Sekhmet squirmed in bed from Nerata'ari's assault on her vagina. The Goddess looked down between her breasts, past her stomach, to see the top of her lovers head as she slowly worked her clit like a magician. Nerata'ari liked to tease her sometimes by going incredibly slow, building her to an orgasm that might make her pass out.
Sekhmet could feel her slowly licking circles around her clit while she fingered her even more slowly. She placed a hand on top of her lover's head and just held her there, savoring every feeling.
Soon Sekhmet felt another sensation, a much less pleasant one.
Every God has a home entirely closed off to the rest of the universe, just like hers. No other being, God or mortal, could gain access to it without permission of the owner. This ensured there was always somewhere safe a God could retreat to if need be.
And now someone was ringing her doorbell.
Sekhmet tried to ignore it at first. Whoever it was didn't let her know who it was that was knocking, so they could kiss her ass. That and Nerata'ari's tongue was just too amazing to have her stop now.
Whoever it was asked permission again, then a third time, before finally announcing themselves. It was Mercury, carrying a message for her.
"Shit" she said aloud while trying to sit up in bed.
"What's wrong my love?" Nerata'ari asked, a look of sadness and disappointment on her face.
"Nothing's wrong, at least not with you anyway" she replied. Sekhmet reached out and cradled her lover's face with both hands, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. "We will have a guest soon is all."
With that she climbed off the bed and walked toward the stairs leading down to their training area.
"Who's coming?" Nerata'ari asked, trying to catch up.
"Mercury" she replied nonchalantly. "Oh, for modesty's sake" she added, snapping her fingers.
A silky soft blood red dress cascaded from both women's shoulders until it stopped just above their ankles. The shimmering fabric rippled in the breeze as both women stood near the sphinxes in the corner of the temple, waiting for their visitor.
Nerata'ari's head swam. She only met one other God besides her partner, and she helped kill that one. To top it off, she didn't even know that was a God until afterwards. Now she was meeting another one on friendly terms.
"When he gets here, treat him as an equal, not as someone above you. He'll never respect you, at least not to the level you deserve, if you act like you're less than him. You're my partner, my equal, and he needs to know it and act it."
The Oracle's stomach tied itself in knots. A million thoughts raced through her head.
How was she supposed to do that?
She was just a mortal with some powers, nothing like him.
He could easily kill me without much effort at all for just offending him.
I'll show him what I can do if he tries.
She called me her equal!
That last thought was repeated in her head ad nauseam, for her pleasure and as a reminder of how to behave when their guest arrived.
At first there was nothing but a speck in the distant sky, but within seconds he alighted a few feet from them.
Mercury was everything Nerata'ari had come to expect from a God. He stood just over six feet tall, with curly, sandy blonde hair and alabaster skin. His body, the embodiment of perfection of the male form, might as well have been chiseled from marble. His face was just as perfect, with light brown eyes, high cheekbones, a well proportioned nose, and jaw that was masculine, but not overly so. He wore a gold colored cap with wings on the sides, a battle skirt similar to the battle skirts the women wore, but with strips of gold instead of stronger bronze, and brown leather sandals with straps that wrapped around his ankles and calves and small wings on each side of the ankles.
"My dearest sister!" he exclaimed in a voice at the deeper end of baritone. He embraced Sekhmet with a tight grip and broad smile.
"It's good to see you again brother" she said warmly.
"How have you been? I've missed..." he cut himself off in mid-sentence upon seeing Nerata'ari.
Mercury stepped back, his eyes shifting from Sekhmet to Nerata'ari and back again.
Sekhmet surmised his thoughts and tried to soften any ill words he may have; "Before you say anything"
"No, before YOU say anything, I love you and I'm happy for you" he said smiling from ear to ear.
They embraced again, tears streaming down Sekhmet's face.
"I wasn't sure you'd be there for me"
"I'll always be here for you sister. You've been alone for so long, I'm happy you have someone now. Who cares about anything else. You've always been a great judge of character, far better than I, so I'm sure she's absolutely amazing."
Nerata'ari almost giggled out loud.
He just said I was amazing!
"She really is! Where are my manners? Mercury, this is Nerata'ari. Nera, this is Mercury, my dearest brother."
Nerata'ari blushed, "I...I...it's nice to meet you" she stammered.
Mercury took her hand in his and pressed it to his lips, "The pleasure is all mine my dear." He swung his left leg behind his right in a wide arc and bowed low when he said this. Nerata'ari thought it was both incredibly charming and way over the top for the likes of her.
Sekhmet waved her hand and the table by their bed filled with the best food and wine the world had to offer. It moved to the edge of the pool as she willed two divans into existence next to it. The two women sat on one while Mercury sat across from them. Sekhmet and Mercury caught up on old times, and eventually Nerata'ari overcame her shyness and spoke to him as well. She asked him all sorts of questions a human could think to ask a God, which he answered in kind. Nerata'ari was floored with his charm and grace. She was convinced no human man could ever be this charming, eloquent, or downright likable.
For his part, he had always loved his sister, and found Nerata'ari's company just as enjoyable. He had numerous questions for her as well, and found the most mundane details of her life quite fascinating.
He sat enraptured by their tale of killing Hati. "You know Fenrir will come after you, he can't let the death of his son go unavenged."
"Fenrir's a pussy, we'll handle him no problem."
Mercury cringed imperceptibly at his sister's crude language, "This may be true in most cases, but the assassination of his son is a different matter, even if he was slaughtering humans. Don't get me wrong, I never liked the brute or his family, and I'm not sad to hear he's dead, I'm just worried for your safety."
"Yours as well" he added, looking at Nerata'ari.
"Thank you" the Oracle replied.
"I understand your concern, and I'm happy for it, but we can handle Fenrir no problem."
"Have you considered the fact that he'll drag Skoll into this, and Loki might get involved as well?"
The Goddess shot her brother a look as if to ask if he really thought she was that stupid.
"I have to ask sister. I'm no fighter, so I couldn't help you, and while I'm fully convinced your beautiful accomplice in life is more than adequate in combat I'm not sure you could take all three of them at once."
"Would you prefer I went on the offensive and took them out individually?"
"What would the being think?" he asked, referring to the entity that granted all of them their powers.
"It's never cared before."