Lucy awoke slowly. She knew she wasn't in her own apartment instantly. The walls were a dark purple with red trim. The bed she slept in was far too big, and soft, to be her own. She was smothered under a mountain of blankets and there were other people in the bed with her. Feeling blindly through the sea of covers, Lucy found a hand. Large, but soft. Definitely a man's hand. Bacchus? Following the hand, Lucy found a shoulder. Moving the blankets, she saw Bacchus, and resting on his opposite shoulder was Cana. Her mocha hair splayed out across the deep red pillows. Lucy smiled softly at the couple until she remembered she wasn't in her, or their, apartment.
Noticing an unfamiliar hand near Cana's head, Lucy began slowly following the tanned arm with her eyes. Definitely a man. As she reached the shoulder and neck, she began to truly panic. Did I sleep with him?! This can't be happening! I didn't even have that much to drink! Lucy's mind worked as fast as she could manage with her killer hangover. They had been dancing, and drunk Cana had bumped her into a guy. A delicious guy! Wait, no!He had caught her and saved her drink. What was it he had whispered into my ear? Waja? After that, Lucy couldn't remember. Something about blood, lots of blood, and bodies everywhere. Pain, lots and lots of pain.
Lucy jumped from the bed, hand over her mouth, and rushed to what she could only hope was the bathroom. Once inside, she slammed the door and bowed to the porcelain god. All that came up was bile. Once the dry heaves started, Lucy began to openly sob. Why can't I remember?! What happened?! Why was there blood, death, pain, bodies everywhere?! A soft knock frightened her. Her head snapped to the door. She didn't recognize the tone or weight of the knock. Must be Random Dude. She didn't want to answer. It's not like I can hide in here forever. He knows I'm in here.
Flushing the toilet, she reached for the toilet paper to wipe her mouth, only to discover her hand and arm were covered in blood. Fresh, hot, sticky blood. As she followed her arm to her shoulder, she found that the entire thing was coated in a thick layer of blood as well. Her eyes shot to her other hand, only to find the same thing. Jumping up, Lucy gazed at herself in the mirror. She was drenched in blood. The only part of her not covered in it was her eyeballs. Though after a moment of looking at them, she discovered that her eyes were glowing red. It was as if she were possessed by some horrible demon.
The scream she unleashed could curdle the blood running through anyone's veins. The door promptly burst open behind her, sending small shards of wood flying as the jamb gave under the force. Mystery Man stepped in, eye ablaze, scanning the small room for threats. Lucy dropped to the cold tile, her hands outstretched to ward him off. "Who…who are you?! And why am I covered in blood?!" She watched as his posture relaxed and his sad gaze fell on her cowering form.
"Wadjet." When Lucy started scrubbing at her skin with the hand towel she had accidentally pulled to the floor with her, Cobra crouched in front of her. "Mrwt. Please, look at me." When she began scrubbing harder, he reached out and stilled her hands. "Stop." Her sad, coffee eyes finally met his own violet eye. "There's so much blood. Help me get it off. It's everywhere!" Her desperate cry broke his heart. All he could do was nod before pulling her to her feet. Squeezing her hands, he turned to start the shower. When the water was warm enough, he turned back to find her trying desperately to wipe the blood from her arms. She's stuck as Sekhmet again.
Grabbing her hands, he pulled her into the shower, clothes and all. His chemise boxers instantly clung to his body while her white shirt showed her pink lace bra to perfection. Placing her under the spray, Cobra slowly started rubbing her arms, working up to her shoulders and neck. "I can get the blood off easier if you let me take your shirt off. It's covered in it, and I can't help you clean your skin if your shirt is still on." She started ripping the buttons open instantly. Before long she stood before him, naked.
Cobra sighed as he started gently rubbing her alabaster flesh again. There was no physical blood on her, but as Sekhmet, she had bathed in blood. She had bathed the world in blood. Kneeling before her, he gently brushed the 'blood' from her feet, being careful to clean every inch of her skin before moving up her 3 mile long legs. Bypassing the juncture of her thighs, Cobra rubbed her hips, her tucked-in waist, her ribs and into her armpits. He left the more intimate parts for his love to clean. He gently rubbed her neck, working up to her face.
His fingers slipped over her cheekbones, inside the shell of her ear, across her jaw to feather over her lips. A delicate sigh left her now parted lips as a pleasurable shiver shook her body. His fingers hesitated a moment before he continued his endeavor. His thumbs ran up the sides of her nose before fanning across her crinkled brow and over her fluttering lids. Tilting her head back, Cobra ran his fingers through her silken locks, massaging her scalp as he went.
"Mrwt, you'll have to clean the rest yourself. It isn't right for me to touch you further." Placing a gentle kiss upon her now smooth brow, Cobra soaked in the content look on her face before stepping from the shower and closing the frosted door. He could hear her breathing increasing as the moments passed. "I have not left, I am just not going to watch as you clean your most intimate parts." Pulling a heavy towel from the rack, Cobra dried himself before sitting on the closed toilet. "Wadjet, mrwt, what do you remember?" The silence that followed was pregnant with hesitation and unease.
Lucy's hands brushed at the blood on her breasts as she thought of how to answer him. "Cana bumped me and I bumped into you. You caught me so I wouldn't fall, then you whispered something into my ear. It was in a weird language." After a moment, she continued. "You said something else. A word. A name? I don't know. But after that, everything is kinda…weird." Her hands moved to her round ass as he spoke from the other side of the glass.
"The first word I said to you was Wadjet." When he failed to explain, she asked him, her fingers delicately brushing her sensitive anus. "Wadjet is an ancient goddess. She was a protector and a patron of Lower Egypt before Upper Egypt invaded. She was a snake woman. Some said she had a woman's body and the head of a snake, others said she had the head of a woman with the body of a snake. The most accurate description is that she had the torso of a woman and the body of a snake. In all descriptions, the snake body was turquoise."
Her hands stilled as an image from the night before flashed in her mind. Lucy saw a beautiful woman, with a snake body rather than legs, and a golden snake curled together. Turquoise and gold entwined over and over. Lucy gazed at him through the frosty door. He sat, ankle on knee, laced fingers around raised knee, staring at what looked like his hands. Her hands began moving again as she started cleaning the folds at the apex of her legs. "And the other word?"
His erotic voice echoed around the room. "The second word was that goddesses true name. I will not speak it where those who are not worthy may hear it." His voice grated across her sensitive skin as her fingers delved between her folds. Something about the situation seemed overly familiar. Lucy couldn't shake the feeling that she and Mystery Man had done something very similar before. Lucy whimpered as she hit a sensitive spot deep within her inner cavern. She froze instantly, her head snapping in his direction. He hadn't moved from his relaxed position. What am I doing?!Lucy slowly pulled her fingers from her hungry womanhood. "Did we…umm…" She couldn't form the words to ask him. Luckily, he provided the word and answer for her without any prompting. "Did we have sex? No, we didn't. You need time to….acclimate to what happened last night."
"What actually happened last night? Everything is still a blur. I'm not sure what is real and what…isn't?" Well, that's new. She's never asked me to explain The Awakening before. Cobra sighed. His head hung as his heart filled with shame. He couldn't bring himself to explain that she was well over 5 millennia old and had been his wife from almost the beginning. "There will be time for that later. Now, Bacchus and the woman are waking. I must dress and greet them. I have placed clean towels within reach." With that, Cobra fled the bathroom, the door softly closing behind him.
The two drunks were still dead to the world when he emerged from the steamy bathroom. Kicking the bedpost, he went for his closet to grab fresh clothes for himself. He also grabbed clothes for her. Knocking on the bathroom door, he waited for her response as the drunks on the bed moaned while waking. Her soft voice preceded her delicate hand as she cracked the door and took what he offered. Cobra told her he'd be in the kitchen as she closed the door. Kicking the bed once more, he headed for said room to make her favorite breakfast.
When she walked through the door with the drunks, wearing his black muscle shirt and dark purple boxers, Cobra froze. The black cotton clung to her every curve, emphasizing her voluptuous breasts and tucked in waist. The shirt flared around her hips before giving way to the looser silk of his boxers. Her legs had to be at least 3 miles long before meeting with her perfect, dainty feet. Cobra shivered as he hardened painfully in the confines of his jeans.
"Waffles, pancakes, eggs, toast, croissants, sausage gravy, biscuits, jam, butter, syrup, strawberries, strawberry ice cream, whipped cream, coffee, juice, tea….umm…I wasn't sure what everyone liked, so I made a bit of everything." Truth be told, he knew exactly what she liked. He knew what Dionysus liked when he was one person, but as he was now, Cobra had no clue. So he had made everything he had kept frozen for when he found her. Because, when he found her, she was bound to be with Bacchus. Lifting his eyes, he gazed bashfully at the trio.
Lucy carefully pulled the black muscle shirt over her head. She was sure her breasts would spill out the sides. Surprisingly, the shirt covered her moderately well. As the silk caressed her shaved legs, she shivered. She could hear his voice scraping across her skin, igniting something deep inside her she wasn't aware she had. Slowly, Lucy brushed her hair before risking a glance in the mirror. With a sigh of relief, she hung her head. What was that? Why were my eyes glowing red earlier?
Lucy shook her head as she opened the bathroom door and stepped into his bedroom. Cana and Bacchus were just rolling out of the massive bed. LIAR. "Come on, I smell breakfast. Let's eat and figure out what happened last night." Both drunks perked up at the mention of food. Gluttons. Lucy led the way, following her nose in the unfamiliar dwelling.
Cana and Bacchus had to push past Lucy to get to the food, for she had stopped at the sight that greeted her. Mountains of food. All the food would be eaten. Between Cana, Bacchus and herself, there wasn't a single disliked item. Mystery Man approached her. "You'll catch flies." Her brow crinkled as she turned to look at him. His finger gently closed her agape mouth and her face flushed at the contact. "You didn't have to make so much. Coffee would have been just fine."
"Wadjet." His stern gaze held hers. His single amethyst eye softened before his knuckles brushed across her cheek. "I would eat the sun if you asked it of me." The mirth that flashed through his eye told her she was missing something. She'd have to squeeze him for information later. Right now she had more pressing matters to attend to. Her stomach growled loudly and she obeyed its demands.
