“Perhaps
you do not grasp the gravity of the mating process Gia, perhaps I
should educate you. You will be the escort for the next prospects to
the full moon festival, watch and understand little sister I will not
lie and say the idea of you being bound heart and soul to a male does
not tickle me.” The great and powerful, stick up her ass Zari
chuckled that shits not funny and highly improbable.
“ The festival
is tomorrow we will have to travel all the way to Germany tomorrow
and it has been a long night, find someone else Zari I will take the
next one.” With a flippant hand gesture Zari continued on as if she
hadn't spoken.
“You can sleep on the plane, which consequently
leaves in an hour and a half. Oh and do remember clothing is
optional.” Another chuckle as Gia rose to leave, a private plane
full of jittery, age old succubi awaiting binding, not fun times.
Ashlin and Mairi we faithfully waiting outside of Gia's bedroom, they
wordlessly followed her inside, waiting to see how serious this one
was, these really were her best friends in the whole world.
“No
rest for the slutty guys, help me pack I have to escort the prospects
tomorrow which means I am on my way to Frankfurt tonight.” Both
girls exchanged weary glances and began to raid the closet and
dresser immediately proffering lace, silk and leather they really do
understand.
“Do you worry you might...you know...be claimed?”
Mairi's muffled voice carried from the closet examining a pair of
knee high black leather boots. Though there is always the
possibility, Gia just could not bring herself to even consider it,
she was the raven haired Aphrodite, a goddess of debauchery and the
Harbinger of hangovers. There will be no taming of the dragon lady,
before she could speak ever watchful Ashlin already read Gia through
and through.
“I pray mercy on the poor male, for it will be a
bloody battle at best.” Giggles erupt, Ashlin's fiery red tresses
fall in curls around her waist as she holds up a pair of silk
panties. “Realistically, with all the demons, Lykae, and other
realm hunks, are we really going under the pretense of panties?”
“Don't forget Incubi though, I am certain she who shall not be
tamed will avoid them at great cost.” Mairi chimed in piling pair
after pair of shoes on the bed. Trying to look appalled, Gia tossed a
slipper, then thought about it.
“Since when is it frowned upon for
succubi to feed?” Both girls sobered long enough to erupt into
another fit.
“Since when do succubi need to feed multiple times a
day...everyday?” Ashlin tossed at her followed by Mairi.
“ And
with no less than three demon warlords, whom if I recall correctly
had to all but crawl from this very room!” Gia grunted as she laid
across the overly full suitcase, while both girls pulled at a zipper
on either side. A girl could never have enough clothes for a weekend,
and she was notorious for teasing men into a frenzy resulting in a
surmountable clothing causality count.
The giggling and chatter was withstand-able for about ten seconds
while Gia secured her baggage, and entered the private plane with the
fifteen prospects, as she suspected not fun times. She secured her
ear buds and let the sweet, growl of angry girl rock fill her ears.
The volume low enough so she could monitor her surroundings old
habits die hard, forged in times of battle, Gia was always watchful.
She caught tidbits of conversation flowing around the cabin, despite
her best efforts one of the younger prospects murmured to a group
about needing guards.
“They are here to keep you in line, you are
to only give your attentions to incubus males. Though we will see
little of Gia the Conqueror once we are in the thick of the
festival.” One of the females sniped, fair assessment I am not down
to babysit frenzied females.
“That's Gia? She is centuries old and
of legends why is she not bound? She is beautiful!” She had to
fight the urge to scoff, wait for it little one.
“Gia likes to
think of herself as above such things, I have heard she is powerful
and domineering. I once overheard Mother Zari saying that Gia would
only be claimed by an iron will and a monks patience.”
Trying, was
her first adjective used to describe herself, domineering? No
comment. Surrendering to sleep, Gia drowned out the rest of the noise
hoping for peace in the hours to come. Though her German was a wee
bit rusty she never remembered anyone being less accommodating,
trying to explain that though B.O.B (battery operated boyfriends) can
be earth shattering, it is not a weapon of mass destruction. The
security guard was not convinced and poor Leo was detained,
indefinitely which meant that Gia's already sour mood took a sharp
dive. At least her request for a separate room had been granted,
first things first walking over to the jacuzzi jet tub, she turned
the hot knob as far as it would go barely adding cold flooding the
room with thick steam. Leaving a trail of clothes back through the
room on her way to the bar was her way of marking her territory,
claiming the space for her own. Smooth amaretto to warm her belly,
Gia stopped in front of the mirror clearing it with a hand examining
the intricate pattern trailing her right side from breast to hip the
only thing marking her flawless golden skin.
“Stories of long ago,
fancy and foolishness from the great Gia.” she muttered throwing
back the last of her drink and climbing into the bracing water, the
heat warmed her to her bones comfort like she had never known caused
her to moan. Nothing was moving her right now not even the light foot
steps that crossed the threshold or the resounding knock on the open
bathroom door.
“Yes?” ......
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