SACRIFICE TO THE MOON (Completed) #Wattys2020

CHAPTER 7

Ziana was dutifully rearranging the Prince's room for the twelfth time that day.
   She had to keep herself busy else she would collapse of heart ache. There was no denying her love for prince Waya. 
     She was just eighteen years but she was sure she loved him with every fibre of her being.
   When she was done cleaning, she reached for her braided black hair and attempted to loosen and re-braid. It was at that moment an incensed Waya barged in.
   His sudden entrance caused her to jerk in shock. Waya didn't even pay any attention to her as he marched to his massive bed and flung himself upon it.
Ziana waited a few minutes for the prince to calm himself before approaching the bed tentatively.
      When she got to his bed she waited for him to look at her. Waya counted up to ten before looking at her. He never wanted to get angry in her presence.
   One look at her and his breath was taken away. Covering her ample breasts was just a piece of transparent material that clearly outlined the contours of her nipples.
    Around her waist was another piece of transparent cloth that didnt cover as far as her inner thigh.
     She was oiled, scented and  most of all young and beautiful. Waya opened his arms wide. With a smile on her face, she melted into him.
    "Who upset you?" Ziana asked concerned.
      "Its a long story, I don't want to bother you with it"
Ziana smiled.
  "Am your hand maid, it's my job to listen to all your bothering stories"
   Waya couldn't help but smile.
  "Am going to move down and suckle on your penis while you tell me what happened deal?"
   Waya could do nothing but nod sheepishly.
  A few seconds later after Ziana took his manhood into her mouth, the sweet sensation caused Waya to go into detail why he was annoyed.
     Ziana was still draped over Waya when a knock rapped on the door.
    She rose attempting to answer who ever was at the door but prince Waya held her down and arose from the bed to answer the door himself.
    He marched his naked muscular frame to the door. Even without opening the door, he knew the palace guards would only allow the goddess Athena and Freya close to this quarters.
    Both women never came to his quarters. So the only person who could be rapping on his door in such an impatient manner would be Freya's guards.
     He held the door open and he wasn't wrong because standing outside his enormous quarters were Sai and Saie. One glance at them was enough to tell the prince they had been racing all the way to his quarters.
     They didn't wait for him to question them when they blurted in unison.
     "We are under attack".
    Karmia was an asteroid orbiting the moon, it was here Athena used as her fort. This was where Athena's army were being attacked.
   Atlas son of Poseidon, prince of the sea and younger brother of Orion was in the bottom of the sea watching the enchanted water when his elder brother Orion marched in, his bow in hand.
    "Baby brother " Orion teased.
      "Don't call me that" Atlas whined.
   Orion laughed heartily. His younger brother was just one hundred and eighty years old, a child compared to beings like him who were
Six hundred years and counting. He was his only brother at least his only brother from the same mother.
     Atlas was beautiful in every sense of the word. Although he was one of Poseidon's countless children, he did not share in their bloodlust.
  His short white hair was in contrast to his black armour made specially for him by his father Poseidon from rare sea gems man hadn't yet discovered.
   It was the only thing he ever received from his father.
     At a tender age, his father king of the sea had deemed him too weak and therefore overlooked him.
     Orion on the other hand was all his father wanted in a son. Merciless, power hungry, blood thirsty, cruel and above all an expert fighter. Orion always felt it was his duty to protect his brother, but not for anything, for the fact, he was all he had.