| I am not | Natalie Eva Marie |
@Melinoe Taming monsters is a job Heracles is extremely qualified for, as anyone who's heard the words "twelve labours" can attest to.
With Mel growing into a feral, unsettling form, the heroine grips those thinning wrists with the strength of two hundred men condensed into five fingers, and shoves the creature's head down with her other hand, keeping it close to her tan-marked crotch for some pheromone treatment.
@Melinoe Mel was unable to hear it over the sound of the waves, but while she's turned her back, Heracles has already discarded her own clothing. It takes only a few swift motions to undo the brunette's dress.
With her heavily tanned skin glowing under the sunlight, the heroine wraps an arm around her girlfriend's waist to start kissing her shoulder. These are not light smooches; Heracles wants to make sure they leave marks.
@Melinoe "When don't you, Mel?"
The redhead yanks her girlfriend closer.
"Have you ever done it on the beach?"
Heracles is perhaps a bit too austere for her own good, which is why her engagement and wedding plans to @Melinoe have all taken place in secret.
Only a select few have been invited to the ceremony: @Athena, @Hermes, @Aphrodite and @Morpheus. These were free to bring one person along with them, but only one.
With everyone seated, Heracles walks to the altar on her own to meet her bride.
@Morpheus The news makes Heracles lay her head on her hand, clearly upset at Perseus' return. A tense silence follows, only broken by an exasperated gasp from the redhead.
"She dares show her face again..."
@Morpheus The very first question on Heracles' mind is 'where is Morpheus' husband?'
The owner of the house is not polygamic like Aphrodite and Achilles, and her principles will never allow her to cheat on Mel. To see her wife's twin this drunk and thirsty for her is raising flags redder than her hair.
"What is this?! There are plenty of others out there for you to shag!"
