Deity Lover Maradon 2 (special preview)

I sigh, realizing I wouldn’t have much time to try and soothe Maradon before we approached Mythri. Sure, Mythri was queen over one of the Empire’s most powerful armies, but I doubt she had strength enough to take on Maradon. I would have to act fast to save that poor woman’s neck.

“Is she really worth it, love?” I ask.

Maradon’s eyes flash lightening at me. “She is a threat to you and me, my love,” Maradon snarls. “How can you not see it, Ariston?”

I wonder how someone like my Maradon can’t see the folly of mortals, but that will have to wait until after they meet Mythri in person and discover she is nothing but human like I am. At least I assume I’m still mortal, not sure how bedding a god-king works.

Maradon takes us to the Rakshasa court, transporting us on their storm clouds over the ocean. Of course, they make a big show outside the Rakshasa royal palace. Massive storm clouds, howling wings, thunder, lightening, all the works of course.

The army greets us with, armed to the teeth as we step out of the cloud. Maradon looks them over and with a sneer, demands to see the queen. We are kept waiting for what feels like hours, but eventually, we are led through the castle by a black panther.

“I apologize,” I say suddenly and Maradon glares at me. They have taken their feminine form in an attempt to one-up Mythri in supposed beauty. “My partner has heard stories of Mythri, and all they want is to talk.”

Maradon scoffs.

The black panther looks at me. “We are taking threats extremely serious,” he growls. “The queen’s life, as well as the lives of her children, have been threatened one too many times now.” He says. “If one hair on her head is harmed, it will be war with whatever place you call home.”

The panther leads us into a room where Mythri and her husband are sitting in wait. Mythri stands up and approaches the door. She smiles to the panther. “Thank you, Kalidas,” she says with a gentle voice. She then stands before Maradon and me, gazing up at Maradon with a look of awe.

“Welcome,” she says, bowing low. “Had you told us you were coming, we would have been better prepared to accept you. Please,” she motions to the comfortable looking chairs surrounding the table. “I’ve made tea and something to eat. If you’re around for dinner, it won’t be very long.”