While an exhibitionist at heart, surrounded by so many alluring mermaids felt a bit daunting. I gripped the bit of spongy alabaster coral pillowed beneath my head to hide my trembling fingers. My Inner Goddess felt like a decadent dessert waiting to be devoured on a banquet table. 

My fingers flowed over Hermes’ taut and smooth body while my pert nipples were sucked and teased by Hermes’ mouth, and Hephaestus’ nails dug into my porcelain hips as he drove his face deeper into my goddess. My soul felt like it was awakening for the first time in my life. If I had only…

Instead, without hesitancy, his touches were cautious questions of consent as his hands explored, waiting for my eager response before proceeding. Not exactly the experience I expected from this towering Knight, yet, I reveled in his complex affection, and the beautiful art of intimacy with him was a cherished experience. 

She was still the sweet girl of my childhood and a phenomenal listener. Yet, she had grown into a feisty and fierce woman—a warrior queen and defender of womankind. 

Unrelenting in his giving, he held me tightly in his arms as I tried not to claw him as the powerful orgasms threatened to rip me apart in pleasurable agony.

“Oh, Gawd,” he moaned. “I want to start this evening all over again.” I was rewarded with another delicious kiss, his fingers finding purchase in the softness of my freed tresses.

It had been eight months since The Veteran visited my bed.