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I’m not sure if it’s a statement or a question, and I straighten. When I look up, I realize that the man standing before me is not the blue-eyed Spidae from before. This one has silver eyes, and he watches me like a hawk watches prey. “I am,” I say to him, keeping my tone even. “I wanted to make sure the room was clean before I left.”
He glances around, then looks back at me. “It is clean now.”
“So it is.” The god seems to be waiting for something, and a ripple of awareness pricks at me. “Are you hungry, my lord Fate? Thirsty?”
“The gods do not have those needs.” His silvery gaze glitters.
“Do you have…other needs?”
That gets his focus. He nods, almost imperceptibly. “I am curious.”
I figured as much. I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them wanted to play with their new toy. But I’ve been in this sort of position before, and a body is just a body. So I give him a pleasant smile, hitch my skirts up to my waist, and bend over the large table in the center of the kitchen.
For a brief moment, I wonder if he’ll be offended. If he wants me in a bed instead, or if he wants me to suck his cock. But then a hand touches my flank, and I figure I’ve chosen correctly. It’s not about me. Never is. It’s about trying out a new plaything. I think about the other Spidae, the one with the blue eyes, and how he didn’t like my falsely bright smiles. No fake orgasms, then. I try to think if there would be some other sort of response that would please the god. Prayers? Supplication of some kind?
But then he’s on me, his weight heavy against my thighs as he presses me against the table. For a moment, he fumbles against my cunt, prodding but not making any headway, and grunts with displeasure.
Right. “A moment, my lord Fate,” I murmur. I lick my palm wetly, dragging my fingers in and out of my mouth until they’re slick and dripping, and then reach down to my cunt, and shove my fingers inside. A moment later, he’s there again, and this time he pushes into me.
My breath hitches at the size of him and the vaguely uncomfortable burn of his body as he thrusts into me, but that goes away quickly enough, and I lie still and quiet underneath him. He smells like dust, and he moves so hard and quick against me that his long hair teases my flanks. It’s strange, though. He doesn’t even grip my hips. He tries not to touch me at all, which is odd. The god grunts once again, and then something cold and wet floods my insides. That makes me squirm with a hint of surprise, but of course a god doesn’t cum like other men. It’s different, and I shouldn’t be surprised.
“Thank you, my lord Fate,” I murmur.
“Why are you thanking me?” His softening cock leaves my body and then his weight is gone.
“For honoring me,” I reply automatically.
“Are you honored, then?” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Am I? In a way, I suppose I am. A god had sex with me. I’ve had two gods inside my body now—Aron and now this Spidae. It amuses me that I probably have the holiest cunt this side of Aventine. “A god’s favor is always an honor,” I admit, and it’s the truth. When there’s no response, I shake my skirts down and straighten, pushing off the table. I turn around and no one is there.
I’m in the room alone. Hmph.
For a god, the silver-eyed Spidae has terrible manners. The least he could do is give me a pat of approval…if he approves of me at all.
Something wet and sticky trails down the inside of my thigh, and his cum feels different than expected. I shove my hand under my skirts and touch my pussy, wiping away strands of his thick release. When I pull my hand back out and examine it, I see spiderwebs.
I can’t decide if I’m revolted or amused.
* * *
A few days pass,and they begin to form a pattern. When I wake up, one of the Spidae is there, watching me. Usually it’s the blue-eyed one, as he seems more fascinated with me than the others. I lay on my back and let him use my body, staying quiet so I don’t give him false responses, and he seems content to thrust into me a few times and then finishes.
It’s not bad sex, but it’s not good for me. Then again, no one ever truly tries to make it good for me, so it’s not as if I’m surprised. After I clean up, Blue Eyes lets me out into the rest of the tower, and I spend my day cooking up meals for myself or digging around in the room of discards. I sew ornate dresses for myself. I make hand towels out of the cheapest-looking fabrics. I embroider a pretty apron. I gaze out the windows at my surroundings. I dust the kitchens and the room full of trunks, which I’ve come to think of as mine. I organize.
I keep myself busy, or I try to, at least. And I stay out of the way.
At some point during the day, the gray-eyed god will seek me out. I service him, too, and my sessions with him are as uninspiring as his brother. He waits for me to lick my hand, then pushes into me from behind and pumps a few times, and then disappears. He must be getting something out of it, I decide, as he seeks me out at least twice a day.
It’s all very…tepid.
The Spidae haven’t expressed disappointment in me, but I get the impression that something is off. It almost makes me feel like a child who has disappointed her parents, but I’m not entirely sure why. It doesn’t feel as if they seek interaction with me? Beyond the first day when the blue-eyed Spidae showed me around, they haven’t sought me out to speak with. They haven’t had conversations with me. They just show up to get their dicks wet.
If that’s all they want from an anchor, I suppose I can provide that.
But is this to be the rest of my life? Just a warm, occasional hole for a pair of gods that seem bored with everything? The dark-eyed one never comes to visit me. If anything, he’s avoiding me. That bothers me, too. I’m supposed to be serving all three of them.
After a full week of this, I decide to do something about it.
