The idea of children filled me with ambivalence. On the one hand, children were a nuisance. They whined and cried, demanding all of your attention. They were never satisfied until they had sucked the life from you. Yet, they would be mine and his, joined possessions of ours, a bond sealed in a different form of blood. Children's minds were also extremely malleable, able to be molded and formed however I pleased. I could teach them the ways of the goddess of chaos and the silver tongue demon. The idea of our own little tricksters running around, seducing and toying with others was quite a pleasing thought.
The thought allowing myself to be his was tempting. I was a storm, a goddess as he has rightfully called me. Others bowed before me, and I twisted and manipulated them to my own desires. None had kept my attention for long, that was until Enderly sauntered into my life. He had ensnared my attention with a vice like grip and refused to release until he gets what he desires: me. I had become addicted to the drug that was Enderly, going through withdrawals as I denied myself the temptation of giving into to his seduction. But I couldn't deny that he was to be mine.
The idea of another female holding his soul vexed me slightly. It meant that there would always be conflict should the choice between us ever be needed. I was selfish and greedy, wanting him all for myself, because sharing is not caring for me. I could think of a few macabre things to ensure my position as goddess to him, but even I wasn't that selfish to rip apart his soul. As long as his precious Ceal minds her manners around my Enderly, then I don't see why she should find out how cruel a goddess can be anytime soon when my games take a darker turn.
"Only for a goddess," he says through an ivory grin before digging in to his groundhog. "My faithful disciple," I hum, finding pleasure in the way it sounds rolling from my tongue. I watch as he pushed the mutilated carcass out of range and I take the opportunity to do the same so there are no unwanted distractions from scavengers or smell. It would be rather unfortunate should anything interrupt us as we fell into our usual dance and games.
All it takes is a simple touch to tempt the beast within Enderly from its cage, the one I knew wished to pin me down and have its way with me. I feel his presence right at my hip, almost like he's trying to remind me what he could do, yet he still fails to remember just how in control of all situations I am. He would not be the first male to try, but he might be the first that I allow. "There is much we could do, Eris," he says, his silver gaze burning white hot into me before he reluctantly moves away from my rear and moves to push himself into my chest and limit my movements.
"Yet I would know now, goddess," he whispers into my ear, gently nipping me and sending a rush through my body. "I would know that you are my goddess from here on out. That I would be your demon and that we will be a pair." he says, and I can hear the possessiveness in his voice, the demand. I know what he suggests, and until now I may never have considered it, but Enderly was different. I couldn't deny that I desired him, to be mine and only mine for eternity.
A smirk laced through my lips and I my eyes matched his with the desire swimming inside them. "You are so extraordinary Enderly, having stolen the heart of a goddess. What ever will you do with it, champion?" I said, my voice so smooth and silky, so tantalizing. This was my way of claiming him as mine and me as his. Selling my soul to a demon and he worshiping his goddess.
I quickly snake my way around him, coiling like a serpent over my prize. I return the nip to his ear, a playful growl rumbling in my throat. "Mine," I say, laying claim to him in a way that Tobias might be proud of. I pressed my body close to him, hoping to have my scent seep to his bones so that none will question my claim on him. I was no Namaah, I was here to stay and his.
(7 years//Enderly's Goddess//Manipulate//Goddess of no land)
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