, those poor souls” Strabo replied and the both of you chuckle.

****

“Rrrrrrooph” grunted the Quiphant in front of you.

“Hey there Kodo, how’s life?” you ask and Kodo huffed in response. You chuckle at his reaction while stroking his face. The Quiphant had a head very similar to a bison’s head, fuzzy with horns to match, while their bodies were much thicker, their backs flatter, and their legs very similar to an elephant’s. They almost looked like they were walking on clenched fists. For size ratios, the Quiphant stood nearly 6’5 in height and a man would be able to lay flat on its back without fear of rolling off. Their skin, and fur, were colour a deep graphite gray.

Kodo huffed again and nuzzled your cheek and you chuckled, stroking his chin.

“What about I find some fancy way to ride you?” You asked the beast who snorted curiously. “You’re big and strong so there’d be no problem with me putting a palanquin on your back” you tell him. Kodo huffed in response and got down on his knees. “I’ll take that as a yes” you mutter and spawn a wooden platform on his back. It was little wider than a person and each of its four corners had a pole which held aloft a fabric ceiling. Each pole had a curtain lashed to it and all but those on the front side were drawn.

“How’s the weight?” you ask and Kodo huffed before getting up. He took a short walk and came back, shaking himself to see if the palanquin would move. “Good?” you ask and Kodo huffed an affirmative before getting back down on his knees and allowing you onto his back.

With a smile, you climbed up and into your palanquin. Inside was a seat, little more than a cushion with a ridgid canvas backing that would allow you to relax and recline into the canvas.

With a sigh, you relax into the seat and stretch your legs out, reclining into the backing. Kodo then stood up, seemingly not noticing the new addition to his back at all and happily trotted around your villa doing his own thing.

“Solus!” you hear coming done from in front of Kodo. You open your eyes, you had been napping a little, and saw Artemis caught between laughing at you and being very surprised. “What, exactly, are you doing?” she asked before giggling some.

“Relaxing” you reply simply, spawning a goblet of wine and taking a long draw.

“But why?” Artemis asked, referring to the fact that you were doing this on Kodo’s back.

“Kodo’s strong enough that we could violently fuck on his back and he wouldn’t even notice” you reply, setting your cup down.

“Well alright then” Artemis said, shaking her head. She gave Kodo a look and the beast snorted in annoyance but got down on his knees anyway. With this, Artemis climbed up and happily inserted herself on your lap with you wrapping your arms around her. Your foxy wife then began wriggling in exactly the way she knew would make you hard.

“Want to put what I said to the test then hmm?” you ask as you run your hands up your wifes body until they’d latched onto her boobs.

“In a manner of speaking” Artemis replied, hiking up her dress so that her bare bottom was now rubbing against your crotch. You decided to help the girl out and hiked up your tunic so that your cock was now rubbing against bare arse.

It didn’t take long for you to get hard, Artemis had that effect on you. With your shaft at full mast, Artemis took it in one hand and positioned it under her arsehole. With a soft moan, Artemis began sliding down your shaft, engulfing your meat sabre in her tight sphincter.

“We haven’t done this in ages” Artemis panted. “We should do it more often” she added.

“I won’t complain” you tell the woman, still fondling her boobs. “Best make a choice now, either you can have me do the work for you, or you can have me grope you” you tell her. Her positioning wasn’t ideal for her to fuck herself on your cock, but you know she’d make it work anyway.

“Keep molesting me” Artemis huffed “I got this” she said with determination. You chuckled at her response, leaned back into your seat, continued kneading Artemis’ breasts, closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her arse as she began gyrating on top of you. It would take a while for either of you to get off but it was very relaxing.

****

You sigh in pleasure as you lean back on your throne, delighting in the feel of Valentina’s mouth around your cock as she does her best to deepthroat you.

“I’m cumming” you groan, bucking your hips as the pleasure builds up more and more. Hearing your words, Valentina slammed herself down the full length of your shaft. This was enough to send you over the edge, and a great orgasm spurted from you and down Valentina’s throat. You groan in pleasure as your servant began sucking at your cock, trying to drink every drop. Having tasted cum yourself, as Augustine, you know how bad it can be, and thus you had changed the taste and texture of your own cum to that of thick, sweetened cream.

Finally, with the last spurt of cum and pleasure sucked out of you, Valentina released your shaft from the depths of her mouth, gulped down a few good lungfuls of air, and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“That was amazing, you’ve been practising” you comment, stroking Valentina’s hair as she happily knelt between your legs. The girl made no move to leave after she had finished either.

“While you’ve been busy, I’ve been exploring some of the techniques you’ve been teaching me and prostituting myself” Valentina told you. You smile at the girl.

“Have you been enjoying yourself?” you ask and Valentina nodded. “Good to hear” you say. “So what’s new around the city?” you ask, snorting as Valentina’s eyes widened.

“I was planning on telling you master! Honest!” the girl hastily told you. You chuckle in response and take her chin in both hands, bending over her so you could properly look in her eyes.

“If I had any complaints, you would have heard them by now” you told her softly but forcefully. Valentina nodded and sagged in relief. “I’m worried about Tevron” you admitted to her as you released her chin and leaned back.

“He has been busy with multiple building projects, including an irrigation system for new farmlands” Valentina reported. You had to admit, she looked very cute and somewhat sexy kneeling like a good girl between your legs.

“I would like you to get close to him” you tell the girl and her eyes widened in surprise.

“H-how did you want me to do that?” she asked, trying, and failing, to not sound concerned.

“It doesn’t particularly matter, I’d prefer if the man got some, but if you’d just prefer to be his secretary, I’m sure he needs one” you tell her.

“C-can I task another girl to do this?” she asked. You took a breath as you thought about it. You did say it didn’t particularly matter how she did it. “I want to devote my entire time to being your servant whenever you are around” she admitted, bowing her head as if she thought you wouldn’t like that.

Truthfully, the reason you had been training the girl up in the first place was so that you could use her as a spy, rather than a spymaster, but she seemed to have slipped into the latter role almost without you noticing.

“Very well” you tell the girl. “I’ll be honest in that I had intended for you to be a spy, but that was somewhat before I had gotten to know you” you admit. The girl smiled brightly in response to your words. “Now stand up” you order. Valentina blinked but complied, leaving a wet slick on the ground where she had been kneeling. You raise an eyebrow at it and Valentina blushes.

“Only you m-make me feel all hot and bothered when I’m being submissive” she told you. “I normally prefer taking a more dominant stance but . . .” she added, trailing off.

“Well good then” you tell the girl. With a wave of your hand, a bronze coloured band appeared in the air in front of Valentina and hovered there until she took it. “That goes on your right bicep” you tell her. “If you put that on, it will mark you as my ****” you say and Valentina’s eyes snapped up to meet your own. “Of course, only you and I will know what that band will mean but still” you add. “Once you put it on, even if you take it off again, it will never be out of arm's reach of you unless you give it back to me” you tell the girl. You wanted to give her an out if she decided she didn’t want to be your **** or servant anymore.

Valentina blinked at you. She blinked again and then slipped the band onto her arm and blinked at you once more.

“I guess you want to be my ****?” you ask with a confused expression. Valentina merely nodded and you snorted in amusement, shaking your head. “Very well then, get over here” you say, patting a spot of throne in front of you. Valentina blinked again before sitting in front of you. “Legs apart, lean back into me” you order and Valentina complied. With your left hand, you begin fondling a boob while, with your right, you stuck a couple of fingers into her slick and hungry quim. Valentina bit her lip as you found her G-spot and leaned back into you further, almost lifting herself clear off the throne. “Let’s get you take care of” you whisper into her ear as you begin to finger her in earnest.

****

“Are you gardening?” you ask as you come upon Andraste on her hands and knees as she tended a garden plot.

“Yes, now’s a good time to plant lettuce” Andraste replied as she finished up what she was doing. She had been planting seeds with a small trowel, digging the holes for them and then covering them up after.

“You’re growing lettuce?” you ask, trying to hold back mirth.

“Yes . . . is there a problem with that?” Andraste asked, standing up and wiping the dirt off her hands.

“The bunny goddess grows lettuce?” you ask and Andraste frowned at you.

“I hope you haven’t been feeding any rabbits lettuce” she told you with an unamused expression.

“Why not? Aren’t carrots and lettuce good for rabbits?” you ask with a frown which melted as soon as you saw Andraste pout and fold her arms.

“No! Not at all! Carrots are fattening and lettuce can even be harmful!” the woman ranted. A huff of amusement was all that managed to escape you at her display.

“But you still enjoy these things?” you ask and Andraste blinked at you.

“Despite the occasional time in which I grow a tail and ears, I am not actually a rabbit” she told you and you chuckle. “Carrots also have more uses than just eating them” she added “And lettuce seeds can make oil” she said.

“Carrots have more uses than just eating?” You asked, racking your brain to think of what utility a carrot could have.

“Yes, it would certainly not be the first time I’ve gotten myself off on a carrot, they grow rather large sometimes, and have a delightful taper” she told you unashamedly. You blink a few times and almost miss the fact that the bunny had walked off. You turn and catch her walking into the glimmering sunrise. She turned back to look at you with a mischievous look in her eye while nibbling on a particularly large carrot you hadn’t noticed was in her possession before.

“That cheeky little bunny” you mutter to yourself, a tent forming in your tunic as you realise exactly where she had been keeping that carrot.

****

“So you’re the new addition to Solus’s Harem” Artemis stated, her hands on her hips as she stared down at Asha.

“I do not believe I have been ‘added’ to anything, I merely swore fealty” Asha replied, not looking up from her brazier.

“You still fucked him,” Artemis said, walking over to Asha to better glare down at her.

“Doesn’t everyone who swears fealty?” Asha asked in reply.

“Well yes, but that’s not the point!” Artemis replied.

“Well then” Asha said with an almost imperceptible sigh. “What would you have me do to prove I have no ill intentions for your husband?” she asked, turning from her brazier and standing up to meet Artemis’ gaze.

While the two girls sized each other up, you suddenly got the inexplicable desire to tend to the fire burning in Asha’s brazier. Turning away from the girls, you walked over to the brazier and knelt down in front of it, adding a piece of wood to the fire and dragging the poker around so you could use it more easily. Once this was done, you looked up and saw Artemis and Asha with their lips locked and their hands exploring each other’s bodies, removing clothing as they did so. You idly wondered how things progressed to that point but resolved yourself to asking about it later. With that thought, you turn your attention back to the fire.

The longer you stared into the flames, the more you saw, little figures dancing to their own tune. With an amused blink, you grab a piece of wood and add it to the flame, scraping some wood that had escaped back into the blaze. That done, you look up for a moment and see the two goddesses now completely naked and on the bed of cushions, Artemis on top Asha sucking, kissing and licking at one of her breasts. You snorted in amusement before turning your attention back to the blaze.

You watched the little dancers and realised you could influence their dance some. With this knowledge, you began guiding the dance along towards one of kindness and compassion, where before it had been trending towards more individual dances. Now the little tongues of flame danced in groups, laughing, spinning and playing. You add another piece of wood to the flame lest they dance themselves to exhaustion.

With the new piece of wood added, you take a moment to look up and see Artemis now laying on the cushions, her legs splayed apart. Asha was between her legs and gently kissing her thighs, her clit, running her tongue up the individual folds of Art’s labia and back down again. Artemis for her part was biting her lip and playing with her breasts, both nipples glistening with saliva. With a smile, you return to the blaze.

Your distraction had caused some of the groups of dancing tongues to drift apart, their sadness at separation touched you, and so you took out the poker and brought them back together again, adding more wood to the blaze as you watched them laugh and dance and play. There was no tongue that danced alone and you focused your efforts on keeping it this way, though it wasn’t easy.

With another piece of wood added, you guided the dance back down to a softer one, an easier to manage one that still kept the tongues together and happy. It was a comfortable, snuggling dance that allowed you to take your eyes off the blaze once more. Here you saw Asha atop Artemis, the two girls had their hands entwined with each other and were looking deeply into each other’s eyes, panting from recent exertion, both had massive grins on their faces.

“If you want a concubine, you needn’t ask, I approve” you say softly, the emotionless tone of your voice surprising you. If either of the two noticed anything odd about it though, neither said anything. Instead, Artemis giggled and pecked Asha on the lips. Asha, having been pecked, decided she wanted a full kiss and the two girls became entwined with each other. Legs entangled, bodies pressed, arms running across each other’s backs and smothering each other in soft kisses. You smile at the display of tender love and return to the blaze once more.

“I would be more than happy to be your concubine” you heard Asha gently murmur to her lover, and you settle in to tend to the blaze for some time as the two girls drift off to sleep together in each other’s arms. You find yourself not complaining about this turn of events, you quite enjoy guiding The Dance.

****

“What are you two girls doing?” Asked Tevron. He had apparently come to take a good look at the construction project Ishtar had talked you into helping her with.

“Building a new amenity for the girls section of the bathhouse” Ishtar replied.

“And one that will probably be added to any new bathhouses you build” you add with a grin.

“What is this new amenity of yours?” Tevron asked with a frown as he inspected the device in the center of the booth you had just finished building.

“It’s called a vibrator” you helpfully inform him. “You see, we have a pipe that channels steam from the mains, pumps it into a chamber in which a fan sits. The fan then turns an axle which has a weight on it that causes vibrations” you explain. “There’s a valve here on the front of the saddle” you tell him, twisting the valve. Your eyes light up as the beast roars to life. The ‘saddle’ was a semicircular prism that was specifically designed to be ridden by women. There were even handlebars that came out of the ground so the woman using it could have some support. You had also made sure that each person using it would have a clean cloth to drape over the saddle so that users wouldn’t get bodily fluids over the machinery.

“Now we just need to test it,” Ishtar said with a hum. All of a sudden you weren’t so keen on trying it. You have heard many stories about girls using vibrators, but this wasn’t a tried and tested piece of kit from modern times, even if it should work the same. “You!” Ishtar called out, ducking out of the booth and dragging a passerby back inside.

The girl gave a deer-in-headlights expression and blinked a few times, switching to slight fear when her eyes fell on the single clothed male. This drew your attention back to the man in the room, especially since you were now rubbing elbows with him in the confined space.

“Oh, wait outside Tevron” you tell the man who gave you a confused expression before complying, slipping out of the booth. “Now, plonk your snatch on this here saddle” you instruct the girl who blinked “And turn the valve” you tell her. The girl hesitatingly complied, climbing onto the saddle with a confused expression like she couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “We’ll give you some privacy” you tell her with a smirk and she blinked at you before you and Ishtar filed out.

Outside, Tevron gave you a raised eyebrow, while you and Ishtar just gave him massive grins in return.

Then the beast came alive.

A vibrating roar came from inside the booth, and you wondered if maybe you should try and slow the fan down a little, or maybe lighten the weight up when you heard the girl’s voice.

“oh oh oh oh OH OH OH OH GODS YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS” you heard as the girls’ screams became incoherent.

“I think it worked” you say with a blink.

“I want to try it now!” Ishtar exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Was that a sex device?” Tevron asked between blinks

“Vibrations on erogenous zones cause orgasms” you say with a couple more blinks. Tevron then turned to face you and his eyes went up and down your body before returning to your eyes.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” Tevron said with an easy smile. You blink as you notice just how cute he is.

“Augustina” you say with a blink. Tevron’s smile widens a little.

“Tevron, but you knew that already . . .” Tevron said, “Perhaps we could discuss the engineering that went into this over dinner?” he asked. You blink a few more times as you realised Tevron just asked you out.

“D-delighted” you stammer, twirling a lock of hair.

“Then I’ll see you at the governor’s palace tonight” the man said with a happy smile. Just at that moment the vibrator saddle roared to life again and Ishtar’s cries of pleasure wafted out. You poke your head in, and see the girl from before conked out on the floor with a goofy grin on her face while Ishtar rode the saddle like it was a wild stallion.

“You’re supposed to change the cloth out between uses!” you admonish your friend, who was too far gone to even notice the existence of reality by this point.

“I’ll see you later Augustina” Tevron told you with a smile.

“Yes, you will” you reply, turning back to him for a moment and flashing him a smile. This was going to be weird, and probably fun as well.

****

“Ah, Solus, I haven’t seen you in a while” Commented Azrael as you sit on a park bench beside her.

“It has, a lot has happened these last few months” you reply, watching some children playing around a tree.

“There have been more people coming to me for . . . sexual diseases” Azrael commented idly. You snort, of course there had to be a downside to everything, and condoms haven’t been invented yet. “I’m at my wits’ end trying to cure them” she told you “And apparently telling some men that they aren’t to have sex anymore is the wrong thing to do” she added and you look at her sharply. “Many comments of ‘what would a woman know” she told you. You groan at the blatant display of sexism.

“Hopefully education will help with that last problem” you tell the former angel.

“That still leaves the issue of diseases I can’t cure being on the rise” she said softly.

“I could combine magic and alchemy to enable you to create medicines that technology is unable to produce” you tell her. “But that would require magic” you add. Azrael sighed at your words. The poor woman had been avoiding magic and god powers as much as she could, and now it seemed to be the only way.

“I suppose it would be too much to ask for the technology to make some of these modern medicines?” Azrael asked and you nodded.

“I may not have expressly stated it, but I’ve been trying my best to not introduce any technology or invention that hasn’t been discovered by someone, somewhere at this point in history” you explain.

“Then I have ****” Azrael said with a sigh “I’ll accept your magical solution” she told you.

“I won’t make it easy, ingredients will have different effects, and you will have to discover them and combine them to make what you want” you told her. “It will be as scientific as I can make it” you assure her.

“It will have to do,” she said softly before gracefully standing up and making her way out of the park. You sighed as you watched her leaving. You had wanted to tell her that she was already being worshiped, she had her own icon in the makeshift temple Sabine had set up. Perhaps one day she’ll accept a return to godhood.

****

You watched with amusement as the human artist took his chisel off of the statue he had just finished, and took a step back to admire his work. The statue was a life-sized statue on a pedestal, which raised the height of the statue to just above your own. The statue depicted a woman who had been wearing a gown that had slipped from her shoulders and had been caught by the artist before it could slip too far below her hips, thus covering her bottom half. Her top half was covered by the woman’s hands who had clearly run them up her body until they got to her boobs and was now fondling them. The woman’s head was tilted back, her mouth in an ‘o’ shape and her eyes closed.

“I had no idea people cared that much about you” you comment to Fortuna beside you. The goddess, for her part, was blushing madly. It seems she had no idea this was happening until you brought her here to show her.

“I . . .” Fortuna began, cutting herself off as she was clearly too touched for words.

“I wish people would erect statues of me, but then again I haven’t directly helped anyone fight off invasions from unwashed barbarians by conjuring massive storms to break their fleets against the rocky cliffs of Briton” you say, folding your arms and raising an eyebrow. Fortuna laughed, though it was slightly hysterical.

“They call me ‘Lady Gwen’” she told you once she had gotten her mirth under control. You rack your brain as you try to think of a meaning behind it before shrugging. The best you could say was that it was Welsh, and that was only because the people calling her that were Welsh. Or at least, they are the people that would eventually be known as the Welsh.

“I have no idea what that means” you tell her.

“It means Lady Fair,” Fortuna replied.

“Well then” you say “Lady Gwen, I like the sound of that” you add, saying the name again under your breath a couple more times to get the feel for it. You then turn back to the statue and snort in amusement, before striking the statue with a bolt of lightning. Instead of destroying it, you instead replaced the inferior material used with the white marble of Italy, and added a spell on the statue so that it would forever be impervious to the elements. On either side of the statue was a brazier that burnt with sea green flames, adding warmth and shelter from the spray of the sea as the waves hit the cliff that the statue had been built on. With several more bolts of lightning, you spawn a pillar of rock, with a soft grassy surface, and carry the statue, and it’s maker, over to it. A few more bolts of lightning and an arching rock bridge, again covered in soft grass, connected it to the mainland.

The artist who had been working the statue took one look at where he was now standing before dropping to his knees and making a prayer sign.

“Thank you oh blessed Lady for accepting this gift!” he cried into the gathering storm. You burst out laughing at this.

“My credit’s been stolen!” you say with mock indignation and get an amused huff from Gwen.

“Then you shouldn’t have done it to MY statue!” Gwen snapped at you, a massive grin on her face. You smile at her for a moment which brings the goddess up short.

“I’ll see you around Gwen” You tell the goddess. “Lady of the Sea, Queen of Storms, Bringer of Luck” you add over your shoulder as you turn around and leave.