Threes too much
Anteros entirely lost himself in gentle fleshly revelry with Flidais. He'd enjoyed himself, hope she had enjoyed herself, but as he laid there atop his present Celtic lover, he felt what energies they all three had shared, go sour. Had he peeved the jealous little goddess of seduction off? Well good. That is what she gets for screaming another's name while he made love to her. Next time that he and Flidais would be together, he swore to himself it would just be a party for two. Now that they had eaten of the fruits of passion, he had a few options available to himself. He could either lay between these two lovers, one filled with certain contempt for him and try to sleep. Or he could leave Flidais and Tempest alone, go get that feast Ate had prepared and had informed him was waiting on him in the kitchen.
The former was the best choice. He certainly didn't want another fight with Tempest, not while Flidais was here.
Leaving Flidais with tender kisses he rolled out of his bed. Glancing at Tempest under blinkless lids, immune to her sullen display of jealously, he made his way toward the washroom to take a quick shower before going to the kitchen to satiate his hunger.
A little while later he was standing fresh in his kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee and waiting for the microwave to beep.
The former was the best choice. He certainly didn't want another fight with Tempest, not while Flidais was here.
Leaving Flidais with tender kisses he rolled out of his bed. Glancing at Tempest under blinkless lids, immune to her sullen display of jealously, he made his way toward the washroom to take a quick shower before going to the kitchen to satiate his hunger.
A little while later he was standing fresh in his kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee and waiting for the microwave to beep.