Rhea Birthday Story #4

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Rhea bit her nail as she thought about her mother’s life. She’d taken the king as one of her lovers and discarded him as soon as she found herself pregnant. Rhea wanted more than to let her magic determine her life as a brood mare.

Despite her many lovers Rhea remained her mother’s only child. Her mother liked to claim the Moon Goddess chose her lovers but Rhea always knew her mother used that as an excuse to bed as many men as she wanted.

Rhea glanced out the window she could spot two moons clearly in the sky but was that a third on peeking over the horizon? She didn’t dare ask. Beside she didn’t really need to. Magic tingled across her skin like little pinpricks.

She rubbed her thighs together as desire surged through her.

Taking slow meditative breaths, Rhea tried to calm her surging hormones.

“Ouch.”

She looked in shock at the drip of blood on her arm.

“Your mother gave this to me before we left home,” Jamie waved the injection gun.

“What did you give me?”

“I thought she was insane, you know like usual.” Jamie shrugged. “I guess this time she was right.”

“What did you give me!” Rhea gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to punch her sister. It wouldn’t look good if her sister’s prince saw her with a bloody nose.

“I don’t know she said it would cool you down and frankly you were starting to look like a sand cat in heat.” Jamie slid the injector back into her bag.

“How fast are we going?” Rhea asked the guard.

The guard frowned. “Why?”

“Because I’d like to know how much my sister will bounce when I throw her out the window,” Rhea replied with a sweet smile.

“Oh come on Rhea you know I did it for your own good,” Jamie whined.

“And tossing you out the window will be for my own good too,” Rhea insisted.

She threw herself against the cushion with a sigh. Ice poured through her veins from the injection of whatever her sister had given her. She did feel a bit better but she’d rather rip out her own fingernails then admit it.

“How much longer until we get there,” Jamie’s habitual whine started up again.

Rhea clenched her book tight and took deep breaths to battle the urge to brain her sister with it. Her head ached from the drug crawling from her system and yes, that is another moon rising.

With her eyes closed she could feel it call to her, pulling her magic back to the surface. Whatever she’d been given was already starting to fade. Maybe her mother hadn’t calculated a per moon dose.

“We should arrive in another three circles,” the guard replied.

“Circles? What’s a circle?” Jamie asked, exasperation filling her voice.

“An hour, Jamie. Did you read none of the literature!”

Rhea glared at her sister.

“Rhea!” Jamie shouted.

“What?”

“Your eyes! They sparkle.”

“You really need to stop reading romances, sis.” Rhea frowned at her delusional sibling.

Jamie reached into her bag and pulled out one of her many mirrors. “Look.” She opened the compact and pointed it at Jamie.

“Oh, dear.” Rhea widened her eyes to examine her reflection. The whites of her eyes sparkled like fairy dust or in this case, moon light.