The thick smell of oil and blood hung in the air like an executioner’s axe. Liam kept his eyes down as several Amazonian women approached him. Each was nude except for a few stripes and patterns of paint, all to celebrate the mating season. The first girl to approach was Andreaka, a handful of large feathers in her hands. Carefully they dressed the quiet Liam in the feathers. Once he was dressed in the feather skirt, armbands and leg bands, the Boruma used the blood of an earlier sacrifice to paint the skin of Liam.

He kept his eyes fixed downwards in an attempt to keep his mind from focusing on the feeling of the man’s blood being painted onto him.

“It’s all just a means to an end. One day I’ll rid this barbarianism from the world,” Liam muttered to himself. Raising one of his hands, he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Just bear with it, the day is almost out. Just this ritual and I can get everything finished,” Liam murmured to himself. Looking to the side, Liam saw Icaria holding a large pile of sticks with purple markings. It seemed the items he requested from the high priestess had arrived. Icaria nodded to him before leaving the hut. Smiling, Liam allowed the Boruma to pick him up.

The group placed him down onto a large wooden throne with wooden poles attached to the bottom of it. Liam didn’t get much time to get comfy on the wooden throne before the Boruma hoisted it into the air. He wobbled slightly for a few seconds, but quickly regained his balance. The escorts left the hut and carried him outside. The cool night air caressed his skin as he was taken from the ceremonial preparation hut and out into the village.

A ceremonial preparation hut was positioned on the opposite side of the village from the temple. Meaning that the escort was to carry him through the village to show him off in his fullness to the tribe. As they move through the village many amazons from the two tribes came to watch. Those who were Daughters of the Moon prayed while those of the Vined Feathers (the name that Yantraki gave their tribe, a shit name, but a name) danced and sang in celebration.

Liam kept his eyes forward as he was paraded through the crowd. His mind and eyes were solely fixed on the centre part of the temple, the middle platform where the ritual was to take place. He could only dread what would happen to the poor man chosen to take the place is the sacrifice or he took the place of the sexual offering. He could already see even from his distance that the three sisters were already waiting around the altar.

The women carrying him so as the drums of the temple priestesses rang in Liam’s ears. The monotonous beat of the drums made Liam’s body tremble, probably an intended effect to scare the sacrifice into their place. Morgarina threw her arms into the air as the Boruma carrying Liam moved to the bottom of the temple’s steps. She yelled something in Amazonian, causing cheers and yelps to come from the crowd.

Borumas happily danced around the bottom of the temple as the throne was placed at the bottom of the temple steps. As the throne hit the ground, the dancers surrounded him. They threw flower necklaces over his neck while others used paint to put handprints and strips onto his body. Liam kept his eyes closed as he allowed the cackling Boruma to paint him. Glancing to his side, he saw Andreaka and the Blue haired Boruma slip into the crowd. Smiling, it was good to see they were bringing his plan to action.

Several tall Amazon warriors moved to the side of Liam. Grabbing his arms and legs, they hoisted him into the air. Liam had to admit, he did feel at that moment an overwhelming feeling of dread as he was carried up the temple steps to the cheers of the crowd and the dancing of the women carrying him. Taking in a few deep breaths, Liam managed to steady himself as he was carried onto the first platform of the temple.

They didn’t spend much time on this platform as the escort quickly hurried up the stairs to the second platform. Lifting his head, Liam could see the grinning face of Yantraki as they approached the altar. Closer and closer the Boruma walked to the alter. Once next to the stone, the Boruma slowly placed Liam onto the stone. Flinching in anticipation of the cold stone alter, Liam was pleasantly surprised to find they had covered the alter in some furs.

Moving away, the Boruma made way for Yantraki and Thorn to grab the arms and legs of Liam. The two amazons held him on the altar. He must have been showing some form of fear as Yantraki (who was the one holding his arms down) moved closer to his face.

“Don’t worry my love, we will be gentle with you, just don’t struggle no matter what happens,” It was obvious to Liam from her tone that she was trying to be comforting, but her words only placed more fear and pressure into Liam.

Morgarina raised her arms into the air. Suddenly, the drums, the dancers, and the crowd all became silent.

Taking in a few deep breaths, Morgarina began her speech. He didn’t understand her language, so he chose to simply ignore her as she preached to the tribe. Instead of listening, he decided to try and get a good idea of his surroundings and what was happening. There it was. The difference Kenyanire said they had made in the ritual. A young, Amazonian male stood strapped to a pole. His nude body only being covered by markings of paint.

Liam’s heart sank as he looked upon the man with pity. Guilt gripped him as he knew this man was the one to take his place as the sacrifice. This feeling of guilt was only increased as he knew there was nothing, he could do to prevent the man’s death. The sweat of the bound man poured down his face, mixing with some tears. Gritting his teeth, Liam dragged his gaze from the man and to Kenyanire as she descended the temple steps towards them.

“It’s all just the means to an end,” Liam muttered to himself, getting a few raised eyebrows from Yantraki and Thorn.

His eyes locked onto Kenyanire as she strode confidently down the steps down to the second platform. Her hips were ornated with large red and green feathers protruding outwards. Dropping down from the skirt were long bits of twined, tanned grass. She wore her nude breasts proudly. The only thing she used to cover them was simply a part of the green paint and red paint that covered her body.

Walking to the alter, Kenyanire haughtily swayed her hips. Placing her hands onto her hips, her deep eyes kept locked onto Liam as she approached him. Moving to his side, she licked her lips in anticipation. Morgarina wasted no time in beginning a chant amongst the tribe. The crowd responded with cheers as Morgarina was handed a bowl of oil by a priestess. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she ran her hands along Liam’s body, smothering him in oil.

“Don’t worry sacred one, we will have much fun tonight!” Morgarina muttered to him.

Liam watched her carefully, it had been building up for a while now. First, it was the obvious enjoyment she took out of sacrificing captives, then it was the joy she took out of his fear. Turns out Liam was wrong; she was much more like her sisters and mother than he originally thought. The only difference was that her morals were only ever altered when it came to religious ceremonies like the sacrifice and this one.

Kenyanire started to slowly sway her hips. Slowly she moved her hands up and down her body, showing off her curves to the sacrificial Liam. Her hips moved to the beat of the drums as she slowly walked around the altar. Despite now walking she kept her dance going as she swayed her hips and shimmied her arms up and down her body. The tribe chanted as the drums beat, pumping more energy into her dance she started to move quickly around him.

As the rhythm of the drums increased, asked if the intensity of Morgarina chanting and Kenyanire’s dance. Kenyanire started to even place a few little twelves and hops into her dance as she continued to shake her hips to the beat of the drums. Moving around to the front of the altar that face the crowd, Kenyanire’s dance started to get even faster to accommodate for the rising beat of the drums.

Liam could feel his heart rising into his throat as he watched the seductive swaying hips of Kenyanire. Her large breasts bounced as she put her arms out the side, not held out straight but ever so slightly bent at the elbow. The drums came to a sudden stop, Kenyanire’s dance froze with them. The constant pounding of drums ceased in Liam’s ears, but not for long as they started up again.

The rhythm of the drums this time was far slower, as was Kenyanire’s dance. Much more exaggerated movements came from Kenyanire’s hips as she kept her arms low by her side. Slowly she turned to face him. Liam's body froze as Kenyanire slowly danced away toward him. Once by his side at the altar, she became only a blur for a few seconds as she hopped onto the bluestone. Now she was standing over him, Kenyanire started to walk up and down the stone altar. Her almost nude body was now dancing over him as he lay on the altar.

Liam turned his gaze to the side as Kenyanire danced over him. Feeling Yantraki’s hands gripping his hair, he made sure to not look up the grass skirt of Kenyanire as her dance moved up his body until it was over his head. Kenyanire danced along with the alter, standing over his legs, then dancing up the latter until she was over his head again. Pounding drums and monotonous chants spewed Kenyanire on as her dance moved her to stand over the waist of Liam.

A young priestess moved to the side of an altar. Sweat started to pour down Liam’s body as he saw a long, curved knife in the hands of the priestess. Instinctively, he tried to struggle, but Yantraki and Thorn kept him down. Putting her hand out to the priestess, Kenyanire gracefully accepted the knife. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his waist. Carefully, Kenyanire used the knife to cut off her skirt. The crowd cheered as she threw her skirt into the crowd, showing her full nudeness to Liam.

Blush overcame Liam’s face as Kenyanire ground her hips against his legs. Her thighs tightened around him to keep him in place as she moved her knife to his waist. Yantraki gentle stroked his hair as Kenyanire cut his feather skirt from his waist. Smiling, she looked down at his member. Taking her knife, she quickly cut off the remaining of his feather clothing.

“By the goddess, I didn’t think you were this ready,” Kenyanire muttered into Liam’s ear as she cut off his neckless.

“Now my little bird is cut, may the feast begin,” Kenyanire giggled as she moved down his body. Hands tightened around his neck. Looking up, Liam saw Yantraki angrily eyeing her mother as she began to tease his cock.

“Oh no,” he muttered, no longer scared of Kenyanire breaking his pelvis.

Instead, he was now far more scared of Yantraki breaking his neck out of jealousy. Kenyanire lay her body along his legs. Putting her knife to the side, she started to gently lick and kiss his member. Liam sighed heavily as he allowed the skilled Amazon to lick and suckle at his length. Kenyanire’s eyes kept fixed on Liam’s face, allowing herself to read his expression. Seeing he was getting used to her suckles and kisses, she decided to add a little intensity for her amusement.

A gasp escaped Liam’s lips as Kenyanire’s teeth bit down onto his cock head. For about a minute she bit and nibbled at him, taking enjoyment out of his gasps and yelps of fear and odd pleasure. Seeing he was throwing his head back to try and manage the unfamiliar feelings of Kenyanire’s mouth, Kenyanire felt herself anger at his attempt to go against her will. Biting him again on the tip, she moved her mouth down his shaft.

“Oh fuck!” Liam cried as Kenyanire’s mouth took in his full length. Her mouth moved up and down his shaft as she started to suck him. Her mouth moved up and down for another few minutes until she was somewhat satisfied with his look of enjoyment. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft for a while longer, but her eyes soon narrowed as she noticed he was laying his head back against Yantraki, his eyes upwards.

“Make him look at me,” Kenyanire said as she moved her lips to the base of his cock. Yantraki pushed his head up as Kenyanire bit onto the base of his cock, making sure she didn't bite hard enough to draw blood but it would definitely leave a mark of dominance.

Kenyanire’s lips wrapped around his balls as her hands gripped the top of his cock as well as the bottom. Liam’s gasping increased in intensity as Kenyanire bit and suckled on his balls. Once she was satisfied with using her mouth to tease and terrify him, she moved to mount him. Kenyanire’s thighs gripped him like a vice as she moved her sex along his member. Her juices smothered him, making Liam move his head back in agony as her teasing alone brought him close to ejaculating.

But every time he was near to finishing, Kenyanire used one of her hands to grip the base of his cock. She squeezed him, stopping him from finishing. Carefully, her pussy moved down his shaft, engulfing him fully. Grinding her hips, Kenyanire started to ride Liam. Small moans of enjoyment left her lips as she started to ride him faster. Taking in a deep breath, Liam threw his head back. Here it was, the moment where Kenyanire might break his pelvis.

“By the goddess, I really didn’t expect this! You are big when you are not unconscious, well for a human anyway.” Kenyanire yelled as she bucked her hips faster.

“Wait, what the fuck does that mean?” Liam gasped out as Kenyanire started to somehow ride even faster.

Licking her lips, she looked down at his eyes. Now he was looking at her, perfect. She rode him like a wild animal for what felt like an eternity to the struggling to stay awake Liam. But in reality, it was only about an hour or so. Raising a hand, Kenyanire summoned a piece of vine. She wrapped the long green vine around his cock base to prevent him from finishing. Pulling herself forward, she kept her hips bucking on his cock as she wrapped her hands around his throat.

“I’m sorry little one, but I can not allow you to finish yet. The ritual can only finish when I do,” Kenyanire said through panted breaths. By this point, Liam wasn’t listening as simply allowed her to ride him. The only noises he made was when she tightened her vine to prevent him from finishing.

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A cry escaped Kenyanire’s lips as her thighs tightened around Liam’s thighs. Staring down at Liam, Kenyanire reached towards his face. Gently she gave him a few slaps.

“You awake? Or do I need to ride you again? your member has made me cum once, so I wonder if I can do it a second time,” Kenyanire said, immediately Liam opened his weary eyes and kept his blurry gaze focused on Kenyanire. Leaning back, she reviled her pussy. Tugging at her pussy lips, she allowed her juice to spill out not Liam’s member.

Moving off Liam’s penis, she returned to her position where she lay along his legs. Carefully she entangled her legs with his as she ran her hands over his cock. Moving her face down, she nuzzled her face into his balls. The strong scent of built-up human seamen was almost intoxicating to the Amazonian. He was incredibly lucky she wasn’t in heat. With an agonisingly long wait, she slowly pulled her vine from the base of his penis.

A gasp escaped Liam’s lips as his seamen spilt out onto his belly. Kenyanire watched with intrigue as it took him a full thirteen seconds to finish releasing his cum. Maybe she went a little too far with the teasing? Ignoring any health issues that she could have caused him, Kenyanire finished this part of the ritual by licking up his seamen. She savoured every drop of Liam’s seamen in her mouth. Like a wild cat, she licked up every drop, not allowing even a single drop to escape her as she moved to suck the remaining seamen out of his cock.

Once all drops were gone, Kenyanire moved off Liam. Standing by the side of the alter, she showed her nude sex to the tribe. Some of her juices from her climax still dripped from her as she proudly showed her nudity to the tribe. Moving to Liam’s head, Kenyanire used one hand to force his mouth open.

“I tasted your juice, and I feel as if it is only right for you to have a taste of mine as well,” she said as she placed her sex onto his mouth. Much to the annoyance of Yantraki as she watched her mother force Liam to drink her juices from her clit. Kenyanire moaned quietly as she savoured the feeling of Liam’s face against her sex. Carefully, she used her fingers to make her juice and feed it between his lips. Once satisfied at her copulation with Liam, Kenyanire moved back to allow several Boruma to retrieve the barely conscious Liam.

Smiling, Kenyanire watched as four girls carried Liam away. He really made a good offering. Such an adorable male, she thought as she licked a small dribble of his seed that was left on her lips. Once Liam was carried towards the steps that led to the third platform, Kenyanire remarked to herself at how surprisingly good he was. Especially for a human, and even more for a male. Laughing slightly, she made a mental note to try and get him alone so she could try this again at some point.

Glancing past the arms of the Boruma carrying him, Liam could see the eyes of the three daughters and their mother lock onto the man tied to the pole. Within only a few seconds, the three had surrounded him, a look of hunger in their wild eyes and even wilder movements. Looking away, Liam knew what was going to happen next. The worst was that he had to listen to their torture of the man as he was carried up to the third platform.

Keeping his eyes shut, Liam tried to block out the sounds of laughing amazons as they surrounded their prey. No matter how hard he tries to avoid it, sounds of the man’s pleasure-filled his ears. For second Liam dared turn his head. Down on the second platform he could see the man bound to the pole having his body molested by the Amazonians. Kenyanire was even happily riding him as her daughters all crouched around him. The tongues explored his body, a move obviously meant to be sexual for the man, but Liam knew its ulterior motives.

Almost as if the Amazons had timed it, when he reached the top of the third platform was when they started the man’s torture and execution. His screams rang out as the sounds of cracking bones and ripping flesh filled Liam’s ears. The women who not too long ago all gently cooing over him while one of them had sex with him, now who ripped into the flesh of the young man. Maybe out of a want to accept that who these people were deep down or maybe out of morbid curiosity, Liam turned one last time to look at them.

Yantraki had already bit her a bloody chunk of her own out of the man's thigh, his crimson blood flowing onto the floor. Bile rose in the throat of Liam as he then looked to Kenyanire. Like she had done with him her lips were wrapped around the man’s pennies head. She pulled her teeth like a wild animal at him as she bit softly into his head. Another crime went out from the man as she followed through her bite.

Liam didn't feel fear. No one did he feel anger towards the amazons for their act. All felt was another burst of determination. These weren't bad people, and he knew that it was just the nature of how they had grown up that had moulded them into these savage brutal creatures. For what felt like the thousandth time, leave swore to himself to continue his slow and subtle change of the island culture.

He didn't plan to get rid of it entirely, he would allow them to keep at least some of the sacrificial ceremonies as he knew it brought much-needed unity to the people as well as held a status of high importance in the tribes’ culture and its people. But if there was one thing, he was definitely going to get rid of, it would be this.

Ok, think Liam. What haven’t you given them that you could to bring the tribes more onto your side? Yes, he was accepted into Kenyanire’s tribe and now held a level of esteem amongst the Amazons and Boruma, and yes both groups now did like him to some extent.

The Amazons of cause liked him for his battle tactics and making weapons for them, and the Boruma liked him because he replaced the need to eat them with Chillcali and Tatnak meat. Both types of meat were very good at being a replacement for humans and Boruma, but Chillcali were scares and the only plentiful one was the Tatnaks, well when they grew to be adults, they could be very dangerous to a group of amazons.

The Tatnak may have a lot of meat on it, maybe even enough to feed at least a hundred amazons on just one young Tatnak, but their young didn’t live for long. Ok, that was easily fixed, all he needed to do was have Kenyanire use her vines to create a large field. Once this was done, they could steal Tatnak eggs (probably at least thirty or so out of the hundred laid in their nests) then they could raise the creatures as livestock.

From what he gathered from listening to huntresses talk to Thormoenia, and Thormoenia translated to him, even newly born Tatnak was at least twelve feet long. Considering they were such large creatures with so much meat, he guessed that even at such a young age they could feed at least thirty or so Amazons for a week or two. Now if there were thirty born in captivity… what would that be?

Liam continued to do the mathematics of how much Tatnak meat could feed the tribe to keep his mind from dwelling on what gruesome acts he had just seen done to the young man. Swiftly the four Boruma entered the temple. Andreaka and Icaria were already inside waiting for him. The two quickly helped him into his clothes. Behind them, Liam could see the Blue haired girl leading the other Boruma in putting together a figure from the purple banded sticks the high priestess had sent.

The Boruma had to help dress him as his legs wouldn’t stop wobbling from Kenyanire. Andreaka helped pull one of his black jackets over his shoulder. Once dressed, with the help of the Boruma he moved to the doorway. The Amazonians that were assigned to guard the temple now all stood along the top of the steps, watching the sacrifices and festivities. It seemed that the Amazons here didn’t get much in terms of rituals this brutal.

Amazons parted to allow Liam through. Several of them even giggled as they joked in their native tongue about how badly Kenyanire had fucked him. Liam ignored their chattering though as he moved to the front of the temple steps. Ten minutes, or about that, was how long it had been since he had sex with Kenyanire. Ten minutes it had been since they began eating the pour victim.

“Fuck…” Liam muttered as he saw the man’s head suspended into the air on a vine pole. Bones were already speared around the bottom of the totem as Yantraki, and Thorn happily ate the remains of the man. Morgarina was standing to the side, her lips stained with blood. It seemed she had already finished her meal and was leaving the rest to her sisters.

“Fucking monsters,” Liam said as he started to descend down the steps towards Morgarina. Kenyanire lay on the alter, one of the man’s legs in her hand.

Once down at the second platform, Liam made a beeline towards Morgarina. She sensed him coming and turned to face him. She was taken back for a few seconds as Liam locked lips with her. Immediately she went try and read his mind, but he had already retreated back before she could do so.

“W…Why,” She muttered, flustered, but slightly aroused by the sudden show of affection.

“I would like to talk to you in private, my love. It has been so long since we did so,” Liam said, gesturing for her to follow him to the top of the temple.

Like a puppy, she followed after him as the Boruma helped him up the steps. As they moved up the steps, a Boruma slipped a cloth patch onto the back of Liam’s neck, using a piece of a thick liquid she stuck the patch to his neck. Morgarina saw this but chose to ignore it as she found herself too distracted from his kiss. She started to think of all the different possibilities.

She knew they were fated to be together. It was obvious. Just from looking at his hair and bright blue eyes, she knew he was her lover. After all, she was the incarnation of the Moon Goddess, and he was obviously the incarnation of the Moon God. But before he had seemed so hesitant, so timid and fragile. Did he finally remember who they were?

Morgarina smiled as she wrapped her arms around her waist in childlike excitement. Liam could get a rough guess of what she was thinking. Tricking her into thinking he was the Moon-god through exploiting the fact he looked like him, and showing such affection to her, did make him feel a little bad for playing with her emotions. But in the end, as long as he won, it didn’t matter.

Each of the sisters had a side to them that he could use. Yantraki was a tad crazy and quick to become emotional, both a good and bad trait, Thorn was easily led by those she placed trust in, and Morgarina was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He had sent a message to the high priestess to learn about what the daughters were like as children.

One thing she mentioned was that both Morgarina and Rhexdice were the runts of the pack. Because of this, they became close friends as well as sisters, a rare trait amongst the Amazons. At some point though for seemingly no apparent reason, the two sisters turned on each other. Both splintered and for reasons she didn’t know, and both were heavily indoctrinated into the two rising cults on the island. Rhexdice became the “incarnation” of the Goddess of the Sun, and Morgarina became the “incarnation” of the Goddess of the moon.

Knowing how deeply religious Morgarina was, he knew if he could trick. Morgarina into believing he had gotten some memories back from a “past life” then she would probably fall right into the palm of his hand. Again, he felt bad. But he needed to unite the tribes one way or another and right now was the perfect time of the year, the early eclipse.

“Through here,” Liam said, gesturing for Morgarina to enter the temple with him.

“If it is alright, may we be alone,” Liam asked as they both entered the temple. Morgarina blushed heavily as she made her warriors leave the room alongside the Boruma. Liam gave a nod to Icaria before the Boruma left the room.

Now alone, Liam sat with Morgarina along with a large wooden table in the centre of the room. Looking to his side, he could see Andreaka lurking with the figure of purple sticks. It stood as tall as her, and due to some cleaver magic by the High priestess, the statue and Andreaka’s respected presences.

“So,” Liam went to speak but Morgarina already had her arms wrapped around his chest. Her lips immediately locked with his as she shoved him to the ground.

“You have finally awakened my beloved! I knew it was you reincarnated from the first sight!” Morgarina said as she started to smother Liam in kisses.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Liam said, shoving Morgarina back. Her eyes kept locked onto him as she tried to figure out why he was allowing her to pin him.

“My apologies, I just want to talk, I’m not your past lover,” Liam said, getting a good guess of what Morgarina was probably thinking about him being the incarnation or reincarnation of her past life lover. God the whole thing sounded stupid to him, but if she believed in it, he could probably use this foolish belief to his advantage.

“But your kiss and your words,” Morgarina said, her white eyes largening as she looked at him.

“Sorry, but first I want to talk,” Liam said, sitting up and straightening his back. Morgarina bit her bottom lip like a stropping child as she went to stand. She had gotten her hopes up, it was her fault, of cause he wasn’t her past lover.

“Don’t you dare trick me like that again, or I’ll fucking castrate you,” Morgarina said as she moved to walk to the door.

“You know I may not be your past lover, but I could be,” Liam said, stopping Morgarina in her tracks. Raising an eyebrow, she turned to look at him.

“You are not my lover, but you could be? What do you mean?” Morgarina questioned, her voice straining to avoid showing her anger at his games. Liam put out a hand, gesturing for her to sit.

“Well wouldn’t you want to find out,” Liam said as he beamed a smile to Morgarina, knowing his words were enough to confuse her but as well had her interested.

“What are you plotting?” Morgarina said as she returned to her seat.

“Don’t worry, nothing that would harm you or your people. All I wish to do is make a deal,” Liam said as he gestured out to the side. Morgarina looked to where he gestured. Being blind, she couldn’t make out the details of the figures that moved forward, but she didn’t make out one familiar shape. The High priestess.

“This Boruma here is a friend of mine, and she holds some worksheets I have made that contain projects the could revulsions your tribe,” Liam nodded to Andreaka. Andreaka moved forward, leaving the high priestess by the side-line. Andreaka handed the plans made on large leaves to Liam.

“Now then, what if I said I could prove your religion wrong?” Liam said, watching Morgarina as her brow narrowed and her face moved into a sneer.

“What!” She went to start a rant at Liam but stopped as he lifted a hand. Pointing to the side, Morgarina looked to the high priestess. She could only see her outline, but she knew it was her. After all, she hadn’t seen the Boruma until she had moved forward, and there were very few people who could stop her power to see figures and shapes within magic.

“The bet is that if I can prove your religion wrong, then your tribe will confederate with us,” Liam started.

“And when you are wrong?” Morgarina snapped at him.

“If, if I am wrong, then I shall take the place as the incarnation/reincarnation of the moon god. As such I will marry you and give you the information on these worksheets,” Liam said, slightly relieved as he saw a wide smile spread over Morgarina’s lips.

“Fine, I agree. A free husband and new weapons or whatever you have on these leaves? How couldn’t I say no? But don’t get me wrong, when you lose you will also lose all rights. As you said, you aren’t my real love, but from what I gather you shall simply act like one. You shall be a political tool, a fake Moon God. Well at least until I find the real one, where I will then roast and eat you,” Morgarina said, a wicked grin on her lips.

“Aren’t you even a little curious to know how I will prove your religion wrong?” Morgarina’s mood immediately dipped as Liam said this.

“Fine, speak,” Morgarina said, quickly regaining her smug smile.

“The eclipse of the two suns and the moon. They happen a month, two months, three months, or sometime between that time, right? Well, what if I said the mating season was to happen only a couple of days after the mating season?” Liam said with a smile, knowing that the rare early eclipse wasn’t far away. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity for most humans to see it, so it was greatly anticipated. It was also the time that the military promised he would be home by, but of course, that wasn’t how, that went.

“HA! That’s it? If you did so you really would need to be a god!” Morgarina said as tears rolled down her cheeks as a laugher bellowed from her mouth and into Liam’s face.

“Good, I guess you agree,” Liam said, still not shaken by her confidence.

“YES! Yes, but anyway, may I ask why you have come to your greatness?” Morgarina said as she turned to face the figure of the high priestess.

“She just here to oversee the deal being made, and to make sure that you don’t try anything,” Liam said, wanting to get Morgarina to understand that he did have some very powerful people backing him.

“I see… Well, I look forward to having you on a leash soon.” Morgarina said before standing up. Smiling, she almost skipped to the door as she hummed a tune to herself.

“You know I now find myself often wondering your ambitions human. So many little things going through your head that I have seen. Such a fascinating little thing to an amazon,” Morgarina said, maybe being a little drunk was what made her so calm and free to speak her mind.

Once she was outside, Liam slumped onto the ground. Tucking his legs into his chest, he took in several deep breaths. Putting a thumbs up to Andreaka (a gesture it took embarrassingly long to teach her the meaning of) Andreaka immediately walked to the high priestess. Shoving her arm, she knocked the high priestess over. The figure crumbled into a pile of sticks with painted purple bands.

“Fucking hell, thank god she is blind,” Liam said as he dragged himself into a sitting position. The mating season was about to begin, a perfect time to finally get some of his projects finished. Sighing, he mentally remarked on how this long rode he had set himself on just seemed to get even longer.

Watching the Boruma picking up the sticks and hiding any traces of their presence, Liam started to ponder on what Morgarina had said before she had left. Ambition.

“Ambition. Such a meaningless thing. I have a job here, not an ambition,” Liam muttered to himself. Shivers ran through his body as his stomach turned. A warm, yet menacing hand gripped his shoulder.

“Are you sure you have no ambition?” A voice rang in his ears.