Adrian woke before the sun even touched the horizon, feeling a knot of tension in his chest. The quiet of his chambers felt suffocating, his mind racing with thoughts of the Shadow Court and the growing threat that loomed closer every day.
He managed to untangle himself from the goddesses on the bed. Adrian wandered to the window, leaning against the cool stone frame as his gaze drifted over the palace gardens below.
The light of dawn cast a soft, silvery glow over the greenery, and to his surprise, he saw a familiar figure moving gracefully among the flowers.
Queen Alannah, alone in the garden.
Without thinking, Adrian made his way downstairs. As his boots hit the soft grass, Alannah turned, her brown hair catching the first rays of the sun. She smiled faintly as he approached.
"Up early?" she asked in a calm voice though it carried an edge of concern.
Adrian nodded. "I could say the same for you."
Alannah's eyes softened. "I'm just… worried. Zarpha has never really faced a threat like this before. We've been a city of peace for so long, and now we're on the brink of war. It's hard to know what's coming."
He noticed the burden in her eyes, the doubt that came with being a leader, one that affected even someone as strong as she was. He understood it well—too well.
"We'll face it," he said quietly, stepping closer. "Whatever comes, we'll face it together."
Alannah looked up at him, her green eyes searching his face for reassurance. "You've always had that strength, Adrian. But what about the others with you? The women—there's something… different about them."
Adrian hesitated, his mind racing.
He couldn't tell her the full truth—that the goddesses with him were once imprisoned, their power bound to his quest for revenge against the Shadow Court. That they were key to his fight, not just allies but divine beings with their own agendas.
"They're important to what I'm trying to accomplish," he said carefully. "Allies I trust with my life."
Alannah's gaze lingered on him, and for a moment, the tension between them was noticeable. She stepped closer, speaking sodtly. "Be careful, Adrian. I don't want you to go, but I know you have to. Just… return soon."
Before he could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was brief yet intimate. It wasn't one born from passion, but from deep care and emotions that are under reins.
Adrian pulled back, his heart racing, but he nodded. "I'll return. I promise."
They stood in silence for a moment longer before he turned and made his way back inside the palace, leaving Alannah behind in the quiet of the garden.
When Adrian returned to his chambers, Medea was already awake, her sharp eyes following his movements as he entered.
"Where were you?" she asked, her tone neutral but inquisitive.
"I went for a walk," he replied simply, not offering more than that. Medea studied him for a moment but didn't press further.
Soon, the rest of the group began to stir. They gathered their belongings, preparing for the journey ahead.
They started their journey from Zarpha at first light, with the sun just beginning to rise, and the air felt fresh and cool. Adrian led the group on horseback, the road ahead winding through dense patches of trees, occasionally opening into sprawling fields.
Behind him, the goddesses and Selene rode in formation, each lost in their own thoughts as they moved further from the safety of the city.
Lilith, however, seemed anything but tense. Humming softly to herself, she leaned lazily against the reins of her horse, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Soon, her humming gave way to words, her voice sultry and teasing as she sang an erotic verse, her tone playful but unmistakably suggestive.
There once was a woman from Inverness
Whose pussy could stretch like elastic.
She had a clit that hung to her knee
And whenever she sneezed, her tits went "God bless you"
One day, her snatch was feeling tight
So she stretched it out with a long spike
It expanded a bit but contracted fast
Leaving her hole about six feet wide.
Now every night
With a candle in hand
She visits her hubby
And fucks him like mad.
Lilith sang the final verse with a clear and confident voice, the words flowing smoothly out her mouth. She flashed a smirk at Medea, who scowled and looked away, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.
"Really, Lilith? Such vulgarity is unbecoming of a goddess," Abyss interjected, her brows knitted into a frown.
"What can I say? I like a good fuck," Lilith retorted with a shrug. "And so does everyone else here."
"You're making indirect moves again, trying to get under his skin with all your obsession."
Lilith's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She didn't miss a beat, replying smoothly, "Oh, come on, Abyss. Don't pretend like you aren't just as obsessed." She leaned forward in her saddle, her voice dropping conspiratorially. "You know, you're so possessive, I wouldn't be surprised if you slept with a dagger under your pillow. Not because you need protection, but so you can stab any woman who even thinks about Adrian in her dreams."
Abyss tightened her hold on the reins, her eyes narrowing sharply. "Watch your mouth, Lilith, before I do something about it."
Lilith laughed, completely unbothered. "Oh, darling, I'm just speaking the truth. We're all a little obsessed with him, aren't we?" Her gaze flicked toward Adrian, a teasing glint in her eye. "Some of us are just better at hiding it than others."
Adrian cleared his throat, finally intervening before things could escalate further. "Let's focus. We've got a long road ahead."
Lilith shrugged, settling back in her saddle. "Whatever you say, darling. But don't think you've heard the last of my songs."
After that, they rode mostly in silence, with only some light teasing between Ava and Lilith. However, the tension between Abyss and Lilith hung in the air, like a storm about to erupt.
After several hours on the road, they reached a stretch of dense forest where the sunlight filtered through the canopy in scattered beams. The group slowed, deciding to rest briefly by the roadside. They dismounted, stretching their legs and taking a moment to breathe.
Adrian stood by the edge of the trees, his senses alert despite the brief respite. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling with unease. His eyes scanned the treeline, narrowing as he caught the faintest movement in the shadows.
"Medea," Adrian called softly. "Keep your eyes sharp."
Medea straightened almost immediately. Lilith too, her playful demeanor fading as her senses kicked into high gear. Abyss also was on edge, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
A few moments later, a figure slipped out of the trees and approached with careful movements. Adrian's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, his body tensing.
"Spy," Medea said in a cautious tone.
The man, cloaked in shadow, made a sudden move, darting toward Adrian with a dagger in hand. But before he could get close, Lilith reacted with lightning speed, her blade flashing as she intercepted him, slicing through the air with deadly precision.
The man's body jerked violently, blood spraying as Lilith's blade cut deep into his side.
He crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath, but it wasn't over.
"Who sent you?" Adrian demanded in a cold and steady voice.
The man swallowed hard, his eyes darting around, searching for an escape that wasn't there. "I—I'm just a messenger," he stammered. "The Shadow Court knows you're coming. They've sent others—more than just me. You won't make it far."
Abyss stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Is that a threat?"
The man's face paled as her sword inched closer to his throat. "N-no! I swear! I'm just delivering a message. They're tracking you—always watching."
Adrian's jaw tightened. "How many are there? Where are they?"
The man hesitated, and in that split second, Abyss's blade pressed deeply against his throat, drawing a thin line of blood. "Answer him."
"Five," the man gasped. "Five more ahead, in the next village. I don't know their plans, I swear. They just told me to follow you and report back."
Adrian exchanged a look with Abyss, who nodded slightly and relased her grip on him. She straightened and wiped the blood off his clothes.
Suddenly, Medea moved, her face showing no emotion as she swiftly plunged her sword into his chest. The spy let out a gurgling choke, his eyes wide with terror as he stared up at her.
"You should've stayed hidden," Medea hissed, twisting the blade viciously before yanking it free.
The man's body spasmed once before going still, blood pooling beneath him as his life ebbed away. The brutal efficiency of the kill left no doubt that Medea had meant every word.
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