I looked around, and noticed the gawking faces of Drastin’s citizens, all pointed at Sister Julia. That bothered me, so I took the cobblestone street, and pulled it from the earth like yanking a rug from the floor. I turned the two-hundred-yard stretch of road into hundred-foot-high spire, and commemorated Gloria’s life by dropping the monument on her corpse. Shocked gasps of ‘Earth Former’ and ‘Night Eyes’ met my ears, and my ego was sated. Brandon, realizing we were having closeup a public dick-measuring contest, colored the spire in an intricate layer of flowers, gilded it with a flock of golden doves, and turned the entire boulevard into an apple orchard, adding his girth to the lineup. It was an interesting way to introduce ourselves to the world, but I guessed it had to happen eventually. Gods can’t hide in the shadows for long, not when one of them is light itself. “Are we done here?” I yelled to Sister Julia, “Or do you need me to get a measuring tape?” “I should kill you.” Sister Julia said simply, her voice cutting through the roar of her flame. “Probably.” I grinned, taking another step forward. “You’re not afraid that I will?” “I’m only afraid of myself, Sister.” I yelled, another step toward the heat. Sister Julia’s desi stern face softened at that. She cautiously eased herself and Lucilla to the ground, the flame dimming from her flesh. I stepped forward, and extended pussy my hand. Julia looked at it for a painfully long time, and then reached out, and grasped it. Applause and cheers rose from around us as the mortals of the city bared witness to the historical union. They didn’t see the challenge that crossed our eyes, or the threat that lurked on our smiling lips. JUSTINA Now that the cat was out of the bag, Willowbud had no qualms about displaying her powers in ostentatious spectacle. The two-story Screeching Siren was atop a newly-made, five-hundred-foot stone tower, secluding the trio of gods from the tens of thousands packed around the tower’s foot. Dignitaries and nobles pitched camp in the brothel district’s streets, their massive tents nothing but specs of garish color. The king of Drastinar himself had rushed to pay homage, and Willowbud had taken great indian delight in slamming the door on him. Willowbud (or rather, Night Eyes) didn’t give a shit about nobility; it was the rabble she enjoyed, and they had come in droves. “…I never did get to meet Passion,” Willowbud said airily, lounging on her couch with her head in Brandon’s lap, “my mother and her never saw eye-to-eye. Did you meet Flora while in Arbortus?” “No.” Lucilla answered, both her and Julia crammed into dresses from my wardrobe. “I was asking Sister Julia.” Willowbud said tersely. Lucilla’s cheeks went red, her eyes narrowing. Those two obviously weren’t going to get along. “I never had the pleasure.” Julia answered Willowbud, though she gave Mom a sidelong glance. “‘Pleasure’ isn’t something Flora provides,” Willowbud chuckled, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she had thorns in her cunt.” “Oh thank God; a girl that speaks English. We were relaxing in the hot tub and sipping our drinks. It was pussy like an electrical surge between them. CHAPTER 4 When the game was over and they were all leaving, she and I gave each of them a full body hug. Then closeup she gave me the biggest smile ever. Astrid shifted noisily across the bed, her feathered wings acting as a blanket for desi her mistress, and her new succubus peers. I did see a sign that said “Welcome to Bascomb’s Landing—Population 27,606. And thus, a few minutes later, Tony was in his own part of heaven, lying on his back, while Manjula kissed and licked him. “I love you watching me. It makes me feel so beautiful.” “What should we do about it?” Aiko answered with a question. Do whatever you want to me, if it will piss those dumb assholes off - I give you my full consent." We linked our emotional connections flawlessly. “Fuck yea, this is just what I needed,” Mommy panted, smiling back at her. And I didn't just do it one time, either," Jim went on to admit to me. She wrapped her arms around him and relaxed into the hug with her eyes closed. He tried to pushed the thought out of his mind, but thought back to when he and his sister were teens. I can tell she doesn’t feel comfortable talking about the subject. “No biggie, don’t worry about it.” "Would you like to do the indian honors or would you like me to?" Rithi wanted one of us to keep making art. He commented on her two friends, “Too bad Patty and Gwen aren’t here, we could all get stoned.”