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finding the soft folds and charting each of them with little flicks which make her buck and quiver.
She would spread her legs if she could. She would arch her back and give herself to me, I know she would. I would do more than taste her sex. I would claim it completely. I would drive myself inside her and I would stretch her around me — and she would let me. I can taste her willingness. There is an inevitability in her taste, a promise of love eternal, and happily ever after. But nothing is guaranteed. In this world, as in every world, such happiness is hard won — and I have only just begun to earn it.
Lucy
It all started with a broken toy.
It was my niece Sapphire’s little zapper, the gadget she brought with her when she fled Earth. She liked to slip it into a handshake, or your wine, if you weren’t careful, zap you and then laugh uproariously.
One day it started vibrating all on its own, zapping things at random. She got in trouble for it more than once, when one or other of us accused her of setting it off on purpose. In the end, Helios confiscated it and we thought xthat was the end of it.
It was not the end of it.
Because it was never a toy at all.
It was a harbinger of a war like none ever fought before.
A war between the machine intellect of man, and the forgotten gods.
A war for the ages.
But not, apparently, for me.
Now I am an underwater captive, kept by the very god I’ve been crushing on for years. He can’t control me. Nobody can. But he is going to try. I feel his bindings tight around me, his living ties moving with a magic of their own accord, finding the tender, tight spots by which my resistance might be undone, and my capitulation guaranteed.
His tongue finds the sweetness between my thighs, tastes the bud from which it springs. My head falls back and I call for him in a cry as old as humanity itself.
“Oh my godddd…”
2
Lucy
Days earlier…
I don’t need to sleep, but I like to sleep. My mother sleeps. My sister sleeps. So I sleep too. It makes me feel more normal, even though I’m really just lying there thinking amusing thoughts to myself.
There’s something about the night which brings back a particular kind of thought. All the shameful things I ever did, the mistakes I made, the little moments of gracelessness or embarrassment, they all flood in during the quiet hours of the night. Tonight, I’m remembering the time I went to my eighteenth birthday party buck naked and displayed myself to the assembled gods as if it would impress them. I take after my father. I am tall, blonde, and well endowed, so I suppose it did impress them. It made me an object of godly lust and made certain that Helios and Ragnar, my two god fathers, still keep me close in the golden palace to this day, lest I be snatched away by some horny god looking for a golden bride.
Just as I get to the most embarrassing part of the memory, there’s a flash of light outside the window of my bedroom. I get up to look, and see a shower of sparks against the distant sky. They are ever so pretty. I stand there for what feels like a long time watching them, until a blood curdling scream completely ruins the view.
It is my mother’s voice. At first I do not recognize it because I have never, in my life, heard that woman scream. It is a sound which finds the marrow in my bones and makes it vibrate. It is a tone of pure terror, and it draws me from the window and makes me run to my parents’ bedroom.
I find her out of bed, standing in the middle of the room with her face contorted in fear.
“Entity is here. Entity is HERE!”
Helios and Ragnar try to calm her down, but there’s no calming her. She’s frantic. I have never seen my mother be bothered by anything. Ever. She is the calmest woman in the world. In the universe, even.
“Shh! Mother!” My sister, Raine, rushes past me and embraces my mother. She always did know what to do. When I look over my shoulder, I see that Tanuk, her mate, has arrived too. The entire adult family has assembled in my parents’ bedchamber within a minute of my mother beginning