"Oh, that is looking wonderful, Nin, just make sure to press down on this b-bit a little more." Motrtha gently moans into my ear from behind as I force a rolling pin through the torn dough. So close her presence that I cannot avoid colliding with every married man's favourite pillow.
Her apron catches on the hook of my elbow and it moves. She delights in the increased sensation of bareness and takes her sweet time pulling the cloth back over so nothing most welcome slips out. Awkwardly, right up against my backside. I scream once again on the inside after glancing up at a dangling basket of flowers.
I wanted to believe that my time in the aelenvari flower would've prepared me for something like this. But, it was no help at all! Both of these goddesses have powers affecting me unlike the needle-legs ever could, and they're more or less humans. There are no strange features to turn me off from popping a glance their way.
The beauty of the divine really is just something else entirely...
I nod my red face as my shaking, sweaty grip slips on the buttered baking tin. Her hand touches mine and fire blows through my hairs, bringing all my goosebumps out so they can scream joyously. Clutching my hand against my forehead, Motrtha slips a hand onto my wrist to bring it back down to the dough. Her hand holds mine so we can get it into the tin.
"Steady, easy does it..." she whispers as she fumbles about behind me with the clear intent to keep my mind focused on what is there. Two, big and hefty...
I widen my eyes and take a sharp breath.
A bronze-skinned hand slips up to my chin as I rear my skull back with the intake. I turn to face the mortal-copying goddess as she slings the other arm around my spine. She smirks and winks as her alluringly shiny lips form a kiss. Going in and then out again. A white-skinned hand stops her and the wet sound of the sister's lips lingers in my ears as my ribcage threatens to explode outwards.
Aahtha grabs her sister by the wrist and smiles deeply as she shows off her lip movements. Motrtha giggles at the steamy tickling before pulling the palm back along my shoulder blades. My hips shoot into the closed cupboards below as a pinch releases my bottom. The placed hands of the goddesses force my hips to gyrate as my mind blanks out.
Aahtha once again tries to dictate the direction I look so she can properly jiggle alongside her expression, "We need to be cooking!"
"I'd personally prefer it if I could lock him into the oven myself and bake a little in there." the Goddess of Pleasure laughs out at her sister as she shows off the kind of legs Iishar Ho once had. I look down, past the stockings and thin-strap heels and to the floor. Dragging my eyes back to the tin, I slump in exhaustion even though the only thing working so hard is my heart.
"We bake the tart." Motrtha asserts as I get a brief bit of freedom from her oppressive voluptisity. It quickly comes back and my arm is enveloped, with the strained shape of the apron in the corner of my eye.
"You better get that." Aahtha playfully snaps as she shoves the Goddess of Mothers away. On cue, a machine tings as its steady cooking noise comes to an end. A bowl vanishes from my left.
"Aa-Aahth... Aahtha, I need that to..." I start to complain as she messes around with the dusting sugar. She ruins it by adding water to the mix, thickening it up into a paley muck. The sieve starts to be knocked the wrong way, right over her...
I watch closely as her dark skin contrasts with the near-perfect white of the runny sugar. Clumping up on the curves, slowly, ever so slowly slipping down the darkness of the middle. Splattering elsewhere as her giggles vibrate the pair of mounds. I clutch the kitchen side tightly.
"Oops..." Aahtha coos as she steps forward. Motrtha rushes behind me with increased speed as her duties keep her otherwise occupied.
"You got it down your..." I say, trailing off as I watch another line slip down.
"Nin, mind cleaning this off of me? I'm such a silly girl." she asks with that knee-weakening smirk as she cups the lower curve of her boobs, pushing them up closer to my eyes. With the help of those narrow heels, they come so close to my face and I nod.
"R-Right..." I go as I reach for a cloth without looking, only for a splash and squeal to ring out from behind.
"Nin! Can you help me up, please?" Motrtha cries as I am stuck in my sudden turn, legs wide open. The goddess blushes as her apron absorbs the unknown liquid that leaves her glistening. Feeling Aahtha behind me, I march up to Motrtha and offer a stiff hand. My mouth clicks before I swallow the build-up of desire with a resounding gulp.
Two things start to stick out as the spilt liquid offers up the grand treasure of see-throughness. A gift that keeps on giving as the apron clings and gets caught more firmly on the shape of her body. Tightly taking her hand to combat the slippiness, I pull with every bit of strength I did not know I had. She 'whees' as she comes up, slamming up against me, in turn, the kitchen side strikes my lower back.
"Thank you, my hero." Motrtha coos close to my lips as her breath chokes out my nose and tastebuds.
"Sure, sure..." I answer as she snuggles up between my neck and shoulder. Whatever it is she spilt, it starts to moisten up all the little crevices in my skin and she notices. I jump under her grip as she laps up the mess she's passed onto me and I start to shiver. Wide eyes and clumsy breaths straighten me out and her arms wrap around me.
I need to hold my head... Feeling only cloudy up here...
A thud comes from behind, right on the counter, and Aahtha's legs drop down to wrap around me. One of my hands is kept away from Motrtha and Aahtha guides it to her thigh. Easing my fingers and thumb to place sincere pressure upon the thick, gently-tensed flesh. Motrtha's words come to mind so dominantly. I am her hero, Aahtha's too, most likely.
A hero needs a weapon, like the Thunder God's bolt!
"Well..." Motrtha breathes as I realise what is happening. Locking my body up, she backs away slightly with burning cheeks and a pair of eyes that can't break away from mine. A beautiful pair of hazelnut jewels.
She starts to return to being up against me, a gentle moan comes to my ear as Aahtha snuggles in. No efforts are made to unbutton my overalls and I cannot decide if that is good or bad. Motrtha turns her head, breathing all over me before a wet oval appears on her lips. The well-known squeak clogs my ears and her sister giggles as if she is ashamed of them.
"A peck on the cheek? How uncreative of you, Goddess of Motherhood." Aahtha taunts her sister in a sultry tone as she snakes her head down around. Only to be pushed back by a strong wrist and single, bullish snort. Motrtha straightens herself out and comes closer. Right up to my...
My mouth moves with hers as the grip she has around my neck tightens, somewhat freeing me from Aahtha. I have a mind that is barely working, it's all numb, only the... The tongue dancing on mine can be picked up on. Motrtha.
A door opens loudly.
The goddesses snap away, leaving me dumbstruck and disappointed. Looking around cluelessly, my eyes settle nicely as I get back to slowly working on the dough. Whoever is there, I cannot tell. I glance Motrtha's way and frown as her divine powers cover up the view she has otherwise been trying to work me up into wanting to exploit.
"C-C-Can we help you, Apahthein?" she struggles to ask as she serves as a second bolt to the door. However, as she comes to terms with the presence of the God of Apathy, she starts to calm down. His power sneaks into my mind and everything is clear all of a sudden. I sigh in relief as Aahtha walks away with fat bottom-swinging swagger that she cannot help but arch my way.
A barrier stops her from bringing it in closer and she huffs, displeased. Crossing her arms and sticking her hip out, she carries on puffing as I step away from the baking tin. Moving to the door, I peek around at the gaseous god and watch as his face briefly becomes visible. Fading in and out of my perception as I play around with the trick I learned in the build-up to my recent fun, to believe or not!
"Father told me to gather everyone, the bowling game is set up now." the apathetic being explains, floating away before Motrtha slams the slightly open door closed. Her trembling hand remains on the handle and she steps away, an embarrassed air about her. She looks at the mess she and her sister have caused and then to me.
I wave at her as she takes a calming breath, "Thank everyone it was the one who doesn't care..."
"Own it already, any divine being with a brain can tell you like him." Aahtha groans as her further attempts to get close to me are thwarted.
"Well... Regardless. We better clean this mess up." Motrtha claps tensely as she puts her endless energy into wiping down her squirming sister.
"N-N-No, d-don't... Don't!" Aahtha whines as what was meant for me vanishes. The goddess shrinks into her well-covered child form and she pouts up at her fill-in mother.
"Clean up." Motrtha sternly orders as Aahtha snatches up the offered sponge.
"So, we finishing the tart later, then?" I ask as I find myself with nothing left to do. Neither of them answer and the pair seem to be increasingly irate with each other. Nodding to myself slowly, I slip out the kitchen door and go into the hall. Walking for a few meters, I stop and hold my heart as Apahthein's power slips my mind.
I groan, then laugh heartily as it all crashes through the streets of my head. If Apahthein hadn't come along, I'd be going into Undwote's grip devoid of the one thing people champion to lose! My laughs die down to cackles but the energy to keep on walking this lengthy hallway is always present. Smacking the top of a chair on the route to get rid of my amusement, I start to understand maybe why the girls were looking angry before I left.
"I am confident that was going to escalate into... Could've been a... Well, still got plenty of time to try and start a family of my own, maybe." I remark as my limited time left alive comes to mind. How long do I have? Is it worth it? Should I try to do something with this teasing or sense of intimacy the goddesses seem to have for me?
It's odd, Undwote is on my mind so much and not for his nice demeanour most of the time. The God of Death's influence is so blatantly obvious I don't need to figure it out. But, with my extra time around, somewhat alive, I have a chance. Everything in me wants to try and at least give it a go, have a child and all that.
I look back the way I came with widening eyes and a sense of danger pinging off inside, "Yeah... I get you, little disappointed buddy."