"Come and join us Daemon, bring a vampire or two with you," Mara muttered against her mouth and she moaned softly against his lips.
"Mara we're here for your blessing so Etani can get her magic back. She's the one I was trying to create."
Mara paused, though his fingers still moved against her and she grasped his wrist, gasping as he teased and toyed with her, keeping her in pleasure without giving her anything real.
"What are you talking about? That fantasy of yours? Daemon, can't this wait? I'm busy."
Daemon seemed to materialise at her side and she whimpered as Mara's hand was yanked free of her pants. Mara looked annoyed as he sat up and her eyes found Kai and Jaia.
Jaia looked livid, Kai only confused and scared. Versalis seemed to have fallen in love, but at Mara's annoyance, her own being grew annoyed at the demon's interruption.
"Think about it Mara, she's nine hundred, what happened nine hundred years ago?"
Trying to distract Mara, she licked slowly up the side of his throat and he gave a low growl, two hands gripping her hips and jerking her against him to feel his need.
"I don't know Daemon. Come back later, we're busy."
She had slid her hand slowly up under the pleated, colourful skirt and her nails teased his legs.
"Nine hundred years ago magic left Faerie and no one knew where it went. That's where it went."
Glancing at him, she found him pointing at her and she grinned, grabbing his wrist and yanking him down into the cushions beside her.
Her lips found his and Mara laughed gently, watching Daemon struggle to keep himself composed as both Mara and her own demonic lust triggered his own.
"Now you want me…" he growled, pushing her back but his eyes had begun to burn with need.
A loud slapping sound came from somewhere, but they ignored it, Mara reaching for Daemon's pants while another went to her hair and pulled her hair back roughly to make her moan.
"You've got yourself a masochist, that's what you have Daemon. Why haven't you taken advantage yet? You know how much fun they are."
Mara bowed his head over her and he kissed her hard, catching her lower lip between his teeth and biting firmly.
She whimpered, relishing the pain while a hand found her pants once more. It didn't get any further, Daemon snapping both hands away and shoving himself off the pillows.
"Damnit Mara listen to me!" Daemon snarled, glaring down at his friend.
"Stop being difficult. She wants it, you can smell it on her. She practically screams sex with every beat of her heart," Mara purred and she shivered.
Something grabbed her foot and suddenly she was yanked out from under Mara's hands, her back hitting the hard marble floor and her wings jarred.
Looking up, she found Versalis glaring down at her, a large red welt on his face.
"Hi Versalis," she purred and his pupils dilated suddenly as her need hit him. Swallowing hard, he grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet, a second pair of hands gripping her other arm and she glanced at Jaia, his nails digging into her arm painfully.
"Stop this now," Versalis snapped, glaring up at the God.
"Fine, fine. But I get to keep her for a while after I've listened to your story."
"Over my dead body…" Jaia snarled, his hands shaking.
Mara only sighed and crossed his arms with the other two sets on his hips, looking at Daemon.
"Fine, if I can't even pleasure the poor creature, talk."
"I managed to create a Creator like no other. When she was born she sucked up all the magic from the Creators when they were in the middle of trying to bring down the human world. She is the reason they failed and now they have that magic back. They are going to try again," Daemon said, and Mara glanced at her, this time she felt no wave of desire and she was coming down fast, wilting in the grip of her friends.
"You did that?" Mara asked.
"No, she did that. But now we need to get her magic back before the Creators can destroy the human world."
"Why not just come here to Faerie and stay? It would be easier," Mara said and threw her a sly smile. The thought of spending years with him had her shivering and she smiled in response, only to have Kai step in front of her and her sexual desire seemed to sputter out like a candle.
"Kai?" she asked, confused that he would be there. He was her child, not a lover.
"Hey honey, it's okay, just focus on me," Kai said, and she swallowed, staring into his face.
The need faded and she could hear Mara and Daemon talking but she focused intently on what was before her, searching every inch of his face until finally she felt back to normal, at least mostly.
Mara laughed and her attention flicked over Kai's shoulder, her cheeks flushing as she found Mara approaching, all six arms stretched out for her.
"It's okay Kai," Daemon said as the vampire turned on the God.
Kai was reluctant to move but as Mara closed the distance to her, she shook off the two restraining arms and met the God, her chin lifting as his head bowed and their lips met.
There was no expanding of her mind, rather it entirely shut down and everything went black.
Waking slowly, she frowned at the sight of the dome above her covered in long lengths of colourful cloth.
Sitting up suddenly, she looked around the room and found the small group of people sitting at a low table she hadn't noticed before. They were all sitting on the cushions, the table only high enough to allow their knees under it comfortably.
Looking to her side at a soft grunt, she found Jaia and she went still, staring at him suspiciously.
He had been asleep, sprawled out beside her with his arms protectively around her middle but he was stirring and looking around groggily.
"What happened?" she demanded, and he squinted at her, grunting something unintelligible.
Pushing herself up, she went still and looked down at herself. She had been changed and she wasn't much impressed by the change.
Her breasts had been hitched up far closer to her ears than she had ever wanted them to be, cupped in a silvery metal brassiere that barely covered then at all, patterned with vines and sharp thorns. It crossed up over her chest, enhancing the appearance of her rather spectacular cleavage.
Her skirt seemed to consist of nothing but a single strip of fabric that ran up between her legs and over her pelvic region and backside, held up around her hips by a matching silver belt.
Fabric hung from the underside of the brassiere by small loops and trailed down to the ground behind her, leaving her front and sides, including much of her backside open to the view of others when she walked.
A band was tight around her upper arm and she found her hands to finally be free, just in time for her to strangle whomever had dressed her.
Her long hair had been combed back, smooth and silky with a band holding it in place, though feeling it she found it to be a delicate silver crown.
Growling, she stalked towards the group and Kai gave a little squeak at the sight of her.
Turning, the men stared at her, her eyes flicking from one stunned face to the next before landing on Mara and his amusement.
"I'm going to rip your ears off!" she snarled, making him laugh.
"Well I see the temper didn't get bred out of her," Mara said as Versalis stood to stop her and her eyes went to him.
"Touch me and you're next."
He immediately took a step back, but he was clearly, obviously admiring her figure.
Turning on him, she slapped him so hard he was suddenly on the floor and she jerked back, staring at him and then her hand.
Versalis had left a rather large indentation in the ground and he was very clearly, at least temporarily dead.
"Versalis?" she asked, whimpering softly as she knelt at his side, seeing the side of his skull crushed in where it hit the ground.