Chapter 13

"So they are working together?" Triton said, watching the lovers kiss, jealous of the tender motions she gave him. The soft kisses, the gentle brush of hair. Soon he would own her; it would be his thin, gray lips that would be pressing into her lush, red mouth, drinking in the sweetness that was Diana. He gritted his teeth with impatience, letting a low growl out from his throat.

"Oh hush now," Circe chuckled, waving her hand in an overly dismissive way. "You worry far too much."

The witch, eternally youthful and beautiful stood, walking gracefully to where one of her man toys stood. "See this young man here?" Triton nodded. "He was once engaged to one of the most beautiful princesses the Prussian empire ever had to offer; he would be in line to inherit the second most powerful empire of the time. He chose me." Circe smiled, looking into the vacant eyes of her eternal slave, kept young by her magic and will alone. Should he disobey her, as if he had the ability, as if he had the free will to disobey, would instantly turn to dust he was so old.

"This one here," she said, gliding over to another. "He's younger, my newest and freshest face. If you were more inclined to be part of popular culture you'd know he recently aged out of a children's talent agency. Unfortunately, if he decides to disobey, I'll have to take care of him myself. He hasn't been kept by my magic long enough. But I stole him away from a beautiful woman and the chance to grow into one of the most successful men in Hollywood."

"But I'd never disobey you, Mistress," he said, his voice barely dropped, still that of a youth, not quite of a boy, not quite of a man.

She laughed and petted him on the head like the loyal dog he was. "Of course you wouldn't," she said.

"You've made your point," Triton said, his voice still unimpressed. He was not pleased how Arthur and Diana were beginning to fall in love again. Their intimacy lit a jealous fire inside him. "But I still do not see how the two of them, being so intimate is necessary."

"Oh my dear, darling foolish Triton," she said with a sigh, walking over to him. Circe caressed his cheek, turning him to face her. She pressed a kiss to his thin, fishy lips. "I get it now... You want your Queen pure as the driven snow..." Her eyes flashed in a wicked manner as she looked at him. "Do not worry; she will be."

They turned their eyes back to the mirror broadcasting the images of Arthur and Diana, having found each other's arms, pressing warm, playful kisses to each other as they speak lovingly. Circe's spell of forgiveness had worked, it seemed.

Enjoy the tenderness while it lasts, she thought to herself, bitterly, jealously, as she watched Arthur lovingly brush her hair, Diana tenderly pressing a kiss to his ear. You will have no such joy when Triton is your king...

"But, for now," Circe worked her magic, not for any purpose but to ensure Triton was loyal to her game and their bargain. She did not need him deciding once he had Diana to be a loving, caring husband; to treat her like a queen and the Goddess she rightfully was. She straddled his lap, settling herself down across his thighs. "We never did consummate our agreement, did we? And here I thought you would be only too grateful to me for breaking you out of your uncle's prison?" Circe's melodic tone took on a slightly mocking tone, feigning hurt as her large eyes implored Triton to obey her unspoken commands.

"No, I guess we did not," he said, his thin lipped mouth pulling to the side in a vicious smirk, exposing his razor sharp teeth. As she settled in his lap, he could feel the heat of her body, his webbed hands find their way to the smooth, voluptuous curves of her hips, sliding up to her slip waist. He looked down at her full chest, then up into her hypnotic eyes. He knew that she was trying to use him, but the truth was he was using her just as much, and as such, he found it a useful partnership.

"Well, I think we should rectify this, do you not agree?" she cooed, seductively turning her head, her eyes half closed, inching towards his mouth.

"I think I can agree to that," he chuckled, vicious teeth gnashing to get a taste of the sweet sorceress.