34. Friendship Pacts & Buttermoth #2
He looks at me with a hint of exasperation, "I didn't say I wasn't going to help you, Aleiraah.
I just can't let you do it all by yourself.
And before you say that you can do it all alone, I want you to know that you'll have me and my army behind you for support.
I'm not sure if you know but the goblin fueled unrests have increased over the last few years.
So I agree that something bigger is at play.
Maybe they're planning for a war. Zenith thinks the border unrest is escalating because of goblin orchestrated ploys.
I don't have all the details, yet. But we are fortifying ourselves.
You saved my mateship. Let me be the friend who you can count on. Yes?"
His words make my throat tighten. A friend, willing to fight for me. Guess I’m collecting those lately.
I fan my face, trying to keep the weepiness at bay. The hormones are running amok again! Curse this ill-timed pregnancy!
I'm glad I withheld this news from him though. Else there'd be no end to the dramatics. I nod with a small smile, patting the hand resting on my shoulder.
"Ok, let's get you settled." Ispahan leads me toward the living quarters.
"If your mates drop by, which I'm sure they would at some point, what would you like me to do?"
I don't even have to think before responding, "Leave them outside to rot."
It's been a few days since I arrived at Ispahan’s kingdom. Zahara and Zenith welcomed me warmly, insisting I’d brought them all closer. I refused to take all the credit, but they wouldn’t hear any of it. I started training with a sword again—my enhanced demonic powers making every strike sharper.
Zenith found me training one morning in the palace gardens and we had a friendly sparring session.
"I think you'd benefit from using a double sided battle axe. It'll allow better range of movement and if you carry two of them, you'd have a three sixty degree attack surface coverage." He'd suggested matter-of-factly.
Since he's the General of the Nephilim army and in charge of training the soldiers, I had seen no point in arguing. My grueling training had thus begun every morning that lasted until midday, when Zahara usually interrupted us, carrying a bubbling Butterball.
The little buttermoth's a joy to be around. Always gurgling or babbling something that only she understands. She offers toothless smiles like free candy to anyone who's nearby, effortlessly charming them.
I was surprised when I saw her the first time.
She'd looked at me curiously with Zenith's vibrant green eyes, set in a heart shaped face.
She's Zahara's twin with a tuft of corn yellow hair and delicate cheekbones.
A fragile pair of butter yellow wings sprouted from her back.
While I observed, she'd squealed, springing herself from Zahara's arms into mine.
"Flaming troll-farts! That was close!" I shouted, diving the remaining distance to catch her in time.
"Butterball! Don't spring so suddenly from mommy's arms! Auntie Aleiraah is too young to get gray hair from shock." I chided playfully, heart in my mouth.
She'd babbled happily, smacking my cheeks with her chubby hands, as if she expected me to understand Butterball-speak.
I nodded like I understood every word while her parents snickered at her antics. Having her so close in my arms, so trusting and happy, made me panic about the baby growing within me. Every time I thought about the tiny person I'm housing, I'd break out in cold sweat.
That's a new development, with his or her presence becoming more real everyday.
Evidence is the amount of meat I'm consuming.
Even Ispahan observes me slack-jawed when I ask for my fourth or sometimes fifth helping of meat dishes during dinner or lunch.
Makes me wonder if I'm growing an army inside my tummy.
I still have misgivings about how I'll fare as a mother all by myself. This is not how I'd envisioned my life when I'd gotten married.
The need to ingest direct carnal essence keeps growing everyday. But the thought of physical intimacy with anyone is a turn-off. I'm surrounded by an excess of Nephilim males wherever I go in the palace but there's no physical urge to act upon.
Ispahan, Zahara and Zenith had a threesome the other day which they'd invited me to. They'd liked me instructing last time and wanted a repeat experience. I was happy to oblige and partook in imbibing their indirect lust. It satiated me somewhat, keeping the hunger at bay.
The everyday training sessions and playing with Butterball has been sapping my energy faster than I can replenish.
I need to imbibe arousal from a direct source but I refuse to be a willing cheater.
I've filed for a separation from my husbands to the Supernatural Council two days ago.
My mother's old contacts were happy to expedite the request, but I'm not sure how long these things take.
What I do know is that things need to move fast or else my idealism would be the death of me.
Wondering how the toads will react to the separation documents, I'm about to turn a corner in the corridor, when I'm hit by a strong thread of lust.
It's so potent that my steps falter and I've to lean on the wall for a moment. Sucking in a breath at the delicious taste, I sneak a peak. The sight instantly fans my arousal, and simultaneously confuses me since I thought I knew who the 'bottom' was between the duo.
Zenith is on his knees before Ispahan, who has his thick cock stuffed in Zenith's mouth.
He's in his everyday uniform and Ispahan is standing bare chested with his shirt lying on the floor and breeches bunched around his ankles.
Zenith is sucking Ispahan's cock with strong pulls as he kneads his ass, leaving behind fingerprints.
Ispahan flings back his head, moaning loudly for anyone to hear, "Zenny baby, please let me come. Don't torture me."
Zenith releases him with a pop and looks up with a severe frown. "You should've thought that through before going out on patrol and leaving me behind, Han. You think you're too smart? Ditching me and going on your own like that?"