One time, for her husband’s millionth birthday, Isshakhu gifted Millagua a magnificent chunk of amber the size of a fist, which she affixed to a pendant.

“This,” Isshakhu promised, “will keep you awake and moving forever and ever, my dearest love.”

Amazingly, her enchanted pendant of amber worked like, well, a charm. And the couple was never happier. Millagua and Isshakhu spent a lot of time together. Weeks turned into months, years, and decades. The decades rolled into centuries.

Eventually, Millagua started leaving the house late at night.

Growing suspicious, Isshakhu followed Millagua out of the house one night. She trailed him across the heavens, through a cosmic port hole, and into the domain of Cannesia, where he soared down from the blue dome of the sky to the Island Citadel of Sot. There, Isshakhu watched as Millagua lay down with Meranda, a maiden demigod who waited for Millagua in an isolated hut at the edge of the island.

When Isshakhu saw them rutting, she crept into the room. So loud was Meranda’s moaning and Millagua’s grunting that they didn’t hear her come in.

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Finally she snuck under the bed and waited.

Just before Millagua’s point of orgasm, Isshakhu leaped into sight and snatched the amber rock, which hung from around Millagua’s neck like a pendant. Immediately, her husband froze.

She brought him back to heaven just so: a figure frozen just before his peak, with the most ridiculous look on his face.

All the gods in heaven laughed and laughed.

Millagua was a laughingstock for years and years.

Finally, when Isshaku had had enough, she gathered all the gods and courtiers of heaven to the Opal Colosseum for an after-dinner party. When all the guests were ready, Isshaku returned her gift of amber to her husband.

Millagua unfroze, and immediately experienced an intense, uncontrollable orgasm: “Don’t Sto—?” he said, inflecting his tone upwards, as if in question, as he realized in a moment of horror that, not only had he been found out, but everyone he knew was watching and laughing at him.

Isshaku chose that moment to withdraw her gift of amber from Millagua. That look of mingled horror and embarrassment, combined with his erection, which was frozen in time, seemed to her the perfect place to let him rest.

Then, for hundreds of years thereafter, any time a god or courtier passed Millagua’s frozen body standing there in the Opal Colosseum, they all shouted,

“sto–?”