Vaust
Ironhand 9965, The Hissing Lobster
Eigengrau's face was a bright red as she ran through the woods. She couldn't believe it, and had her apprentice to thank for this. If she had children with Vaust, every single one of them would be full-fledged Gods, nothing like Vordea's experiments over the years.
By the time she reached the Inn, it was late evening, and the Inn was still quite busy. She didn't care, and slammed the door open to the shock of some of the guests, her face bright red and expression full of lust.
"Is that Eigengrau?" Someone whispered.
"She looks different."
Eigengrau marched straight up to Vaust's bar counter, and claimed her usual seat. She didn't say a word and just stared at him. Her inky black gaze brimmed with something ancient and hungry. He had seen her give a lot of looks at him over the years, but not this.
"I know that look," he said, trying to keep his voice light. "What's got you worked up?"
"Put a baby in me, right now." Eigengrau grabbed his collar and yanked him over the counter. Her voice dropped to a whisper even he could barely hear. "Show me what you can do."
Vaust felt a flutter in his chest. "Eigen," he whispered, his lips barely moving. "The inn is still open. We'll discuss this in the room."
"Hurry up." She nibbled his ear, as gently as one could with razor sharp teeth, before slipping off into the kitchen without another word.
The tavern was silent. Every patron was staring at Vaust, waiting for him to say something. What had they just witnessed?
He paused. Wiped a spot on the bar. Then a second time. A third. Finally, he turned and called out a line people would talk about for decades.
"What, can't a man have a lover?"
The tavern erupted in shouting. Questions, laughter, drinks spilling, bards already telling stories. The sound of a pencil in a notebook.
Vaust smiled to himself, quietly moving a bottle a few inches to the left.
Perfect. They'd wouldn't ask his name for years.
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Below the Inn, Eigengrau waited eagerly in what the Gods called The Room. It was a buried, sealed room that could only be gotten to by divine means, and was perfect for various clandestine activities. The hours seemed to crawl by, and when Vaust arrived, she was already naked, and ready to pounce on him.
"Hold on. Contain your lust for a moment and use your words Eigengrau. I've never seen you this worked up." Vaust calmly but firmly held back Eigengrau.
Eigengrau blinked, and took a few deep breaths before speaking. "I am sorry Vaust, I do not know what came over me. To put it simply, I walked a path and discovered something wonderful."
"Wonderful?"
"Every child I have with a God as the father will be a full-fledged God." Eigengrau draped her arms over Vaust, kissing him on the cheek.
"I wasn't aware you could have children, you're the God of Death."
"I have had more children than any other God in history. Tens of thousands. But I have never taken another God as a lover, not until you."
"You're sure?" Vaust caressed her silky hair, running it through his fingers.
"Vaust, I love you." Eigengrau's voice was soft and sweet, carrying none of the monotone and flatness it normally does.
"Took you long enough to say the words." Vaust kissed her on the cheek. "So what's this about little Godlings?"
"How about I just show you?"
She embraced him in a passionate kiss.