Chapter 3: Like Never Again

Sitting on her throne, the green-haired Goddess of Love listened calmly to the report from one of her fairies. One of her higher-ranked fairies, yes, but not her own Hand of the Goddess; that position ended with her ascension. None had built up a good enough reputation and relationship with her to earn that honor, though she'd only been goddess for a short time, so she wasn't in any hurry. Short compared to her ten thousand years of life, anyway...give or take. Even for fairies, the years blurred together after a while.

"...The Flirtation sylphs are also reporting their work at this season's anime conventions has been a great success. In particular, the Fairy Dust group's performance is spreading across the Internet as one of their best shows ever," her fairy announced before laughing softly. "Haha, and to be honest, I've watched it a few times, myself. Aria Graydance outdid herself inspiring their lead songwriter this time."

"That's good to hear," the goddess said, seeing no reason to comment further.

"I know I don't normally recommend music to you, but it's just," the fairy said before singing, "'love has winners and losers, but it isn't a game...we may all be players, but we don't play the same, uh uh, uh UH UH-'"

"Charity," she cut in, "that's enough."

"Ahem...yes, I'm sorry, My Lady Venus," the fairy apologized. "Next item..."

The fairy continued her report while Venus kept listening, and by "listening," it was more like "letting Charity talk while she decided if there was anything that needed to be said or done."

A lot had changed since she became the new goddess, and not just that, the rate at which things changed had only sped up. But, for all the changes, after doing this job (first as a fairy climbing the ranks, now as their ruler) for this long, sometimes it just felt like...more of the same. By now, even if she couldn't predict what would happen day to day despite all the unseen influence she had in the human world, not much could happen that could truly surprise her. On the rare instance that something came up that she hadn't experienced before, she could relate the event to many previous ones like it and already have a plan to deal with it.

Finally...

"And that concludes my report, Lady Venus," Charity finished.

Nothing worth commenting on today. "Thank you, Charity," she answered. "You may go."

"Oh, but before I do," the fairy said as she held up a hand and an envelope sealed with a heart stamp poofed in her grasp, "I have a message for you from-"

"Kyu, again?" Venus guessed.

"Yes, it is."

The goddess couldn't help but smile a bit. No doubt the cocky fairy was bragging about her newest pet project again. That was fine with Venus; she'd started to enjoy it, and she'd been wondering how far Kyu could push this human she'd taken a particular liking to.

"Give it to me, then," she said, holding out her hand. Once she held the envelope, she repeated, "Now, you may go."

"Thank you, My Lady Venus," Charity answered before teleporting away.

Looking down at the envelope, Venus's smile widened before she stood up. The day was just about done, anyway, and she was already wondering what Kyu had to say this time.

"Everyone, you're dismissed for the day," she announced to the other fairies attending her before she, too, teleported away.

She reappeared in her room, which had undergone some big renovations since she became the goddess. What was once a room fit for a Mesopotamian goddess now looked like it came from Mount Olympus. The columns supporting the ceiling were now carved to depict Greco-Roman deities instead of Mesopotamian ones. The ceiling itself had been painted by the Talent sprites to show a daytime Earth sky, as there was no true "sky" here in this pocket dimension. The furniture and art were replaced by equivalents from her favorite time in history. Even the polished marble stone the room was made of gave the impression that this was where a mortal would expect to find Zeus, Athena, or any of the other such deities...like, say, Aphrodite-slash-Venus.

She tossed the envelope up in front of her and, kept aloft by magic, it opened itself and the letter within unfolded at her eye level while a glass of wine appeared in her other hand. She took a long sip as her eyes drifted back and forth across the page. Yes, just as she thought, Kyu was writing about that human again.

Only...

She lowered the glass enough to stop sipping her wine as one of her eyebrows rose. "All...three of the remaining girls Kyu found? Already?" she asked herself. Now this human had already slept with all eight potential partners that Kyu had picked out. "'Including this one, a classic mega bitch'...really, Kyu, use proper terminology when you're reporting directly to me- what?" She lowered her glass further and her eyes opened wider as she read what else Kyu reported. "She was a virgin and it only took that long for her to be bedded?"

She finished reading the letter in silence, then turned aside as she ran her finger along the rim of her glass, slowly pacing around her room while the letter floated in place. It had been quite a long time, indeed, since a human had shown such promise, enough that it made Venus have to consider what she wanted to do.

Her pacing came to a stop once she stood in front of a tapestry hanging on one wall, depicting a scene from ancient Greece of lovers embracing while a familiar green-haired fairy invisibly watched them from nearby. This was the only item in her chambers that she'd ordered her servants to leave untouched even by magic, saying that it had great sentimental value to her, for it was in the earliest days of when she inspired the stories of the love goddess who would eventually be her namesake: Aphrodite, who later became Venus. That personal significance was why she gave it an occasional cleaning with her own magic.

However, that wasn't the whole truth. While the tapestry really was one of her personal favorite mementos, that wasn't why she forbade anyone to touch it. It was because it hid something else, something that stirred greater emotions within her, so much so that she kept it hidden not just because she trusted no one with this secret but because she still found it difficult to control herself when she thought about it...and Venus did not tolerate feeling out of control.

With a wave of her hand, the tapestry pulled itself aside, revealing a certain painting that was the focus of her room for over a thousand years, a painting of her and a certain shorter, tanner, pink- and white-haired woman who had once been the center of her life. Hanging on the wall beneath that painting was a much more recent letter written by that woman.

Venus looked up at the painting as she considered what she was going to do about this human Kyu had been telling her about. As she did, her thoughts drifted back to the last time she saw her.

Her mentor, her goddess, her friend, her lover Ishtar...

Like throwing sparks onto dried leaves, their first kiss lit a fire in Theia, a fire that shot through every bit of her body. The feeling of Ishtar's lips, her breath, her body against her own...the woman she desired for ages was in her arms and wanted, demanded they share their passion.

And share their passion, they did. They soon fell onto the bed, still entwined as their lips left each other's, only for them to trade turns kissing each other's cheeks and necks. The goddesses were a meeting of irresistible forces, and both wanted to be the one to impress the other with how much pleasure they could bring. Deeper, quicker breaths and whispers of their names came from them, their hands ran up and down their backs and fronts, and Theia's need for Ishtar grew ever greater and Ishtar returned that desire.

Their embrace only got hotter as their inner fires fed on each other. Whispers of names became moans asking each goddess to touch the other. Skin was slickened by sweat and, between their legs, by their more feminine juices. Their bodies pressed and rubbed together, each woman filling her senses with the other woman in her arms.

It was Theia who got the upper hand first, in more ways than one. Before long, she had Ishtar on her back and groaning in satisfaction while her tongue and one of her hands lavished affection on Ishtar's breasts and her other hand's fingers darted in and out of her. Slower and faster, shallower and deeper, spreading and closing her fingers, masterfully testing every bit of her sex for just the right place and method to stoke the fires of passion into a blaze. Ishtar's fingers snaked through Theia's hair as her hips flexed in time with Theia's thrusts, as if she were pleasuring herself with her lover's hand as much as her lover was pleasuring her.

After a few mixed pleas/demands for Theia to give her "more," to go "faster," and to hit "that spot, right there," followed by a shout of Theia's name, Ishtar's back arched and she cried out in release. Theia didn't relent for a moment as she kept massaging Ishtar's hot, wet inner muscles, still twisting her wrist and her fingers to do everything she could to prolong and heighten this crashing wave.

As she did, she felt a bit...stronger. Not so much in body or mind, but in another way. Her magical power, built up over the millennia, was one thing that earned her the respect that was due to a fairy of her position...and she felt its power grow just a bit more.

After all, when mortals have sex, it takes energy. But to the fairies of Sky Garden, sex was energy, a kind of energy that made up part of who they were. It could be given to others or accepted from others, or they could build it within each other. It depended on them and what they wanted. Like their magic, the energy that powered them and what it did was based on their natures, not their conscious thoughts. That was why the fairies who inspired mortals were good at what they did: Because they wanted to, and their magic was stronger for it.

When they didn't just desire each other as sex partners but had a bond that could only be called "love," that give-or-take became nothing but beneficial for all parties involved. Fairies in such a relationship always had more to give each other. To mortals, emotions (especially love) were real, yet only existed in their hearts. To fairies, emotions were their lives, and were used for much more than just "feelings."

And when this was between the Goddesses of Love..."intense" didn't really describe that kind of resonation.

Ishtar was quick to return the gesture, barely taking a few breaths before switching their positions and pinning Theia on her back. Her lips found Theia's again, but not for long before trailing down her cheek, her neck, and taking her time around the green-haired goddess's much more ample chest. Theia chewed her lip and shivered under Ishtar's ministrations, managing to gasp out how she fantasized so many times about Ishtar doing exactly this...or rather, she tried to, but she only got through part of it before her lover pushed her breasts together and gave both her nipples a hard pull with her lips, making Theia lose her words to a pleasured moan.

She pulled off Theia's breasts with a wet pop of her mouth, then continued her trail down the new goddess's stomach as her hands kneaded Theia's inner thighs and eased her legs apart. Ishtar planted one more kiss on Theia, this one where Theia wanted her lips the most. Her head slowly turned back and forth while her hands squeezed her breasts, panting hard as Ishtar's tongue slid into her. Despite the hands on her thighs, Theia's legs closed around Ishtar's head, but she seemed to appreciate Theia reflexively trying to take back control, reaching around and grabbing Theia's rear while she sucked and slurped on the new goddess's womanhood.

Theia's ears were filled with the sounds of her own moans and with Ishtar's satisfied purrs while she kept up her hungry attention. Her heart pounded as she ground her sex against Ishtar's tongue and gasped of "yes" over and over. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself start to go over the edge, and Ishtar read the signs. Her tongue had deftly avoided giving Theia's clit more than an occasional brush...until now.

With a sudden firm, long lick of that spot, Theia's body locked up for a moment before shivering all over. She pushed herself up from lying on her back to curl forward, supported by her wings pushing her upright as her hands left her breasts and grabbed Ishtar's head. Their gazes locked as Theia's whimpers and cries continued, the red of Ishtar's eyes almost seeming to glow in the shadows while she demonstrated why she had been the Goddess of Love in a way Theia had long wanted to experience for herself.

As soon as Ishtar pulled away from Theia's groin, with the former licking off a strand of pussy juice connecting their lips, Theia lay on her back again and with Ishtar atop her, their tongues sliding against each other's as they took a moment to recover. Their eyes stayed fixed on each other's even as their eyelids drooped sultrily.

Theia knew they were nowhere close to finished. That was one other difference between them and mortals. Mortals stopped having sex because they got tired. Fairies stopped for the opposite reason: Because sex empowered them and they had an upper limit to how much they could handle, but just like with exercise, repetition built up tolerance.

The next time their lips left each other's, Theia looked around to see their surroundings had changed. Instead of being in Ishtar's room, they were in a room that looked more fit for Egyptian royalty. The art, furniture, building materials, they were all different. New windows in the walls even looked out onto a city from that civilization's peak with smooth, near-white pyramids towering in the distance.

When she returned her attention to Ishtar, the goddess simply smiled and said that she was "going to make this a sexual adventure for, and through, the ages" before kissing Theia again, this time with more passion and, like before, not stopping there.

Theia lost track of time after that. It became a near-blur of sex, interspersed with scenery changes, breathers, and occasionally stopping for food, but she remembered it all, and the more they slaked their hunger for each other, the more Theia wanted her. She was used to taking care of her own sexual needs, so she thought she knew how much it took to satisfy her, which was part of why she found mortals so unworthy of her affection. And yet, this was different: Their sex wasn't just empowering Theia, it was slowly giving her the capacity for more, bringing her to Ishtar's level as a goddess.

The final time they coupled, back in Ishtar's room at last, their legs were intertwined as they ground their sexes against each other's. Their hips shifted back and forth in an already well-practiced rhythm as their bodies and voices climbed to one last crescendo, and when it came (and so did they), Ishtar's room filled with the sounds of their release at the end of their blissful symphony.

As Theia lay on her back and caught her breath, she heard Ishtar's breathing was more labored than it had been. Looking over at her lover, she saw Ishtar was on her back too, with a hand over her heart as she tried to steady her breathing. Through their whole marathon of sex, neither of them had never looked at all tired, and now Theia felt more energized than she'd ever been, yet Ishtar looked exhausted. She pushed herself up and lay by Ishtar's side, looking at her in concern.

Ishtar gave Theia a faint smile and waved off her worry, saying that now she knew the transfer of her godliness was complete as Theia had been bestowed with all the magic she would need to be the Goddess of Love. It just took a lot out of her, that was all. She quickly followed that up with a wider smile and pushing herself to sit up, watching Theia intently and adding that now she really would see Theia as a goddess.

Before Theia could ask what she meant, a white glow from behind her brought her attention to her wings. She folded them in front of her to watch them glowing brighter and brighter, so much so that it filled the room with white light that should have hurt her to look at but didn't strain her vision at all, for it was the light of magic. With a burst of white twinkles, the light suddenly disappeared, along with her wings, leaving an uncomfortably empty feeling where she once felt them.

When she looked to Ishtar, the still-tired goddess said the same had happened to her when she ascended to become the goddess long ago, and now that she had so much magical power, flying had become obsolete when she could teleport whenever she pleased, whether she was in Sky Garden or not. Or be carried on a throne or a pillow by her attendants, or even on their backs, if she so chose. That was how her own goddess did things, back when the mortal world was much harsher than it was during that goddess's time, Ishtar noted ruefully.

Theia thought the surprises were over when Ishtar offered herself to her. That Ishtar talked at all about the goddess before her, who was before even Theia's long-ago time, was less surprising than the loss of her wings, but not by much. Ishtar must have noticed Theia's confusion and just said she knew from experience that it would take a little time, but Theia would get used to it.

After taking a deep breath, Ishtar sat up and said that now, it was about time they went out and greeted Sky Garden as the old and new goddesses.

Before long, they had cleaned themselves up and were once again standing together at the top of the Temple of Love. Theia's memory drifted once again to the painting in her room of the two of them, now full of pride that she had proven worthy of Ishtar's trust. They looked out on the crowd of other fairies gathered around the temple, both on the ground and in the air, as Ishtar's voice, amplified by magic, addressed them. Announcing her stepping down as the Goddess of Love and Theiatena Brightflower taking her place, she invited her lover to speak to them and formally announce herself.

Theia was very accustomed to giving speeches, both to large crowds and single individuals, and both with and without preparation time. The challenge to do something she didn't see coming was one she welcomed, and she handled the announcement with the confidence and poise that came with her reputation. When the announcements were over, she took her place on the throne before her subjects for the first time, with Ishtar looking proudest of all...despite the lingering air of fatigue about her.

In fact, Ishtar asked Theia to stay and greet her new attendants personally as their new goddess while she returned to her room. Theia thought it an odd request, wondering just how tired Ishtar could be, but agreed to it. The former goddess looked at her with weary, but happy, eyes, and Theia returned her smile. Just before she teleported away, she said something Theia never forgot.

"It really does suit you to be the Goddess of Love. I always knew I was right about you."

After Theia's greeting of her new attendants, love fairy subordinates, and other well-wishers as the new goddess was complete, she bade them farewell before leaving for the goddess's private chambers (now her private chambers) and walked with a spring in her step to her room to be alone with her lover once again.

Theia didn't find Ishtar in her room. Instead, there was a letter written by her.

She didn't leave her room for several days afterward, only answering knocks at the door with orders to leave and have certain subordinates handle things in the meantime.

When she left her room and returned to the throne, she announced her first decree: Her time as Theiatena Brightflower was over, and as their new goddess, she would have a name fitting of the title. As the main inspiration behind so many stories of another Goddess of Love, she already spent centuries with mortals addressing her as such, so now it would be official. The life of her name had ended, and she would be addressed by a new name.

For, from then on, she would be Theiatena Venus.

Walking back through that memory was something Venus didn't do very often, not that she devoted much time to any kind of introspection. After all, her character came from confidence, not narcissism. Besides, how would self-reflection improve her further? She was the Goddess of Love.

Still, during her millennia as a love fairy, inspiring love in mortals was a satisfying thing to do, but few were even given the chance to prove they were up to her standards...and all had failed. Even with other fairies, she never lowered her expectations in her partners, and once she became Ishtar's right-hand fairy, there was no room for anyone else. That hadn't changed after she ascended to take Ishtar's place, and she'd not shared her body with anyone at all.

Her calm face belied the ache in her heart when she thought about Ishtar. A rush of thoughts and feelings, however brief, ran through her and most of them were negative.

How could she feel anything else as she read Ishtar's letter yet again?

Theiatena Brightflower, who served me as my Hand, who stood beside me as my friend, and who I came to know as the new Goddess of Love and as my lover,

My heart is the inkwell I draw from to write this letter, so much does it pain me to write it and so much do I write from my heart to do it.

By the time you read this, I will be gone. After watching so much time go by, I think back and remember when the notion of my time ever ending was barely worthy of a fleeting thought. But that is what those times are: Memories. Even fairies change. Even I changed.

I told you that I am tired, and I am in a way that has nothing to do with sleep. I wonder if watching so many mortals for so long has affected me, just as I have affected them, both personally and through my love fairies. But I find myself relating to the most fundamental difference between mortals and fairies: Fairies have no upper limit to their age, but the fact that mortals do is so central to their natures that it is why we call them "mortals." It seems, whether ironic or appropriate, that not even goddesses are eternal.

What I am saying is that I cannot explain it in words. This is almost as ironic as the notion of the Goddess of Love succumbing to the weight of years, but the fact that I cannot do so should say much in its own way, should it not? "Live for the moments that cannot be put into words," as mortals say.

Now that you are in your rightful place as Goddess of Love, I am leaving Sky Garden, and am not coming back. My predecessor, the goddess before me, warned me when her time had passed that this day would someday come. She told me that, while fairies can be promoted or demoted, a goddess is unique: When she takes on the power and mantle of Goddess of Love, it persists until she freely gives it to another, but once she does, she loses it forever...and with that gift, her body cannot sustain itself, and it fades along with her magic. Where she goes and what happens to her, if there is any sort of "after" for her, I do not know.

I would have loved to be by your side as your lover and fellow goddess. But we cannot both be.

That is your final lesson, Theiatena. To fully understand love, and to fully empathize with mortals and thus able to help them, you must know for yourself the one thing about love you did not yet know: What it is like to lose a loved one.

I do not want your last memory of me to be watching me disappear, so I leave this to you along with my last wish for my feelings to be preserved with it.

Know that I meant everything I ever said to you. I will neither ask your forgiveness nor apologize in this letter, because I would never dishonor you with something so cowardly; I would only ever say it to your face and accept your judgment in person. Whatever comes next, for me and for you, I hope we somehow meet again so that will happen.

Whether for now or forever...goodbye.

Ishtar

A signature of Ishtar's old symbol of the eight-pointed star beside her name ended the former goddess's letter.

Venus had to force herself to show no emotion and breathe steadily as she read the letter. As was natural for a fairy, let alone the goddess, when gifts were given as emotional gestures, she could sense the emotions that the giver tried to convey. Mortals often talked about how one could "feel the emotions put into this" when they spoke of art, writing, music, and other endeavors, and for Venus and her kind, that was the literal truth. "Giving from the heart" and "putting your heart into it" were more than little sayings to her: They were real things anyone could do, and when Ishtar wrote this letter, Venus could feel Ishtar's longing to stay by Venus's side and regret for saying goodbye, and she couldn't sense a single bit of dishonesty in what Ishtar wrote.

Sad though it was that she'd ever want to, this was the only way she could feel Ishtar's presence again.

So, it was to be expected nobody but herself had ever seen the letter, and she explained Ishtar's disappearance with the truth: Like the goddess before her, she had left Sky Garden in the hands of her successor and had departed for parts unknown, and she hadn't told Venus where that was. She couldn't have anyone thinking she missed Ishtar, and that wasn't her putting on an act. If Ishtar was going to leave her life after all they shared as superior and subordinate, as friends, and as lovers, then she could stay gone forever. Years at a time could go by without Venus looking at this letter, nor did she feel any need to find anyone else to satisfy her as anything like a lover.

And yet, she didn't mind seeing just how well some mortals understood love. Some rare mortals had impressed her over the millennia, but to offer herself as the final challenge was her way of reminding them that they would never exceed her, for it was a challenge they were destined to fail.

Time to see what this latest standout could do to impress her. Mortals were one thing, but Ishtar was a goddess. After finishing her wine, she turned from the wall and smiled to herself as the tapestry hid it again.

"Very well, so you impressed Kyu. Time for a goddess to show you what you can't possibly be ready for."

Wasting no time, Venus responded to Kyu's letter that she would come to Earth that morning after Kyu's client woke up. The message, sent directly to Kyu's HunieBee, was soon replied to with an answer from Kyu that her client usually woke up at the same time every morning after sex. She told Kyu to meet her outside the client's window at that time. When she showed up right on schedule, her fairy was beaming with satisfaction and pride that she got the goddess's attention, practically glowing like a pink star.

While Kyu could be unruly and cocky even by love fairy standards, Venus couldn't deny she had a lot of potential that she regularly lived up to. Ishtar had been correct that big changes were coming for humanity, and Kyu was among the first to embrace new technology. She had the distinction of being the first fairy to use the telegraph to exchange lewd messages. The telephone, the radio, the television, she couldn't get enough of it. But she especially found her stride when technology became portable, and when the first model of HunieBee came out, Kyu was on the list of fairies hand-picked by Venus to field test them with her clients, and she proved herself in that experiment. Once the Internet was in common use, Kyu positively thrived on it. She'd even brought up starting her own camgirl website.

Still invisible and inaudible to mortals, they floated outside the window, Kyu's wings fluttering while Venus simply kept herself aloft by magic.

"Morning, Vee!" the fairy greeted her cheerfully.

Used to this by now, Venus smirked at her with the reminder, "I don't come to Earth for just a change of scenery, Kyu. Address me properly."

"Ah, yes, manners," Kyu said as she held the sides of what passed for her uniform's skirt and curtseyed. "Good morning, My Lady Vee."

Venus's eyebrows lowered just a bit. "Do you fully understand what you're doing?"

"Yup! You wanna see if I finally found someone who can clear out your cobwebs!"

The goddess shook her head. "Kyu. I could be enjoying my morning walk through my garden right now. Your reputation and my opinion of you are on the line, and your suggestion that this mortal could impress me enough to arouse me is only being taken seriously because of them."

She, unfazed by Venus's attempt to humble her, just smiled all the wider. "Believe me, My Lady Boss, I'm talking from seeing it for myself."

She raised an eyebrow. "In what way?" When that took a little of Kyu's smile off her face, she added, "You haven't forgotten your training again, have you?"

Kyu's eye twitched. "If by 'abstinence training' you mean 'femcel rage,' no," she grumbled.

"Good," Venus replied, correcting Kyu's continued refusal to speak properly by reminding her, "because your second offense will have it last twice as long."

Before the fairy could say anything else, the sound of a woman's voice from inside her client's home drew their attention to it. "It took me forever to find my bra this morning. How did it end up across the room?" Followed by an indistinct answer, and then the woman asking, "It was in the bathroom before you put it here? Shiiit, what a night."

After a little more back-and-forth between Kyu's client and the unseen bedmate, the woman bade her goodbye with a wish for her lover to "enjoy your day." Once the door opened and closed, Venus beckoned Kyu to follow her, and they teleported inside.

Once they appeared before Kyu's client, Venus had to say she was...unimpressed. She'd watched and personally worked with mortals who were less attractive than others and it was true that the less attractive tended to need more love fairy help than others, but she'd expected better than this. Not off to a good start: She was here to give the ultimate test of a mortal's ability to attract a partner, and this human was already failing.

And yet...she felt something. The strangest sense of deja vu. The impossible nagging in the back of her mind that she knew who this was. It was true that, over the course of her ten thousand years of life, she'd known so many mortals that they tended to blend together in her memories, and while mortals had the advice of not judging a book by its cover, they didn't have the benefit of looking into the hearts of people since before civilization existed to help them make their judgments. Over such a long time, and with that much insight, that bit of advice loses a fair bit of meaning.

So why did this human who she'd never met before not only feel familiar, but more importantly, familiar in a way she, the Goddess of Love, couldn't immediately explain?

She doubted this human would succeed where all others had failed, but maybe she'd still get more out of this than expected.

With confirmation from Kyu that no mistake had been made, she sent Kyu on her way and greeted this human who would be given the honor of being tested by Venus, the Goddess of Love.

"Sooo, you're good with women, are you?"

A/N

I did it! I made a woman moan! Two women, even! Funny thing, I wasn't going to detail the sex scene, I was planning to kind of just leave it vague, but then I thought, no, I gotta try it. It's kind of ironic when I think about it because way back when I first started writing and putting stuff up online around 2006, almost everything I did had sex in it. But that was when I was doing almost all my writing with other people; I didn't start writing most of my own full stories by myself until around 2012, and those rarely have explicit sex scenes. That's from trying to branch out from my roots, plus most of the plots I think of don't feel like they should need it to be good, and I don't feel very confident in how good I am at writing sex scenes. But I'm pretty happy with what I did here.

I knew from the start that one of the main plot points is that Ishtar isn't around anymore and she knew she wouldn't be but Theia didn't know until it happened, and Ishtar hoped Theia would learn something from it, even if she didn't want to. It also took me a while to think of how to explain iwhy/i Ishtar isn't around anymore, and that's one of the main plot points of the story, so it might cause the overall plot to be a hit or miss. In the end, I went with Ishtar and Venus being the "their time together was unwillingly cut short when they finally had each other" kind of lovers.

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"Sugary," the story that inspired this, can be found on this site's HuniePop section.
The name of Aria Graydance was made with a random name from fantasynamegenerators, which I can't link from here.
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