Chapter Sixteen
Obedience watched the group of jovial agents as they entered Ken’s sick-room. They seemed entirely too gleeful, and had to be up to something. The witch kept busy cleaning out a cupboard while gluing a close eye to the bunch.
“Ken.” JP tittered, seeing the prone man’s eyes open. “We were hoping you’d be awake. Feeling better?” He sent an elbow into Coby’s ribs, and damned if the men couldn’t stop snickering like schoolboys.
Ken caught on pretty quickly that something was afoot. “I’m awake, assholes,” he sighed. His head had to be pounding. Dr. Dani said that he’d received a concussion. Probably when that douchebag Matthew had kicked him in the temple.
“What do you want?” he groused again.
In actuality, his injuries had begun to heal in a fairly rapid manner, other than his head and his broken ribs. Thanks to Vesca and her ever-handy liquid, his testicles had gone back down to normal size, and the skin on his back and ass could now stand to have a sheet resting over it. A vast improvement.
“We just wanted to visit and find out firsthand how you’re doing,” Flick answered innocently. “We heard that you were having an amazing recovery using a…home cure.”
They all snickered again.
Ken sighed, and girded to answer.
“I know what you guys are getting at, and I’m going to kill Lenore for her big mouth.”
Obedience also figured that any intel had to have come from the chatty goddess, since she―and certainly Dani―hadn’t started the rumors. What exactly did Ken know, she wondered? Nobody had told him where the unorthodox liquid originated.
The bedridden agent sighed again. “If it makes you happy, I’ll confirm it.” Ken grimaced, able to raise up onto his elbows to take in the whole group, clearly causing himself pain in the process. “Yes, Vesca used her sweet little hands to wipe a concoction on my balls. Are you happy now?”
Bee-Dee nearly groaned. He wouldn’t get the response he expected.
“Yeah. Right.” New laughter ensued, and Gramps chortled. “A concoction?” He turned to punch Z in the shoulder. “Did you hear that? I’ve heard it called a bunch of things, but never that.”
He continued, obviously unable to contain his glee. “So tell us, Ken. Was this particular concoction previously…‘downloaded’…or did you, uh, take it right off the website?” He snickered, lapsing into computer vernacular, rife with innuendo. Ken’s visitors doubled over in hysterics, but the patient clearly didn’t find it funny. Obedience scowled and stepped in.
“Okay, gentlemen.” She approached the group and waved a hand in the air, threateningly. “If you don’t want to sustain all kinds of injuries to your own man parts, say goodbye to Ken and let him rest.” Bee-Dee started in surprise when Ken stopped her imminent augury.
“It’s all right, Obedience.” His eyes held curious speculation. “I want them to explain.”
The witch shook her head at him, but he gave her a look. She knew when to back off. “Fine. Just don’t complain to me when you get an earful of macho nonsense.” She stepped away, but this time did nothing to disguise the fact that she eavesdropped.
“JP? You want to tell me what Gramps means?” Ken hitched a thumb at the convulsed computer geek, and addressed the one who seemed the least amused. Although even JP’s face remained far from stoic. “What’s in the stuff Vesca put on me?”
“Why do I have to tell him?” Jett complained. “You guys are the ones who…”
Ken flopped back onto his chest and exhaled loudly. “Get yourselves under control and just tell me already.”
JP looked pained, so finally Flick stepped up and took over more than willingly. “We thought maybe you knew,” he supplied, “But since you don’t, I’ll tell you. What she spread on you? It’s direct from the god’s milk bottles, man. Or in this case…” he didn’t even try to hide his mirth, “…goddesses’ milk bottles.”
Ken’s brows came together in a frown. Understanding dawned. He looked horrified, before his face slowly turned beet red.
“Are you telling me…” he spluttered, unable to get the words out of his mouth.
“Yup,” Gramps affirmed. “Boob nectar for you.” He grinned. “All over your body…including a testicular milk bath.”
Ken raised shocked eyes to Obedience for confirmation, and received a shrug for his troubles. Just as she’d thought. Stupid, anxiety-laden macho shit. Time to nip it in the bud.
“And this is amusing, why?” she asked pointedly. She stabbed a finger toward Ken’s appalled face. “It’s cut your healing down by weeks…and took you from ten on a scale of pain, to four. Or do you forget the agony in your dangly bits yesterday? You want to renege on the treatment and revisit that?”
Ken ran a hand over his face in mute acknowledgement of her tirade, looking sheepish all of a sudden. But the guys weren’t finished.
“I heard that spreading it on your body helps you heal, but if you ingest it directly from the source”—Cub waggled his eyebrows—”you can be as good as cured.”
“Direct from the…” Ken swallowed his incredulous retort.
“Imagine that.” Flick got a look on his face that Bee-Dee knew wouldn’t sit well with the patient. “I could wrap my lips…”
“What the hell? I’m going to fucking kill you.” Now Ken became incensed. His face hadn’t lost any of its color, so his blood pressure must be leaping. Obedience feared he would surge up from the bed and tear his stitches. She’d heard enough.
“Out you go, or what I turn you into will make you wish you were dead,” she threatened, her anger morphing into a storm. “Go.”
The group made for the door, smartly knowing when to cut their losses, but their parting shots were still designed to sting.
“Kenny boy, save some for me.” A fake cough emanated from Flick. “I feel a chill coming on.”
“Yeah,” agreed Cub, “let me know next time the pharmacy is open for business.”
“Wah, wah,” cried Z, “You and Girin are two lucky babies.”
By the time the door closed, Bee-Dee could see Ken poised to blow a gasket.
“Get Vesca for me,” he demanded.
“Ken, just because your friends are asses, don’t lose sight of the fact that she did this out of…”
“Get her, now.” Ken clearly didn’t want to hear anything Bee-Dee had to say. She threw him a dirty look. Fine. Ingrate. Hypocrite. What exactly would he do once he confronted Vesca? Make the goddess take it back? More likely he’d alienate the nurturing woman. Bee-Dee snorted. It would be Ken’s loss. She spelled out of the room.
Vesca and Tess looked up as Obedience popped into the nursery. The ample-breasted goddess watched Tess nurse her own little one. Bee-Dee knew that the progress with the baby made them both extremely pleased. They discovered that once Vesca took the edge off Girin’s hunger, the fussy guy would finally calm down enough to take mother’s milk. A joyful revelation for everyone. Vesca got some time off, and Tess got that wonderful togetherness she craved, without feeling guilty that her baby wasn’t getting enough sustenance.
“Hey Bee-Dee. Come to see my little prince?” Tess looked so content, it nearly broke Bee-Dee’s heart. She’d never had a child; never dared, with her precarious position amongst humans. Centuries passed, thinking of how much she would have loved to bear Kulla’s baby. She thrust the thought away. How selfish of her to speculate right now, on something more than likely out of the question.
“I actually came to get Vesca”—she turned to the blonde goddess—”and warn you.”
Vesca’s hands stilled in the middle of folding a blanket, with a hand to her throat. “Has Ken taken a turn for the worse?” Her voice held an edge of panic.
“Only mentally,” Bee-Dee complained in a wry voice. At the puzzled looks, she explained. “His boys visited him a few minutes ago, and filled him in on what you’d been spreading on his body.”
Vesca’s face fell. “I knew it couldn’t be kept a secret. He bec
ame horrified, didn’t he,” she stated with a tremble in her voice.
“I wouldn’t say horrified, as much as blindsided. It didn’t sit well with him now that he thinks the whole household knew when he didn’t.” Bee-Dee gave an apologetic shrug. “Ken asked me to come get you. What do you think?”
“I think I’ve done nothing that I wouldn’t do again.” The nursemaid squared her shoulders. “And if he doesn’t like it, I’ll…I’ll…” She ran out of words, obviously not knowing what she’d do, then bit her bottom lip, and sighed. “Let’s go,” she huffed. “You will come with me, won’t you?” The desperate plea in her eyes had Bee-Dee readily agreeing. She’d damned well “spell” Ken’s lips shut if he said anything to hurt Vesca. But before they poofed back to the patient’s room, Obedience had a quick idea.
“Vesca, can you express some milk into a cup, and wait here for me. I’ll be quick, okay?” Both goddesses looked perplexed, but Vesca complied. She went to the other side of the nursery, dropped her top and hooked up to the pump. A few minutes later she handed Obedience the few ounces in the attached container, and watched her disappear.
She regained her body next to her beloved immortal.
“Kulla?”
Her lovely god sat in his wheelchair out on his balcony enjoying the spring air. “Obedience, my beautiful witch.” His smile flew to her heart, warm and welcoming. “I missed you.”
Bee-Dee laughed. She’d spent the night before curled up next to him in bed. Although he hadn’t given in to sex yet, they both found it more and more difficult to be apart. “What do you have there?” he asked.
Obedience believed she knew Kulla well. She didn’t think this would be a problem. “I’ve got some of Vesca’s breast milk.”
His eyebrows went up. “For what purpose?”
“You’re probably the only one in the whole compound who doesn’t know, but Vesca’s milk has healing properties. She’s been using it on Ken, topically, to heal his wounds, and now I think it’s time he manned up to drink some. It will heal him completely, I’m sure of it.”
“And what do I have to do with this little plan?” Kulla wrinkled his forehead suspiciously.
“His team teased him unmercifully this morning about the milk, and I could tell he felt mortified. If he’s going to drink it—” Obedience just jumped right in. “—he’ll feel better if someone else has done it first.”
Kulla’s face screwed up into a mask of distaste. “You want me to drink that,” he stated, giving the cup a hairy eyeball.
“If you would.” Obedience held it out and listened to him sigh. Yes. He took the cup. Brave man.
Kulla eyed it, grousing. “And someone couldn’t have told me about this when I was completely without legs?” He held his breath and downed the milky liquid in one swallow. He held the cup back out to Bee-Dee, grimacing. She grinned.
“I’m certain it wouldn’t have helped you regenerate,” she let him know. “And it’s probably not quite as effective at healing massive god wounds as it is with major damage in humans.” She shrugged. “Then once you were at a stage where it might have helped with regaining substance and strength, the whole Ken thing happened and it slipped by us. But I think today’s results might make you forgive our oversight.”
He looked down to where her gaze now rested on his legs and his eyes went wide. Color crept fast into his limbs and by the time he flexed them in and out two or three times, they were as good as new. He smacked his lips, making an exaggerated pass over them with his tongue to see if he’d missed any droplets.
“Damn! Elixir of the goddesses,” he declared, whooping his joy, and stood up from his chair. He picked Bee-Dee up and swung her around. “Let’s go see if we can knock some sense into Ken.”
They retrieved Vesca first, then trooped into the infirmary where an impatient Ken waited. Kulla used his body to block the little goddess from Ken’s ire, but she peeked around timidly, witnessing his scowl. The agent didn’t look pleased with the entourage.
“I’ll speak to Vesca alone,” he stated flatly.
“The hell you will,” Kulla answered. “And you can wipe that pissy look off your face right now and thank her for her healing properties.” It took a minute for Ken to notice that Kulla stood without aid.
“So you’re walking now.” He snorted. “Then it’s easy for you to get in my face about this. You’re a god and you heal fast without being administered questionable substances. Nobody else in this house has been subjected to her…remedies,” Ken decried.
Kulla did a repeat of licking his lips, like he’d done earlier. “Best tasting remedy I’ve ever had the pleasure of drinking.” His eyes taunted Ken, daring him to ask.
“You didn’t…you couldn’t.” Ken’s face went wild.
“I did,” Kulla confirmed. “And it was delicious.” He reached back and squeezed the hand of the distraught goddess while skewering Ken. “Now don’t you have something you want to say to the little lady? Something that involves an apology for making her feel bad?”
Bee-Dee nearly laughed and ruined the whole scene. Kulla was laying it on a little thick, but he always had been a champion for women’s rights, even back before women knew they wanted such a thing. Ken had trouble forming words.
“You…you drank from…you touched…?”
“What are you asking, Ken?” Kulla crossed his arms over his massive chest and gave a deep glower. “And watch your language.”
“Did you…partake of Vesca’s, goodness?” The now perspiring agent stuttered.
Obedience knew what he was thinking; what Kulla had purposely made him wonder, and the picture of Kulla latched on to Vesca’s willing nipple gave Ken fits.
Her wonderful man let the agent sweat for a few long moments before holding out his hand to Bee-Dee. She gladly slapped the now empty cup into it. Kulla raised the vessel and wiggled it in the patient’s direction.
“Yeah. I did. From this cup, after my Chosen,” Kulla emphasized the word, “gave it to me. And I thanked this lovely lady for sharing it, as you should be doing right now, you imbecile.”
“Enough, Kulla. Thank you.” Vesca was clearly done. She put a small hand on Kulla’s muscled arm and moved out from behind him.
Kulla sent a silent question to Obedience, and she gave a nod. Time for the unspoken business between the two to unfold. She moved out of the way while Vesca approached the bed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, Ken.” The goddess blushed pink. “And I’m sorry you had to find out from your friends. But in my defense, the first time I used my…milk, you were not in any condition to say yes or no. You needed the healing I could give, and I don’t feel bad for providing it.”
Ken quickly lost all of his bluster in the face of Vesca’s pretty speech, and now looked like the apologetic male Obedience thought he should be. His chest deflated. “No, Vesca. I’m sorry. I’m an ass. I cared more about being embarrassed, than appreciative for what you did.” He slid over on the bed and gestured that she should sit beside him. Ken took in a long hard breath and dug even deeper. “I guess it also bothered me that the guys were talking about your breasts. They shouldn’t be disrespecting you like that.”
Vesca ran a hand down Ken’s unshaven cheek. “I know it bothers you, but for me it’s business as usual. My breasts are my work, Ken. And they’re spoken about all the time.” She gave him a gentle smile. “I really don’t mind. And I’m not sure what the big fixation is. My breasts are functional, and that’s the beginning and end of it.”
Ken studied Vesca’s face carefully, and nearly groaned. What he saw there, Bee-Dee knew, prompted him to carefully construct his next question. “Have you ever had anyone…take your nipple into their mouth and…”
Vesca’s tinkling laugh broke into his question and filled the room. “Of course I have, silly. Girin does it numerous times a day, and before him, I’ve had three other babies who have gummed me with vigor.”
Ken’s eyes darkened. Obviously, he did not have ba
bies in mind and Vesca’s innocence confirmed the suspicions he held. “I mean a man, Vesca. Have you ever had a man put his mouth on you?”
Her eyes went wide and her mouth formed a big “O.” She shifted on the bed uncomfortably before answering. “I haven’t. No, it’s never come up,” she whispered, nearly inaudibly.
Ken cleared his throat. Now he tiptoed with his words, but he’d take the risk. “So I’m to understand that uh…drinking your milk is a more effective means of healing than the topical treatments you’ve been providing?” His Adams-apple bobbed up and down, nervously.
“That’s true,” she admitted cautiously.
“I wonder if I might…if you would…” the agent brought a hand up toward the lovely chest that hovered above him. With his eyes and his reach, Ken made it clear what he wanted. Vesca’s voice cracked huskily when she found it.
“I’d like that.” She exhaled. “As a matter of fact, I think I might like that a lot.” Vesca fumbled for the front fastening of her shirt.
“Time for us to go, big guy.” Obedience punched Kulla solidly on the arm.
“But it’s just getting good,” he groused, rubbing the spot and pouting.
“Right. Good for them,” she told her man, tugging him toward the door. Then succumbing to an impish urge, Bee-Dee dragged one of her god’s large hands up to rest around her eager breast. Her nipple stuck out into his palm.
“My breasts might not be medicinal, but I guarantee if you suck on them, you’ll feel better, too.”
Chapter Seventeen
Bee-Dee woke up to a persistent nudge at her backside. As she became more aware, a slow smile spread across her face. Kulla breathed quietly, indicating sleep, but his cock? Lively and raring to go. She didn’t hesitate for a minute to ponder the ethics of taking advantage while the god lay unaware. She weighed her options, doubting she could fit her pussy onto his glorious appendage without waking him. But she certainly could use her mouth until he devolved into putty in her hands. Then maybe he’d relent to fucking her silly. The witch so loved a plan.
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