Page 57 of The Goddess is Fierce
“Don’t look so shocked. You’re just as much a part of this as the people my age. You, too, Baldur. I’m pretty sure Oscar and Ren want to play with you, too, but Church, West, and Drake are very straight. When we’reallplaying together, that means you, too, even if it means we have to use your cabin.”
Azren chuckled.
“You want three gods playing with mortals in a wooden cabin? Especially when two of those mortals have been quite clear they’d like to be thrown around by a god of Baldur’s size? The cabin wouldn’t be left standing.”
“Promise?” Ren whined.
“I don’t want to fuck either of you. I only want George,” Church said. “That said, I think it would be sexy towatchthe two of you pleasure her. You’re part of our group and should be a part of this. No one gets excluded.”
“Stop being a dickhead,” Drake said. “The Netherworld is on the same lunar cycle, so all the reapers are fucking under the full moon, too. You aren’t alone anymore. You’ve got George and you’ve got us. Some of us don’t want to fuck you, but others do. Take us to the Netherworld. You’re supposed to be smarter than all of us.”
Drake was grinning, and that was just Drake. I knew he was actually happy for Azren and trying to give them a solution.
“You’re actually right, even if you were rude as always,” Azren said, flicking Drake’s forehead with his finger. “The gardens around my house are pretty vast, so ifeveryonewould like to come to the Netherworld, you could have some privacy. My gardens are pretty romantic, too.”
“They really are,” I said. “You’d love them.”
Matilda and Michael both wanted to see the Netherworld. They probably would have jumped at the chance even if Azren wasn’t offering their private gardens for a moon orgy. I think everyone wanted to go. It wasn’t often any god let you see their realm. Everyone knew what an honor this was.
And I was finally gettingallof my men at a moon orgy. Two of them were gods. I might not be able to walk straight tomorrow and I was so looking forward to that.
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We were seriously all going to need to decompress and process everything later. For some of us, Hedylogus was just a guy killing witches. For others, it was much deeper than that. I'd known Freya a long time, and I knew enough about Azren that I knew they’d be stressing about how they could have handled things differently in that pub so things would turn out differently. Even though they hadn’t done a damned thing wrong. Anyone I knew who wasn’t insane would have handled it like that.
Then, there was Drake and me. Hedylogus hurt me for much longer, but what he did to Drake was worse. I found out why I kept getting drawn to the Academy of the Profane. I was being drawn to the closest god to help me figure out how to get my memories and magic back. Hedylogus not only didn’t help me, but he made it such a bad experience that when I was feeling the pull because there were gods in Profane thatcouldactually help me and one that would recognize me, I ignored it for years.
He made me think it was me killing those witches for a very long time and I was the one that always had to clean the blood so the students didn’t see it. So, that was an extra mind fuck. I hadn’t even figured out what I was feeling when I finally saw his true face, much less how I was feeling now.
Still, I could process that later. I remembered everything about being a god. We had orgies, but not full moon orgies. I died young, so I’d never been to an orgy before. I also remembered everything about being reborn with no memories and powers. I’d had sex with humans, but never supernaturals. When I was around supernaturals, they never invited me to their moon orgies.
So, here I was, at my first orgy ever with someone I felt this insane connection to. Not only that, I was getting to do it in this beautiful garden in the Netherworld. I wasn’t stupid. Most of the god families had their realms. A few individual gods made one for just them and their creations. It was considered poor taste to go to another realm without an invitation or you didn’t know someone there. Realms like Hell and the Netherworld were locked unless someone let you in.
I didn’t know how to get into Hell, but the Netherworld was smack in the middle of the Veil. You couldn’t get there unless you were with a Reaper or Azren who could traverse it. Getting to the Netherworld was wild, but now that we were here, it wasgorgeous. It was different than Asgard, but similar in a lot of ways.
Matilda wandered off with her girlfriends. I really liked Michael and Dexter together. They were adorable. Michael just picked Dexter up like a caveman, threw him over his shoulder, and went marching off into the gardens to find a place to be together. I smiled to myself as I watched them go. I didn’t know a lot about angels or their magic, but I’d seen Michael in his classes and on the dodgeball field. He was insanely powerful and that tiny pixie with the green mohawk could bring him to his knees.
But now we were alone and George Bell very much looked like she wanted to eat me alive. I knew how to please a woman. My family took various aspects of my education differently. My brother Thor decided to take over my sex education because he said he didn’t want me to embarrass myself.
Loki liked fucking with Thor, so when he came across Thor explaining orgasms to me, he lied to him that Freya was thinking about doing another orgy with the dwarves for trinkets because my brother lost his mind about that the first time. I was fourteen at the time and fairly mortified when Loki sat me down and told me to take sex advice from someone who could shapeshift and had actually had sex as a woman rather than my idiot brother.
Yeah, even though I remembered everything now, my feelings on forgiving Loki hadn’t changed. I remembered all kinds of conversations like that when I was younger where Loki helped me.
I knewhowto please George, but I was a little nervous about this because I’d never actually done this with an audience before. I always wondered what it would be like to attend a moon orgy when I didn’t know who I was. Now I did, and it was happening. I barely knew what to do with that now.
And my new girlfriend was very different from my wife inmanyways. She was much nicer and less manipulative. And rather feral when she was horny. She conjured a pile of blankets and pillows and just body tackled me like we were on the dodgeball field. I laughed and fell back with her so I’d cushion our fall. We weren’t even naked yet, and she was already the most aggressive woman I’d ever been with.
And I loved that about her. There were things inherent about me because I was a God of Light and grew up surrounded by a loving, supportive family that didn’t try to make me something I wasn’t. Still, I could be aggressive, too, sometimes. I held back a lot when I was reborn because of my size. Fuck. It had been a very long time since I’d had sex at all and even longer since I’d had it how I liked it.
I grabbed her, flipped her on her back, and pinned her down with my body.
“Did you seriously just tackle me like we’re playing dodgeball?”
Ah, this one definitely wasn’t like my wife or anyone else I was with after. George wasn’t afraid of me because I was so big and she wasn’t going to lie there like it was a chore. No, this one just bit me and then snapped her fingers, so we were both naked.
“I regret nothing,” she said. “Also, you look much better naked and on top of me.”
