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[choicely]

He's here?

[princess_of_ida]

Yeah. John Gaius.

The King Undying, Necrolord Prime, His Celestial Kindliness, King of Nine Renewals, Emperor of the Nine Houses, Lord of the Sharpest Edge.

I can go on. He's also my boss and I am His Loyal Hand. Most of the time.

[choicely]

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

He's God. Your God.

[princess_of_ida]

[There was a very long pause.]

You fucked him, didn't you?

[choicely]

What makes you say that?

[princess_of_ida]

The reaction. Also, he's a giant slut and you're hot.

[choicely]

So it was only a matter of time?

[princess_of_ida]

It was a matter of time before he tried. I will admit, he is an attractive man. In fifty years when he stops treating me like a daughter, I might go there myself.

[God did have a thing for blondes.]

[choicely]

Attractive, certainly, but he knows how to use it to his benefit.

At least between God and myself, one of us has the advantage there.

[princess_of_ida]

You can just call him John. He gets weird about being called God unless he wants to flex his authority. And really, he's not that great of a god. Before we ended up here, he fucked off on a bender and left me to hold the Empire together.

...don't tell him I told you that.

[choicely]

Left all of it on your very capable, shapely shoulders, did he?

[princess_of_ida]

Gilded Fist. Someone had to do it.

He also knows that feeding my ambitions is a way to keep me mostly in line.

[choicely]

And what does the rest of you not in line do?

[princess_of_ida]

The rest of us lyctors? They're all dead except for one that's a traitor and another that's been missing. The Imperial Heir isn't good at governing anything other than her sword.

Honestly, everyone should fucking thank me for covering for God.

[choicely]

We should all go one right after the other and worship you properly in close succession.

[princess_of_ida]

Yes, yes, everyone should serve me.

[Unlike when she said it as a monster, this time she used the singular instead of the plural.]

[choicely]

[ there's just the notes of amusement carrying across that telepathic connection — like an impression on ianthe's thoughts, there and then gone. ]

I'm not sure I want to be in competition with everyone.

[princess_of_ida]

Who said it was a competition? I'm very generous to those that please me. Or I favor.

I wonder who might be on that short list...

[choicely]

I do remember that. I had the ache between my thighs to remind me a while after.

[princess_of_ida]

...is that the only thing that lingered? I don't have clear recognition of what all I did - mostly emotions, faces, colors, tastes, and maybe some words. I probably should've checked on you, but you're the only one that doesn't feel... bad.

[choicely]

Oh no, not at all. The details are... particularly vivid.

[ she's not terrified about it, even if perhaps she should have been, and that filters through too. ]

You took care of me. Quite well.

[princess_of_ida]

Good. You tasted fucking fantabulous and your eyes, your beautiful violet eyes, are strong in those flashes of memory.

You know, I don't need to be a monster to fuck you like that. It's one of those tricks I hinted at when we first hooked up.

[choicely]

I'll admit I was grateful to be found in your favor, even if I woke up in the middle of the woods.

You're talking about fucking me with a cock like that?

[princess_of_ida]

Me too. I ate the others. And yeah, it's an advanced theorem utilizing flesh magic. Only animaphiliacs can really craft it.

[choicely]

Flesh magic. Somehow I'm not entirely surprised.

But I am intrigued.