Sea Foam and Pearls
Summary
The lovely Goddess of the Sea is angry and bored. What will it take to simmer this precarious divinity down? Language,
Pearls and Sea Foam
Pearls and Sea Foam
Flora_Winters
I do not own DragonLance and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: The lovely Goddess of the Sea is angry and bored. What will it take to simmer this precarious divinity down? Language, MF, MM, OC, Violence, WIP
Prologue
Zeboim was not happy. In fact, she was most upset. Her crystal-like spittle was vicious flashes of deadly lightning and devastating hail. She had just gotten finished drowning her favorite sea captain in a fit of blind rage. Well, it was more like she had drowned the whole damn sea-faring town. The little bug should have known better than to stick it in another who wasn’t her most everything. All the little worms should have known better. They knew she stomped her feet when enraged. How could they not notice a hundred foot tidal wave coming to eat their faces?
That captain had been very strong and handsome, too. That was what upset her the most. Now the horny fool was shark turds.
She rolled her beautiful, stormy eyes. Mortals were so damn stupid. That bitch she once called mother had been most correct in that assumption. Plus, stupidity kills. Stupidity killed Mommy Dearest with a big sharp, pointy thingy through the chest.
“Save us, Zeboim!” A frightened voice cried out in drowning despair. She could hear her ocean as it filled mortal lungs.
Yeah, right! What have you selfish little whores done for me, hmm? Not a damn thing, that’s what!
She sent her titanic sized sharks forth to feast upon the dead and the soon-to-be. The screams were wonderful, for the first five seconds then it just got annoying. But, this would teach the sludge a lesson. She was the sea. Nobody gets to make a pearly mess between her luscious legs and then make a fool of her. NOBODY!
She looked at her bejeweled altars with a divine sneer. What use was all this crap to her? These trinkets were so boring. Everything was so boring. Even killing was starting to get boring. Watching men drown just didn’t turn her on anymore.
She was a goddess! Why was she so bored?
Her godly gaze suddenly widened in surprise. She knew what she wanted more than the deaths of all unfaithful bastards.
The salty winds whipping her sea foam hair and glittering green gown died. The billowing storm clouds began to fade, revealing skies of peaceful blue. A warm beam of golden sunlight illuminated her shimmering white flesh that was like a bright star. She put her shapely hands to her flat tummy and smiled.
The terribly wicked and very beautiful Sea Witch wanted a baby.
To Be Continued
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Flora