Star-crossed (Ichor Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: Somethings Budding

Zeus

I open my eyes as my hands instinctively reach out to metis. My wondering hands come up empty as I search the darkened room for the human. She sits on the center rug by the fire, her back to me as she works the canvas in her lap.

 I sit up my back against the headboard as I watch the women. When I had seen Are's son drag her into the arena I had been shell shocked. Me, the almighty Zeus shocked! It sounds like a farce but I was. This human looked so much like my first wife the Titaness Metis. Down to the jade eyes.

 Hecate had known id rush down to get her. That witch always had an inkling which god or goddess would fight for which human. When she was first dragged I watched my son and daughter both look intrigued. Apollo would have adored her talents as an artist and talents in bed. Artemis was always trying to save as many maidens as possible. 

Hera had seen the look in my eye which of course she gave me her most Iconic eye roll. Until her eyes landed on the girl. I jumped down into the ring before any of the other gods could even stand. I was claiming my prize. She was obedient just like my wife had been. 

Tricked into letting me swallow her all those eons ago. She watched me kill another human and yet she let me bed without a fight. I would have bedded her even if she fought me though.

My thoughts wondered to the picture she had painted of the shark. She could not have known how to draw something like that. Not unless she had gotten a visit from my brother. 

For a moment jealousy rose in my belly as it had when Id saw the servant staring at Metis's ass the night before. But it died, not even my brother knew where this villa was. It was late and we had fucked till she passed out. I was mildly amused she was awake let alone able to walk.

Pulling the sheets back I walked over to her to look over her shoulder. "Metis? What are you painting now?" She turned at the sound of my voice her eyes glossed over, almost taking on a milky appearance. She blinked a few times before the jade color returned, glowing in the low light of the dying fire. 

"I'm not sure. I woke up and felt like I had to paint or I can't go back to sleep." She showed me the canvas and I instantly recognized the place. She had perfectly captured mount Olympus. More specifically she had painted the 12 Olympian thrones. All were empty but she had matched the colors so perfectly. 

"Metis would you like to hear about my home?" Taking the painting from her hand I placed it gently on the ground taking her hand I led her back to bed. I sat up with my back against the backboard and she laid her head in my lap.

 I brushed her hair back as I had for my first wife. "On top of a large mountain lived all twelve Olympians. Each had their own residences. Then there was the Patheon where we met every day to have feasts and discuss fates of mortals. Each throne was made of black marble with detailed gold trim." I watched as Metis's eyes widen a fraction as she realized what she had painted.