Everyone ate, drank, and laughed.

  Two guests even tried to flirt with Ana and Epona, which made Rodrigo uncomfortable.

  Fortunately for him, both goddesses rejected their advances.

  Moments later, Ana dragged Rodrigo to dance while music played on an instrument similar to a lyre, called a kithara, accompanied by flutes and tambourines.

  Rodrigo was embarrassed, but Ana told him to relax and imitate her movements.

  They held each other’s hands and moved gently in rhythm with the kithara.

  Ana looked stunning that night—she wore a long red dress with long sleeves and golden details. The dress left her shoulders and part of her chest exposed, and she wore an exquisite golden diadem on her forehead.

  “Alright, that’s enough, it’s my turn to dance with him,” Epona said as she stepped beside Rodrigo.

  The horse goddess wore a long white dress with a wide black stripe and a white veil covering her hair. Her green eyes were exceptionally beautiful that night, and Rodrigo remembered just how much he liked her.

  Despite the small scar under her lip, her smile, her tender eyes, and her golden hair gleaming in the firelight made her look like a literal goddess standing before him.

  Ana refused.

  “Go find a dance partner in the stables,” she told her.

  “At least I have class, Ana. What are those filthy rags showing half your chest? Well, I assume you call that a chest—it looks more like the sagging tits of an obese king,” Epona retorted while grabbing Rodrigo’s other hand.

  “I’m prettier than you, horse-face,” Ana snapped.

  Epona grabbed her breasts and began shaking them.

  “Look at these, Ana. You’ll never compete with this… with whatever those are. Are you sure you’re a goddess? Maybe you’re just a eunuch with a wig?” Epona said.

  “Girls, stop…” Rodrigo murmured, flustered.

  “Well well, Rowan, you’re quite the Adonis with the ladies,” Athena interjected, putting her arm over Rodrigo’s back.

  The goddess was drunk—her alcoholic breath could probably be smelled from miles away.

  “No, it’s just… they like to mess around,” Rodrigo said, embarrassed.

  “Well, well; with whom would you sleep with tonight? Tell me,” Athena slurred drunkenly.

  “MASTER! Don’t say things like that!” Ana yelled, furious.

  “I think she’s had enough,” Epona said, annoyed.

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  “Don’t be shy, girls. Epona, if you don’t want to lose your virginity, there are OTHER ways to avoid breaking your vows…” Athena continued drunkenly.

  Ana and Epona both turned bright red, glaring murderously.

  “STOP IT, ATHENA! Those things are not said out loud!” Ana screamed.

  Horus arrived and grabbed Athena’s arm, pulling it over his shoulder.

  “I’m sorry you had to see that, girls. I’ll take her away now. The poor thing can’t handle more than two glasses of wine,” the Egyptian god said.

  “Hey, hey, Horus, where’s more wine? I’m not drunk yet!” Athena mumbled as Horus dragged her out.

  “I think I’ll go back to the room… I’m not in the mood to celebrate anymore,” Ana said, still flustered.

  “As you wish. That means I can stay with Rodrigo all night, right?” Epona asked with a mischievous look.

  “Do whatever you want,” Ana said angrily as she turned and left.

  “You heard her, Rodrigo. You’re mine all night,” Epona said coyly.

  Rodrigo grew nervous and nodded.

  He couldn’t help blushing and trembling around Epona.

  He liked her—a lot. From the moment he first saw her, he thought she was the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on. She had started out foul-mouthed, sounding like a sailor, but as he got to know her, her speech had softened a little.

  He couldn’t keep inappropriate thoughts out of his head. And when Epona pressed her body against his—when he felt her soft breasts against him—he had an involuntary erection that Epona immediately noticed.

  The goddess looked at him with a lustful gaze but said nothing.

  Rodrigo was mortified, but he couldn’t push her away—and deep down, he didn’t want her to move at all, afraid everyone would see.

  He didn’t have formal clothes, so Epona and Ana had chosen an outfit for him: a blue set with black stockings, brown shoes, and a medieval blue hat.

  His stockings did not hide the erection at all.

  “You know, Rodrigo… I know you like Ana, but I think she can only see you as her disciple. Tell me, would you like to experience what Athena mentioned? After all, we don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Might as well enjoy life while we can,” Epona whispered seductively, running her hands gently along his body—the boy shaking like a leaf.

  “I… I don’t think… that’s a good idea…” Rodrigo stammered.

  “Ana won’t find out. And I can see how you always look at me. And your little friend down there is convincing me to do bad things with you. It’s a very good size… I’d like to try it,” Epona continued.

  Rodrigo didn’t know what to do.

  Of course he wanted Epona more than anything—but it felt wrong. They were hours away from a battle, and a friend was suffering.

  But was that his fault?

  This was the first time in his life he had the chance to lose his virginity.

  Human girls had always rejected him. He tried being a gentleman, but nerves always ruined it. Being rumored as the son of a demon didn’t help—women avoided him immediately.

  But here was a goddess, willing to sleep with him.

  He couldn’t even control his erection.

  He needed to think.

  The boy gently pushed Epona away.

  “Sorry, Ep. I want to… but I know I shouldn’t. Besides, you’re drunk, so I can’t take advantage of you. I’m sorry,” Rodrigo said.

  “Well… fine then, Rodrigo. You really make me jealous of Ana. She’s pretty, strong… even with her past, she always smiles and is full of energy. I’m just a simple pastoral horse goddess—I’m weak, small, I use crude language from being raised in stables, and now I have this ugly scar on my face. I get it,” Epona said, turning her gaze away.

  “That’s not what I meant,” Rodrigo said, ashamed.

  “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry. Really. Ana is better than me—I’ve always known that. I’ll head out now,” Epona said with her back turned as she walked away.

  A tear slipped from her right eye.

  Epona left, and Rodrigo remained alone at the banquet—silent as a tomb.

  He had ruined everything, but he didn’t know what else he could have done… or said.