Abaddon was about halfway through his conversation with the girls when he felt a small 'nudge' in the back of his brain.
Bekka, Seras, and Tatiana seed to get similar feelings judging by the way their eyes temporarily lost focus.
"Ah… Seems that duty calls, girls. Think about our offer, okay?" He smiled.
The girls nodded to themselves in a stunned, hushed silence. Obviously, they didn't take what had just been offered lightly at all.
The wives took their husband by the arms and led him out of the room.
While making their way down the hall, the girls ran smack into Valerie, who was just leaving her forge.
Underneath her blue overalls, her body was covered in enough sweat to fuel so very colorful and slippery fantasies.
She also seed rather cheerful as she wiped her face down with a towel and t her lovers' gazes with a smile.
"You guys aren't going to believe this. I made a new piece today!" She exclaid in a shrill voice.
Valerie's excitent was understandable.
She hadn't actually created anything, magical or mundane, in around two hundred and sixty years.
At a certain point she lost her passion for it. Planets, armor, houses, whatever she created all felt the sa.
So eventually, she too walked away from her duties.
She focused on the brand of alcohol she created with Darius and of course, her relationship with the others and her children.
But there was always a bit of a hole in her life.
No matter how much she loved her family, she still needed purpose. Sothing to get her out of bed in the morning other than the sight of her husband taking off his clothes to get in the bath.
She was doing a good job at hiding it, but she had seriously begun to question herself and her sense of ingenuity.
But today she had decided to just… try sothing.
She created sothing not to match her status, or any sort of god-like weapon, but just sothing to bring her simple joy.
"Look at it! It's a sword in the shape of a dick!" Valerie cackled innocently as she held out the tal sculpture.
…Look, creation didn't always have to be grandiose and full of spectacle. Sotis it was fine if it was good for no more than a cheap laugh.
And Valerie was a sex goddess after all…
"I think tomorrow I'm gonna make a shield designed like a pussy to match it! Do you think you guys could convince Lisa to let hang it up in our room??" She smiled.
The answer was more than likely a definite no.
But her husband and wives were slow to respond because of another more noticeable factor.
Valerie hadn't been in her forge in two hundred and sixty years. aning she hadn't worn her patented overalls since that ti either.
Valerie looked damn good in overalls.
Especially when she chose not to wear a shirt underneath. Like today.
The heat that the unit were barely keeping suppressed at lunch was starting to spill out.
"I, erm… I think we can maybe convince her tonight over dinner if we tell her how much it m-ans to you..." Tatiana couldn't lift her gaze any higher than Valerie's chin.
"Y-You designed our entire ho, my love. It wouldn't be fair to not put things in you wherever you wante- I an, put things where you wanted them." Coincidentally Abaddon was having the sa problem.
Seras' fetish was a little different, as she was only focused on Valerie's sweaty arms and neckline. "I-I can nail you against the- I an, help you nail your works on the wall."
Bekka was more stimulated by the sll of Valerie than the sight of her. Maybe it was the canine part of her, but so sweat laced pheromones or musk may as well have been food.
She couldn't even formulate the words necessary to explain just how needy she was becoming.
She unconsciously wiped her brow and gave Tatiana several nudges.
The ocean goddess created a pitcher of water and handed it to her.
Bekka drank it all audibly without even pausing for a break to catch her breath.
Valerie just watched everything happen in confusion; still believing these reactions were sohow tied to her dick sword.
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"What's gotten into you guys? You don't think it's funny?"
Bekka wiped her chin of water just as everyone pulled their minds out of the gutter.
They looked at each of their montarily- with a single thought being passed between them instantly.
"We should talk about laying an egg." They all said at once.
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Abaddon and the girls gathered in their throne room in short order and with clear-ish heads.
As soon as Mira arrived, she could already tell that her parents were in one of their gross little moods again.
Valerie for so reason had everyone's attention in the palm of her hand. It seed that she was reveling in the attention.
Mira decided it would be best to make this little exchange quick.
"Emperor. Empresses. The Unongendi's mission to retrieve the abnormality was a success. I have both of the requested items in my possession."
"Do we have to keep up this charade since we're the only ones in here? I want to tell my baby what a good job she did." Valerie pouted.
"M-Mother!" Mira's face was flushed.
"That's 'Mommy'." Valerie corrected.
You're damn right it is… Everyone else thought at once.
"This is so unprofessional." Mira huffed.
"Yea, yea." Valerie dismissed.
She stood up and embraced Mira- even delivering her a kiss on the cheek.
…It was hard for her to pretend that she didn't like it.
Things beca even more difficult when the doors to the throne room were pushed open and her brother walked in.
"I heard soone's back from a big mission. I brought champagne." Apophis smiled.
"Official visits with the monarchy do not warrant champagne!" Mira pouted.
"What the hell is she on..?" Apophis raised a brow.
"Who knows, baby boy. Your sister is real funny acting these days." Valerie also kissed Apophis on the cheek as she materialized a glass of champagne in her hand for herself and her son.
Mira finally gave up and her deanor did a complete one-eighty.
Her shoulders slouched, her voice beca much more undignified, and her tone a bit babyish.
"Ah, whatever… I can never have nothing!" Mira flopped onto the armrest of her father's throne and dropped her head on his shoulder.
"It sucks… this all sucks." She pouted.
"Sorry to disappoint you, my daughter." He fought back a laugh.
*Unintelligible grumbling.*
Abaddon patted her cheek affectionately. "Show us what you've got then, princess."
Mira pulled out two items from seemingly out of nowhere.
One was a heavily bedazzled and ominous book.
The other was a small pink cube with sothing already stashed inside.
Mira tossed it into the middle of the room and it fizzled out.
What sprang free was a large creature with the body of a tatsu and the head of a lion. It was heavily wounded, but not unrecognizable.
Not for Abaddon.
He stood up instantly. His eyes imdiately betrayed his agitation.
"Jaldabaoth… Alive and well I see."
The beast looked up at Abaddon with hate filled eyes.
"Ah… Maybe not 'well'." Abaddon smirked. "My daughter seems to have made quite sure of that now, hasn't she?"
The beast hissed back at him. "You don't look surprised to see ."
"You were… on my mind a little more than a day ago. I'm not the kind of man who just has those kinds of drifting thoughts about enemies I best soundly."
Jaldabaoth cackled. Though the action proved to be too much for him and he ended up coughing out no small amount of blood.
"You seem so certain that this '' is the one you knew before. Haven't you looked around, cretin? There's a new world order."
"And yet you are not apart of it. You do not exist in this tiline. It was one of the first things I checked for when I unbound my mories."
Abaddon walked in front of his old enemy and kneeled down so that they were at eye level.
"But let's say that I didn't do all that. Isn't it more than enough of a tell that you are aware of the reset?"
Jaldabaoth was suddenly quiet.
Abaddon rested his jaw on his fist and smirked; showing off a bit of that infuriating beauty that made him so well renowned.
"Quiet doesn't suit you. Has imprisonnt dulled your sharp tongue..?"
Jaldabaoth snapped.
"YOU FUCK! DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO AS IF YOU HOLD SO SUPERIORITY OVER ! YOU WERE NOTHING WHEN I FOUND YOU! A FAT PIECE OF GARBAGE WHO COULDNT EVEN FIND HIS WAY IN THE STREET! THAT IS ALL YOU WILL EVER BE!"
Jaldabaoth roared re inches from Abaddon's face. He was practically close enough to kiss him.
The only thing keeping him from biting Abaddon's face would be the golden chains restricting his every movent. He couldn't even twitch on his own.
Holding the chains was a confident, leather jacket wearing dragon who was sipping a glass of champagne in stride with his mother.
His smirk was probably just as infuriating as Abaddon's was.
"Mind those manners now. We're supposed to be celebrating after all."
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