AN: If you've read part one then you know one of the characters in this story has the ability to change his body. In this installment there is lactation. There is also mild incest near the end. I hope you enjoy!
"Why on earth would gods need to have a meeting?" Connor was sitting on Celeste's bed. Now that the god had awakened and had a mind-blowing foursome with his godly brothers and Connor he was loathed to go back to sleep. And truthfully, as long as he didn't go to the mortal realm and drain people dry for multiple nights on end no one would tell him otherwise.
Celeste was half dressed, wearing a short flouncy black skirt that stopped mid-thigh and his black shiny stiletto heels. He was digging in his closet, looking for a shirt when he answered, "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, can't you all see everything that's happening? You're omniscient right?"
Celeste let out a laugh that warmed Connor to his core, "Well, yes, you're not wrong," he turned around and held up a pale pink tank top, but when Connor shook his head no he threw it to the ground. He dove back into his closet, "but you see, I'm the god of lust, so I spend energy on that, making sure I divvy it out fairly, that people aren't abusing it and all of that good stuff, but-"
"How do you do that when you're asleep?" Connor interrupted.
Celeste turned around, annoyed and cocked a brow, "I'm not comatose. More like...in stasis. Annnnnywayyyy, I don't know what all the other gods are doing. Being," he smiled, "omniscient I could open up and peek in on the others but we are all so busy we don't bother. So we have meetings, make sure we aren't overlapping."
"How does that happen? Overlap I mean?"
Celeste pulled on a long sleeve black shirt that looked like tar poured all over his chest. Every line of muscle, every peak and valley could be seen. The neck was obscenely scooped, so low and wide that Connor kept watching to see if the god's nipples would pop out.
"It's quite easy to overlap. Take my brother Lawrence, he's the god of rebirth," Celeste walked over and plopped down next to Connor, "well one time the god of destruction called forth a forest fire. But Lawrence didn't know, so that area saw no new plants for years."
"Holy shit," Connor whispered and blushed when he saw Celeste smirk at him. He tried not to invoke godly figures of speech, but it was hard. He cleared his throat, "Is that the reason you have meetings now?"
"Not just that incident, but a smattering of others here and there and finally we came up with this system. There are still mistakes, but ultimately this works," Celeste stood, "I should figure out what perfume I wish to wear."
Connor watched as Celeste went to his vanity. Connor found the god utterly beautiful. He liked the juxtaposition of his slim body and feminine clothing against his masculine voice and commanding presence. Though, no one was more intimidating than Bartholomew, Connor thought.
"Wear the vanilla," Connor offered.
Celeste looked over his shoulder with smoldering eyes, "You get horny when I wear vanilla," he smirked.
The four of them haven't played for weeks since the spontaneous foursome they had in Connor's room. Aside from the time right after when Lawrence pleasured Celeste in the shower. Since then Celeste has flirted with his brothers and teased Connor. Every now and then Bartholomew would slap his ass when he walked by and Lawrence had taken up the habit of kissing him passionately before bed, but nothing sexual had happened. And it was driving Celeste insane. He had no idea why his brothers haven't ravaged him since. He assumed Connor wouldn't dare on his own, the human probably wouldn't do anything without Lawrence. But maybe his brothers, deep down, felt guilty. They were one of the few gods that were related. Maybe, afterwards they were ashamed of the incest. Maybe now, a few weeks out, their desires were tempered. Celeste didn't know and while he had plenty of other gods he could sleep with he only really wanted to share his modified body with his brothers and Connor.
Celeste opted for the Jasmine scent then went back to his bed. He took Connor's hands in his suddenly and leaned towards him. His lips were lightly tinted and shiny. Connor wanted to kiss him, but he held back. Instead he looked at the god wide eyed, his breath quickening.
"Can you answer something for me?" Celeste asked sweetly.
"I...uh...I can try," Connor glanced down and bit his lower lip when he realized Celeste's right nipple had come free of his shirt.
"Why haven't any of you..." he blinked slowly, watching Connor closely. He dropped his gaze to see what the human was looking at. He smirked when he saw his nipple, pink and slightly hard. He flicked his eyes back up and whispered, "you can touch it...if you want."
Connor looked up wide eyed, "Oh...um...I'm so sorry!"
"Why?" Celeste leaned in closer, his warm breath washed across Connor's lips as he spoke, "I already said it was okay," he whispered seductively.
Connor took a deep breath before reaching up and using his knuckle to rub against the bud.
"Yes...that's it," Celeste's voice was breathy.
The human continued to rub until the nipple was completely hard. He then took it between his thumb and index finger and started to roll the nipple. Celeste let out a gentle moan at that. Connor squeezed and pulled it softly, wanting to draw more moans from the gorgeous god. He removed his fingers and started to rub the nub again.
