(Oshtur)
Oshtur paced back and forth in her private quarters, her mind a swirl of conflicted emotions. She couldn't believe she was entertaining such thoughts. How could I think about doing this to my sister? Her hand instinctively rested on her abdomen, the desire to bear a child, a powerful child welling up within her. The child she envisioned would be strong, with magical potential like Ender's, and she couldn't deny the longing that had been growing within her.
Ender was everything any woman could desire. Not only was he powerful, but his personality strength and his charm captured 'hearts' effortlessly. And his smile... she thought, her heart racing at the mere recollection of it. He had this divine, magnetic presence that left her in awe, a presence that seemed to reach deep into her soul
She flushed at the thought, her cheeks warming. No, I'm not some maiden having a silly crush. She could admit, though, that the fact he was married to her sister made him even more irresistible. He was not just any man he was Gaia's choice, a partner approved by Mother Nature herself. It made him all the more desirable as if that divine approval only added to his allure.
But the thought of taking him from Gaia, of breaking that sacred bond they shared, filled her with guilt. But surely Gaia would understand, right? she thought. She's always loved our family and always wanted to expand it. The thought of being with Ender felt like destiny-perhaps even fate. She couldn't help but imagine a future where their child would be as powerful as he was, as gifted with magic and resilience
Her heart raced at the thought, and she shook her head, trying to shake the overwhelming desire. I can't keep doing this to myself. It's wrong. But what if... what if she would allow it?
The truth was, she had already seen something in Gaia's acceptance of their relationship that made her think she could approach the topic. Gaia had never been one to deny the possibility of a larger family, of sharing Ender, especially with how much they both loved him. Wouldn't Gaia want to give him more than just herself? After all, she already knew Gaia's open-mindedness when it came to their relationship; why else would Ender say Gaia wouldn't mind peeking at a warrior maiden?
It wasn't the first time Oshtur had thought about it. She had even found herself... watching them. She didn't mean to, but when Gaia and Ender shared moments alone-intimate moments that spoke of their deep bond-Oshtur couldn't help but peek. She had done it once, twice, and each time, she felt her emotions stir with longing and envy.
She recalled the day she had caught a glimpse of them during a private moment in Gaia's garden. She had never meant to spy, but something about their connection drew her in. Ender's gentle touch, his loving smile as he caressed Gaia's body, and the way they laughed and shared sweet whispers made her heart tighten, both with desire and guilt. She had stood hidden in the shadows, her breath catching in her chest as she watched the exchange. What am I doing? she thought at that moment, mortified by her actions, but the more she observed them, the more she wanted him.
Her cheeks burned as she imagined him practicing his magic shirtless (because obviously, that's what one does when practicing magic), the sweat glistening on his skin as he—
Oshtur smacked herself on the forehead. "Enough!" she shouted, startling the magical orb she had been studying, which promptly rolled off her desk.
The worst part was how thrilling she found it that Ender was her sister's husband. The idea of Gaia's approval—of her even encouraging this, made Oshtur's heart race. The forbidden allure of the situation only fueled her imagination.
She let out an exasperated sigh, sitting back down and burying her face in her hands. "This is ridiculous. I'm a goddess of magic but here I am sitting here daydreaming about my sister's husband like a blushing maiden."
But then another thought crept in, unbidden: He's not just her husband... He's perfect. And if Gaia doesn't mind... well, maybe...
Oshtur groaned again, flopping onto her chaise. "I need to talk to Gaia about this before I lose my sanity. Or worse, end up using my scrying orb for something far less noble than spying on hot springs."
Gaia... she would understand, wouldn't she? she asked herself, hoping she could convince her sister to accept the idea of sharing Ender in the way she longed for. She always wanted a bigger family, after all. Why wouldn't she want to share him?
But there was still a knot of uncertainty in her chest She could not betray her sister, not in the way she feared. That would be crossing a line she could never take back.
And yet, a part of her was determined to talk to Gaia, to find out if this was something her sister might be open to. She had to know whether this was a possibility, even if it meant taking a risk and speaking to Gaia about it.
"She'll understand, she has to..." Oshtur whispered to herself, though the doubt lingered in the back of her mind.
(A different day same thoughts)
Oshtur sat in her chambers, attempting to focus on her magical research, but her mind kept drifting, specifically toward a certain silver-haired, winged deity who happened to be her brother-in-law. It was happening too much lately. She groaned, running a hand down her face. 'Get a grip, Oshtur,' she thought, but it was no use.
The image of Ender's broad shoulders, chiseled features, and that frustratingly captivating smirk refused to leave her mind.
She scowled at her own thoughts. "I'm a goddess of wisdom and magic, not some lovestruck mortal," she muttered, pacing the room. But as her imagination ran wild, she couldn't help but picture Ender wielding his power with a mix of grace and raw strength. And that voice of his... how does someone's voice sound like molten honey?
Oshtur paced like a caged tigress, her ethereal robes swirling around her as she struggled to rein in her increasingly wayward thoughts. She was a goddess, a being of immeasurable wisdom and power, and yet here she was, losing focus over a man, albeit not just any man. No, this was Ender. Her sister's husband.
The thought alone should have made her halt in her tracks, but it didn't. If anything, it made her blush deeper. She tried focusing on her research, turning her attention to a complex spell matrix hovering in the air before her. The glowing symbols seemed to mock her as her mind drifted yet again.
"Ugh, why is he so... so..." she groaned, unable to find the right word.
Powerful? Certainly. Noble? Of course. Caring? Gaia doesn't lie. Handsome? That wasn't even up for debate. But it was more than that. There was something about his presence, the effortless grace with which he wielded his magic and might.
Her thoughts grew more vivid, and she slapped her cheeks to ground herself. But it was no use. Images of Ender filled her mind: standing shirtless as he helped her in research. Why she was shirtless again? Because it was her fantasy.
Her cheeks burned as she imagined him turning, his piercing gaze locking onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke in that deep, voice of his. "Oshtur, are you ready to bear my child?" Her legs trembled at the thought.
Shaking her head furiously, groaning in frustration. "I'm a goddess of wisdom and magic, for crying out loud! What is wrong with me?"
But the more she tried to banish the thoughts, the more persistent they became. She flopped onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling as she remembered moments when she had caught glimpses of him during private moments with Gaia.
Again... she thought, cringing and blushing simultaneously. She hadn't meant to peek (like always). Truly, she hadn't. But her curiosity had gotten the better of her when she sensed Gaia's energy fluctuating in an unusually intimate way (like always when she peeked). And there he was, Ender, in all his glory, his wings unfurled, his divine body glowing faintly with power as he—
"Stop it!" she shouted, sitting upright and grabbing a nearby pillow to scream into.
The pillow muffled her voice but did nothing to calm her racing heart. Her frustration boiled over, and she hurled the pillow across the room, where it hit a magical orb resting on her desk. The orb wobbled precariously before rolling off and shattering on the floor.
"Great," she muttered, rubbing her temples. "Now I'm fantasizing about my sister's husband and breaking priceless artifacts. Just perfect."
But deep down, she couldn't deny the allure of the situation. The fact that Ender belonged to Gaia, her beloved sister, made it all the more thrilling. It wasn't just that he was a man of unparalleled strength and charm; it was that Gaia had chosen him. A man worthy of Mother Nature herself.
Oshtur's hand drifted to her abdomen as a new thought crept in, unbidden but not unwelcome. What if she could have a child with him? A being born of her magic and his strength, a protector to rival even Atum. The thought was equal parts practical and... enticing.
"I NEED to talk to Gaia," she muttered, standing and smoothing her robes. "Before I completely lose my sanity. Or worse, end up scrying on him in the bath, like always "
(Gaia and Oshtur)
Gaia sat beneath the ancient tree in her favorite garden, her hand gently resting on her rounded abdomen. The tranquil beauty around her was a testament to her husband's mastery of creation. A soft smile graced her lips as she recalled the moment little Atum, still young by divine standards, had pointed at her belly and asked, "Mama, why are you getting fat?"
The memory made her chuckle. She was overjoyed at the thought of their second child, the future protector of Earth, born of their love. Gaia didn't believe in forcing their children into such roles, but she knew their presence alone would strengthen their family and safeguard the world they cherished.
Her musings were interrupted as she sensed Oshtur's approach. Gaia smiled warmly. Among all her bonds, Oshtur's was the closest, next only to Ender. But today, there was something different. She could feel her sister's nervous energy even before she came into view.
Oshtur stepped into the garden, her gaze falling almost immediately on Gaia's abdomen. A soft, wistful expression crossed her face, and Gaia noticed the longing in her sister's eyes.
"Oshtur," Gaia greeted, her voice light and inviting. "How is your little magic project going?"
Oshtur blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It's going well. Ender has been helping me with it," she replied, her tone even, but Gaia caught the slight tremor of hesitation.
Silence hung between them for a moment, Oshtur fidgeting while Gaia watched her with a knowing smile.
Finally, Gaia sighed softly, breaking the quiet. "You can tell me, Oshtur. What's troubling you?" Her voice was gentle, but there was an unmistakable undertone of understanding.
Oshtur's face turned crimson, and she looked away, taking a deep breath. Then, in a rapid burst of words, she blurted out, "I want to have a child…with Ender."
Gaia didn't react with shock or anger, as Oshtur had feared. Instead, her smile grew, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Ah, so you have finally decided to speak your heart," Gaia said, her voice calm and almost teasing.
Oshtur's head snapped up, her eyes wide. "Y-you knew?"
"Of course, I knew," Gaia replied with a chuckle. "You have been so obvious, Oshtur. The way you look at him, the way you linger when he speaks, even the way you avoid my gaze whenever I mention him. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"
Oshtur's shoulders sagged, her face burning with embarrassment. "I didn't want to disrespect you or come between you and him," she admitted softly. "But I can't deny how I feel, Gaia. He is..."
Gaia reached out, taking her sister's hand in hers. "Oshtur, you could never disrespect me. You are my sister, my closest bond, and I have always wanted a big, strong family. The more children Ender has with goddesses like us, the better it will be for Earth and for our family."
Oshtur blinked, taken aback by Gaia's calm acceptance. "You… you don't mind?"
"Mind?" Gaia shook her head, a dreamy expression appeared on her face. "Oshtur, I think it's wonderful. The idea of you and me sharing the same man, it's...enticing, in a way. It will only strengthen the bond between us, and I know Ender would cherish you just as he cherishes me."
Tears pricked Oshtur's eyes as relief and joy washed over her. "You are...you are really okay with this?"
"More than okay," Gaia said, squeezing her sister's hand. "I'll speak to Ender myself if you would like, or you can. Either way, you are family, Oshtur. And I would be honored to have you as my sister-wife."
Oshtur smiled, her heart lighter than it had been in years. For the first time, she allowed herself to truly imagine a future with Ender, a future where she wasn't just his sister-in-law but his partner, his wife, and the mother of his child.
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In the comics, Gaia gave birth to different powerful gods who will strengthen the pantheons of Earth, and in return, the pantheons will protect Earth, but here in my narrative it is different, Gaia has plans of Ender breeding powerful goddesses and has powerful children that will protect the earth from dangers, since she doesn't know about Avengers and others.
However, it won't stop her even if she knows because she wants to have a big family and lots of children to be the mother of, and she would need the help of her 'sisters' in this.
Man, these chapters are really difficult to write.
And my fingers are hurting like hell due to the cold.
Hope it was good.
You can imagine Oshtur looking like Storm or a tanned version of Gaia.
Power Stones?
Agamotto ✓