Chương 833: Day Eight Hundred And Thirty-One

Dear Diary, Sometimes I wonder about my prophecies. Well, Mimic's prophecies. Or, if you wanna get technical, Odin's prophecies about Mimic's future actions. Which, since Mimic is me, means Odin's prophecies about what I'm gonna do. Actually, there's more than that, if you wanna get really technical about it.

'Walking Ragnarok' and 'Black Swan With A Thousand Thousand Young' are both names, Titles if you wanna get technical, I think, although I can't be sure on that until Saffron says it's okay to check my un-Blended Status. But they're also pretty clearly statements of intent. I'd call them 'poor man's prophecies', except my son is not in any way poor. That includes his mental capacity, which means he did that with... I was gonna say 'malice aforethought', but I'm not sure he really meant anything malicious about it.

Honestly, him being him, those were Good Ending prophecies disguised as Titles. So I've got Gods putting the weight of their words behind prophecies about me. Walking Ragnarok, which I take to mean that I'm the Twilight of the Gods by my very existence. Okay, technically I'm now remembering that 'Walking Ragnarok' was what One-eye called me. Conrad's original words were 'Living Ragnarok', which just lends more credence to the idea that I'm the herald of deific night or shit like that.

Then again, I am the one who literally summoned Domnu here, so Connie's brain meats are safe from any negative effects of that particular prophecy. Yeah, I remember that bit. You Prophecy, and it goes wrong, you go nutter butters and drink drain cleaner. But even with 'Black Swan With A Thousand Thousand Young', he's covered, because while I have yet to shapeshift into hypermelanistic waterfowl, I am in fact an unexpected event that changes paradigms.

Not only that, but I'm pretty sure that the paradigm shifts I've directly caused have had follow on paradigm shifting effects. To layer even more onto that, I've got fifteen kids already. Sixteen if you count Conrad, seventeen if you put Vulcan in there, and my brain ass keeps wanting to say there's an eighteenth, which I would find disturbing if I let myself think about it, but fuck that noise, I've got shit to do.

So even if I do not personally pop out or sire several hundred thousand more offspring, between the idea that 'thousand, thousand' might refer to two thousand instead of one million, all the crazy paradigm shifts I've touched off, and the fact that my Worshippers have decided the orphans adopted by my Temples are 'Tabitha's children', I think he's safe.

One-eye, on the other hand, already has some brain damage from 'four equals eight', and he's been nominally quiet long enough I'm willing to maybe cut him some slack on deliberately booting his ass down the wrong leg of the trousers of time. So I gotta maybe look into low impact versions of him getting eaten by Fenrir, Thor getting waxed by Jormungandr, 'casting them down from their high places' and 'delivering justice to the unjust'.

Like, yeah, I'm not against either of those, but for any Deity not dedicated to the idea of being a massive douchecanoe I think I'm willing to put some padding on the floor before casting them down, and Justice can be tempered with Mercy for those actively seeking Redemption. I do not think Medusa's rapist has any regrets over his actions or desire to do better, though. Thing is, I really do worry a little bit about Loviatar's bullshit. Like, if it wasn't entirely bullshit.

If I eat a Deity who is enough of an asshole that 'being an asshole' is part of their Portfolio, will that make me some major part asshole? I mean, I know that I'm at least a bit of a bitch, but that's just part and parcel of being a human. Doesn't mean I Revel in that shit. Speaking of Reveling, got some surprising insights from this Friday Night's Revel. After some quality intimate spouse time, Saffron pulled me back to the dining room a little early, smiled, and said, "mind if I'm a little naughty?"

I snickered and whispered, "after what we just did, a little naughty probably won't even be noticeable." She picked up a bowl of soup from the big cauldron Marie had brought in, drank some, fed me more straight from the bowl, then followed that up with a kiss so deep I'm half surprised she wasn't tossing my salad or some similar shit. Holy fuck that woman is good with pinpoint Shapeshifting, especially when using it for intimate activities.

In this case, though, she just used that tongue to put an even layer of spice so hot it made my hoo hah sweat all over my mouth and down my throat as far as she could reach. When she slipped away from me, she spun me around, slapped my ass, and said, "time for you to head down to Calverton, Goddess."

I realized right then that it absolutely was, gathered all the kids into one big tentacle hug, not to mention wrapping my actual arms around my ladies, then stepped down to the Altar at the Calverton Temple, dropping my clothes and my Blend as I did. Madeline turned from speaking with Orla where the two of them stood at the head of my line of Worshippers for the night, then sashayed slowly toward me as the rest of the congregation hummed out wordless seven syllable music.

Some part of my hindbrain picked up on that and started amplifying it, helping the acoustics just a touch. I realized right then that the teasing singsong Saffron had hard wired to the pleasure centers of my brain had one unexpected side effect, and quietly giggled out, "don't bully me, I'll come." Madeline snickered as she slipped her arms around me.

"Is that supposed to discourage me from bullying you?" I shrugged.

"Bullying is awful, but I find it amusing that particular kind wouldn't work any more."

"You... You know what I want." I looked inside that secret place, and nodded.

"May I?" I smiled, realizing that I had an opportunity to maybe help her with a little personal growth, even with this. Okay, realizing I had some really tasty bait to get her to take a step she definitely deserved.

"Are you worthy?" This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. She froze. Looked up at me, suddenly terrified. I kept my smile level, but that terror definitely had an effect on me.

"I'm..." I frowned just slightly.

"Am I?" I gently guided one of her hands to my breast, to a nipple so stiff it could cut steel, guided the other between my legs, which had enough lubrication to keep an industrial drill from smoking while it did so. I smiled at her.

"What do you think?"

"I... Am?" Her hands stayed right where they were, frozen. I nuzzled her temple, whispered in her ear, "so what are you waiting for?" So she stopped waiting. Funniest part of the whole thing had to be when she realized that my Kitten had definitely doused my mouth with capsaicin. Goddess? Have I displeased you? Yeah, her mouth was a little full at the time, and still a little on fire from the kiss that started everything off. Fortunately my Kitten replied, letting me focus on mouth related activities.

No, this is more a prank and a goad and a reward, Madeline Magda, High Priestess of Tabitha Diaz to Calverton. Prank? From her reaction, Mads found Kitten's chuckle as exciting as I did. You are one of us, and so I tease you gently in ways you will enjoy. Goad? For the same reason it is a reward. Your Titles and your training will prevent actual damage. Your inclinations, much like our Goddess', will let Pain ignite your Passion, and... Mads reply got kinda fuzzy as I my tongue got into the rhythm of things. And?

And spice amplifies sensation. Mads lost the ability to speak coherently at that point, even mentally. Win for your girl Tabitha. In every sense of the word, because Madeline definitely Worshipped with Passion and Ecstasy. Got even more fun when I pulled straight from those hidden desires and used surreptitiously transparent tentacles to show off her toned body, posing her again and again for maximum exposure, while my newest High Priestess rode my face like a bicycle seat.

Right near the end, I whispered into her brain, you sure? Please, Goddess! Please! I beg of you! Achievement Get: Enthusiastic Consent. Kinda interesting keeping the whole thing going for a full round after she absolutely passed the fuck out.

Co-Located to my Maw as the rest of my ladies watched her, quietly laughing with shared glee at our antics, as even here in the realm of Souls and Gods, where my most devout Worshippers found themselves in their dreams, she writhed in inescapable Ecstasy as the rest looked on and giggled with vicarious joy at both the shadow of Mads' Soul twitching in their midst and the image of why on the big screen.

"Again?" I whispered into her Soul's ear. She nodded jerkily.

"May I?" Her eyes shot open, nodding. On the Altar, I stood, slipping her into an upright version of that hip dislocating scissor Marie demonstrated on Siobhan's first night. I stared into her eyes there above my Maw as her smile etched its way across her face.

"You're gonna wake up a little sore." Kinda got a surprise when Madeline's Soul shadow in my Maw lunged up, grabbed me and whined, "again!" into my mouth. Very sore. Right at the height of 'again', her Soul's shadow outright exploded across the surface of my Maw. Nothing but raw, joyous Ecstasy in its purest form. I still checked her pulse and everything else when I laid her on the Altar, kissing her forehead gently. I couldn't bear to maybe mar the smile her face had gotten stuck in. Orla came up next.

Normally Orla was the picture of sublime self-confidence, but this time she looked a little awed. Maybe a little scared.

"You.... Is she?"

"Awake? Not even close. Alive? Maybe completely so for the first time in a while." With that Orla got a good look at Madeline's face before a couple Temple volunteers gently picked her up to deliver her somewhere to sleep it off.

"May... May I?" I gently pulled her to me, looking deep inside as I did.

"Is that really what you want?"

"I..." She trailed off, considering.

"I want... I want to be..." She broke down right there in my arms. She cried, she muttered, she kept trying to speak. I held her, I crooned softly to her, I rubbed her shoulders and her feet and held her snug against me. Eventually the images, the sensations deep in that secret place settled into something coherent. Some things, really. I held her out just far enough I could look her in the eye.

"You want to undergo the Trials?"

"I do, but..." I smiled at her. Smirked at her.

"But you want me to ask you to take them." She nodded. So over the next little while, which took up the rest of the night, I posed her like a life sized action figure. All the Clergy and volunteers at the Temple here in Calverton were in good shape, but Orla definitely pushed into the same kind of outrageously buff figure I had when Blended. I posed her, I showed her off, I walked around her, hamming up my evaluation of her body.

I let her push against me, muscles standing out as well as any pro bodybuilder I'd ever seen back in the day. Pretty much isometrics, what with her being a big, buff, Heroic Warrior Mage, and me being a land mass with pinpoint precision, but still made her look so good the congregation oohed and aahed repeatedly.

Kinda funny, but while my Worshippers' secret desires often included happy endings, and had plenty of times just included me quietly talking with or caring for them without a hint of sex involved, this was the first time I'd had someone deliberately want me to rev them up them leave them hanging. As dawn approached, I pulled her up in front of me where I sat on the Altar. Loud enough for the congregation to hear, I asked, "so, you want me?" She nodded, kind of out of breath from flexing and excitement both.

"If I asked you to fuck, right now, what would your answer be?"

"Yes, oh, Goddess yes." I smiled up at her, felt the wickedness seeping out of it.

"It would be cruel to both of us for me not to ask right now, wouldn't it?" She whimpered an affirmative.

"Well then. I guess I ought to, then. Orla Calvert, will you please travel to the Temple of Love and undergo the Trials to become my High Priestess?" She whimpered, nodded.

"What was that? I can't hear you."

"Yes!" I wasn't absolutely certain she hadn't finished herself right then, but fuck it, she looked so hot I couldn't help but follow through with the rest of what she wanted, needed deep inside. I pulled her close.

"So go, but know that your fate is still uncertain, even if your Trials are successful." Her face clouded with uncertainty until I whispered, "can't decide if I'd want to take the dress off or leave it on the first time." I do not know why watching an absolute unit of a woman like Orla giggle was so cute, but by fuck it absolutely was.

Popped a copy of Karen's dress on myself to clean up the Altar a few moments later at sunrise, then let everyone know that barring some emergency, I'd be back on Tuesday for the New Moon Revel. Went home, scooped up the kids, and took them to school for the day along with all my other daily stuff. Overall, the day wound up being almost perfect from sunset to sunset. Almost perfect. About half an hour before sunset, Saffron thought, you're needed on the Black Dragon, love.

I stepped one of me to her mast, and before I could even ask what was going on, saw the massive forms of a pair of glowing Great Kraken just off the port bow.