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Mosi had pancakes with licorice gumdrop eyes, and then feasted his eyes on Artie’s nerples (a pineapple became necessary because hormones); Artie was weirded out, but Oly seemed okay with the whole thing.
Olymis agreed to get a thing for Mosi that he wanted (because blackmail), and they went to see Balsam about whatever it is, but first there was kissing because Artie is slowly turning into a mushy sap (may or may not require pitching off a cliff later).
Selene went for an emo walk to have too many feels and self-blame, and we finally found out what went down when Oly peaced out of that dream thing; was it Selene? Was it Colt? Was it Bud?? Whatever; I think we can all agree it got out of hand in a hurry.
Like Temaz, who slew eleven maidens to win her place beside The Conqueror Ayar, so too do the Daughters of the Twelve Royal Houses come together to compete for the honour of sitting beside His descendants.
Marketa had been born in Tawantin’Simo, to the first among the Scorpion Prince’s wives. She had agreed to take her elder sister’s place in the Queen’s Proving, not for the sake of sentiment, but because she was ambitious, and saw an opportunity to shape her world into a thing of her choosing.
In her father’s court, cleverness and initiative were rewarded, even if one were only a daughter; for there, women were nearly the equal of men in many things, and even superior in some very few.
Marketa was not a warrior by any account, and many eyebrows in the Stinging Court had raised in surprise when she’d accepted; for the honour had been meant for her younger half sister, who had been deemed the most suitable among the Prince’s daughters for combat, and trained in spear and shield from an early age.
On the day of the Proving, her mother had looked at her with pride; “I do not anticipate my daughter will die this day.”
It was an expectation Marketa was more than happy to meet.
How did she do it? How did the slender girl with the soft hands, which had never before held a weapon, best 11 fierce and well trained Simpichuan Spearmaidens? Well, the same way she did everything of course! The way she had learned at her mother’s skirts and under her tutor’s watchful eyes. The way she manifested her will in The Jaguar’s City, even now.
The way of the Scorpion.
“It ist quite a splendorous view, ist it nay?”
“My Queen! I didn’t hear you sneak up…er, I mean, not that you were sneaking…”
“Nay, that ist fair! I wast puckishly delighted to catch thineself unawares,” Raet found herself tickled at the younger woman’s discomfiture, “verily, there ist much to admire of the prospect fromest that particular side of our domicile, at present…”
“Omg, no! I swear I wasn’t like, spying on them, or anything, I just–”
“Peace, mine Sister; I wast but teasing thineself,” Raet remembered well a time in her own life when she too was young and ‘wasn’t like, spying’. “Wilt thou sit and hast discourse with mineself?”
Nafretiri did as she was asked, looking for all the world like a viper had crawled up her backside.
“I hast been meaning to discusseth thine situation in any case; now ist as good a time ast any other,” it wasn’t often Raet felt the need to put on her ‘queen’ hat, but sometimes it was necessary to step in, for the good of the Tribe, was it not?
“My…situation? I-I’m sorry, my Queen, but I don’t follow…”
“Doest not look as though thou art contemplating masticating a beetle, mine Sister,” the queen permitted herself a little chortle, “what ist thine age, at present? Thou must be nigh upon thine twenty-sixth year, if I amst nay mistaken…”
“Well, um, yeah, that’s about right; 26 ish suns…is that…bad?”
“Most assuredly nay, mine Sister! But neither art thou a springtide biddy; I wast thine own age when first I bore a child–”
“Holy shit, are we having ‘the talk’? Er, I mean…um, it’s not like I’ve never thought about it, Majesty…”
“I wouldst not dream of pressuring thineself, Nafi! For I doth comprehend what it ist like to be an uncertain maiden,” Raet gave the girl what she hoped was a ‘nice’ stern face, “that saideth; the Goddess doth require of thee to bear fruit for thine Tribe…art thou afeared?”
“Honestly? Maybe?” The girl looked more frustrated than scared, “I guess that whole plague thing might have made me a bit scared to make a new family…I mean, Majesty, my whole family died and/or disappeared, and I know it’s been a super long time, but still, you know?”
“And I dost thoroughly sympathize with thineself, my Sister, for I too losteth much in that time…but art we not all family? Mineself, and Pili, and thine brother and mine children, and thineself also?”
“Of course! I love all you guys like family…I mean, you’re not my mom exactly, but I totally think of you like an older sister, or an awesome aunt at least,” she paused, “I mean, maybe that’s just been an excuse I’ve been making to myself? I dunno, I’ll have to think about it a bit…”
Raet felt as though progress had been made, and though she did not wish to push the girl, she could not help a little sisterly curiosity.
“I amst gladdened to hear that thou wilt take this to heart, and I amst certain our Goddess wilt guide thineself according to Her will…but mightest I know if thou hast decided which amongst our Brothers thou wilt select to sire thine child?”
“Umm, I mean…no offense, but the literal brother banging thing really freaked my mom out, and I know I’m half Al Simharan, because dad, but…”
“…I just kind of want to honour her or something, even if it’s just a small thing.”
Raet found herself sad but pleased at the young woman’s little speech, “thou hast the heart of a good daughter, mine Sister; Scholar Temulun would hast been proud of thineself.”
“Thanks, Majesty, that means a lot…and it also narrows my options for a baby daddy, right? Anubis is out, which leaves Horus…I mean, unless we get a slave some day…”
“Er…thou dost not sound overtly pleased by the thought of mine son siring a child upon thee…ist he defective in some fashion?”
“Goddess! No! I just…okay, this is super embarrassing because I’m a grown ass woman and an Amazon etc, but I’ve never, you know…and he’s so young, and I’m about 100% sure that he’s never done it either?” She sighed, “and it’s not that I don’t get how to do it…
“…I mean, hell, I walked in on you and your brother enough over the years, right?”
“Ah! I hadst not realised…”
“Hee, yeah, but, okay; you were suuuper preoccupied tho–”
“I, ah…supposest so…”
“Anyhow, this probably sounds dumb to you, because clearly you enjoy sex…”
“Well, thou dost not haveth to keep pressing the point…”
“…but I guess I’m just nervous about climbing up on a first timer without any notches in my own bedpost…I mean, I’m being silly, right? It’ll probably be fine…”
“Nay, my Sister; thou art justified in thine concerns…mightest I ask thee, however, why thou hast not considered Pili?”
“Granted, he ist not ast young ast once he was, but he ist still a beautiful man…”
“…and, er, ast thou hast most proliferously pointed out, I hast reason to know he ist also a man who hast experience pleasing women…”
“I mean, I guess I just assumed you wouldn’t be okay with that? But, yeah…I’m super on board there…wow, er, do you think maybe I have daddy issues…?”
“Nay, tis verily much just a Pili issue; thou art not the first, but perhaps thou shalt be the last?”
“Nafi?” Pili’s eyes flicked over her, with copious amounts of blinking.
For a moment, all she could do was stand there with her heart banging against her breastbone. The water misted her shins, and a soft breeze prickled her skin…or maybe it was the intense look he was giving her.
‘Say something, you rube.’
“Raet said it was okay?”
‘Omg, did I just peep at him?’ Peeping was not hot.
“Then…it’s okay,” Nafi was pretty sure she could see the gears turning behind his eyes as he processed the situation.
Damn, was her stomach really supposed to be acting up so much? How did people even get this business done when they were seconds away from throwing up on each other?
‘Well, okay, he doesn’t look ill…’ he looked a bit…concerned…maybe?
Regardless, he took a step toward her…it was starting to get irritating though, that she couldn’t read his expression; usually Pili’s face was pretty open, and friendly…not…you know, intense and scary…not scary like a crocodile attack, or finding a big ass spider in your bedroll; some whole other kind of scary she didn’t even know existed.
“I mean, you don’t have to…” she was proud of herself for not peeping that time.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he took another step toward her; “Come here, girl.”
Thought you were going to get away without seeing Pili/Raet incest, did you? Muahahaha 😈 nope.
Poor Horus! Passed over for the older, more reliable model…ah, he’ll be fine; everyone in this story gets theirs eventually, right?
Thank you to CitizenErased14 for the donation of her lovely (and poisony) Marketa, hopefully you enjoyed the cute kiddo pics; I can promise she’ll never seem that sweet again! 😀
And thanks also to MrsRacooney, whose Mythical Fighting poses made me not have to rip my hair out trying to pose fighting sims ❤
Balsam: “Hey, Persephone, HAPPY SIMMING!!“