Nika believes the mysterious man who tends his garden with such love deserves to be made immortal. As long as he spends eternity with her.
Ares, God of War, was just looking for a little down time. He found a delightful nymph to make his goddess instead.
His eyes twinkled with amusement at her words. Again a twinge of doubt assaulted her. She had laced her voice with power, he should have acquiesced immediately. She could almost feel him forcing his body to relax. This shouldn’t be. What manner of man was he? Unfurling her wings, she allowed all the essence of her godhood to bathe the room in a soft, glowing light. No man could withstand the pure beauty of a nymph.
“You dare to defy me, mortal? I should fly away and leave you wanting.”
“But you won’t, will you, my lovely little nymph?” Nika hesitated, her light dimming slightly. Who was this man? Some by-blow of one of the minor gods? “Show me your true form, Nika.”
“I am in my true form.” Frustration laced ever syllable. This should not be.
“As you were before, little one. Before you served Gaia’s forests. Show me your true form, love.”
Nika’s wings disappeared. Her eyes turned from the leaf green she had worn for so long to deep soulful brown. Green hair was replaced by ropes of braids falling to the small of her coffee colored back. She transformed before she could stop herself. She sat perched on his groin her true self; Nika of Kemet, naked and exposed for his eyes.
“You’re glorious.” The whispered words were so full awe that Nika forgot the strangeness of the situation. “More dazzling than any goddess.” She shivered as Ares ran a single fingertip down the valley between her breasts. He sat up, holding her close. “Stay just as you are, Nika the Magnificent.”
“They can hear you,” she warned, but she knew he didn’t care. She didn’t either. Not when he held her like this.
“Let them hear.”