( Andromeda POV )
Her new room was just to her liking and she hadn't wasted a moment to decorate to her whims. Lilac colored walls with darker tones nearing the ceiling and then the black expanse beyond her sun roof.
Ironic considering their island didn't move unless willed to and probably wouldn't be tilted in a way to see that celestial body anyways. The stars visible made up for it though.
Otherwise, with her overly fluffy bed and pillows, the not-so-secret stuffed toys collected through the years (only the wolf plushy was actually on her bed), her desk, dresser, and a few trinkets, her room was a near mirror to what it had been in the House of Night.
However, do to having lived there for so long and rather spoiled in regards to bedtimes and such (Night deities tended to sleep even less and on more irregular hours than regular deities), she tended to be a night owl herself.
Normally that would be handed with either a light read on her desk, checking on her domain, or maybe finding someone to talk to into the late hours.
Sadly Andromeda was between a rock and a hard place … the same one that she had been for a few years now. Ever since she'd truly started to connect to her domains as an heir and now fully as a primordial, her problem had become harder and harder to deny.
All gods needed contact with their domains at some point and more importantly, to experience their domains entirely at least once. Conceptual domains could be double-edged swords with these requirements, Percy being a key example.
His domain of Night and Shadows had needed him to spend several nights alone and in near absolute dark, releasing his physical form and becoming one with it, letting his consciousness spread throughout it.
However, Darkness and Cold themselves had more complex natures, while both could be experienced by visiting the Antarctic or similar places, those domains had also needed a more … mental connection. Percy had already fulfilled it when he hunted Ares.
She knew, she'd felt it as she monitored him, worried for him. In that time he'd embraced the worst of both domains. Darkness; his conscious and morality had been voided for a time, his hatred rooted into his being since the three betrayals allowed an outlet at last.
Cold; he'd been ruthless and unforgiving, unmoved as he'd physically broken Ares and left him to a fate worse than death if she knew Tartarus right. She still thanked Chaos that he had come back from it, knowing that the first time could be disastrous and it would have been possible for him to be lost to his own domain.
But now … she was scared, denying her own domains and it hurt. She was panting on her bed, her covers thrown aside and most of her clothes gone as she desperately tried to cool down.
Sweat glistened off her creamy skin, her well-endowed chest heaving with every breath, one of her hands inching towards her panties against her wishes and small tears gathered in her eyes. She couldn't tell if she wanted to feel what she did or not, both in her heart and through the connection of her domains.
If it had only been Love, she would have been fine. Eros and Phanes had made sure she understood; love was love, regardless of form and expression. Yes, physical intimacy was a strong expression and the degree depended on the form at times but it wasn't absolutely needed.
Something Aphrodite likely never understood, the goddess long having forgotten the meaning of Love and that it didn't depend solely on sex or children as her stupid proof of it.
Andromeda understood that; she loved and cared for every member of the Council and many of the gods they'd allied with over time. It was her large, quirky, unruly, and maddening family that she wouldn't trade for the world.
However … in a few years after becoming an heir, her other domains had jumped in and were slowly building the need for connection. Normally she wouldn't have had a problem with them; Desire, Attraction, and Procreation.
Attraction was ambiguous, from material attraction to simply dedicating to something that drew her attention like followers naturally gravitate to charismatic leaders.
She knew at some point she'd want children naturally but creating life the godly way also satisfied it … and she was already working on it. Desire though, was far less open to interpretation. She wanted something and unless she had it, it would only build.
Her problem was that all four domains were focused on the same person. She already had his love unconditionally but she desired more from it; she desired him. Her attraction had always been there and in a way, even without her ties to him, it would have ensured her want to be around him.
And lastly, the most damning of her domains, Procreation, wouldn't take anything less if she intended to start any life with more than just her power. Even now she had difficulty restraining herself from looking for physical contact with him, the only touch that could cool the slow burn that was quickly becoming painful.
She'd already tried twice, visiting a mortal club to look for someone to put it out, to satisfy her domains and both times her stomach had turned after even a hint of going beyond a drink at the bar.
Both times, a rather handsome man and later a busty woman, Andromeda had been unable to bear the thought of doing more, of getting touched, of giving away her firsts.
And both times she left only to return to her room and cry with one thought and fear racing through her mind; 'I don't want to be like Aphrodite!' She was by no means a prude and had no problem with intimacy being either causal or matrimonial, after all, sex was natural and shouldn't be disregarded or ignored like some taboo.
As long as fully consensual and aware, she supported it, but for herself there wasn't a 'casual' option anymore.
She wanted him and only him. She'd known ever since she'd woken up once before him and to her horror, she'd still been an adult rather than the usual child form. Luckily she'd forced herself back into being a child and soon 'weened' herself of sneaking into his room at night.
To her shame, that had been a bold faced lie. The truth was that more than once she'd wanted to do so much more, not caring if she wasn't alone with him which he rarely was. She could either act on it or distance herself and avoid being too close.
It didn't help and only built up over time, now more than ever before. Her domains let her feel emotions, especially those relevant directly to them. The raw, overwhelming waves of lust and love bombarded her, making her core burn with need and her heart race.
It had happened once before … the first time they came together years ago. Before she'd even realized who the feelings were coming from, she mercilessly pleasured herself, her mind already projecting just who was the one driving her over the edge … and now the effect was even stronger.
"I want to be in their place," she whispered to herself treacherously, even as small tears streaked down her cheeks.
But she wouldn't; couldn't do it. It was already a push to have the queens sharing and she didn't know if they would accept her as well … or the others she knew also shared her feelings for him.
"Why did you have to be so … you?" she asked no one as she reached for her stuffed wolf and hugged it tight and took a deep breath.
She wasn't the only one holding back, watching with longing for his caresses, to see that same love and lust in his eyes directed their way. But she couldn't betray her queens, one being her best friend, her sister, her confident, her other queen quickly becoming just as close.
Others thought her relationship with Rhea was that of mother and daughter and for a time, it was, but truthfully after Andromeda learned the truth of her actual mother and then the lies of Artemis, it had been hard to call anyone mother.
In truth Nyx had been the closest thing to one while her older brother and sister in all but blood had done a large portion of the raising.
Now the lines were being blurred in every way. The Queens, former mother/daughter but never had the chance to develop as such now sister-wives and rulers, equals under the eyes of their king, and judging by what she felt, content to be lovers as well.
Her own former ties, even while cherished and remembered in her heart, were also stripped and altered. She would always say that her true mother had been Sally Blofis nee Jackson, her second and last being Nyx, but she no longer had a tie of blood to Sally.
And by extension, she no longer truly had a brother in that sense either … and now that love wanted to change as well. Somehow, she felt like Nyx was laughing in the Realm of the Faded, one giggled sentence striking true regardless of how much Andy wanted to deny it to spare herself and others the possible pain of it.
'Like mother, like daughter.'
She whimpered as her body shuddered, her thighs rubbing together as she tried to bury her head in her over-stuffed pillows. She could feel the lust ending with their activities but the love was still there.
The love she wanted to experience and share just as much. Hopefully Hypnos was being a regular pal and Morpheus would spare her any unnecessary material for her night …
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Don't forget to throw some power Stones, to keep the story going.
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