Herald of Shalia 2, page 34
“Fucking bastard,” Slade stared daggers at Frost.
“Well, my work here is done. I suppose I ought to leave you two lovebirds to figure it out,” Frost said as he walked away. “Don’t forget to reapply your infertility spell.”
“Herald Frost!” Hestia whined as he left. “Don’t remind him!”
Frost yawned as he walked back to the temple to finally get some sleep.
CHAPTER 27
“Sebastian,” Shalia’s voice trembled as she spoke. “We have a little problem.”
“Huh?” Frost opened his eyes and found himself in a dreamlike forest. The trees were covered in colorful moss and the leaves were equally bright. He looked at the ground and it was so thick with flowers he wasn’t sure if there was any grass beneath. He looked around for Shalia but didn’t see her anywhere. “Shalia?”
“Sebastian,” Shalia whined as Frost tried to figure out where her voice was coming from. It felt like it was coming from everywhere at once, almost like it was in his head. “Above you.”
He looked up and saw the goddess hanging from a long strand of webbing. Her entire body was encased in a web cocoon that reached her mouth. The white-haired goddess looked down at him with tear-filled violet eyes.
“Huh,” Frost nodded while staring at the beautiful goddess. “And what happened here?”
“I’ll answer,” a voice echoed. The environment began to shift around him. The surrounding trees increased in size creating a wooded prison as those in front of him shrunk revealing a large golden Arachne. “You must be the troublemaking herald this little brat can’t seem to control.”
“That’s probably me,” Frost said while staring at the Arachne. She was easily twice the size of the largest Arachne he’d ever seen and her golden gaze sent a shiver down his spine. Her long flowing hair and arachnid body were both unnaturally gold while her feminine torso was astoundingly tan. Although he found his eyes immediately gravitating toward her perfectly bronzed breasts and dark nipples. “Sthilinna I presume?”
“Stop looking at her chest!” Shalia pleaded in his head.
“You know my name,” the Arachne said irritably. “But clearly you don’t respect it.”
“Because I was looking at your breasts?” Frost asked. “It’s a habit. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Are you an idiot?” Sthilinna hissed while crossing her arms. She clearly hadn’t realized he was looking there and Frost became a little disappointed that he’d said anything. “You’ve challenged me.”
“Challenged you?” Frost asked. “What are you talking about?”
“You’ve stolen my followers!” Sthilinna yelled.
“Oh,” Frost said while glancing up at Shalia. “Not much I can do about that.”
“Not much you can do?” Sthilinna said as the trees trembled.
“Sebastian!” Shalia’s whimpering reverberated in his mind. “Don’t antagonize her!”
“Can you unbind her mouth please?” Frost asked while tapping his head. “It’s hard to pay attention when she just keeps echoing in here.”
“Fine,” Sthilinna said while pulling the binding from Shalia’s mouth. “Now what do you mean by not much you can do?”
“One second,” Frost paused and glanced at Shalia. “Shalia, can other gods and goddesses hurt me?”
“No,” Shalia answered. “None of us can hurt mortals directly. Why?”
“I just wanted to make sure before I answered her,” Frost let out a relieved sigh and turned his attention back to the giant golden Arachne. “What I meant was if some of the Arachne are choosing to worship Shalia, that’s their choice. I’m not getting involved.”
“Sebastian!” Shalia cried. “Don’t say that! Sthilinna, I promise I’m not trying to steal your followers! Please don’t be angry!””
“You truly intend to challenge me?” Sthilinna hissed while leaning down to get a closer look. “Are you sure?”
“We’re not!” Shalia whined. “Sthilinna, we’re not challenging you! I’d never challenge you! Sebastian will tell them all they have to worship you! Please, please, please just let me convince him to give them back!”
“Is that right little baby Shalia?” Sthilinna asked. “You’ll convince him?”
“Yes,” Shalia whimpered with tears running down her face. “Sebastian, if you don’t give them back, she’s going to eat me! And getting eaten really hurts! And she’ll keep eating me every time I’m reborn until you give them back!”
“I’m not going to go tell a bunch of Arachne that they have to worship a certain goddess because if they don’t my goddess is going to be devoured continually,” Frost said. “Do you have any idea how insane that sounds? Could you imagine a person in a village square begging for converts that way?”
“Sebastian!” Shalia cried. “Please! This isn’t a joke!”
“It seems he doesn’t care about you,” Sthilinna said while poking Shalia. The white-haired goddess swung back and forth like a pendulum as the bronze-skinned Arachne continued to prod her. “Maybe he doesn’t think I’m serious. I suppose I should prove it.”
“No, no, no!” Shalia begged as the Arachne began toying with one of Shalia’s long pointy ears. “Please don’t prove it! Sebastian!”
“Wait!” Frost groaned as the enormous Arachne’s mouth moved in closer to Shalia’s ear. “I don’t want to see that.”
“So, you’ll return my followers?” Sthilinna asked.
“No,” Frost answered. “But I have a compromise.”
“There will be no compromise,” Sthilinna said coldly. “You will give them back or I’ll punish your goddess.”
“Just answer this,” Frost said calmly. “How many Arachne converted?”
“Twenty so far,” Sthilinna said disdainfully.
“Okay,” Frost nodded. “That’s what I thought. So, that’s ten percent that you’re losing but let’s assume it eventually grows to fifty percent.”
“You intend to take more?” Sthilinna hissed furiously.
“No, this is just for math,” Frost clarified. “So, right now you have two queens each capable of birthing a hundred Arachne a year but only one of them can actually lay eggs because the other one needs to protect the tribe. On top of that, their nests are burnt whenever anybody finds them. But, with my protection they’ll be capable of having two hundred children a year if they want. So, even if I were to take a hundred of them, which I’m not trying to do, you’ll still gain more followers. The way I see it, the current situation is better for both of us.”
“Huh,” Shalia said while swinging back and forth. “That’s actually a good point.”
“Quiet you, the grownups are talking,” Sthilinna playfully prodded at Shalia while thinking. “Why should I trust the herald of another goddess, especially an insolent whelp like this one? Everything she touches turns to ash. Even her prophet sows chaos wherever she goes.”
“That’s not my fault!” Shalia whined. “Just like it’s not Rili’s fault that her prophet won’t deliver her messages!”
“Cassia’s still alive?” Frost asked the golden Arachne goddess. As he thought about it, nobody ever actually said that Lysandra’s mother was dead, he just assumed it.
“That’s between you and the welp here,” Sthilinna said as she used one of her long golden legs to slice through the cocoon. The white-haired goddess fell from her webbed prison toward the ground as Frost positioned himself beneath her.
“I gotcha,” Frost said as he caught the sticky goddess.
“I hate the cocoon,” Shalia buried her face in Frost’s shoulder. “It’s all slimy and not the good kind of slimy.”
“Such a child,” Sthilinna said derisively. “Herald Frost, I will allow you to protect my followers for now but if I feel that you’re not upholding your end of the bargain there will be consequences. Unlike the traitorous Prophet of Riliandra and the fanatical Prophet of Shalia, mine actually listens and obeys. She will inform my herald and there will be consequences.”
“You have a herald?” Frost asked.
“Sthilinna’s herald is on the continent of Naran in the south.” Shalia sniffled while snuggling against Frost. “The Arachne really don’t like crossing large bodies of water. But they will if they’re given a reason to, so please don’t give them a reason to. Although Sthilinna can’t hurt you, her followers can.”
“Hm,” Frost smirked. “Shame I’m going to forget that information.”
“Yes,” Sthilinna said calmly. “It is, isn’t it? My herald on the other hand will be fully informed of your existence and our arrangement. So, you better honor it.”
“I don’t see a reason why I wouldn’t,” Frost said while admiring her body. “Can you shapeshift like Shalia?”
“Yes,” Sthilinna answered. “But why would I? I am perfect.”
“I mean,” Frost smirked. “I’m just curious how you’d look as a human.”
“Sebastian!” Shalia began violently striking his chest. “Don’t flirt with other goddesses!”
“I will say this about baby Shalia, she makes interesting choices,” Sthilinna turned and started walking away. The trees and flowers started to slide away as if the world was being pulled out from under him until he found himself standing in darkness. He could still see Sthilinna in the distance as her colorful forest moved with her like an aura. Her voice echoed in the darkness. “We’re finished for now mortal.”
“Thank you Sthilinna! I promise he’ll be good!” Shalia yelled. The violet-eyed goddess shivered. “She’s so scary.”
“I thought she was kind of sexy.” Frost smirked. “I think I’m spending too much time around Arachne. Starting to mess with me.”
“Sebastian!” Shalia gripped him worriedly. “This is nothing to joke about. Sthilinna is not somebody you can take lightly. She has followers on every continent and her herald leads an army of nearly a million Arachne warriors. She’s one of the oldest gods of this world and one of the three most powerful.”
“Who are the other two?” Frost asked.
“There’s no point in answering that,” Shalia wiped away her tears with his shirt. “You’ll just forget anyway and they don’t leave their continents. If only I had a proper prophet, then I could have warned you not to get involved with the Arachne.”
“Do you think I would have listened?” Frost asked while putting down the trembling goddess. “So, you’re really terrified of her, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” Shalia answered. “We can’t kill each other but we can hurt each other!”
“Shame I’m not going to remember any of this,” Frost smirked. “Let’s hope I remember how important it is not to convert too many of her followers. Why didn’t you tell me about prophets?”
“How do you know I didn’t,” Shalia blushed and crossed her arms. “You don’t remember our conversations.”
“I remember fragments and the general topic of conversation,” Frost smirked. “Why is Cassia…”
“Oh!” Shalia said as the world started faded away. “What do you know! I guess you better remember that question for next time.”
“Funny,” Frost smirked as the goddess faded away as the sound of voices arguing intensified. Everything faded to black and his meeting faded away like the dream it was. He opened his eyes to see Desdemona laying on his chest with Brynn right beside her. Renna and Lysandra were once again fighting.
“I should get to lay on top of him,” Renna growled while trying to keep her voice down. “You’re too heavy! You’ll wake him up!”
“I’m not too heavy,” Lysandra huffed while grappling with the petite elf. “I can lay on top of him without waking him up.”
“You already woke me up,” Frost sighed as he admired the two naked elves. “Just both lay on top of me so I can go back to sleep.”
“But Lady Brynn and Lady Desdemona,” Lysandra gestured at the women. “If we both lay on you…”
“Renna take the Brynn side since you’re both tiny. Lysandra take the Desdemona side. I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Frost yawned. “Now come on.”
“Okay,” Renna said while sliding on top of him and Brynn. The short-haired bard briefly growled as Renna snuggled into her but eventually quieted down.
“If you think it’s alright,” Lysandra gently rested so half of her was on Frost and the other half on Desdemona. Her head rested right beneath hers. “I guess this works.”
“See,” Frost closed his eyes. “It’s fine.”
Everything was fine, until about three minutes later when he heard a quiet squeak and felt several quick pats on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Lysandra patting rapidly while staring at him terrified. She made another squeak while directing him toward Desdemona with her eyes.
“Oh,” Frost yawned while tapping Desdemona’s head. “Des, wake up. You’re making Lysandra nervous.”
“Mmm?” Desdemona glanced down and noticed she was sucking on Lysandra’s long ear. Her face was overcome with fear. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s no problem,” Lysandra said nervously while moving further from Desdemona’s head. “It’s not like you bit it.”
“Lysandra,” Frost sighed as the elf rested her head on his abdomen. “Make sure Desdemona never falls asleep near my cock.”
“I promise,” Lysandra said. “I would hate for something to happen to it before our wedding night.”
“Exactly,” Frost smiled as he ran his fingers through Lysandra’s soft white hair.
The End
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