"So. What, or who, is Lodis. I've heard you swear by it once or twice in exasperation, and you seem to care about it." We were in the girl's hotel room. They were in the city, celebrating Yang's graduation from Signal. I was monitoring them, cooking seafood to go with the Mistrali Ouzo, and making sure neither of them overdid it. Ruby had never drank before, but had plead interest. I was drinking them both shot for shot, and keeping a damn close eye on the girl. She was an innocent thing, blessed with being able to see both falsehood and the predations of the Grimm. She could not see the twisting of that Witch on my soul, which meant none of them understood how much danger I embodied. Granted, I was also timing things to get them both sufficiently intoxicated that I could use one of my air spells without them being the wiser. Balmy Breeze, mass target sleep effect, summoning the Zephyros winds of Menagerie and Vacuo, the warm air that bring ease and fatigue at it's passing. But they wished to know the story of Lodis. Beloved Lodis… the man who sacrificed for us in the Ogre Battle. I paused, and looked at the cooking calimari.
"What do you know of Mistral's further past?" I asked softly, as I continued working on the food. Ruby was happily nibbling at pita and subtle garlic hummus, and dutifully drinking water at my command, an equal amount for each measure of alcohol I poured and drank alongside her. Though the tradition was of Jipang, I invoked the Watchman's Wariness, that none poured their own drinks that night. I poured for the girls, the girls poured for me. Despite drinking a shot for each they drank, I had two advantages. I was eating appropriately for a man my size, and I was also routinely purging the poison from my system with whispered incantations when I excused myself to use the lavatory. I made sure both girls were drinking water, even though Yang demanded I kiss it to her, the insufferable girl pouting cutely at me to force my agreeance, and offering debauchery I did not care for with a woman so young as my reward.
I freely acknowledge we are of equal age, but I loved a woman easily twice mine. I could possibly remedy my lack of attraction with Fire, Dark, or perhaps Necromantic magics, but I would prefer to not sully my semblance so swiftly. "Piteously little, lover mine. My own blood and I know so little." Her eyes were downcast. Mood swings at a quarter of the bottle in her and Ruby, whilst the reaper was hugging into my shoulder, and sniffing the calimari experimentally, not exposed to this type of seafood. A sprig of lemon, and I transferred squid to plate before carrying all three whilst hugging crimson reaper, and granting blonde pugilist a chaste kiss. She moaned softly at it, licking at my lips but receding when I popped in a piece of well made calimari, her moan mirroring Ruby's own.
I was not one to indulge in pride, but to see food made bring two Huntresses in training to moans of pleasure? I smirked just so. "Worth the wait?" Her happy sigh told me I had won something. And then Ruby was clinging to my chest.
"Yang, Yang we need to marry him now! He cooks, he is so warm, and he cares! About us both! Peter, marry me! And Yang! And cook for us every day! And kiss and hug us both and let me make you a weapon, and spar with Mom and… Yang he could marry Mom too and we can all keep him all to ourselves!" I cocked an eye, amusement and mild concern for Ruby surging through me as she clumsily tried to pull my shirt off. Yang leaned in, pulling my hands above my head, letting Ruby divest me of my shirt, before she was nuzzling into defined muscle. "Mmm… You feel like Dad. You have an inner light, that shines like the Sun on a cloudy day. All clouds burn away, all mist is driven before you."
"That light, is Lodis. I could tell a long and sad story about the death of Man and their rebirth by the Prophet Lodis, but to me, all that Lodis is? Is the Light inside my breast. When I am sad. When I am in pain. When I am afraid… I reach for that Light. Lodis lives in me." Ruby and Yang both looked at me with a strange pensivity.
"... Lodis is your Aura."
"... In essence, Ruby, yes. It is more than that, but the Sun that burns within my breast is Lodis and Aura both." In part, it was my Semblance, and it is what caused a small rift between Father and I. The Arcs were once Lodissian, yes, but they had been Heretics, lovers of the Moon, and the Angel Avacyn. I was truly dedicated to the Sun. I reached for a piece of calimari, only to have Yang flop on to me, nipping it out of my hands, sucking my fingers into her mouth, and clean, before Ruby spread a small dollop of hummus onto a piece of pita, and slipped it into my mouth. I was… Warm. I was content.
And then Yang was pulling me back, settling me into her lap, before I realized she was subtly sitting on my left arm, and Ruby was on my right, we were in one of the rather sizable beds… And Ruby was shifting the calimari over, before she began feeding it to me slowly, making sure to encourage me to suck her fingers clean. I… felt happy. This level of intent from a woman? I was the provider of love with Her Majesty, this was in a small way overwhelming. And then Yang brought a piece to my mouth in a kiss, then Ruby, then Yang again, and it continued. The Ouzo was forgotten, as this continued for a few minutes… once we were out of the squid, I shifted to stand only for Yang to smile, and lean into Ruby, whispering something. "Peter? Stay still you brilliant hunk." Yang's words.
The Ouzo was cold in the valley between my pectorals, poured by Yang, slurped, licked, and sucked up by Ruby, her kisses moving all over my body. The feeling of her slip of a tongue on my body elicited shivers and shudders alongside the cold alcohol. Ruby smirked cutely at me, kissing me to finish off her little display, before she poured and measure, and it was Yang, who was languidly sucking on points of my chest, determined to hear me moan. It was only when I finally broke, and did so, that she kissed me, thrusting her tongue in, and exploring the cavern of my mouth with a pleased sigh. She held the bottle for Ruby, who took a drink without handily touching it, following my rule to the letter, before Ruby was kissing me, transferring the alcohol to my mouth, and enjoying a kiss while I tried to swallow and not get too much saliva in with it. I failed, Ruby and Yang taking turns to make sure I was getting just as drunk as they, and feeling the warmth of their desire alongside. It was when I realized I was contemplating following through on the temptation offered before me, my apathy towards young women overwhelmed by just how damn intent they were on fucking me tonight, that I decided it was time. I kissed Yang back, before I quickly whispered. "Hushing wind, lure you my foe's into Mind's abyss!" The two of them blinked, before the warm breeze set them both to dreaming. Careful not to jostle them, I tucked them into their beds, setting them in the three quarter prone for safeties sake, and moved to my next step. A hand on both girl's shoulders, I exhaled. "Gone the mud of misfortune, cleansed the blood of honest soul!" All the poison built up was now cleansed. I repeated the spell one last time on myself, breaking up the built vasopressin, and cleansing it from my own liver, before I tucked both girls in, set bowls beside them, made sure to place Ruby's mask over her eyes, and placed bottles of ice on the night stands. It would melt, and still be cold in the morning.
Once they were both cared for, I turned, hunting down my shirt, to find myself face to face with the Witch. Immediately, my teeth grit, but I refrained from speaking, knowing the shouts would wake the girls. She gave a cocky smile, and beckoned me to the balcony with a single finger. I slipped outside, inhaling pre-dawn air with a placid, schooled expression. Whilst I was grateful to the Witch, she infuriated me. Scandalously short dress in a single piece, and the ridiculously oversized hat both in magenta to conflict with strawberry blonde hair and tawny eyes. Deneb Rove. I grit my teeth as two pumpkins sprouted for us to sit on, and she proffered the typical. I never cared for pumpkin pie. A dainty dessert fork thrust into my hand, and she finally spoke. Breasts that made Yang look inadequate heaved as she inhaled. "Cut the knightly bullshit, Peter. Our deal had strict terms. You would spread wild oats. I want magic back in the world, and your dick is how I can get it."
I refrained from hurling the pie at her. It was very good, magnificent even, I just hated pumpkin pie. I swallowed, taking my time with the Witch. I could see her twitch in fury at my calling her such in my head. Her voice struck a pang of longing in me. I did not know why, but it seemed… Longer familiar than just our bargain struck and pact sealed. "Mistress Rove, our deal was that I would sleep with the women of my choosing. I do not choose young women who are ensnared by kind words and warm smiles. They are huntress trainees both. Childrearing takes time." She suppressed a scream. I could hear it in the back of her throat, before she was straddling me, setting the pie on wide rail, and tearing my pants off, slight frame hiding immense strength. Her lips on mine, and she was grabbing me by the stones, whispering into my mouth a spell of the Dark element. I felt it sink in, before my loins burned.
"My magic knows. It will act on the first woman you find acceptable, and is going to give me what I want. You will fuck her. She is going to break you in like a boot, and you will impregnate every woman who throws herself at you, or they are going to ache something fierce, Lodissian. Not even your Phoelarh can help you when my magic gets in nice and deep. Pull this bullshit again, and it will get worse. I can turn you into the nasty types of Ogre, and set you to raping your way through this. And when you turn back, it will be with the memories intact. Do not, fuck with me." I recoiled deeper into the pumpkin before she smirked. "You will get to be with Endora in the end Peter. I know it feels longer, but it will be over in a blink of the eye." Deneb finally released me, cute features scrunched in thought, before she slapped me. "And it's Wicce! Not Witch!" She vanished in a cloud of dark magic leaving me with two pieces of her fucking pie! Ugh. Waste not, want not. I choked it down, drank the last of the Ouzo, Cleansed myself once more, and collapsed onto the couch, cursing Wicce, Witches, Ogres, and Huntresses all. I needed new pants. Aagh. I reached over, grabbing my bug out bag, before sighing, pulling on a housecoat, and flopping into the welcoming embrace of gentle sleep.