Page 63 of The Goddess is Fierce
I didn’t know if George came that hard because her vagina was celestially blessed, but every time she did, she’d clamp down on my cock so hard and flutter around it until I came myself. Drake wasn’t that far behind me. We pinned George between us as we were all wracked with pleasure.
Everyone joined us on the blankets and pillows for the post-coital puppy pile. There were still a few more hours until the moon went back to sleep, but there were a lot of us and only one of George. The rest of the night might be spent sleeping and snuggling, but crystals weren’t the only thing that recharged under the full moon. It was one of the reasons moon orgies were held outside no matter what the weather.
I wasn’t a student at the Academy of the Profane. The next four years would be me signing in Oscar’s classes and maybe picking up some things in his classes shifters could use since I technicallyhadto pay attention. My people here whowerestudents could just focus on classes now that Hedylogus was chilling in some creepy jar somewhere in the Netherworld.
We were all a supportive group, so it wouldn’t be just George helping Baldur and Drake heal from what Hedylogus did to them. We would all be doing that. Azren was the smartest person any of us knew. Reading lips was hard and not everyone managed it. Oscar had been struggling with it as long as I’d been trying to teach him. Azren might know something that would help him master that.
Oscar told us Azren had tried to heal the damage that had made him deaf and wasn’t able to do it. I didn’t know if Oscar had figured this out yet, but I had. I was pretty sure Azren not being able to heal him had been the Fates fucking with Oscar tocorrect a mistake they made a long time ago. Oscar was the hero in this whole Hedylogus messbecauseAzren couldn’t heal him.
Eventually, I would tell him that. For now, there were a lot of people reeling from the whole situation that needed to heal from it. When we got back to our realm, we’d all be doing just that in between classes, dodgeball, and moon orgies.
And if another fucking god decided to creep on campus and get stupid, we deal with them, too.
epilogue
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The Academy of the Profane was stressful for the next four years, but it wasn’t ‘rogue serial killer god who could take away free will’ stressful. It was stressful in the way that I had to figure out my mimic powers for actual grades instead of the way the other gods figured out theirs and I really liked winning dodgeball games.
Everyone close to me helped me figure out the trigger for my mimic gifts. By the time I graduated, I could go running with Matilda, West, or Mags as any shifter I wanted. I figured out how to bite Church back and make it feel good like he did. Several of my guys requested the bite. Drake eventually told meBasilisk venom is extremely painful for anyone other than other Basilisks. If a Basilisk bit another Basilisk, it was supposed to be an aphrodisiac, so I figured that out, too.
I learned to tap into the whole Kitsune thing like Ren, but the same rules applied to me with tails as every other Kitsune. I’d only get more than one tail if I earned it, so Ren and I raised a bit of Hell to see if I could. Oscar was able to teach me his magic so I could cast it like a Bruja if I was near him.
Azren and Baldur stayed closed to the Academy of the Profane until we all graduated. Azren taught history and my dad roped Baldur into teaching sculpture as part of the magical art program. The dwarves who taught Baldur how to work a forge didn’t just make weapons. They made art and jewelry and Baldur loved working with his hands and creating things.
Odin took us all to Asgard so Baldur’s new family could meet his old one. They were all wary of me at first because of his ex-wife, which I got, but they soon warmed up to me. Baldur’s mother, Frigg, was a god of marriage and motherhood. It barely took her five minutes of being around us for her to decide we were all better for Baldur than his ex-wife.
Baldur’s half-brother, Thor became my new idiot big brother. He made me arm wrestle him to prove how much I loved Baldur. Thor was even bigger than Baldur, which I didn’t think was possible, so he beat me, but I gave him a good fight. Apparently, Thor preferred Asgard and rarely left now, but when Baldur told him about dodgeball and that a good bit of his new family played, he came here to watch one of our games. It only took one game for Thor to be just as obsessed with dodgeball as West was. It was seriously adorable.
A lot of our dodgeball team had pro offers when we graduated. My idiot brother and Dexter got recruited for the same team because they worked well together. They took theoffer. Drake turned his down. He loved dodgeball and was an amazing goalie, but it was music that made him whole.
The league came sniffing around Oscar again when he proved he was still a badass player, despite losing his hearing. Oscar was good at dodgeball, but he loved art. My dad might not have been teaching art, but he had enough connections to get Oscar’s name out and Bram had done what he promised with his shop. Oscar’s flash was out there for people who liked tattoos and all that was left was Oscar learning how to put it on people himself. Oscar told the dodgeball league to sincerely eat his ass for not standing by him the first time.
The same team that recruited Michael and Dexter tried to nab me too because they needed a new team witch and Michael and I could do amazing things. I didn’t particularly want to go pro. Ilovedplaying dodgeball, but it wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life. I was a god, and I was pretty sure I was given mimic powers to help people.
So, I made a little deal with Michael’s new team. Their team witch could do what I did with Michael with witchcraft and a lot of spunk. I negotiated a nice little sum to train their team witch so that my signature move with my brother wouldn’t die when he went pro and I didn’t.
I used the money to buy us a house in California near Ren, West, and Oscar’s family. I already had a house in Profane. Freya left me her estate when she was Minerva Krauss. So, we had properties on the East and West Coast, Azren’s home in the Netherworld, and Frigg and Odin had a house built for Baldur in Asgard as they were modernizing it. We had houses near all our families.
Matilda did an additional four years of schooling in Hell with other Hellhounds and demons. Mags, Mina, and Belladonna went with her. Just like the Academy of the Profane opened their doors to an angel and a god, even though there wasn’ttechnically a curriculum for us, the colleges in Hell did the same for Mags, Mina, and Belladonna. They were grad students, so they were learning politics and humanitarian stuff because my twin planned on taking over the world with her girlfriends one day.
Azren dropped something on me that I had been worried about, but thought it was a problem for the future. They’d already told my parents and my aunt. Everything died and people had been trying to cheat Death for a very long time. But Azren said there were loopholes, and I had made one loving so many people.
Gods stopped aging after a certain point and could only be killed by their one weakness. But love was a powerful force that could do amazing things. Azren thought the Fates created certain loopholes because of how they created gods. Mortals outnumbered us and we weren’t always going to fall in love with other gods. It would have been insanely cruel to have a being that hard to kill fall in love with mortals with short lifespans. It would be a long life of constant loss.
Azren said they only told me this because they knew my feelings were real. If a godtrulyloved a mortal, like a pure love and not infatuation, their lifespan matched the gods. They still had weaknesses, but they wouldn’t die of old age. That went for children and any mortal family members that god had a certain kind of love for.
Azren’s gift for essences could see that everyone I cared about was safe, barring some kind of fatal accident that one of the many gods in our family couldn’t get to in time to heal. It was ahugerelief.
And Freya got her answers, too. She was back in her godly vessel, but the only reason she was back on this realm was because Azren asked for help. Freya had done alotfor witches, but now it was time for her to be selfish. Each time she was borninto a mortal body, she’d meet the same three men. Sometimes, they were brothers and sometimes, they’d never met each other before they met her. They’d been a variety of races, but it was always the same three essences that were getting reborn the same time Freya was entering a mortal baby.
Azren confirmed it because they reaped them, but couldn’t figure it out either. It usually took much longer for any essence to be reborn.
I grew up in a giant family and I knew I wanted one, too. We eventually settled down and had lots of babies. Multiples were common in my family. It was usually twins, but I had triplets. They had different fathers like Matilda and me, but they took after me and ended up gods. One was a jokester who very much took after Ren, his brother loved to study like Azren, and the other was the spitting image of Baldur.
The rest of my kids definitely took after their daddies. I might not be able to change that the Basilisks and energy vampires nearly got wiped out, but we definitely made sure there would be at least one more of each of them in this world. I had a little lioness with West and he would not let anyone touch her hair but him. Oscar and I had an amazing Bruja we named after his Abuela who looked just like her.
My triplets were the oldest, and it was when they turned eighteen Freya got her answers. She’d been in and out of our homes, mostly traveling around looking for answers about those three men she kept meeting and falling in love with each lifetime. She didn’t realize when she went back to her godly vessel, they had also been reborn as gods…as my sons until they weremucholder.
She was horribly uncomfortable about it and thought we were all going to be furious with her, but we alldeeplybelieved in Fate and didn’t try to tell our kids who to love. If the Fates wanted them to be together, they would be. We sent the tripletsoff to college and told her to get to know them the same way she did before.
And Azren was right. I always thought my parents, aunt, and uncles looked so young because my mom and aunt were witches and good at potions. It was because after a certain point, they stopped aging just like my husbands did.
My parents raised me to think that even though I was a god, I couldn’t have everything I wanted because the world didn’t work like that. I knew damned well that was true, but I also wasn’t greedy. Ididhave everything I wanted and my life was close to perfect.
My husbands were all working jobs they were passionate about. Baldur, Azren, and I had a small clinic where we pooled our powers to help people. My dad and Loki joined us sometimes and so did my sons when they were older. Yeah, and we were all there when Fate did her thing and Freya and my triplets were hand fasted.
My kids who weren’t gods were also amazing and powerful supernaturals. They were going to make amazing adults one day and since they had so many gods who loved them and considered them theirs, I was never going to have to lose them.
Yeah, I might not get every little thing I wanted, but I had everything I needed and my life was about as close to perfect as I could imagine.
