It was already midnight, and ever since then Kal and Zander has been glued on each other. They had so much to catch up on. Amongst his other step brothers, Zander was closer with Kal, t'was probably because Kal was the most reserved amongst his other brothers.
Kal - the god of portals was known as a bookman. He was well learned in all aspect of knowledge and understanding. Many has mistakenly addressed him to as the god of wisdom, considering the fact that he runs the castle's chronicles - a highly exceptional library, where past historical records are kept and translated into different god languages.
The library were meant to be under the control of the Maesters - gods of distinguished wisdom. But prince Kal took up the position, with the permission of the king.
"You don't look very happy for a god that is been celebrated" Kal said eyeing him closely.
Zander shuddered, "I don't?" he asked innocently.
"It's boldly written all over your face" Kal answered as they walked into the enormously vast throne hall that was sparkling with golden lights. The guards that were lined up at the entrance, bowed in unison as their princes walked pass them.
The throne hall was the epitome of uniqueness, it was beyond grand and alluring - and the chandeliers that hung up on the ceiling added to its beauty. The chandeliers bathed the hall with a glow of magnificent gold.
And at the very end of the hall was the grand illustrious throne of Axis Mundi - the golden throne, that holds great power, authority and regality. The throne was forged specially with the finest and the strongest gold in all the seven realms. Many goddesses and gods have always been amazed by the sight of it. But it's striking distinctive feature was the blazing golden wings that out grew from the back of the throne.
"Well, you are not wrong" Zander admitted, because he was not inclined to revels, not that he does not adore dinners, luncheons and all that nor that he does not like pervading bright and glittering places. But they has been just too many festivity going on in Axis Mundi, and that didn't appeal to him.
"I know you too well, Zander. It's been five seasons and yet you still remain the same. I take it that the war didn't affect you much"
"Not in that aspect, Kal" Zander informed.
The celebration hasn't quite started yet, but the throne hall was already filled with epicurean gods and goddesses and servants that were carrying out mouth watering dishes from the court kitchen.
Kal glanced around, observing the numerous stares that was on them. Then a sudden smile appeared on his dashing face, then he said, "Is just me or am I starting to notice that the attention of all the goddesses are being fixated on a certain god"
"Ah, I wonder who that lucky god is" he answered only for Kal to cast him a brief look, that clearly speaks for itself. Zander laughed briefly - Kal has always had a way of expressing his facial countenance, and sometimes it could be quite amusing.
But it was clearly obvious that half of the goddesses that came to the celebration were there to get acquainted with the great impaler, for who wouldn't want to be known as 'his woman'. Well the rest were there to seduce and entice him, so that they could know what it feels like to copulate...or rather fuck a powerful war god - but if only they knew that they would be highly disappointed.
"It seems like am the one that is hindering them from achieving their agenda tonight. Perhaps I should excuse myself" Kal said
"You wouldn't dare" Zander replied, because the last thing he needed now is to have horny goddesses hovering around him. Aye, they were all gorgeous and alluring, with their well tanned skin, lovely hairs, beauteous faces and voluptuous body figure.
To humans, god and goddess will seem unreal because there were endowed with physical unexplainable beauty and charm.
Kal chuckled before he said, "Come, there are regales that awaits us"
"Regales, now I like that better" the great impaler informed as they stopped in front of a long silver table, that displayed numerous mouth watering dishes.
Kal has always known just how much of a eater that Zander is. And he appreciated that because one can't carry the weight of battle on an empty stomach.
With a silver fork in his hand, Zander dug into a slice of grilled chicken and dipped in into a gravy sauce, before he ate it - the taste was highly satisfying.
"You are a difficult god, Zander. Perhaps I should let Raphael know that you don't want any of the goddesses that are recklessly determined on pleasing you, and according to Raphael that is not healthy" Kal informed.
"Raphael do not quite understand the real meaning of healthiness" Zander said and Kal hummed in agreement.
"But he is not entirely wrong, according to his perverted mind" Kal added.
"Speaking about Raphael, where is he?" Zander asked glancing around.
"He is doing what he does best, brother" Kal plainly stated.
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"Do you prefer it this way, my lord" a melodious voice asked as she used her hands to push up her naked breast.
Raphael - the second prince of Axis Mundi (the god of multiple weapons) tore his eyes from his working canvas and directed it to the naked goddesses that was on top of his king sized bed.
He smiled slyly and answered, "It's perfect" then he turned his gaze to the canvas and continued on his painting.
Raphael was a skilled painter - he was very dexterous with his hands, his paintings were always perfect and well blended, even with the fact that it was all erotically inclined, his best painting subjects were naked goddesses, especially the ones that he has just tumbled.
"Will you attend the celebration, my lord" the goddess asked, still well positioned in a place.
Raphael didn't look away from the canvas as he answered, "Of course, I will" he stroked the paint brush skillfully on the canvas, shading in the edges.
"I wouldn't miss out on such a grand occasion" he added.
"That's a shame, I was actually planning on pleasuring you more, my lord"
"How very thoughtful of you, Layla. That's why you're my favorite" Raphael informed.
Layla smiled at the compliment. "Why don't you invite the fourth prince tonight, I'll be more than happy to warm his bed"
Raphael smirked as he removed his paint brush from the canvas, his eyes carefully studying his painting, to see whether it was done or not.
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible, luv" he told her, only for a frown to appear on the beautiful face of the goddess.
"But, why not my lord. Is he not a male. How difficult can it be to entice him"
"Very. It would be very difficult. You can effortlessly seduce other gods, Layla. But not the fourth prince" Raphael informed.
"Are you certain, my lord because I am highly irresistible" Layla said as she used her fingers to trace her pinkish nipple.
Raphael looked at her lustfully before answering, "Well you are not wrong" he admitted considering the fact that Layla was exquisite.
"Our very own great impaler has a strong resistance" he informed adding the final touch to his painting.
Layla pouted, "I refuse to believe you, my lord"
"Suit yourself luv" he told her. "Done" he added in a whisper as he placed his paint brush down.
Layla got down from the bed, she gasped at the sight of the painting.
"It's amazing!" Layla said her voice raging with happiness - t'was not all the goddesses that have the privilege of being painted by the extremely dashing prince Raphael.
Raphael stood up from his seat and immediately Layla rushed him. She swung her arms around his neck.
"After the celebration, I wish to make you feel a maelstrom of pleasure"
Raphael brought his face closer to her's.
"I can't wait" he whispered.