Chapter 11

Orpheus's and Cassandra's Room

"She asked me how the queen was," Cassandra said in between bites of roasted chicken. "Like she knew her and I had…" she trailed off. After a grueling archery lesson, the afterglow of what she and Persephone had done had begun to lose its luster and she had become nearly embarrassed to speak about it.

"Had become intimate?" Orpheus asked gently. He found how embarrassed Cassandra was to be humorous as everyone he had known his entire life had no issue speaking of their sexual life. In his world, it was perfectly normal for brothers to be with sisters, brothers with brothers, sisters with sisters, daughters with their mother or father, and sons with their mother or father. Though he found her embarrassment funny, he also admired her for wanting to keep her relationships private.

"Yeah," she said as she took another bite of her chicken. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink and she knew Orpheus was finding this funny. She supposed that when you had an eternity to live, you get used to talking about sex.

"Don't worry about it. Even if she does suspect, she won't tell anyone," he said with a reassuring smile. "She may be a bit mischievous, but she does have respect for the queen's and your privacy."

They continued to eat, talking about their day and how tomorrow would be. When they had finished, Orpheus summoned a shade to take away their dishes and began to change into his sleepwear. He turned back, bare-chested, toward Cassandra who had on shorts and a tank, something Orpheus had made for her with magic.

"I must insist that tomorrow night you wear something with a tad bit easier access," he laughed.

"I don't wear bras or underwear anymore around here because, apparently, it's frowned upon," she joked back. The queen had to come in every morning before her lessons to enchant her robe so her breasts wouldn't be wild and free, something she felt very awkward about. "You have many opportunities to take advantage of me."

Orpheus laughed and flopped on his bed, holding his arms out for Cassandra. She crawled on the bed and laid down next to him, wrapped in his arms. Cassandra began to trace patterns on his chest, smiling at how strong he was and how he allowed her to show him affection.

"What is the deification ceremony?" she asked. It was the lesson her and Persephone had planned to go over today, but they had gotten distracted with more pressing matters.

"It's where you will be transformed into a goddess," he said.

"Does it hurt?" Cassandra asked timidly. She could deal with many things, but pain was not something she wanted to.

Orpheus laughed and sat up, positioning himself to look at Cassandra who had sat up as well.

"You're surrounded by gods and goddesses who could kill you if they don't like you, and you're worried about the ceremony hurting?" Orpheus said. Cassandra smiled a little. "No, I'm sure it doesn't hurt at all."

Cassandra smiled more, relieved that she wouldn't be screaming in pain in front of the entire pantheon of Olympians. "What all happens?"

"Well, I've never witnessed one myself, I've only learned about them. But, the chosen mother and father put a bit of themselves into a golden goblet, typically they put in a hair, and then ambrosia is added. The mother and father lift the goblet and hold it to your mouth. You drink the entire bit, and that's it. Their power has been transferred to you as has immortality. Then, we may wed."

"And the wedding has been planned?" Cassandra asked with some trepidation. While she had never wanted to plan her own wedding when she was a child, the thought of someone else planning it worried her.

"Yes. Mother and father and Zeus and Athena have been working diligently."

Cassandra let out a long sigh and rested her head on a pillow. Orpheus positioned himself beside her and looked into her eyes and smiled. Gone were the darkness of lust and the swirling of power. All that remained was Cassandra's ice blues eyes that looked like they were on fire. His eyes moved next to her light pink lips that smiled slightly at his attention. He knew they were softer than they looked, something he enjoyed immensely. His hand reached up to take a strand of her hair and began to run it through his fingers, feeling the silkiness and admiring how the candlelight seemed to bounce off of the auburn color of her hair.

"You're very beautiful," he whispered to Cassandra. He pulled her closer to his chest and she wrapped an arm around him and put a leg between his.

"I don't see how you can possibly think that," she said with a smile. "Unless you're blinded by love."

"Just because you aren't yet a goddess doesn't mean that I believe that you aren't beautiful."

Cassandra could feel a lump begin in her throat. When he complimented her on anything, or so it felt, she wanted to cry. She had never had someone call her beautiful until him and she had never felt like she mattered to anyone. The fact that she could always tell he was being truthful made her want to curl up with him forever and not leave.

"You're quite dashing, yourself," she said after she had gained control of her emotions. Orpheus chuckled and she could feel the rumbling of his chest against her cheek. She pulled herself away from him to look into his own sea-blue eyes. They seemed to shine with a radiance that could not be found. She leaned into him slowly to catch his lips in a kiss. He met her halfway and moved his lips against hers.

As the kiss continued, what started as an innocent sign of affection slowly became more heated. Orpheus rolled on top of Cassandra and moved his tongue into her mouth, stroking her tongue and teasing her lips. She bit down lightly, earning a slight moan from Orpheus. Cassandra smiled against his lips, knowing that she had at least some power over him.

Orpheus's hand moved its way down Cassandra's body and caressed her breast. He could feel her nipple becoming hard and began to massage both breasts. She moaned into his mouth and broke away to gasp lightly as he continued his light teasing. She could feel his arousal beginning to press against her hip and could feel her own arousal beginning to take over. Along with her own arousal came the crackling electricity that was buried deep within her chest. She tried to keep it in check, but with every light squeeze, the power became greater.

Just as she thought she would lose control, a throat cleared in the direction of the door. Cassandra jumped back from Orpheus and nearly to the other side of the bed, holding her hands over her breasts while Orpheus attempted to cover his own arousal. When she turned to look at who had interrupted, she saw the queen. There was a twinkling in her eyes and a slight smile on her lips.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I needed to drop this off for Cassandra. It is her robe for the deification ceremony," she said. She looked into Cassandra's eyes and saw the small green swirling. She tilted her head and set down the robe and walked over to her and kneeled down.

"I assume that Orpheus is aware of what transpired by now," she said to Cassandra.

"Yes," Orpheus said quietly from behind his lover.

"Then he should know not to provoke such powers until you are immortal so you may control them better, wouldn't you say?" she asked Cassandra.

"Yes," this time it was Cassandra who whispered in response. She was looking directly into the green eyes of the queen and couldn't seem to look away. Cassandra saw her smirk before getting up and kissing her on the cheek.

"I'm so glad we all agree," she said as she walked towards the door. "Goodnight, children."

After she had closed the door, both Cassandra and Orpheus let out a pent up breath.

"That was…awkward," Cassandra said.

Orpheus laughed at her pink cheeks, something that seemed to be happening quite often today. "Not nearly as awkward as when she walked in on me getting off."

Cassandra looked at him with an open mouth and couldn't help but imagine what he must look like with his cock in his hand. She immediately erased the image from her mind and crawled back over to him. As they laid there for a minute, Cassandra thought back to their encounter in the hall and how he had never answered her question.

"Did you enjoy tasting your mother on me?" she asked quietly. She could feel Orpheus's breathing hitch for a moment, then return back to normal.

"It's not that I enjoyed it," he said, trying to find the right words. "But I did find it attractive how you could make another person cum. And how someone else wanted you so badly, but you want me. Tasting another woman on you turned me on, regardless of if it was my mother."

"So, you did," Cassandra said with a smirk.

"I didn't say that."

"Of course not," she said as she looked him in the eye. "You just enjoyed knowing I licked another woman's pussy. You enjoyed knowing I sucked on her breasts and that I succumbed to my own hidden desires and I made someone scream my name as they came. You-"

"Cassandra," he began in a warning tone. "If you continue, I will take you now regardless of who walks in or your wishes or what the fates say."

Cassandra glanced down to see the tent beginning to form in his pants and couldn't help but widen her smirk. She laid back down, and smiled up at him innocently. "We wouldn't want to ruin our first night together, darling. Please, sleep by me," she said sweetly.

Orpheus let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around her, trying to keep his arousal away from her hips. "This game of yours has become annoying."

"I'm only finishing what you started earlier today," she smiled back and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Now, we must sleep, for tomorrow will be a long day."

"And a longer night."

A/N: And now Cassandra plays Orpheus's game and he gets pretty dang frustrated. Oh, how sweet revenge is.