Synopsis: How would Rafayel, the future God of the Sea, react if you willingly offered yourself as a sacrifice?
Words: 0.4k
Genre: Fantasy ‧ Romance? ‧ Drama.
Warnings: Mention of death.
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★ Upon learning that you offered yourself as a sacrifice, his first reaction would be distrust. No matter how much you insist it was your own decision, he knows your kind too well to believe anyone would surrender themselves without expecting something in return.
★ If he notices you’re not trying to escape, he’d start provoking you with uncomfortable questions and sharp words. Not to make you feel bad, but to see if you truly understand what staying in Lemuria means.
★ If you manage to overcome his initial rejection, he’d start watching you more closely, testing your endurance from afar. He wouldn’t intervene, but he’d make small gestures to evaluate you, such as assigning difficult tasks, leaving you alone most of the time, and ignoring you during his people’s rituals.
★ As the process unfolds, once he realizes you have no ill intentions and pose no threat to others, he’d begin to question your sanity. After all, who in their right mind would choose to give up their life for people who believe sacrificing others to the God of the Sea is a reasonable solution to their problems?
★ Even if he started to respect you, he wouldn’t be kind. In his own way, he’d try to keep his distance, as if part of him needed to protect himself from growing attached to you.
★ If he saw you were determined to fulfill your purpose, he wouldn’t know whether to protect you or dissuade you from continuing. Not because he sees you as weak, but because completing the ritual would mean the end of your presence.
★ Some Lemurians would remark how fortunate they are to have found you, since you’re willingly offering your heart. To them, this not only represents exceptional devotion but also the chance to complete Rafayel’s ascension to godhood according to tradition. However, instead of feeling grateful, the thought fills him with a tightness in his chest that’s hard to ease.
★ Over time, he’d start to see you as an exception. He would still believe humanity can be a threat, yet he would eventually admit to himself that some people are different.
★ Because of that realization, he would feel even more compelled to prevent you from sacrificing yourself for him. He would hate the idea of taking your life when, with your resilient, determined, and strong-willed character, you should be by his side in his reign rather than perish.
★ In secret, he would begin searching for ways to break millennia of custom. He would explore ancient records, question sages, and even risk visiting forgotten temples, all while keeping his true intentions hidden.
★ Soon, consequences would no longer matter, because each breath you took would be enough to challenge everything that had been set in stone. Even if he had to give his own heart, he would do it without hesitation, as long as it ensured you continued to exist.
Synopsis: As a General, he cannot allow his feelings for you to distract him.
Words: 0.2k
Genre: Romance ‧ Drama.
Warnings: None.
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★ He keeps a firm, calculated distance, knowing that any display of personal vulnerability could become a crack in the armor that protects his soldiers. That’s why every emotion remains sealed beneath an impenetrable mask, as he cannot afford to give in to his feelings, aware that doing so could weaken the trust they place in him.
★ His gestures toward you are minimal and measured with precision. There will never be prolonged contact or unnecessary words that could reveal too much or cause him to lose control of the situation.
★ In the privacy of his thoughts, Geshu Lin wrestles with a desire he knows is forbidden. He buries every impulse because his sense of duty is stronger than his personal feelings. Sacrifice is not just a choice but an obligation, and he would rather bury those emotions than risk the stability of the group.
★ He actively looks for excuses to stay away from you, aware that getting too close could jeopardize his image and the perception of strength he must uphold as a leader. However, when he is in your presence, the faint glimmer in his eyes speaks for itself, revealing an affection as intense as it is restrained.
★ The only time he allows his guard to drop is in complete solitude. In those brief moments, he faces the inner conflict between his duty and what he truly feels. However, he never lets those emotions take over, and he puts the mask back on with unwavering determination, knowing his sacrifice is necessary and that strength must always prevail.
Synopsis: Among ruins and memories, the only thing that remains steady is her promise to return.
Word Count: 0.3k
Warnings: None.
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
“Map, flashlight, battery…”
“Do you really have to go?”
Grace finished the count and looked at the person she shared an apartment with. They had a furrowed brow and crossed arms, and the sour expression on their face reflected the deep concern the mission assigned by the FBI had caused them.
“It’s work and part of my story,” she said, lowering her head toward the backpack she had just packed. “It’s difficult, and I’m scared, but I need to do it. I have to find out the reason behind the disappearances and discover who… or how my mother died.”
“The city is nothing but ruins. Dangerous people must be occupying the little that’s still standing; it’s far too risky,” they said, shaking their head with a sigh and taking a tentative step, as if trying to stop her from continuing to pack.
“Considering my job, did you expect any less?”
“You do research at a desk. Have you ever even done fieldwork?” they raised their voice, sharp with indignation.
Grace took a deep breath and stopped checking the luggage to step closer. She tilted her head with an apologetic grimace, but quickly forced a smile and held their shoulders in a comforting grip.
“Trust me.”
“Isn’t there any way you could stay?” they asked almost pleadingly, uncrossing their arms and stepping closer to hold her.
“I have to do it, not just for work, but for myself,” she explained, determined. “I know you understand everything this entails, how important it is.”
“Yes, I…” they hesitated, lowering their head before embracing her. “I just want you to be safe. I don’t want to lose you.”
Grace returned the gesture and closed her eyes, grateful to have someone who cared for her so much and wanted to shield her from past traumas.
“I promise I’ll come back. I’ll solve the mystery and return victorious.”
“I’ll hold you to that. I’ll wait for you.”
Squeezing each other and savoring the moment, they remained silent before looking at each other and finishing packing the backpack together. The future was uncertain, so they would make the most of every moment they could share.
Synopsis: Vacationing in Natlan turned out to be better than planned, all thanks to an extremely charming local.
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: Smut.
Request: Anonymous.
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
Under the scorching sun of Natlan, four girls made their way toward the coast, where the laughter of those enjoying the water echoed under the relentless summer heat. The promise of a luxurious beach day, made possible by one of them, filled the group with excitement, almost making them overlook the fact that the gift came from a complete stranger. However, the questions didn’t take long to arise as they headed to claim their prize.
"The person who invited us... are they trustworthy?" asked a young woman with shoulder-length hair, adjusting the visor she wore with some uncertainty.
The one leading the group glanced at her friend, nodding as she adjusted her grip on the basket full of food she was carrying.
"It must be some kind of marketing strategy, but we can always say no if she tries to sell us a vacation package later," the oldest one intervened, carrying a surfboard under her left arm. "Good thing you decided to travel a few days earlier, imagine if you didn't know Mualani and we missed out on such an opportunity!"
"At least we should spend on drinks or souvenirs as a token of appreciation. Not every day do you get to be a VIP in the People of the Springs," another one said, wiping the sweat from around her sunglasses.
"I've found out, and she's very well-known. She belongs to a local tribe and owns Leisurely Puffer, so there's nothing to worry about, her reputation is excellent."
Those words momentarily eased their doubts, and any lingering suspicion vanished when they met the event’s host. With a fresh appearance and an enthusiastic attitude, she immediately blended in and effortlessly commanded everyone’s attention with every piece of advice she gave.
"Those waves are better around that area. There are also several courses for practice and competition; the best surfer by the end of the day gets a prize!" she explained, piquing the interest of the eldest among them.
"You really know what you're doing," she acknowledged with a crooked smile before laughing. "We came as a group, but with this information, they might not see my face for the rest of the vacation."
"Better for us," the one with glasses sighed, immediately receiving a hit from her friend.
"I won't go now, I'll stay here until dusk!"
Watching happily as her friends began to soak in the atmosphere, the trip organizer placed the basket in the sand and started unpacking on the individual tables they had been assigned next to the loungers.
"Can I help you?" Mualani asked, stepping closer and blocking the sun with her body.
"No, it's fine, you've already done enough for us," she declined, crouching as she pulled out a container. "By the way, you should try what we made."
Lifting the lid and offering it, the slender woman looked inside and hesitated to accept.
"Thank you, but I made all of this without expecting anything in return."
"Do you think a snack could make up for the exclusive treatment?" she raised an eyebrow with a small, incredulous laugh.
"Of course! Especially if you made it," she smiled, clasping her hands behind her back.
The comment left her frozen, seemingly a flirtation, but she quickly regained her composure, considering she was probably imagining things.
"Hey, can you show me where the surf area is?"
The surfer's interruption distracted them from the other, and Mualani nodded happily before leading her away. Taking advantage of the solitude, the other two women finished arranging their belongings and enjoyed the start of their vacation. They ordered drinks, swam, and basked in the sun, occasionally visiting the athlete during her practice before officially competing.
Meanwhile, Mualani moved back and forth, guiding tourists and overseeing Leisurely Puffer, occasionally stopping to greet them and have brief conversations. The high season was in full swing, and although it was hard to stop, when the breeze turned into wind and the sea began to stir more than acceptable, the native of Natlan had to intervene.
"My board was taken by the current!" the athlete from the group coughed, as one of the assistants helped her get to the lounge chairs.
"Are you okay!? What happened?" they asked, alarmed, rushing to offer support.
"Suddenly everything became chaotic, and I sank!" she exclaimed, sitting down to catch her breath.
"I bought it specifically for this trip, spent a lot of money on it, I need it!" she added, visibly panicked, casting desperate glances at those nearby.
Mualani, noticing the presence of one of the lifeguards, approached quickly and, with concern, got up to speed on the situation.
"Don't stress, we'll search while the doctors check on you," she said in a reassuring tone before turning her gaze to her new friend. "I'll look in a more remote area, so I'll need help. Will you come with me?"
"Of course, y-yes," she nodded, the determination in her tone causing her to stammer.
The other two girls signaled that they would search the nearby areas, and within seconds, they scattered. Walking along the coast, they gradually left behind the locals and tourists, heading into a rocky area.
"It is advised that outsiders do not venture into this area; it's dangerous because of the whirlpools and the wildlife that inhabits it," Mualani explained, in the process taking her hand and helping her jump over a rock.
"Will we be okay?" she hesitated, looking down, uneasy about the slippery moss.
"With me, there's nothing to worry about," Mualani promised, then winked at her.
"I'll trust you," she sighed, defeated, trying not to tense up.
"I know the currents well; it wouldn’t be the first time a lost belonging ends up here."
"I understand..." she murmured, paying attention to the fact that their hands were still intertwined.
After more traveling and a few scares from close encounters with koholasauruses, they reached the first caves. Mualani quickly explored the nooks and crannies, but before doing so, she made sure to leave her in a safe spot where she could watch the crabs and mollusks dragged by the waves.
"Let’s go to the next one, it’s definitely there," the white-haired girl said, reaching out to take her hand.
"Do you think we should keep trying?" she frowned, reluctant to step on more rocks that could hurt her feet through the flip-flops.
"Totally! The next area is a cave with a wider and deeper channel, so there’s a better chance the board is there," she replied enthusiastically, pulling her along.
Sighing once more, she followed without resistance, her thoughts beginning to swirl at such kindness.
"Now that we're alone... I wanted to thank you. You’ve really been so considerate and generous with us."
Mualani glanced over her shoulder and tilted her head, maintaining her cheerful demeanor.
"You looked so alone and lost when I found you that I couldn't resist. You deserved to have a good experience."
"But I'm sure there are tons of tourists in the same situation. Do you offer the same to everyone?" she asked, trying to understand her better.
Blushing, her bronzed cheeks took on a warm tone as she looked ahead, a slight tremor noticeable in the fingers holding on.
"Actually, no," she admitted in a soft tone, then pointed toward a spot further ahead. "There! I think I see part of the board at the entrance of the cave!"
Forgetting the previous topic, they hurried over and, relieved, finally found the lost item. With some effort, they managed to pull it out from between a couple of rocks, noticing that it had several scratches, but luckily, it was still intact.
"It doesn’t seem serious," the tourist commented, trying to hide a grimace as she saw a new dent.
"That's true, but if it was new, maybe your friend won’t be too happy."
"I’m not trained enough to carry this back. Can we rest for a moment?" she sighed, looking for a comfortable spot to sit.
Mualani let out a small laugh and settled beside her, hugging her legs as she began to bring up topics of conversation. They talked about daily life, work, studies, and any matters that had been left pending from the previous days when they had met.
"I'm glad to have this moment with you. I had more work than I expected, and on the beach, I couldn’t get as close as I would’ve liked," Mualani confessed, the tone she used making her companion’s skin tingle.
Nervous and with her heart racing, for reasons she still couldn’t figure out, she lowered her gaze and took a deep breath before speaking.
"Was all the kindness... for some personal gain?" she asked, immediately feeling her face burn with the boldness of her question.
Honestly, she had expected indignation and anger, but instead, she noticed Mualani nodding, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I wanted to help, but I also thought you were really cute and..." she shrugged, a little afraid, avoiding eye contact.
The confession raised the temperature, and with a rush of adrenaline and excitement, the tourist closed the distance and kissed her. It lasted incredibly briefly, but it took their breath away and shattered the wall of unspoken feelings and desires that had been building since they met.
Mualani froze, and as she noticed the other woman starting to doubt whether she had acted wrongly, she leaned in to kiss her in clear response. She took her by the neck and they began to vigorously rub against each other, their minds clouded, ignoring where they were caressing until her fingers slid past her hips.
Applying gentle pressure, the native managed to ease the tourist onto her back. They half-opened their eyes, meeting each other’s gaze as they adjusted their positions, with one of Mualani's gloved hands sliding down to her lower abdomen.
"Is this okay?" she asked, the tips of her white hair caressing her face.
"Yes," she whispered, the electricity between their bodies sending tingles to areas that were already demanding attention.
Without needing to hold back, they kissed again, and she hugged her waist, a gasp stifled as the guide's fingers touched her over her swimsuit. She felt three fingers run up and down her body, especially the cordial, which pressed between her lips until it focused on the small bulge they concealed.
"Mualani," she gasped, turning her face away with a furrowed brow.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
She shook her head and closed her eyes, arching and relaxing her back several times as the pleasure slowly took control of every nerve. She moved her hips, seeking more than she was receiving, until, suddenly, she became aware of herself and felt a little ashamed of how quickly she was losing herself in the sensations. She turned her face and kissed the first thing she could reach from Mualani, who, from day one, had been extremely generous, and now definitely needed something in return.
"Your shorts are short, but they're way too tight for even a pinky to get through," she growled, struggling to slip past the edges.
"They're sportswear, the best brand for water activities," she explained, trembling slightly from the hand brushing against her, searching for a way in.
"I can't imagine how you even put them on; they're like a second skin."
Mualani smiled, amused by the clear frustration, and quickly distracted her by doing what she couldn't. The moan that resonated as she touched her under the swimsuit made her skin crawl and became hotter than Natlan's sun, the moisture that trickled down to her gloves feeling like an ideal ocean to swim in. She didn't hold back when she saw that her ministrations were appreciated, and her clitoris clearly thanked her as she plunged the tourist into waters she couldn't escape.
"Do you want me to stop?" she feigned innocence when the other woman grabbed her wrist, halting her.
"Sometimes it's too much," she gasped, disoriented, barely knowing what to do with her body. "I'll lose my mind."
"You're on vacation, remember? This is part of the experience," she played it off, discreetly admiring the way her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
She followed the massages, enthralled by what she was provoking, and at the right moment, she inserted a finger. The experience was invigorating for both of them, and the tourist flexed her legs with the intention of spreading them further apart, inadvertently touching the opposite heat and earning a moan from Mualani. All the lights came on, and in the frenzy, she grabbed her hips, without hesitation, applying force to force her to rub against his limb.
"Do it," she ordered, squeezing the flesh in her grasp. "The versatile M-Mualani can do both at the same time, right?" she added with a defiant smile, having regained her voice after the brief pause.
"This is about you…"
She was immediately silenced by a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her down into a fervent kiss.
"Don't try to run away. This is my vacation, and it has to be perfect, right?" she arched an eyebrow, enjoying how they were finally playing the same game. "You must fulfill my desires."
Mualani hesitated for a moment and in a split second decided to surrender, but not before burying her face in the other's neck until she felt comfortable. She slowly began to rub herself, and the woman took advantage of the opportunity to hold her rear end to help her find the best angle, though she let her go when the hand tending to her insides began to move again.
The cave filled with pleasurable sounds that blended with the waves crashing against the rocks, Mualani's body reacting intensely to the delight the tourist was bringing her. It was challenging, but she had no intention of being left behind. She added two more fingers, leaving her partner with closed eyes and parted lips.
The traveler's orgasm was near, evident from the way her body trembled and the way she lost focus on the other woman receiving pleasure. Her nervous center, increasingly selfish, begged for more, and Mualani was intent on giving her what she needed, raptly observing the moments leading up to it until ecstasy erupted. She stopped blinking and admired every detail of the spectacle, although what she enjoyed most was when she hugged her and whispered her name over and over.
Calming down, she placed a hand on the native's tanned cheek and lost herself in her reddish eyes before kissing her slowly and deeply. As their tongues danced, she brushed Mualani's braids to one side and then lowered her hands to her swimsuit. Calmly and unhurriedly, she stood up and straddled her on the thigh she had previously used.
"You know what to do, right?" she murmured, the tips of their noses brushing due to the closeness.
Little inhibition remained in the woman after her climax, and Mualani fell victim to what she herself had brought on herself. She threw her head back and enjoyed the kisses and light bites she bestowed, her neck and shoulders bearing the brunt of the satisfying assault.
"Ah..." she sighed as she rocked her hips harder.
"Do you think the others will wonder why we took so long?"
The native frowned and, falling into distraction, jumped when her companion slipped a hand out and began playing with her clitoris over her swimsuit.
"Wait," she gasped, going to hug her neck.
"Do you want me to stop?" She raised an eyebrow while smiling, her tone showing that she was amused by repeating the question she herself had received minutes before.
Mualani bit her lower lip and, without a second thought, stared at the cave wall, giving herself over completely in that moment. She let her body move as it wished, and her athletic shorts contained the moisture that would otherwise have spread to the opposite skin.
The fingers that weren't attending her lower region affectionately squeezed one of her hips before rising and entangling themselves in her light hair, gently tugging to make her stop hiding and let her kiss her. Sloppy and breathing heavily, Mualani pressed even harder between her legs and rubbed vigorously, the woman barely having to work thanks to the sudden energy. Years of training were evident in that moment, the well-trained muscles rocking her in such a way that the woman had to almost anchor herself to the ground to avoid being carried away with her.
Suddenly, the kiss was broken, and the Natlan native stopped all movement and closed her legs against the thigh she was riding, the moan she released announcing the long-awaited end. She trembled and frowned, holding him desperately, long moments passing until the pleasure stopped paralyzing her.
"Thank you."
Confused, Mualani looked into her eyes, loosening her grip as she regained her composure.
"Hm?"
"For giving me the best vacation I could have imagined."
That made her smile and take a deep breath, the air revitalizing every cell, and she cupped her face. Looking at her intently, a playful glint and promises shone in her eyes without saying a word, kissing her as a sign that the lost board had only been the trigger because their adventures had just begun.
Synopsis: Life after life, she will always be the one.
Words: 0.3k
Warnings: None.
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
The field stretched out like a dream, blanketed in wildflowers swaying with the gentle breeze. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on them in golden flickers, wrapping them in a tender silence, full of words that didn’t need to be spoken.
She lay half-reclined against him, her head resting on his chest with a trust that spoke of a thousand moments just like this, each of them equal and perfect. Xavier, for his part, kept his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if searching in the distance for answers only that space could offer. He breathed calmly and stayed still, careful not to disturb the peace they had finally found.
Inside, however, everything in him burned fiercely, for he had waited for that moment far too long. The cruel fate of the one he loved pushed him to relive many first times over and over again. Each was more intense, more overwhelming, like thick fog on a stormy, humid night.
That moment captured the feeling perfectly, for the dark armor he wore did nothing to keep the warmth of the other’s body at bay. It was soft, like the light he wielded, and yet it still burned, etched with the memory of passion from past lives and stirred by the thrill of new chances.
Finally, she lifted her face, letting go of the white flower she held, and took in his perfect features. Soon, he met her gaze, and their eyes locked, creating the illusion that time had stopped. Both felt the rhythm, the opposite yet complementary beat of their hearts, a melody neither needed to name for their lips to meet.
It was tender, slow, almost reverent, as if in that gesture he sealed once again the promise to always seek her. He would care for her in every life and never stop searching for ways for her to live as she deserved, even if he had to start from scratch hundreds of times more.
Synopsis: What would he do when you visit him at the Angel's Share and get drunk?
Word Count: 0.1k
Warnings: None.
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★ First and foremost, he'd make sure you stopped drinking. Depending on your behavior, he'd either try to calmly persuade you or, if there was no other option, he'd just start serving you water instead.
★ Since you're someone he knows, he'd pay more attention to you than anyone else. Trusting his team, he'd let them handle most of the customers while he keeps a close eye on you.
★ If you got more social, he'd make sure no one took advantage of you or that you didn't disturb the peace of the place. If needed, he might even sit beside you—just to keep you entertained and make sure you didn’t end up in a weird situation with strangers.
★ If you started getting sleepy and weren’t in any condition to leave on your own, he’d take you to the back room so you could rest there until closing time.
★ If, upon waking, he noticed you still weren’t in any condition to take care of yourself, he wouldn’t hesitate to walk you home.
Inside the Knights of Favonius building was the main library, where, in the basement, there was a door that was always kept closed. No one knew what it concealed, but they assumed it must be a storage room or a section with forbidden readings. Few dared to ask, yet when they did, Lisa maintained the mystery with playful words and a beautiful smile.
On the other hand, the few individuals who knew the secret played along, as it was nothing more than a personal study. Books on magic, potions, and ingredients filled the spacious and orderly room, which during the day was occupied by her first and only student. Everything the young mage needed was available, so no one saw her come or go during working hours. However, at night, the locks would be undone for the librarian, who would enter to teach and check on her progress.
"All this time, you've done very well," Lisa said with a smile, her legs crossed as she rested in a plush purple chair. "It's understandable that you'd want to advance and explore other areas."
"P-But I didn’t mean this," came the flustered response, her hands bound at the wrists, floating in mid-air.
"Did you not ask to learn unconventional magic?" Lisa’s voice was calm, her gaze knowing and steady.
"This isn't learning. You're just applying it to me and... Ah!"
The translucent smoke surrounding her made her choke, as it seeped under her clothes and began to tease her nipples.
"It's a small sample so you can understand what you could do if you expand your power," she downplayed.
Tilting her head, she admired the unfolding scene and appreciated every detail of the person with whom, just a few months earlier, she had begun a physical relationship. Giving her pleasure became a great way for her to study, as the reward was eagerly awaited thanks to the chemistry and desire they felt for each other from day one.
"Lisa," she called, immediately flinching at the blatant rubbing.
"You've got the ability, haven't you? Try to escape."
Without needing to move a muscle, the most distinguished graduate of the Sumeru Academy enveloped every corner of the vulnerable body and enjoyed giving or taking as she saw fit. She slid past the pants and caressed the moist entrance while, on the lower abdomen, she applied a gentle pressure that made her see stars.
"Please, Lisa," she gasped tearfully.
"You keep calling me without specifying what you want. How can I comply like this?" She placed a hand over her face, feigning concern.
"R-Remove the binding."
"That would delay your training. You're not yet skilled in gesture-free magic, so this is an incredible opportunity to improve yourself."
A loud moan cut through the conversation, and the young woman writhed before a sharp flash of pleasure.
"I long to be near you," she confessed, a tear escaping as she blinked.
The teacher's heart pounded and her head spun at the spark of tenderness amidst such sensuality. She suppressed the exultant emotion and uncrossed her legs to pull her closer, gently causing her to stop floating and straddle her.
"How could I refuse?" she sighed dejectedly. "You've endured enough. What I do next will end the class."
"What is it?"
Lisa smiled mischievously and kissed her, calmly taking her time tasting and caressing her. In the midst of this, the apprentice began to feel pressure, as if she'd been placed on top of an existence that shouldn't be there.
"Magic can take many forms..." she murmured, pulling away a few millimeters. "Will you let it be inside you?"
"How?" She wrinkled her brow, the thought that emerged seemed impossible.
"You won't even have to undress," she continued, a hand slipping in and testing whether she was dilated enough.
"I d-don't understand," she stammered, then noticed something pushing against her privates. "What?!" she exclaimed, realizing it wasn't Lisa's slender, delicate fingers entering her.
"Today, magic will unite us like never before," she promised as she kissed her breast.
Entering her patiently, she held her from behind to prevent her from slipping. She could feel the heat and the pressure, the witchcraft transmitting the sensations and causing her to tingle with pleasure.
Slowly and unhurriedly, she began to move, though it was truly an illusion, as she didn't need the swaying of her hips to stir her own energy. She closed her eyes and dropped the large purple hat to rest her face on the young woman's neck, who couldn't close her mouth due to the uncontrolled moans that were pouring out.
"Oh, there! Right there," she whimpered, tensing her still-tied wrists.
"You're beautiful," she murmured, pleased as she squeezed her waist.
Illuminated by the soft light from the room's lamps, Lisa took advantage of her natural state to savor every inch. For the first time, she could explore her in depth, and the satisfaction that filled her with every friction threatened to transport her to another world. Ecstasy seemed imminent, and with less control, she held her tight, lightly digging her nails into her, while she gazed at her face. Her closed eyes and facial contortions revealed the inner chaos, and on impulse, she suffocated her in a kiss, intensifying the effect of the magic.
The orgasm arrived in an unprecedented burst of delight, both of them almost screaming as their lips danced. Wetness stained each pair of thighs, and Lisa released her restraints to allow her to embrace her, immediately appreciating how she held her between electric spasms. They breathed heavily and rested against each other's cheeks, stabilizing after a few long minutes.
"That was... crazy," the victim confessed.
"Did you like it?" she asked, caressing her under the shirt in the process.
The young woman distanced herself and looked into his green eyes, wearily appreciating all the affection they sparked.
"You know I did," she replied, still trying to steady her breath.
"Was it too much?" Lisa tilted her head, noticing as the other clicked her fingers and levitated the hat from the floor.
"Do you think I wouldn't have fought back if I hated it?" she raised an eyebrow as she placed the accessory on Lisa. "I may be your student, but I’m not weak. Besides, it was certainly a good lesson. I really didn’t know we could do... this."
Lisa smiled mischievously, allowing herself to relax completely. Still dizzy from the experience, she leaned in and gave a gentle kiss on the lips, the brim of her hat unintentionally enveloping them in darkness.
"That's why I'll always be the best—and only—teacher you'll have."
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Synopsis: It started as simple camaraderie within the Knights of Favonius and grew into a strong friendship, but now feelings threatened to change their relationship.
Words: 2.0k
Warnings: Friends to lovers / Smut: Oral sex.
Request: Yes.
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
As the heiress of the Gunnhildr clan, Jean stood out from a young age for her unwavering dedication. By the age of 21, she had already amassed an enviable list of achievements and managed Mondstadt in the absence of Grand Master Varka, who was hardly missed thanks to the knight tirelessly watching over the city. Responsible and reliable, no one hesitated to turn to her when problems arose. Her skills were admired and respected, causing many to overlook the stress and inner conflicts that might weigh her down.
“Here’s some coffee.”
Jean stopped reading the document on her desk and looked up, watching as a white mug bearing the Knights of Favonius crest was placed just a few inches away.
“Thanks.”
“That’s your third one, and it’s not even ten in the morning,” they warned sternly.
“Details,” she dismissed casually.
“For Barbatos’ sake…”
“What?” She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the indignation.
“You work seven days a week, handling every conflict no matter the time, and you never take breaks or vacations. You’re holding up because you’re young, but you’re doing nothing for your well-being,” they stated firmly, though the concern was evident. “I want to take care of you. Let me look after you,” they added with sudden softness, the warmth in their gaze sending a shiver down her spine.
“I appreciate your intentions, but I’m not a child.”
“It’s exhausting that you keep rejecting me,” they sighed, tilting their head as they reached for one of the many piles of documents.
Jean glanced sideways and took a sip, wary of continuing the conversation due to its obvious double meaning. Companionship, friendship, love… All those things she had secretly read about in romance novels were now happening to her. However, her relationship with her 19-year-old comrade was treading into territories she was still hesitant to explore. As the older one and the leader of Mondstadt, she wasn’t sure if the power and influence she held had unconsciously affected this connection.
They had known each other since childhood and grew up together in the Knights of Favonius, developing a strong friendship that, at some point during adolescence, evolved into something deeper. Glances, physical contact, and words began to affect them differently, turning their shared moments into overwhelming and addictive experiences. She couldn't figure out how to handle the new direction things were taking or anticipate the consequences of taking the situation to the next level, which overwhelmed her more and more.
"Jean!"
The shout made her jump and look around, her gaze immediately settling on the figure of her desires and torment.
"W-What is it?" she asked breathlessly, placing a hand over her heart.
"I called you several times, and you didn’t respond," they explained, frowning. "Lunch hour is over, and you’re still in your seat. You need to stop."
"You know I can’t; there are…"
“We know each other well enough to realize it’s useless to argue with me,” they interrupted. “If I don’t stop you, you’d keep working until you collapse. You don’t take care of yourself the way you should.”
Jean leaned back against her chair, trying to maintain her composure. It was a familiar conversation by now.
“Time goes by so fast; I barely notice,” she admitted.
“You always do your best, but it’s a well-known fact that too many things happen here to leave the shelves empty at the end of the day. You can’t solve everything at once, so you need to balance your work before the years pass, and you realize you haven’t existed beyond these four walls.”
She gritted her teeth at the reprimand and tried to ignore the glimmer in their eyes, which subtly pleaded for her to dare to create a life beyond work.
“I understand, really,” she nodded, hoping they’d believe her, though it seemed she hadn’t succeeded.
“Come on. Let’s get some fresh air and grab something to eat on the way,” they decided, taking her hand firmly and helping her stand.
Jean protested with an exclamation and stumbled, gripping their chest to steady herself. Once she regained her balance, she noticed where she was touching and tried to pull away, her cheeks flushed.
“I’m sorry!”
A different kind of silence enveloped them as the reader watched him process the situation, something indescribable emerging, making every hair stand on end. The reader held their breath, feeling the adrenaline rise, vaguely sensing that everything was about to change.
"I can't stand it," they announced, frustration and exhaustion radiating from every pore.
"What?"
"This situation, where we both know how we feel about each other, but we keep dancing around the topic without addressing it," they explained, moving closer until they were just inches apart. "I need to know..." they started, but, as she had said, they couldn't take it anymore.
With no patience left, they eliminated the distance between them and kissed her, using the free hand to gently cradle her face. Jean closed her eyes, unable to escape the tension that hardened every muscle, only needing a caress of the thumb against her cheek to erupt in a pleasant and relaxing tingle.
"You have no idea how long I waited for this," they confessed, gently brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face.
"I... I did too," she admitted, a knot in her stomach. "But I didn't know what to do. Work, dedication, and honor are all I know and…"
"Calm down. I know," they reassured with a kind smile. "You will be the heir of the Gunnhildr family, and I will provide the balance you lack. As a Knight of Favonius, I will fulfill my duty as an assistant to lighten your burden, and, if you'll allow me, as your lover, I will help you find happiness beyond this institution."
Jean felt her legs weaken from the immense affection she felt for someone who had been a great friend and was now proposing what she had longed for.
"Of course, of course."
She felt they wrap her in a hug, and after a few seconds, they kissed her again, celebrating having finally connected. They carefully rested her against the edge of the thick desk and pressed their figures together, a sound muffled by the rubbing of their crotches.
"Lie down," they murmured, leaning over her to encourage her to rest on the surface.
"Huh? Why?" she frowned, then looked over her shoulder at the documents and empty coffee cup.
"You'll see," they smiled, stretching to move the items out of the way.
"What will you do?" she insisted, complying, albeit hesitantly.
"Something you'll enjoy and, more importantly, relax you. You'll finally forget about work."
Once in place, they undid her belt and pulled down the fabric of her undergarments.
"‘Wait!" she exclaimed, propping herself up on her elbows. "Here!? What are you thinking?"
"Oh, right. Wait," they raised a hand in apology and went to lock the door.
"I didn't mean that," she gasped, utterly incredulous.
"Do you think I'll waste this moment? We've been patient for too many years. It's a time to celebrate," they said enthusiastically, leaving her with an accordion of fabric around her ankles over her white boots.
Jean blurted out random words as she tried to form a coherent thought, but it was impossible when she watched they lower themself and place his head between her thighs.
"I have about five excuses in case they ask, so don't worry," they winked.
Tenderly, they kissed the surrounding skin and soon made contact with the exposed intimacy. Automatically, she trembled and moaned, making small movements, unsure how to cope with the intense sensations.
"W-We shouldn't do this," she insisted, trying to stem the loss of control.
"Forget everything," they whispered, lips gently brushing against hers.
Jean closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. The mix of excitement and nerves kept her in a constant state of turmoil, each jolt reflecting the internal struggle between desire and logic. Despite this, the battle was lost when they began to pleasure her with real urgency, causing her to arch her back and lift herself off the surface.
"Slow down! I can't," she gasped, her mouth ajar in an attempt to draw in the air that wouldn't reach her lungs.
Obediently, they gave her a brief respite to prevent her from losing consciousness. She was clearly unused to pleasure, always so focused on her responsibilities that she'd never had the chance to enjoy herself. This act was overwhelming for her inexperienced body, which only knew altruism.
"Are you okay?" they asked, lifting their head from her pale thighs and replacing the contact with their fingers.
"Yeah, just... it's crazy."
Nothing in her tone indicated that she disliked what was happening; rather, it reflected the frustration of not having prepared for the day when this would finally happen. She'd blocked out what was happening between them so much that now the fantasies she'd repressed were hitting her like a gale, and she was nothing more than a dandelion at her complete mercy.
"Does it displease you?" they inquired, almost stopping completely.
"No, continue," she hurried, frowning and raising her head to look.
That command made them smile, and from then on, nothing could stop them, quickly bringing her closer to the release building in her belly. Every so often, she remembered where they were, but the longing was too strong for her to care anymore. She held on to what she could and took a deep breath, one hand going to hold their hair as she choked on her own breath.
Jean twisted her neck, pressed her lips together, and, with what strength she had left, stifled the loudest moan she'd ever produced. The climax shook her in places she'd never known could receive pleasure, her muscles trembling with a new experience beyond the exhaustion of physical exertion.
"You look absolutely beautiful, more than I could ever dream of."
The comment brought her back to reality, and she opened her eyes to admire them, even more warmth filling her at the compliment. She received comforting caresses and help to sit up, and once stabilized, she received a much calmer kiss on the lips.
"I should get dressed, just in case," she murmured, then lowered her gaze and acknowledged that she clearly needed to repay them.
"Right." they looked around unsuccessfully for a box of tissues. "Wait here, I'll get some so you can clean yourself up."
"No," she said, immediately grabbing their wrist. "Come home with me, and... then I'll wash it, along with your suit."
The blush on her cheeks turned almost red at the implication, and across from her, the other person froze.
"O-Okay. Sure, yeah," they nodded, immediately creating enough space for her to stand up and settle in.
They tried to stay normal and exchanged short phrases, pretending everything was ordinary, but the knowledge of what awaited them kept them expectant and anxious. As they left the building, they greeted their coworkers and admired the first stars, descending the stairs with their eyes fixed on the ground.
After the hidden truths came to light and the excitement of the moment faded, neither of them really knew how to act. Although the near future promised to be desired, their hearts beat with the need for some kind of relief from all the emotion.
Then, by accident, their knuckles brushed, and both of them flinched. They almost apologized but stopped when they realized how ridiculous it was. Frowning, they looked at each other, perplexed by how they were handling the situation.
"Can I hold your hand?" asked the younger of the two, taking the initiative once again.
Jean looked at the hand and took it, intertwining their fingers, puffing out her chest with the hint of a smile. Today, they were definitely starting a new chapter, and as the heir of the Gunnhildr clan, she couldn’t be left behind waiting for others to do all the work for her. That wasn’t the woman she had been raised to be, nor the one now leading Mondstadt. So, she gave it a firm squeeze and moved forward with her head held high.
Synopsis: An innocent human-animal friendship comes to an end with the intervention of her partner, one of the Eleven Harbingers of the Fatui.
Words: 0.6k
Warnings: None.
Request: Yes.
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
"Don't resist!"
"Let go of the qucusaurio hatchling!"
"Turn yourself in!"
The voices surrounded her, her gaze darting from one face to another, unable to settle on any. Orders flew back and forth, overwhelming her until her eardrums ached. Beside her, the tiny creature whimpered from the stress, flapping its wings in a feeble attempt to intimidate its pursuers—only fueling the belief that it was being kidnapped.
"It’s a mistake!" she announced, raising both hands, though her words fell on deaf ears.
"Catch her!" ordered the leader of the Plumaflora Tribe guards.
She didn’t want to fight or risk the young saurian, and for a moment, she considered surrendering—until someone grabbed her shoulder with such force that a burst of pain made her see stars. She knew there was a pressure point in that spot, but no one had ever struck it before, and her reaction was instinctive: with a single kick, she sent him flying several meters back.
More shouts and chaos erupted, the fight becoming inevitable until a tall, dark figure descended from the nearby mountains. Dressed in exquisitely fine and striking garments, he gave the locals barely enough time to admire the gold and silver clasps before they all collapsed unconscious on the burning land of the Pyro Archon.
Left alone, she held her breath, watching the imposing back of the man as he began to turn to face her.
"Wasn’t your duty to Dottore already fulfilled? Why are you still in Natlan?"
"Yes, I completed the pending missions, but..." She glanced at the small reddish creature. "In the process, I bonded with this qucusaur."
"And?" he pressed, still not fully understanding the situation.
"It won't leave me alone; it's grown attached to me, so I thought I'd take it home," she explained, waving a hand dismissively as if it were no big deal. "You know, I think it's time to have a pet, and Pinkie showed up at just the right moment!"
"Pinkie?..." Capitano repeated skeptically, the little creature letting out a shrill cry.
"That's what I decided to call him!" She grinned widely, placing both hands on her hips. "You saw it, didn't you? He's already responding to his name. Very clever!"
The First of the Fatui lost the ability to speak, simply watching as the bird gently pecked at her, seeking affection. The connection between them seemed genuine, and beyond wanting to please her, he had to be realistic.
"Natlan offers the ideal conditions for saurians to grow and live without difficulty, something that Snezhnaya cannot provide."
The happiness on her face faded immediately, and her shoulders slumped in disappointment. However, the dullness in her gaze revealed that, deep down, she already knew.
"You won’t let me be selfish, will you?" She crossed her arms and twisted her mouth in disgust.
"Do you want him to die?"
Simple and blunt, the question left a thick silence. The girl bit her lower lip, shook her head, and felt Capitano extend a hand to gently touch her chin in a gesture of support and affection.
"If you want a pet, there are many options that can adapt to the cold of home. This qucusaurio deserves a better fate."
She took a deep breath, nodding in resignation, and stepped forward to seek refuge in his arms.
"Take me. I can't bear to stay and hear him call for me."
The man didn't need to hear it twice. In the blink of an eye, he held her firmly, crouched to gather strength, and disappeared.
A small whirlwind caused the bird to flutter with its still underdeveloped body, while the unconscious humans remained as the only evidence that a crime against Natlan's wildlife had almost been committed. However, considering the presence of the Eleven Harbingers of the Fatui, that was undoubtedly the least of their concerns.
Synopsis: How does Changli handle someone just as intelligent as her, but far too energetic to stay still?
Word Count: 0.9k
Warnings: None.
Request: Anonymous.
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
★ Upon meeting you, Changli wouldn’t doubt your physical or mental skills, but she’d definitely question your ability to follow through. So different from her, she’d be skeptical about how effective your straightforward way of doing things could really be.
★ She wouldn’t change her preference for staying in the shadows, but over time, she’d learn to act faster when the situation calls for it.
★ Equal in intelligence, Changli knows you're the only person she can exchange ideas with and craft high-level strategies.
★ Keeping track of you would be tricky, as your boundless energy would have you moving from place to place faster than she could anticipate.
★ You wouldn’t escape her jokes, which would test your patience when she unnecessarily drags out a tactical meeting just to watch you get frustrated.
★ On sleepless nights, when you become obsessed with solving a new problem, Changli would make sure anxiety doesn’t take over, ensuring you get the rest your body and mind need.
Synopsis: Hathor gives birth to her first descendant, and Seth is the last to find out.
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: Incest ‧ Smut + Erotic Asphyxiation.
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
“What’s happening with Hathor?”
The gods turned at the new voice, and some faces showed displeasure at seeing the latest addition to the room. Seth raised an eyebrow at their reactions, while Sekhmet smiled widely, ready to provide answers.
“Apparently, her daughter is causing trouble,” she said with malicious laughter.
“Since when does she have descendants? Who among you was it?” he asked, slightly aggressive due to the confusion.
“None,” Maat sighed, crossing her arms. “She had an affair some time ago and...”
Seth made a sound indicating his opinion on how foolish it was for her to end up pregnant, then watched them with suspicion, wondering if this had been a secret kept just from him.
“What did she do to make Hathor run through the halls in tears?”
“She was born with her mother’s beauty. She enjoys dancing and travels with a troupe to different cities for performances, but her appearance is drawing quite a lot of attention,” Bastet explained.
“Seriously, the problem is that she has too many suitors?” he scoffed.
“It’s more than that; some are deities who are starting to fight and cause chaos,” Maat said, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. “We asked Hathor to impose order and demand that her daughter act according to her divine title, but...”
“Divine? Did her daughter ascend?” he asked, less sympathetically.
“She is the Goddess of Precious Stones and Metals. Everything we use was crafted by her,” Thoth said, pointing to the impressive necklace he wore.
Isis smiled with mockery, but Seth dismissed the situation as a waste of time and left the place, heading to his temple. Upon arrival, contrary to what he had said, he ordered his most loyal servants to find the young woman who captivated everyone. However, the information didn’t arrive until several months later, and by then, any interest had faded.
Still, Hathor didn’t hesitate to confront him when she learned he knew her precious daughter was coming to the city. Nervous and agitated, it only encouraged the man to dismiss her concerns even more.
“Don’t mess with my baby! I’ll deal with the suitors, erase every trace of affection, and nothing will happen!” she growled, frowning.
“Now you choose to act? Battles and conflicts have arisen because of her, and that’s my territory.”
“She’s the victim, don’t blame her! If you do anything...”
“What?” Seth raised an eyebrow, a challenging smile on his face. “Do you think you can stand up to me?”
Hathor turned crimson, her violet eyes' pupils becoming vertical slits, her aura extremely threatening.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy you if you interfere with her. I don’t care if I have to alter the feelings of every living being to have them protect her and turn against you,” she declared, sparks flying from the tips of her fingers. Then she turned and left the hall.
“Since when does she dare to speak to me like that?” he muttered angrily, tapping his nails against the throne he occupied.
Choosing to go regardless of the circumstances, he instructed them to prepare less conspicuous clothing and to cover his red hair well to remain unnoticed. Wrapped in linen, he set out at dusk for the designated area, frowning at the large number of people already occupying the front rows.
“Sir, please come this way,” a young woman with fine jewelry and a broad smile announced.
“Don’t touch me,” he growled as she grasped his arm.
“Please, I have instructions from the lead interpreter to take you to the front row,” she explained, maintaining her charm.
Seth squinted and moved forward, noticing that several mortals dressed like her were organizing the spectators. Both women and men watched him pass by, curious about who he was as they were led to more favorable spots. When he stopped, they led him to a cushioned area just a few meters from the makeshift stage.
As the sun set, torches were lit, and the musicians settled into their places, quietly chatting among themselves. It took some time before the performance began, and after a while, a man finally welcomed the audience and announced the start of the show. The first to perform were a mixed group dancing in pairs or small ensembles before breaking formation to interact with the audience. Seth admired the performance, wondering where they had found so many beautiful and talented people, while the crowd laughed and applauded at the artists’ infectious enthusiasm.
Minutes passed in a different activity for him, the final act arriving as a curtain was lifted to reveal several female silhouettes that captured everyone’s attention. A different rhythm began to play, and the fabric was released by the men holding it on ladders. Nine women showed their backs, with one standing out at the tip of the V formation. Gradually, they turned, and finally, the face of the girl Seth had come to see appeared, his mouth slightly open in awe.
With a confident and seductive smile, and lips as red as rubies, the goddess lifted her eyelids to reveal dark purple irises, with long lashes inherited from her mother. She walked slowly as the other women scattered across the stage. In perfect synchronization, they began their choreography with incredible flair. Crystals and golden beads intertwined and flew through the air as they twirled, the decorations sparkling as brightly as she did, leaving the audience breathless.
Seth’s red eyes followed every movement, admiring the curves that swayed with mischievous grace. Ignored until she decided to get closer to the prime spot, she crouched with a predatory air and crept to the edge of the platform, supporting herself on her hands and knees. The crowd cheered excitedly as she maintained eye contact, rising at one point and slowly swaying her hips. She traced her legs, thighs, waist, and neck in an extremely sensual display before turning and calling one of the men dancing nearby.
Euphoria erupted at the potential of what might happen, with Seth grinding his teeth and watching almost without blinking as she placed both hands on the man’s shoulders and began to caress him. He held her and spun her around, recognizing her intentions, and stroked her exposed abdomen while maintaining a challenging gaze toward the god. At this point, due to the heat from the large torches and the dance, she glistened with a light sheen of sweat and had cheeks flushed like beautiful garnets.
"I’ll wait for you," she said, her voice fading into the music and the noise.
Seth read her lips and watched as she threw a bracelet at his feet. Some people tried to reach for it, but he covered it with his hand, glaring at them so intensely that they backed off.
Once the event ended, he decided to wait for a signal. Suddenly, the bracelet began to heat up, pulling him with an unseen force in a specific direction. He let it guide him through a couple of crowded streets before turning into an alley, where the woman awaited, leaning against a wall and inspecting her nails.
"I learned of your existence only recently, unlike the rest," he remarked with a hint of reproach.
"It’s understandable. From what I’ve been told, your temper is rather volatile and aggressive," she said, shrugging as if it didn’t matter much. "What brings you here?" she asked, tilting her head and closing the distance between them, but soon found herself trapped as sand coiled around her legs.
"As the God of War and the Desert, I’ve come to deal with the trouble you’re causing with your suitors."
She averted her gaze and rolled her eyes silently, prompting Seth to issue a warning sound that forced her to speak.
"Do you have somewhere more private?"
Seth narrowed his eyes, considering the question before grabbing her by the arm and vanishing in a whirlwind.
"This is…" she hesitated, looking around.
"My temple," he finished, shedding the unnecessary linen, letting his red hair fall freely over his shoulders.
"Wow," she murmured, gently touching a strand. "I could make so many things to enhance this color. It’s so beautiful..."
Seth grabbed her wrist high in warning, allowing her to smile and lick his hand without breaking eye contact.
"Careful, or I’ll cut out your tongue."
She snorted, pulling free and turning her back to him, elegantly walking toward the massive stairs leading to the main building. The jewels and gemstone threads hanging from her chimed harmoniously with each step, glowing brighter as she neared the torches.
"It’s huge. I wouldn’t mind spending a few weeks here," she teased, brushing a wall with her fingers.
Seth followed at a measured distance, his eyes tracking her every move, taking in everything she was. Since he first saw her, an unfamiliar, overwhelming need had been growing inside him, frustratingly hard to ignore.
"Did I offer for you to stay?"
"Don’t you want me to? I’m good company," she turned, walking backward. "Why do you think those who know me fight over having me?" she winked.
"Sex."
"If that’s all, why don’t they forget me when I leave? What makes them cling so tightly?" she slowed her pace, drawing closer. "You saw it tonight—the crowd gets excited just watching me... Even you."
Seth clenched his teeth in frustration, and she stuck her tongue out teasingly.
“Do you have your mother’s permission to be mingling with gods?”
“I haven’t needed her approval in centuries,” she laughed. “I told her today I’d try to avoid causing chaos. Who knows, maybe getting close to the God of War is the solution.”
“You’ll be more trouble than pleasure.”
Her laugh rang out at that, before she pretended to ponder deeply.
“Do you have musicians? Maybe a private dance would change your mind.”
“We have matters to settle first,” he replied indifferently, though she knew a little push would make him fall. “What’s your name?”
"I'll tell you depending on what you decide after my dance."
He clenched his jaw, hating the carefree tone in her voice and the mischievous glint in her eyes. The constant smile was unnerving, making it seem like she was the one in control.
"Why do you live like a nomad, performing shows?"
"Mortal or immortal, every being is born with a family they can cherish—or not. My mother is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, and she'll always have a place in my heart. But the rest doesn’t really matter much. I met people who share my interests, people I enjoy spending my days with. They trust me, and I trust them, so I chose them," she explained, a new air surrounding her. "I won't leave that caravan, not when everyone I care about has an expiration date."
"You have feelings unbefitting of a deity."
"What is a god without humanity? If you don’t understand the people you’re meant to protect, represent, and serve, how can you be an empathetic and respectable ruler?" she asked, her eyes filled with pure seriousness. "I know I’ll never rule Egypt, but that doesn’t make me indifferent to those who pray to me."
"By the way you speak, I have no doubt you’re close to Osiris and Isis."
"Well thought out, both had a big hand in raising me," she responded, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one hip.
"Whatever," he mimicked her stance, looking her up and down. "Are you incapable of ordering your lovers to stop fighting over you?"
"Most haven’t even managed to lay a finger on me; they fight purely for the desire to do so. I’ve intervened, but the one who really should be stepping up here is Nephthys and encouraging peace."
"I don't question that. They should’ve turned to her from the start."
"She’s your sister. If she doesn’t act, you could ask her."
"Who do you think I am, a messenger?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Wow," she sighed, tilting her head. "So what now, we sleep together and let the rumor spread to scare the gods?"
"You’re really persistent. Do you want me that badly?" He clicked his tongue, grinning smugly.
The question drew a dry laugh from her as she stepped closer.
"I won’t deny you’re incredibly attractive, but even before you showed up at the performance, I knew I was in the mood for some fun tonight. If you don’t join me, I’ll find someone else to satisfy me."
Seth exhaled and held her gaze, his heart racing as he fought the urge to look away, feeling as if she were pulling him closer to the edge of a cliff.
"I believe you promised to dance and change my mind, didn’t you?"
"Finally, we’re getting to the important part," she said, pleased, taking a step back. "Lead me to your musicians."
Without delay, he took the lead and left her waiting outside as he entered a room. From the corridor, she could hear the hurried greetings of men and women as they scrambled to follow his commands, a few accidental notes sounding in the shuffle. A considerable line of people soon filed out, their eyes widening as they caught sight of her. She smiled, reveling in the way some let their jaws drop in astonishment.Seth exhaled and held her gaze, his heart racing as he fought the urge to look away, feeling as if she were pulling him closer to the edge of a cliff.
"I believe you promised to dance and change my mind, didn’t you?"
"Finally, we’re getting to the important part," she said, pleased, taking a step back. "Lead me to your musicians."
Without delay, he took the lead and left her waiting outside as he entered a room. From the corridor, she could hear the hurried greetings of men and women as they scrambled to follow his commands, a few accidental notes sounding in the shuffle. A considerable line of people soon filed out, their eyes widening as they caught sight of her. She smiled, reveling in the way some let their jaws drop in astonishment.
“What’s keeping you all busy?” Seth asked from the back, his voice causing everyone to snap out of their stupor and hasten their movements.
"If you decide not to have sex with me, I’m glad to know I won’t have to look far for another partner."
He shot her a sidelong glance, gritted his teeth, and then tossed his hair back.
"Let’s go."
They walked calmly, with Seth entering first into a vast room where a massive mattress lay nearly at floor level. Posts with large curtains were arranged to shield the bed from view, while four attendants lit incense and prepared alcohol.
"Release the side curtains."
Another small group hurried to comply, loosening the ties and leaving only one section uncovered.
"Interesting," the goddess remarked, taking a few steps around the room.
The musicians arranged their instruments and took positions concealed by heavy drapes, their role clearly to observe the guest.
"Prepare as you wish," Seth said with an indifferent gesture before heading to the bed and reclining against a large mound of pillows.
Two women approached with golden goblets filled with wine, which both accepted before the temple owner instructed them to leave.
As she drank calmly, she approached the musicians to discuss her preferences. They exchanged opinions and reached an agreement on how to proceed. Satisfied with the outcome, she moved several meters from the bed and took her place directly in front of the open section.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Are you?” he replied, raising an eyebrow as the incense began to fill the room.
Winking, she emptied his glass in one gulp and raised it in the air. At this signal, the musicians began to play as she turned her back to him, keeping her arm extended above her head.
As she swayed her hips slowly, the gold she wore started to melt and reshape. It dripped down her arm, first forming a small head and then an elongated body. The newly formed snake coiled and descended to rest around her neck. With both hands on the sensitive area, she turned slowly and smiled with her eyes closed, letting herself be carried away by the music. She caressed her collarbones and shoulders before extending her arms, while the serpentine creation moved across her chest and encircled her. Suddenly, a piece of fabric fell away, revealing a breast.
As if nothing had happened, she continued her dance, the metal caressing and embracing every part of her body as it descended. Her adorned wrists and fingers skimmed her skin and created perfect movements in the air, captivating the onlookers who held their breath as the serpent approached the garment covering her most intimate area.
Unperturbed, she turned and placed both hands on the back of her legs, carefully lifting a bit of the fabric. The serpent coiled one of its segments around her thigh to keep her hand in place, taking advantage of the opportunity to slither beneath her skirt.
A murmur rose from the left side, and the woman glanced over her shoulder to see Seth’s unblinking gaze, though one of his eyebrows twitched involuntarily at a comment she couldn't quite decipher. With a smile, she arched her back and bent her body backward, her free fingers caressing from her abdomen up to the exposed breast, squeezing it with delight.
The serpent gradually released her, and she turned to show how it emerged from the front, starting to rise and drag the fabric up to the edge of revealing her inner thigh. However, she made sure not to expose too much, guiding it to change direction slightly. She pivoted on one foot, preparing for the imminent drumbeat, and at that moment, she fell to her knees with her hands extended and her hair cascading forward.
She slowly straightened up, and the musicians adjusted their rhythm to match her movements. Seated in a W shape with her legs apart, she locked eyes with Seth and felt the intense heat from his red gaze, which made her smile. She then turned her attention to one of the women who had earlier caught her eye. Attractive and alluring, the woman was a tempting prospect if Seth chose to let her go. In an instant, the protagonist contemplated how to seduce her, but the god’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
Everyone snapped out of their trance and ceased their actions, the musicians hurriedly gathering their instruments and leaving the room. Within minutes, they were alone, and she approached the foot of the bed, tilting her head with curiosity.
“Didn’t you like the performance?”
Seth took a deep breath, finished his wine, and threw the glass off the bed with a loud clink. He adjusted himself and gestured with his index finger, signaling her to come closer. She smiled and took a few steps onto the bed, getting on all fours and crawling towards him until she was on top. The serpent, curious, slithered over the red-haired man’s body as they locked eyes.
“It was disrespectful of you to look at someone else when you should have been trying to convince me.”
“Is that why you cut off the dance? I was just assessing the best option in case you decided to pass on such an incredible opportunity,” she defended herself, moving closer until their faces were only a few centimeters apart. “So, what’s your answer?”
After a moment of silence, he placed his right hand on her head to close the distance. Their lips met and quickly intertwined, his feeling incredibly soft mixed with the aroma of the wine they had drunk.
"When you decided to meet me, had you planned this?" she asked as he pulled away, his hand caressing the small of her back.
"You’re the first descendant of Hathor, and she had hidden you from me jealously. It was just curiosity," she replied. "And you? Why did you give me the bracelet?"
"Isn’t it obvious? You captivated me the moment I saw you. I definitely wanted us to share a bed."
Seth flashed a small sidelong smile and brushed her hair back, the intertwined lines of gems shining in his hand as he gathered it.
“What’s your name?” he asked, even more dazzled by her incredible appearance up close.
She smiled and tilted her head towards one of the curtains, as if deciding whether to reveal the information. Finally, she turned back and kissed the palm resting on her cheek.
“Habibah, which means ‘the one who is loved,’” she confessed, with a look of complicity.
“Your mother really knew what she was doing, because that’s how everyone seems to feel when they meet you.”
“Even the God of War and the Desert?”
“I’m not like the others. Do you think you can make me feel the same way?” he said with a touch of challenge, but sounding more like an invitation to continue what they had started.
Accepting the challenge and everything it implied, she kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his. Seth caressed her warm skin and then pressed down, aligning their bodies so that she could feel his erection. Without hesitation, she began to move her hips, and he let out a pleased sigh, his hands finding their way to her waist.
Habibah ran a hand through his red hair and descended slowly, tracing her way down his chest until she focused on one of his nipples. Seth gritted his teeth, undid the clasp of the upper fabric, and started to caress what was within reach, instructing her to lie down.
Without hesitation, she moved a few pillows and settled against the soft mattress, watching as the serpent coiled around the man’s arm like a perfect and beautiful accessory. He barely noticed the gold, focusing instead on returning her affections. Habibah closed her eyes and took a deep breath as his lips arrived at her breasts. She caressed his shoulders and back, lightly scratching as she felt him burning like the desert under the sun.
The incense began to take effect, lightening their minds and giving way to an intense desire that drove them to hold each other with urgency. Their hips searched for each other frantically, moaning against one another in broken kisses, their legs and arms entwined in a connection with no clear beginning or end.
Habibah slipped a hand between them, urgently seeking his erection, which she attended to with skillful movements until she lifted the fabric that covered his intimacy. Seth created some distance and propped himself on his knees, removing the minimal clothing and setting it aside before focusing on her. Completely naked and adorned only with jewelry, she settled herself as he took her legs and dragged her over his thighs. The movement elicited a small surprised sound from Habibah, and he watched her expectantly while caressing the outer side of her legs.
“Do it,” she encouraged, brushing his stomach with a hand.
Seth tightened his grip, leaving momentary marks before releasing her and taking his erection. With a single movement, he inserted the tip and then thrust in a steady rhythm until he reached the deepest point. Both moaned, and the woman arched her back with a wide smile while pulling the sheets.
“You’re incredibly wet,” he growled, his cheeks flushed with satisfaction.
“You say that as if it’s something strange. Don’t women get excited with you?”
She shivered with excitement and pleasure as a sharp, red gaze emerged among the fiery hair. The intense tickling sensation made her laugh with delight until she nearly screamed as he began to thrust forcefully. Breathless, she tried to steady herself amidst the sounds of raw impact, the heat and pleasure spreading like waves from the center of her body to every corner.
"You shouldn’t be competing with the God of War," he said with a proud expression.
"I don’t mind losing," she replied honestly, though she knew it would only fuel the fire further.
Seth narrowed his eyes but soon regained his composure, placing his hands on the mattress with a feigned calm as she wrapped her legs around his body. She swayed her hips, feeling his member pressing down, and he resumed the movement with great force after a hiss. Habibah pulled him towards her by the nape to kiss him, shivering as his tongue entered and took control. The thrusts were relentless, with a stamina reminiscent of someone who had fought countless battles to defend Egypt.
With tearful eyes, she admired the man moving above her, pushing aside her strands of hair to see him better, noticing the earrings that moved violently in sync with their owner.
"I’ll make you some prettier ones," she said, brushing against the fine, rectangular gold plate.
"How can you think of that in the middle of sex?"
"Maybe you should try harder," she pressed, noticing how the atmosphere shifted in the blink of an eye.
The room fell silent, and Habibah's skin tingled as she realized she had made a mistake.
"Turn around," he commanded as he withdrew from her, not waiting for her to move and grabbing her by the arm to start repositioning her.
Any doubt vanished when she lost her breath again, feeling Seth penetrate her abruptly and hold her by the neck with considerable force. She was left gasping for air and tried to grab his wrist, but the sand made her hands stick to the bed.
"Such behavior with someone who was born long before you is very inappropriate," he growled, his abs tensing as he gradually adjusted the angle to graze the spot that would drive her wild. "Talking less and learning would do you a lot of good."
Involuntarily, Habibah’s eyes rolled back as he found her most sensitive area, her legs wanting to give out but unable to do so due to the force with which he held her.
“Se… th…” she called, her muscles trembling in a way she had never experienced before.
“Hmm?” he asked, loosening his grip.
A bit of awareness returned to her as she tried to ask for a breath amidst the perfect administrations. However, Seth increased his effort, making it impossible for her to speak.
Cursing inwardly, she let her head drop as moisture dripped down her thighs, slightly staining the sheets. Seth held her by the hips for added stability and wrapped sand around her neck, the itching heightening the effects of pleasure and strangulation. Any cries and moans were muffled or cut off, with only a few gasps escaping as he breathed heavily and occasionally growled in deep satisfaction.
Struggling to swallow and relishing the challenge, Habibah briefly focused and set the serpent in motion. The god's hips lost their rhythm, and she glanced over her shoulder to see the golden creature firmly wrapped around the redhead's throat.
“T-Two…” she tried to say, and he deliberately loosened his grip. “Two can play… this game,” she smiled proudly, though she soon rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows.
He breathed heavily, the metal not yielding in the slightest and intensifying his own sensations.
“I knew you’d be a pain if I brought you to the temple,” he growled, his brow furrowed.
Habibah tried to laugh, but a strange sound escaped as she felt the onset of her orgasm.
“But I… I also give you pleasure,” she defended, feeling her lungs burn and forcing the gold to make him suffer the same way she did.
A desperate, frustrated groan escaped from the man, who felt the constriction sending electric waves to his erection. He clenched his jaw and threw his head back, pushing into her with renewed urgency to provoke the impending climax.
Both seemed to have lost control of their consciousness and bodies as they moved, overwhelmed by the need to escape the pleasure consuming them. They were on the brink of fainting, allowing brief moments of calm before their necks were swiftly constricted again.
Habibah's spasms intensified, reaching a climax that opened a new world of pleasure. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, making lascivious sounds as the moisture increased significantly with the release. The pressure of her walls became too much for Seth to bear, and the stimulation pushed him to his limit, culminating inside her. He trembled and groaned loudly, delivering the final thrusts with some difficulty until the stimulation became overwhelming and he stopped.
Both the metal and the sand loosened, and they both breathed heavily, their eyelids drooping as they collapsed onto the mattress, savoring the comfort. Habibah, lying face down, slowly turned to look at the man, who had one arm draped over his forehead as he steadied himself. He looked just as beautiful, if not more so, with an enviable profile and eye and hair color that she would love to highlight with various creations.
“That was good,” the young woman sighed, stretching her arms.
Seth watched her, unknowingly mimicking her movements, silently admiring the beauty that had captivated him at a single glance. They chatted a bit and decided that this would be the only round, though their mouths didn't escape some additional entanglements until they surrendered to sleep.
When the sun was high, the god cracked open his eyes and, groggy, took a few minutes to become aware of his surroundings. Floral scents filled the air, none of which were familiar, so he looked around and noticed Habibah’s absence. Frowning, he sat up, ready to get up and find out if she had left, but then he heard a noise in the room and, cautiously, drew back the curtains.
Facing away from the window, the goddess examined herself in the mirror as she applied a type of oil to her face. Her hair was wet and slicked back, the sunlight streaming in and drying it quickly. She was visibly focused and didn't realize that Seth had awakened until his bare feet made a soft noise on the floor.
“Good morning,” Habibah smiled as she applied perfume.
“I see you found the bathrooms.”
“Yes, after the show and our entanglement, I needed to freshen up.”
“I still have the bracelet you threw at me.”
“It’s yours,” she said, looking at the object. “With it, if you ever get bored and miss me, you can find me wherever I am and relive last night,” she winked playfully.
Seth clicked his tongue and looked at the accessory, feeling his stomach churn. The stones sparkled as much as she did in the sun.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Still, you should be prepared for when my mother sees you wearing something of mine,” she warned, stretching her neck to examine the marks he had left.
“Not much she can do,” he brushed off, placing a hand on his hip. “Are you heading to the caravan?”
“Yes, I need to let them know I’m okay and ready for tonight’s performance.”
“How long will you stay in the city?”
“Until the next full moon.”
They fell silent for a moment, and Seth crossed his arms, looking out the window at the clear sky.
“Stay here.”
“Excuse me?” Habibah raised both eyebrows, admiring his chiseled face.
“During the night, don’t sleep in the caravan. Come here.”
“Every night?” she asked, surprised.
Seth nodded, and she blinked, perplexed, but then gave a quick affirmative gesture.
“I would love to, thank you.”
“I’ll go take a bath. Do as you wish in the temple.”
“Are problems included?” she asked mischievously, and he tilted his head.
“No.”
“But…”
“If so, I’ll punish you.”
“Somehow, that sounds very promising. Maybe you should give me a lesson,” she laughed, playful and seductive.
“I’ve just gotten up,” he said with a yawn, still feeling the remnants of the previous night. “We’ll catch up later.”
“Of course, I’ll make sure to say goodbye before I leave.”
As she watched his back, Habibah dropped any pretense and smiled slyly, knowing that the man was falling for her. He wasn’t different from any other human or deity, but Seth was undoubtedly the one she truly desired, and she would give him everything if he surrendered at her feet.
Sinopsis: Hathor genera su primer descendiente y Seth es el último en enterarse.
Palabras: 5.2k
Advertencias: Incesto / Smut + Asfixia erótica.
ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ‧ masterlist
—¿Qué le sucede a Hathor?
Los presentes voltearon ante la nueva voz, y algunos rostros mostraron desagrado al ver quién era el nuevo integrante de la habitación. Seth alzó una ceja por las reacciones, mientras Sekhmet sonreía ampliamente, dispuesta a dar respuestas.
—Al parecer, su hija está causando problemas —rió con malicia.
—¿Desde cuándo ella tiene descendientes? ¿Quién de ustedes fue? —preguntó, ligeramente agresivo por la confusión.
—Ninguno —suspiró Maat, cruzando los brazos—. Hace tiempo tuvo una aventura y...
Seth hizo un sonido que manifestaba su opinión sobre lo idiota que era por caer en embarazo, y luego los observó con desconfianza, preguntándose si esto había sido un secreto que habían guardado solo para él.
—¿Qué hizo para que Hathor corriera por los pasillos entre sollozos?
—Nació con la belleza propia de su madre. Le gusta bailar y viaja con un grupo a distintas ciudades para dar espectáculos, pero su rostro está llamando bastante la atención —explicó Bastet.
—¿En serio, el problema es que tiene muchos pretendientes? —burló con un bufido.
—Va más allá de eso; algunos son divinidades que están comenzando a pelear y a generar caos —dijo Maat, marcando la importancia del asunto—. Pedimos que Hathor pusiera orden y exigiera que su hija actuara acorde a su título de diosa, pero...
—¿Diosa? ¿Su hija ascendió? —preguntó con menos simpatía.
—Es la Diosa de las Piedras Preciosas y Metales. Todo lo que usamos fue confeccionado por ella —dijo Thoth, señalando el impresionante collar que lo adornaba.
Isis sonrió con burla, pero Seth desechó la situación como una pérdida de tiempo y abandonó el lugar, dirigiéndose a su templo. Al llegar, contrariamente a lo que había dicho, ordenó a sus sirvientes más leales que buscaran a la joven que cautivaba a todos. Sin embargo, la información llegó varios meses después y, para entonces, cualquier interés había desaparecido.
Aún así, Hathor no dudó en enfrentarlo cuando se enteró de que él sabía que su preciada hija vendría a la ciudad. Nerviosa y alterada, no ayudó en absoluto que el hombre evitara minimizarla.
—¡No te metas con mi bebé! ¡Me encargaré de los pretendientes, eliminaré cada rastro de afecto y nada sucederá! —gruñó, frunciendo el ceño.
—¿Ahora decides actuar? Batallas y conflictos se han originado por su culpa, y ese es mi territorio.
—¡Ella es la víctima, no la responsabilices! Si le haces algo…
—¿Qué? —Seth enarcó una ceja, sonriendo desafiante—. ¿Crees que puedes enfrentarte a mí?
Hathor se puso bordó y la pupila de sus violáceos ojos se volvieron verticales, el aura que la rodeaba siendo sumamente amenazante.
—Haré lo que sea necesario para acabar contigo si te metes con ella, no me importa si debo cambiar los sentimientos de cada ser viviente para que la protejan y vayan contra ti —aseguró, mientras chispas surgían de la punta de sus dedos. Luego dio la vuelta y salió del salón.
—¿Desde cuándo se atreve a hablarme así? —murmuró molesto, golpeando con las uñas el trono que ocupaba.
Eligiendo ir sin importar las circunstancias, indicó que prepararan ropa menos llamativa y que cubriera bien su cabello rojo para pasar desapercibido. Se envolvió en lino y partió al anochecer hacia la zona indicada, donde frunció el ceño al ver la gran cantidad de gente que ya ocupaba los lugares delanteros.
—Señor, venga por aquí —avisó una joven con fina joyería y amplia sonrisa.
—No me toques —gruñó al sentir que lo sostenía del brazo.
—Por favor, tengo instrucciones de la intérprete principal para llevarlo a la primera fila —explicó sin perder la gracia.
Seth entrecerró los ojos y avanzó, notando que varios mortales vestidos como ella organizaban a los espectadores. Mujeres y hombres lo observaron pasar, preguntándose quién era para evitar quedarse atrás. Al detenerse, lo colocaron en un área con almohadones a pocos metros del escenario desmontable.
Con la puesta del sol, las antorchas fueron encendidas y los músicos se acomodaron en sus bancos, comentando en voz baja entre sí. Pasó un tiempo antes de que el espectáculo comenzara y, al cabo de un rato, un hombre finalmente dio la bienvenida y anunció el inicio de la interpretación. Los primeros en salir fueron un grupo mixto que danzaba en parejas o pequeños conjuntos, antes de romper formación para interactuar con los presentes. Seth admiró la presentación, preguntándose dónde habían encontrado a tanta gente hermosa y talentosa, mientras el público reía y aplaudía al contagioso buen ánimo de los artistas.
Los minutos fluyeron en una actividad diferente para él, el acto final arribando y levantándose una tela que reveló varias siluetas femeninas que acapararon toda la atención. Un ritmo diferente empezó a sonar, y el paño fue soltado por los hombres que se sostenían en escaleras. Nueve mujeres mostraron sus espaldas, con una destacándose en la punta de la formación en V. Poco a poco giraron, y finalmente apareció el rostro de la chica que Seth había venido a conocer, su boca quedando entreabierta en asombro.
Con una sonrisa confiada y seductora, y labios rojos como rubíes, la diosa levantó los párpados y reveló irises de un púrpura oscuro, con largas pestañas heredadas de su madre. Caminó lentamente mientras las demás mujeres se dispersaban por el escenario. En sincronía, comenzaron su coreografía con una actitud increíble. Cristales y cuentas doradas se entrelazaban y volaban al girar, las decoraciones brillando tanto como ella, mientras quitaba el aliento de todos los presentes.
Los rojos ojos de Seth siguieron cada movimiento, admirando las curvas que se ondulaban con picardía y lo ignoraron hasta que decidió aproximarse a la zona privilegiada. Se agachó con aire depredador y avanzó al borde del tablón apoyándose en manos y rodillas. La gente gritaba emocionada mientras ella mantenía el contacto visual, en un punto levantándose y meneando despacio las caderas. Recorrió sus piernas, muslos, cintura y cuello en un espectáculo sumamente sensual, antes de dar media vuelta y llamar a uno de los hombres que danzaban cerca.
La euforia se desató ante lo que podría suceder, con Seth apretando los dientes y observando casi sin pestañear mientras ella colocaba ambas manos en los hombros del masculino y comenzaba a rozarlo. Él la sostuvo y la hizo girar, reconociendo sus intenciones, y acarició el expuesto vientre, manteniendo una mirada desafiante hacia el dios. En ese punto, gracias al calor de las grandes antorchas y el baile, ella brillaba en leve sudor y poseía las mejillas sonrosadas como bellos granates.
—Te esperaré —indicó, la voz perdiéndose entre la música y el bullicio.
Seth entendió lo dicho por el movimiento de labios y observó cómo tiraba una pulsera a sus pies. Algunos intentaron estirarse para recogerla, pero él la cubrió con una mano y los miró con tal severidad que retrocedieron.
Una vez que el evento terminó decidió esperar alguna señal, de golpe el accesorio comenzando a calentarse y enseñar cierta fuerza que lo impulsaba a seguir una dirección. Se dejó guiar a través de un par de calles concurridas hasta doblar en un callejón, donde la mujer lo esperaba apoyada contra una pared, mirándose las uñas.
—Supe de tu existencia hace poco, a diferencia del resto —explicó con cierta recriminación.
—Es entendible. Según me dijeron, tu ánimo es bastante volátil y agresivo —dijo, encogiendo los hombros como si no le importara demasiado—. ¿A qué se debe tu visita? —inclinó la cabeza, acortando la distancia, pero pronto se vio incapacitada al arena envolver sus piernas.
—Como Dios de la Guerra y el Desierto, he venido a encargarme de los problemas que generas con tus conquistas.
Ella desvió la mirada y rodó los ojos en silencio, lo que llevó a Seth a emitir un sonido de advertencia que la instó a hablar.
—¿Tienes algún lugar más privado?
Seth consideró la pregunta entrecerrando los ojos, antes de tomarla del brazo y desaparecer en un torbellino.
—Esto es… —dudó al ver lo que la rodeaba.
—Mi templo —terminó la frase mientras se despojaba del lino innecesario, el colorado cabello quedando libre y adornándole los hombros.
—Wow —exclamó tocando suavemente un mechón—. Podría crear tantas cosas para realzar este color, es tan bello…
Seth la tomó alto por la muñeca en señal de advertencia, permitiendo que ella sonriera y le lamiera la mano sin desviar la mirada.
—Cuidado o te cortaré la lengua.
Bufando, se liberó del agarre y le dio la espalda, avanzando con elegancia hacia las enormes escaleras que llevaban a la edificación principal. Las joyas y hilos de gemas que colgaban de ella resonaban armónicamente en cada paso, brillando intensamente al acercarse a las antorchas.
—Es enorme, no me importaría pasar algunas semanas aquí —rió traviesa rozando una de las paredes.
Seth la seguía a una distancia prudente, sus pupilas distinguiendo cada movimiento y admirando todo lo que era. Desde que la vio por primera vez, una necesidad de origen desconocido crecía sin frenos en él, y ciertamente resultaba frustrante.
—¿Acaso ofrecí que te quedaras?
—¿No quieres? Soy buena compañía —volteó, retrocediendo de espaldas—. ¿Por qué crees que quienes me conocen pelean por tenerme? —guiñó un ojo.
—Sexo.
—Si fuera solo eso, ¿por qué no se olvidan de mí cuando me voy? ¿Qué los hace apegarse tanto? —aminoró la velocidad para quedar cerca—. Hoy mismo lo has visto, el público se excita al verme… Incluso tú.
Seth apretó los dientes en descontento, y ella sacó la lengua en burla.
—¿Tienes el permiso de tu madre para relacionarte con dioses?
—Hace siglos que no necesito su aprobación —rió—. Hoy le dije que intentaría evitar causar caos. Quién sabe, tal vez acercarme al Dios de la Guerra sea la solución.
—Serás más un dolor que placer.
La frase hizo que ella carcajeara antes de fingir una profunda reflexión.
—¿Tienes músicos? Tal vez un baile privado te cambie de opinión.
—Primero debemos resolver ciertas cuestiones —dijo indiferente, pero ella sabía bien que con un empujón caería—. ¿Cuál es tu nombre?
—Te lo diré dependiendo de lo que decidas luego de mi danza.
Él apretó la mandíbula, detestando la ligereza con la que hablaba y el brillo malicioso en sus ojos. La sonrisa permanente le ponía los nervios de punta, haciéndola lucir como si estuviera en control de la situación.
—¿Por qué vives como nómada haciendo espectáculos?
—Mortales o inmortales, cada ser nace con una familia a la que puede apreciar, o no. Mi madre es una de las mejores cosas que me han sucedido y siempre estará en mi corazón, pero el resto realmente no importa mucho. Conocí a personas con intereses compartidos, con quienes disfruto pasar los días. Confían en mí y yo confío en ellos, así que los escogí —explicó, un nuevo aire rodeándola—. No abandonaré esa caravana, no cuando todos los que aprecio tienen fecha de caducidad.
—Tienes sentimientos poco propios de una divinidad.
—¿Qué es un dios sin humanidad? Si no entiendes a la gente que debes proteger, representar y servir, ¿cómo puedes ser un soberano empático y respetable? —preguntó con pura seriedad en los ojos—. Sé que nunca reinaré Egipto, pero eso no me hace indiferente a quienes me rezan.
—Por cómo hablas, no me quedan dudas de que eres cercana a Osiris e Isis.
—Bien pensado, ambos participaron mucho en mi crianza —respondió, cruzando los brazos y poniendo peso en una cadera.
—Como sea —imitó su postura, observándola de arriba a abajo—. ¿Eres incapaz de ordenar a tus amantes que dejen de pelear por ti?
—La mayoría ni siquiera ha podido tocarme un pelo; solo luchan por el mero deseo de hacerlo. He intervenido, pero quien realmente debería ponerse a trabajar aquí es Nephthys y fomentar la paz.
—No cuestiono eso. Deberían haber recurrido a ella desde el principio.
—Es tu hermana. Si no actúa, podrías pedírselo.
—¿Quién crees que soy, un mensajero? —enarcó una ceja.
—Vaya —suspiró, inclinando la cabeza—. ¿Entonces qué, nos acostamos y dejamos que el rumor corra para asustar a los dioses?
—Realmente eres insistente. ¿Tanto me deseas? —chasqueó la lengua, sonriendo socarrón.
La pregunta arrancó un ruido seco de la chica, quien se acercó.
—No voy a negar que eres sumamente atractivo, pero desde antes de que asistieras al espectáculo sabía que esta noche tenías ganas de pasarla bien. Si no me acompañas, iré a buscar a alguien más que me complazca.
Seth inspiró y le sostuvo la mirada, su corazón acelerándose y debiendo contenerse de desviar la vista por como parecía acercarlo al abismo.
—Creo que ofreciste bailar para cambiar mi opinión, ¿o no?
—Al fin pasamos a lo importante —dijo complacida, retrocediendo un poco—. Guíame hacia tus músicos.
Inmediatamente tomó la delantera y le hizo esperar mientras ingresaba a una habitación. Desde el exterior, ella escuchó cómo hombres y mujeres lo saludaban apresurados, acatando sus órdenes y generando algunas notas accidentales mientras se movían. Una considerable fila de personas salió y la miró, ella sonriendo y disfrutando al ver cómo varios dejaban caer la mandíbula en sorpresa.
—¿Con qué se distraen? —preguntó Seth desde el fondo, su voz haciendo que todos abandonaran la estupefacción y aceleraran el paso.
—Si decides no tener sexo conmigo, me alegra saber que no tendré que buscar lejos.
Él le lanzó una mirada de reojo, apretó los dientes y luego sacudió el cabello hacia atrás.
—Vamos.
Caminaron con calma, y Seth entró primero en una enorme habitación donde un inmenso colchón reposaba casi a nivel del suelo. Postes con enormes cortinas estaban dispuestos para cubrir la cama del exterior, mientras cuatro sirvientas encendían incienso y preparaban alcohol.
—Suelten las telas laterales.
Otro pequeño grupo se apresuró a cumplir, liberando los nudos y dejando solo un sector descubierto.
—Interesante —comentó la diosa, dando algunos pasos por el ambiente.
Los músicos llevaron sus instrumentos y se acomodaron en lugares donde los gruesos paños los cubrieran, dejando claro la intención de solo observar a la invitada.
—Prepárate como desees —dijo Seth, haciendo un gesto indiferente antes de dirigirse a la cama y recostarse contra una gran montaña de almohadas.
Dos mujeres se acercaron con copas doradas llenas de vino, que ambos aceptaron antes de que el dueño del templo ordenara que se retiraran.
Mientras bebía con calma, la femenina se acercó a los músicos para discutir que deseaba. Ellos siguieron cada indicación e intercambiaron opiniones hasta llegar a un acuerdo. Satisfecha con el resultado, se colocó a varios metros del lecho, justo frente a la sección abierta.
—¿Listo? —preguntó.
—¿Tú lo estás? —respondió ella, enarcando una ceja mientras el incienso comenzaba a llenar el ambiente.
Guiñando un ojo, vació su copa de un solo trago y la levantó en el aire. Al recibir la señal, los artistas comenzaron a tocar mientras ella le daba la espalda, manteniendo el brazo extendido sobre su cabeza.
Meciendo despacio las caderas, el oro que sostenía empezó a derretirse y cambiar de forma. Chorreó por su brazo, formando primero una pequeña cabeza y luego un alargado cuerpo, la serpiente recién nacida enrollándose y descendiendo hasta posarse en su cuello. Con ambas manos sobre esta sensible zona, giró lentamente y sonrió con los ojos cerrados, dejándose llevar por el sonido. Acarició las clavículas y los hombros antes de extender los brazos, mientras el ficticio animal se movía por su pecho y la rodeaba. De repente, un trozo de lino cayó, revelando un seno.
Como si nada hubiera sucedido, continuó con su danza, el metal acariciando y abrazando cada parte de su cuerpo en el descenso. Sus decoradas muñecas y dedos rozaban la piel y creaban movimientos perfectos en el aire, fascinando a los presentes, quienes contuvieron el aliento cuando la serpiente llegó a la prenda que cubría su mayor intimidad.
Sin importarle nada, ella giró y colocó ambas manos en la zona posterior de sus piernas, levantando cuidadosamente un poco del paño. El reptil ató una de sus palmas al muslo para evitar que la retirara, aprovechando la oportunidad para deslizarse bajo la falda.
Un murmullo se escuchó desde el lado izquierdo y la femenina volvió la vista sobre el hombro para observar cómo Seth no despegaba la mirada, aunque una de sus cejas se contrajo involuntariamente al comentario que ella no llegó a descifrar. Con una sonrisa, lanzó la cabeza hacia atrás y s dobló el cuerpo hasta el punto de casi poder verlo, sus dedos libres acariciando desde el vientre hasta el seno expuesto, apretándolo con deleite.
La cola del animal la liberó de a poco y ella giró para mostrar como ésta emergía por el frente y empezaba a subir, así arrastrando la tela hasta el borde de revelar su entrepierna. De todos modos, no daría tal panorama e hizo que ligeramente cambiara de dirección y fuera de una forma donde no enseñara de más. Rotó sobre un pie, preparándose para el inminente golpe de tambor, y en ese instante cayó de rodillas con las manos extendidas y todo el cabello desparramado hacia adelante.
Lentamente fue irguiéndose y los músicos apreciaron los movimientos para acomodar el ritmo, al sentarse separando las piernas y acomodándose entre ellas. Conectó miradas y sintió cómo el rojo de los iris contrarios ardía, lo que le provocó una sonrisa antes de volver el rostro para observar a una de las mujeres que previamente había llamado su atención. Era bonita y toda una tentación si Seth decidía dejarla ir, y en menos de un segundo pensó en qué decirle para seducirla, hasta que la voz del dios resonó.
Todos salieron del trance y detuvieron sus acciones, los músicos apresurándose a recoger los instrumentos y abandonar la habitación. En unos minutos, quedaron a solas, y la mujer se acercó al pie de la cama, inclinando la cabeza con curiosidad.
—¿No te gustó la presentación?
Seth respiró hondo y bebió hasta la última gota de vino, descartando la copa fuera de la cama con un fuerte sonido. Se acomodó mejor y movió el dedo índice en un gesto que indicaba que se acercara. Ella sonrió y dio unos pasos en la cama antes de ponerse en cuatro, gateando hacia él hasta quedar encima. La serpiente, erguida con curiosidad, avanzó sobre el cuerpo del pelirrojo mientras ellos se observaban.
—Fue irrespetuoso que observaras a otra persona cuando debías convencerme a mí.
—¿Por eso cortaste el baile? Solo analizaba la mejor opción si decidías pasar de tal increíble oportunidad —justificó antes de acercarse más, dejando sus rostros a pocos centímetros—. ¿Cuál es tu respuesta?
Manteniendo silencio unos momentos, colocó la mano derecha en su cabeza para cerrar la distancia. Sus labios se encontraron y se enredaron rápidamente, los del masculino sintiéndose increíblemente suaves mezclados con el aroma del vino que habían bebido.
—Cuando decidiste conocerme, ¿habías planeado esto? —preguntó al separarse, él acariciándole la parte baja de la espalda.
—Eres la primera descendiente de Hathor y ella te había ocultado celosamente de mí. Solo fue curiosidad —respondió—. ¿Y tú? ¿Por qué me diste la pulsera?
—¿No es obvio? Me atrajiste desde el momento en que te vi. Definitivamente quería que compartiéramos la cama.
Seth esbozó una pequeña sonrisa de costado y le pasó el cabello hacia atrás, las líneas de gemas entrelazadas brillando en su mano mientras lo recogía.
—¿Cuál es tu nombre? —preguntó, deslumbrado aún más por su increíble aspecto desde cerca.
Ella sonrió e inclinó la cabeza hacia una de las cortinas, como si estuviera decidiendo si debía revelar la información. Finalmente, se volvió y besó la palma que reposaba en su mejilla.
—Habibah, que significa “aquella que es amada” —confesó, con una mirada que denotaba complicidad.
—Tu madre realmente sabía lo que hacía, porque es lo que todos parecen sentir al conocerte.
—¿Incluso el Dios de la Guerra y el Desierto?
—No soy como los demás. ¿Crees que podrás hacer lo mismo conmigo? —dijo con un toque de desafío, pero sonando más como una invitación a continuar lo que habían comenzado.
Aceptando el reto y todo lo que implicada, lo besó introduciendo la lengua y Seth tensó el agarre para enseguida tomarla de la cintura. Acarició la caliente piel y luego empujó hacia abajo, de esa forma ambas entrepiernas encontrándose y ella logrando sentir la erección. Con ninguna duda empezó a mover las caderas y el masculino soltó un pequeño suspiro complacido, sus dedos aventurándose a sostenerla del trasero.
Habibah pasó una mano entre los mechones rojos y descendió lentamente, recorriendo el pecho hasta centrarse en uno de los pezones. Seth apretó los dientes, deshizo el prendedor de la tela superior, y comenzó a acariciar lo que estaba a su alcance, ordenando que ella se acostara.
Sin cuestionar, movió algunas almohadas y se recostó contra el mullido colchón, observando cómo la serpiente se enrollaba en el brazo del hombre como un perfecto y hermoso accesorio. Él apenas tomó conciencia del oro y se enfocó en devolver las atenciones, Habibah cerrando e inspirando profundo cuando arribó a sus senos con los labios. Le acarició hombros y espalda, apenas arañando mientras lo sentía arder como el desierto bajo el sol y se concentraba en consumir cada cosa que tocaba.
El incienso comenzaba a hacer efecto, aligerando sus mentes y abriendo paso a un deseo intenso que los impulsaba a sostenerse con urgencia. Ambas caderas se buscaban frenéticamente hasta que jadeaban contra el otro en besos entrecortados, con piernas y brazos entrelazados en una conexión sin principio ni fin. Ambas caderas se buscaban frenéticamente hasta el punto de que jadeaban contra el otro en besos rotos, piernas y brazos entrelazándose en una conexión sin inicio o fin.
Habibah filtró una mano entre ambos y buscó con gran necesidad la erección, a la cual atendió con hábiles movimientos hasta que levantó la tela que tapaba su intimidad. Seth puso distancia y se apoyó en las rodillas deshaciendo la escasa vestidura y dejándola a un lado antes de encargarse de ella. Completamente desnudos y adornados solo con joyas, la femenina se acomodó mientras él la tomaba de las piernas y la arrastraba sobre sus muslos. El movimiento arrancó una pequeño sonido sorprendido de Habibah y él le miró expectante en el proceso de acariciarle la cara exterior de las piernas.
—Hazlo —animó ella, rozándole el estómago con una mano.
Seth apretó el agarre, dejando marcas momentáneas antes de soltarla y tomar su erección. Con un solo movimiento, introdujo la cabeza y luego empujó a buen ritmo hasta el fondo. Ambos gimieron, y la femenina inclinó la cabeza hacia atrás con una gran sonrisa, su espalda despegándose del colchón mientras tiraba de las sábanas.
—Sí que estás húmeda —gruñó, con los pómulos enrojecidos por la satisfacción.
—L-Lo dices como si fuera algo extraño. ¿Acaso las mujeres no se excitan contigo?
Ella tembló de emoción y placer cuando una mirada roja y afilada emergió entre los cabellos ardientes. La sensación de intenso cosquilleo la hizo reír divertida, hasta que casi gritó cuando él comenzó a embestir con fuerza. Quedó sin aliento y trató de recomponerse entre sonidos de puro impacto, el calor y el placer expandiéndose como olas desde el centro a cada rincón de su cuerpo.
—No deberías competir con el Dios de la Guerra —dijo, mostrando una expresión orgullosa.
—No me importa perder —respondió sinceramente, aunque sabía que eso solo avivaría más la llama.
Seth entrecerró los ojos y pronto recuperó la compostura, con falsa calma colocando ambas manos en el colchón mientras ella rodeaba sus caderas con las piernas. Ondeó las caderas sintiendo el falo pesar y el masculino reanudó el movimiento con gran potencia después de un siseo. Habibah lo atrajo hacia ella desde la nuca para besarlo, temblando al sentir cómo la lengua ingresaba y tomaba el control. Las embestidas eran constantes, con una resistencia propia de una persona que batalló incontables veces para defender Egipto.
Con ojos llorosos, admiró al hombre que se movía sobre ella y le apartó los mechones con ganas de verlo mejor, en ese instante notando los aros que se movían violentos al compás de su dueño.
—Te haré unos más lindos —dijo, rozando la fina y rectangular placa de oro.
—¿Cómo puedes pensar en eso en medio del sexo?
—Tal vez deberías esforzarte —presionó, notando cómo el ambiente cambiaba en un parpadeo.
La habitación cayó en silencio, y la piel de Habibah se erizó al darse cuenta de que había cometido un error.
—Date la vuelta —ordenó mientras salía de ella, aunque no esperó a que se moviera y la agarró del brazo empezando a acomodarla.
Cualquier duda desapareció cuando perdió nuevamente la capacidad de respirar, al sentir a Seth penetrándola de golpe y sosteniéndola del cuello con una fuerza considerable. Quedó como pez fuera del agua e intentó agarrarle la muñeca, pero la arena hizo que dejara las manos pegadas a la cama.
—Tal actitud con alguien que ha nacido mucho antes que tú es muy inadecuado —gruñó, con sus abdominales tensos y cambiando gradualmente el ángulo para rozar el punto que la volvería loca—. Hablar menos y aprender te haría mucho bien.
Involuntariamente, los ojos de Habibah se pusieron en blanco cuando él encontró el área más sensible, las piernas queriendo ceder pero sin poder hacerlo gracias a la fuerza con la que la sostenía.
—Se… th… —llamó, al tiempo que sus músculos se sacudían de una forma que nunca antes había experimentado.
—¿Hm? —preguntó, dejando de cortar la circulación de sangre.
Un poco de conciencia regresó a la femenina e intentó pedir un respiro por como estaba reaccionando a las perfectas administraciones. Sin embargo, Seth intensificó su empeño, impidiendo que pudiera hablar.
Maldiciendo internamente, dejó caer la cabeza mientras humedad escurría por los muslos, manchando ligeramente las sábanas. Seth la sostuvo de las caderas para mayor estabilidad, y le enrolló arena en el cuello, la picazón intensificando el efecto del placer y la estrangulación. Cualquier grito y gemido quedó ahogado o salió cortado, algunos jadeos logrando abandonarla mientras él respiraba pesado y ocasionalmente gruñía en profunda satisfacción.
Luchando por tragar y adorando el desafío, Habibah se concentró brevemente y puso en movimiento a la serpiente. Las caderas del dios perdieron ritmo, y ella miró sobre su hombro cómo la dorada criatura se mantenía firme alrededor de la garganta del pelirrojo.
—D-Dos… —trató de decir, y a propósito él aflojó las grava—. Dos pueden jugar… este juego —sonrió orgullosa, aunque pronto rodó los ojos y se apoyó en ambos codos.
Él respiró con dificultad, el metal sin ceder ni un poco y aumentando sus propias sensaciones.
—Sabía que serías un dolor si t-te traía al templo —gruñó con el ceño fruncido.
Habibah intentó reír, pero un sonido extraño escapó mientras veía cómo el orgasmo comenzaba a formarse.
—Pero tam… también te doy... placer —defendió, sintiendo los pulmones arder y forzando el oro para que sufriera lo mismo que ella.
Una queja desesperada y frustrada emergió del hombre, quien notó cómo la constricción enviaba ondas eléctricas a su erección. Apretó la mandíbula y echó la cabeza hacia atrás, con nueva urgencia arremetiendo contra ella para provocar el éxtasis que empezaba a asomar como una explosión.
Ambos parecían haber perdido el control de sus conciencias y cuerpos mientras se movían, abrumados por la necesidad de liberarse del placer que los consumía. Estaban al borde del desmayo, permitiendo breves momentos de calma en los cuellos antes de regresar rápidamente a la privación.
Los espasmos de Habibah se intensificaron, alcanzando un clímax que abrió un nuevo mundo de goce. Las piernas temblaban incontrolables, emitiendo sonidos lascivos mientras la humedad aumentaba considerablemente con la liberación. El exceso era tal que Seth no pudo soportar la presión de esas paredes, y el estímulo lo llevó al límite, culminando dentro de ella. Tembló y gimió en voz alta, dando las últimas estocadas con cierta dificultad hasta que la estimulación se volvió abrumadora y se detuvo.
Tanto el metal como la arena se aflojaron y los dos respiraron acelerado y pesado, con parpados bajos dejándose caer en el colchón y apreciando la comodidad. Habibah, boca abajo, giró lentamente para mirar al hombre, que tenía un brazo cruzado sobre la frente mientras se estabilizaba. Él lucía igual o incluso más hermoso que antes, con un perfil envidiable y un color de ojos y cabello que amaría destacar con varias creaciones.
—Eso estuvo bien —suspiró la joven mientras levantaba los brazos y se estiraba.
Seth le observó y sin saberlo hizo lo mismo que ella, en silencio admirando la belleza que con un solo vistazo logró capturarlo. Conversaron un poco y decidieron que esa sería la única ronda, aunque sus bocas no se salvaron de enredarse con algunos roces extras hasta que se rindieron al sueño.
Cuando el sol estaba en lo alto, el dios entreabrió los ojos y somnoliento tardó unos minutos en tomar conciencia de su entorno. Las esencias florales llenaban el aire, y ninguna era familiar, así que miró a su alrededor notando la ausencia de Habibah. Frunció el ceño y se sentó, dispuesto a levantarse para averiguar si ella se había ido, pero entonces escuchó un ruido en la habitación y, con cautela, corrió las cortinas.
De espaldas a la ventana, la diosa se miraba en el espejo mientras aplicaba un tipo de aceite a su rostro. El cabello lo tenía mojado y tirado hacia atrás, el sol que entraba y la iluminaba dándole de lleno para exitosamente eliminar la humedad con rapidez. Se hallaba visiblemente concentrada y no tomó conciencia de que Seth despertó hasta que sus descalzos pies hicieron leve ruido en el suelo.
—Buenos días —sonrió Habibah mientras se aplicaba perfume.
—Veo que encontraste los baños.
—Sí, después del espectáculo y nuestro enredo, necesitaba asearme.
—Aún tengo la pulsera que me lanzaste.
—Es tuya —dijo, mirando el objeto—. Con ella, si algún día estás aburrido y me extrañas, podrás encontrarme donde sea que esté y repetir lo de anoche —guiñó un ojo con aire pícaro.
Seth chasqueó la lengua y observó el accesorio, sintiendo cómo se le retorcía el estómago. Las piedras brillaban tanto como ella al sol.
—Lo tendré en cuenta.
—Aún así, deberás estar preparado para cuando mi madre te vea usando algo mío —advirtió, estirando el cuello para observar las marcas que él había dejado.
—No podrá hacer mucho —restó importancia, colocando una mano en su cadera—. ¿Te irás a la caravana?
—Sí, debo avisar que estoy bien y lista para la presentación de esta noche.
—¿Cuánto tiempo permanecerán en la ciudad?
—Hasta la próxima luna llena.
Guardaron silencio por un momento, y Seth cruzó los brazos, mirando hacia la ventana y el claro cielo.
—Quédate.
—¿Cómo? —Habibah alzó ambas cejas, admirando su cincelado rostro.
—Durante la noche, no duermas en la caravana. Ven aquí.
—¿Todos los días? —preguntó, sorprendida.
Seth asintió, y ella pestañeó consternada antes de asentir rápidamente.
—Me encantaría, gracias.
—Iré a bañarme. Haz lo que desees en el templo.
—¿Los problemas están incluidos? —inquirió con malicia, y él inclinó la cabeza.
—No.
—Pero…
—En caso contrario, te castigaré.
—De alguna forma, eso suena muy prometedor. Tal vez deberías darme una lección —rió, divertida y seductora.
—Recién me levanto —dijo entre un bostezo, con el rezago de la noche anterior aún presente—. Nos vemos después.
—Por supuesto, te despediré antes de irme.
Mientras veía su espalda, Habibah abandonó cualquier fachada y sonrió con astucia, sabiendo que el hombre estaba cayendo por ella. No era diferente a cualquier otro humano o divinidad, pero sin duda Seth era el que realmente deseaba y al que le daría todo si se rendía a sus pies.
