Xenologue: What You Sow

Ruborian Desert:

Acheron Killgore found himself in a rather good mood considering. Bjorn was still a bit of a shock, and not just because of his odd speech pattern and giant stature, although the latter was perfectly understandable considering that Bjorn's mother was a giant mermaid. And speaking of Shirahoshi, hot damn had she become a complete babe while he'd been gone. She was still the sweetest thing you'd ever see, only now, holy crap. He was personally more of an ass guy, and she did have a fantastic example of one, but those tits. He recalled that once upon a time he had thought he could use her cleavage as a bed, well, triple that. Motherhood apparently did that to women, among other things. It was still a shock that he'd actually fathered a kid at all, considering how borderline sterile Overlords of the past had been. But, considering the amount of tail he got, that was probably still a good thing. He had to wonder if that meant Persephone would be barren…

Speaking of, he grinned fiendishly as he turned on his heel to leer at his sister. "Well, here we are. I believe your comeuppance has finally arrived."

Persephone scowled and kicked at the ground. "Please don't remind me. I'm trying to not think about this."

He chuckled. "Hey, you agreed to the bet when I proposed it."

His sister indignantly responded. "Well I had no reason to think that I would lose!"

He waggled his finger at the young woman. "And it's that exact arrogance that cost you. Eh? Don't answer that, dad more or less probably already told you as much in much kinder terms." He clapped his hands once. "So come on, I've a kid to get acquainted with and I'd rather not waste time with your hemming and hawing."

Slowly, grudgingly, scowling the whole while, Persephone raised her hands to her shoulders and slid the straps of her dress off, one at a time, left strap first. With a little shoulder action, the sheer fabric fell past her breasts to collect in a little pile around his sister's feet. This left only Persephone's high heeled shoes and lingerie, and the latter was actually quite the sight. Deep, vibrant purple lace that stood out sharply against Persephone's unnaturally pale, ivory-white skin. Surprisingly, there was a whole lot of it, enough that it looked like quite the ordeal to take off. He honestly felt rather unclean looking, but it was a small price to pay for the payoff.

He commented on his sister's choice of "intimate" apparel just to twist the metaphorical knife. "Huh, and I had you pegged as more of a string-thong girl. All that's shockingly modest for underwear." His gaze moved up a foot from her waist. "And damn, have you ever actually measured those boulders?" He snickered smarmily. "I'd guess, what, a solid 130 centimeters? And you're only eighteen? What in hell did Aunt Ivy feed you?"

Persephone's face flushed furiously. "Shut up." And then after a long moment she added something in a tone that was likely the closest she would ever get to "pleading." "Are you, are you going to at least let me keep my underwear?"

His crooked grin faded slightly. "Of course." He hastily added. "Like I said, you'd probably tit-slap yourself into unconsciousness trying to run if I made you take it all off."

Persephone didn't have anything to say about that, she just kept quiet and stared at the ground, rubbing one arm slowly. He hesitated for a few seconds, sure that this was a ploy but feeling guilty all the same. This was exactly how Persephone worked, she was a manipulator. She played with people's minds, emotions, and in certain cases other physical needs. But of course the latter didn't apply to him, she was his little sister after all.

He said it slowly to himself. "She's my sister…" He sighed to himself. "Ok, look, let's just forget about this, alright? I'm your big brother, I can't do this to you." He tried to save face instantly. "But you owe me! No pranks on me, any of my mistresses, or Bjorn for the foreseeable future!"

Persephone's dress flew back up surrounded in a purple haze of magic. "Yes! Agreed, no objections." A portal back to the Netherworld opened up within a heartbeat and his sister made fast tracks for it, only to pause and turn back towards him with one foot through. "Hey, thank you, seriously."

He waved the thanks off. "Don't mention it. Dad might start to get it into his head that we like being around each other, and we can't have that."

Persephone smiled, a genuine one as opposed to an arrogant or bitchy smile. "Of course not." She hesitated for a few seconds. "Hey, you wouldn't mind if I came to meet Bjorn with you, would you? I mean, he is technically my nephew, even though he's older than me."

He nodded once. "Sure thing. I'm sure the big lug would be thrilled." He let out one short laugh. "I'll try to make sure he doesn't hug you to death like he almost did to me."

Persephone vanished into the portal home, and he felt strangely better. Cleaner somewhat, lighter. Maybe not being at his sister's throat all the time, and vice versa, wouldn't be a bad thing to try.