man was a god. Thunder rumbled around her
milliseconds before the water bubbled to an unbearable temperature. Oops! Being the ice goddess sometimes paid off. Well, he was certainly an angel. That
should soothe the Father’s ruffled feathers over hearing her call Uri a god.
She giggled, happy for the first time in decades.
Keeping her promise wasn’t going to be hard if every night
was like last night. Being with him had been much better than she’d thought it
would be. For years he’d been an excellent lover in her mind. Something was
different this time. Rolling it around in her head, she latched on to a couple
words. Tenderness. Caring. The way he laughed along with her when she flew him
into the night sky. There was joy in his voice, the pure look of delight on his
face. It must have been hard for him to keep his promise of no magic but he had
until the very end. It tugged her heartstrings. She liked spending the evening
in his bed, and his arms. Mort looked forward to more. But they could only play
at being lovers. When the time came to let him go, could she? Would she?
“I can’t worry about this today,” she said aloud.
“What can’t you worry about, sister?” Nona’s words snatched
her back to reality.
“How would you like it if I went creeping around your bath?”
“You’d have to spend more time at home to catch me.” Nona
looked pensive. “Why is it everyone has stopped using magic? I hope this
affliction never touches my existence.”
Rising from the water, Morta grabbed a fluffy towel and
patted her body dry. “Don’t you get tired of the same thing every day and yearn
for something different?”
“Hmm, I do. But what would I do about it? Dabbing myself
with a towel holds no appeal for me.”
“Perhaps someone doing it for you?” Mort noted the pink
flush that rose up her sister’s neck to rest on her cheeks. “Why, Nony, you’re
blushing!”
“I am not.” She went to stand by the open French doors.
“Just a heat flash.”
“Heat flash my ass.” She pulled on plain, comfortable white
nylon panties, tugged a silky royal-blue sheath over her head and slipped into
a pair of silver sandals encrusted with colorful crystals. “It’s rather a nice
feeling you know.”
“You haven’t called me by my pet name in years. We have
become a stodgy bunch. I have an idea—let’s go shopping.”
“Shopping? For what?” Bathing and dressing like a human was
one thing but she continued to fabricate everything she needed or wanted. The
idea of rushing in and out of stores, jostling through crowds to try clothing
on, was foreign to her. A little too human.
“And you consider yourself a modern woman.” Nona’s smile was
contagious. “Patricia and Yael told me about some shops we can visit.”
She gave it thought. “I think I’d like that. I warn you
though, if you keep sifting through my mind, I’ll give you a real picture show.
Let’s go.”
Stirring the air mildly, they were gone and laughter tinkled
along their shimmering path.
* * * * *
Morta peered into the mirror over her shoulder at her ass in
the skimpy black bathing suit. Would he like this on her? It’s so tiny .
Yeah, he probably would. Her heartbeat picked up. Thinking about him on her, in
her, set her blood to boiling and her temperature spiraling up for the umpteenth
time. Shit, if she kept this up she would lose the ability to formulate and
shoot the ice spears she was famous for. She felt the color rising in her
cheeks. I’m blushing like a bride . “How do human women stand being so
naked in front of others?” She always swam in the nude so it was not like she
needed a swimsuit but it was sexy. Like all the pretty underwear she’d already
selected.
Nona chuckled at her question. “I’m still trying to figure
out how they stuff their breasts in this contraption.”
Her sister stood at her side, ogling her own body in a sexy
red demi-bra. She tucked long honey-colored hair behind her ears. “Maybe
milliseconds before the water bubbled to an unbearable temperature. Oops! Being the ice goddess sometimes paid off. Well, he was certainly an angel. That
should soothe the Father’s ruffled feathers over hearing her call Uri a god.
She giggled, happy for the first time in decades.
Keeping her promise wasn’t going to be hard if every night
was like last night. Being with him had been much better than she’d thought it
would be. For years he’d been an excellent lover in her mind. Something was
different this time. Rolling it around in her head, she latched on to a couple
words. Tenderness. Caring. The way he laughed along with her when she flew him
into the night sky. There was joy in his voice, the pure look of delight on his
face. It must have been hard for him to keep his promise of no magic but he had
until the very end. It tugged her heartstrings. She liked spending the evening
in his bed, and his arms. Mort looked forward to more. But they could only play
at being lovers. When the time came to let him go, could she? Would she?
“I can’t worry about this today,” she said aloud.
“What can’t you worry about, sister?” Nona’s words snatched
her back to reality.
“How would you like it if I went creeping around your bath?”
“You’d have to spend more time at home to catch me.” Nona
looked pensive. “Why is it everyone has stopped using magic? I hope this
affliction never touches my existence.”
Rising from the water, Morta grabbed a fluffy towel and
patted her body dry. “Don’t you get tired of the same thing every day and yearn
for something different?”
“Hmm, I do. But what would I do about it? Dabbing myself
with a towel holds no appeal for me.”
“Perhaps someone doing it for you?” Mort noted the pink
flush that rose up her sister’s neck to rest on her cheeks. “Why, Nony, you’re
blushing!”
“I am not.” She went to stand by the open French doors.
“Just a heat flash.”
“Heat flash my ass.” She pulled on plain, comfortable white
nylon panties, tugged a silky royal-blue sheath over her head and slipped into
a pair of silver sandals encrusted with colorful crystals. “It’s rather a nice
feeling you know.”
“You haven’t called me by my pet name in years. We have
become a stodgy bunch. I have an idea—let’s go shopping.”
“Shopping? For what?” Bathing and dressing like a human was
one thing but she continued to fabricate everything she needed or wanted. The
idea of rushing in and out of stores, jostling through crowds to try clothing
on, was foreign to her. A little too human.
“And you consider yourself a modern woman.” Nona’s smile was
contagious. “Patricia and Yael told me about some shops we can visit.”
She gave it thought. “I think I’d like that. I warn you
though, if you keep sifting through my mind, I’ll give you a real picture show.
Let’s go.”
Stirring the air mildly, they were gone and laughter tinkled
along their shimmering path.
* * * * *
Morta peered into the mirror over her shoulder at her ass in
the skimpy black bathing suit. Would he like this on her? It’s so tiny .
Yeah, he probably would. Her heartbeat picked up. Thinking about him on her, in
her, set her blood to boiling and her temperature spiraling up for the umpteenth
time. Shit, if she kept this up she would lose the ability to formulate and
shoot the ice spears she was famous for. She felt the color rising in her
cheeks. I’m blushing like a bride . “How do human women stand being so
naked in front of others?” She always swam in the nude so it was not like she
needed a swimsuit but it was sexy. Like all the pretty underwear she’d already
selected.
Nona chuckled at her question. “I’m still trying to figure
out how they stuff their breasts in this contraption.”
Her sister stood at her side, ogling her own body in a sexy
red demi-bra. She tucked long honey-colored hair behind her ears. “Maybe
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