ToZ Bk 3: The Wedding
Copyright© 2024 by Carlos Santiago
Prologue: Invitation
Political Sex Story: Prologue: Invitation - It's gonna be the wedding of the millennia. With surprising guests, other gods, and machinations of a few Titanesses, we cordially invite you to the wedding and coronation of the King and Queen of Olympus. The ramifications of this day creat a status quo that maintains Olympus for the eons...maybe even forever.
Caution: This Political Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale High Fantasy Alternate History Paranormal Magic Incest Brother Sister Cream Pie First Big Breasts Geeks Politics Revenge Royalty
“You are cordially invited to the wedding of...”
— Traditional wedding invitation phrase. Common in English-language formal wedding announcements since the 19th century. Author unknown. Public domain.
Mesopotamia was so grand in its landscapes and natural resources that multitudes would dub this part of existence as the ‘Cradle of Civilization’. Within this grand area, there was a city unlike any other, which endeavored to be deserving of the moniker.
Babylon was this place’s name and where the Hanging Gardens were to be constructed, and the first true laws were made at this place, and someday, a great gate would be made for the great goddess, Ishtar.
Within this wondrous city, there were no mortal men, as they had not been brought into the world just yet. No. In this land, there were only gods. From their victory over Tiamat, these beings had found a peace atop the ashes of the conflict, and this tranquility was so deserved that it would go on for millennia more if those in charge of this region had their way.
In the heart of this amazing Babylon, there was a magnificent palace (which would be the inspiration for that aforementioned Hanging Gardens) dedicated to its victorious king: Marduk. Like a verdant oasis in the desert, the palace was an emblem to this warrior king who had defeated the great dragon. While the barren wastelands that surrounded Babylon were filled with monsters whose veins were filled with molten fire rather than that of blood, even those creatures could not destroy the order formed in this beautiful place.
The palace had towering walls dressed with cascading tiers of lush greenery.
Music was thought of when designing the gates, so as to provide existence with a symphony of colorful fragrance to take in. Towering palm trees climbed the palace walls to demonstrate that built stone edifices were not the enemy of wildlife.
Crystal-clear water ran everywhere, which was wonderful to those in the shade. Many lounged under the tree in the many courtyards and ever-expanding gardens that could grow every spice, flower, and vine imaginable.
A place such as this was the reward for the victor.
At the heart of this palace was Marduk’s throne room.
There was no equal in the land of Babylon, and in the Babylonian king’s opinion, his home could be the envy of every plane of existence.
As well this place might with its canopy of emerald leaves along trailing vines that decorated the hall. He was not one for gems and overt splendor; after all, there was gold enough on his royal seat. The soft glow of the sunlight was the true treasure in Marduk’s mind, for when it struck his hall just right, everything bloomed with a life unlike any other.
Upon this polished throne of marble, ebony, and gold sat Marduk as ruler of Mesopotamia. Sovereign strength were the qualities he embodied at that particular moment. He wore no covering for his chest, but was hairless from the neck down. Wild black hair sat upon his head, bright hazel eyes glowed on his face, and upon his brow was a circle of the purest gold. The crown appeared unique to all of the shining ore that adorned his walls and was almost fluid, like water even though surely it was cold, dead metal.
Beside him, upon a chair of silver and pampered pillows was his wifely queen: Ṣarpānītu. Her body was dressed in fabrics of the finest fire-red and water-blues. The gentle curves from her breasts, stomach, and hips only made the clothes that draped her body appear more noble. Flowing black locks were crowned by a gleaming diadem, which signified herself as the fitting match of Marduk as the fellow ruler of the gods of Babylon.
Amidst their bustling court, a single form of a tall tanned being strode towards the two. Adorned in a helm of a sun-dipped gold, Nabu held out a scroll for his king.
Marduk received the scroll, reading a foreign script. The writing of another god was upon it. When Ṣarpānītu motioned her own curiosity, Marduk flashed the scroll to her.
She simply said, “Oh that will not do.”
Tammuz leaned on his shepherd’s staff, wondering with curiosity what could have his king’s attention. Ishtar was marveling at everything. As the epitome of beauty, her very presence was a gift to the gathering.
The male gods stared at her voluptuous figure, full breasts, and cascading black, straight hair. Without so much as intending to, her form commanded attention wherever she went. By contrast, her sister, Inanna, exuded a darker allure with her curly tresses accompanied by a jealous look in her eyes.
Nergal watched silently in the background. As a god of disease, he was barely tolerated at festivities.
Ṣarpānītu looked upon her husband.
“Do you believe we shall go?”
The king considered his wife’s question with due respect, for while he understood he was above others, he was not above his wife. He was glad to make her his queen and wife, but matrimony had made them equal regardless of what feats he had performed before his ascension to the throne.
For that fact and his love of her, he wanted to ensure that she understood that he adored her and celebrated her by giving her inquiry proper deliberation.
“I do not,” Marduk remarked. “That this Zeus would send this our way shows a certain arrogance. The invitation feels as though he believes he can order us around.”
Marduk shook his head at the pomposity of this ruler of Olympus. He voiced the thought just as the idea crossed his mind.
“I sincerely doubt his time will last.”
The knowledgeable god of Nabu cleared his throat, and it was Ṣarpānītu who allowed this being to speak up.
“Apparently, their kind comes and goes,” Nabu commented. “When I spoke to Hyperion, it was Cronos who ruled those lands after slaying his own father; now, this Zeus is surely the son of Cronos. If he has some son with his eyes on their lands, he will rule.”
Ṣarpānītu rolled her eyes at the comment.
Marduk could practically read her mind. They had been sent an audacious summons, and for what? Zeus was beyond himself, seeing himself as some superior to those outside of his Progenitor’s creation.
“Nothing seems to last in Greece by your words and their actions, Nabu,” Ṣarpānītu replied.
“So it would seem, my Queen,” Nabu said, lowering his head.
He slowly retreated from them both when he understood that they had no more to say on the matter. This allowed the rulers to discuss the scroll that had come, and the whisperings of the court would keep them all busy for days.
In the heavenly realm of China, palaces floated on platforms amidst heaving clouds. The architecture was wonderfully made for each stage that drifted in the expanse, but wholly unique.
Many types of beings lived in this place because the title of ‘god’ was not as it was for other places. Here, one could have a connection with the Enlightened One (for Buddha was part of all things) and not be deserving of the title. One could be mortal and considered a god so long as they were in service to the Emperor of Chinese Heaven. One could be immortal without any connection to the Enlightened One (somehow), but also not in the service to the ruler of Chinese Heaven, and the most amazing of magical abilities from controlling the elements to shapeshifting, but still they were not a god.
They were all gods in that they were immortal and could use magic, but beings on the lower realm could also do those things, but to be a god in this realm meant to be employed in the service of the mightiest being of all: The Jade Emperor.
That was part of the fundamental laws of existence on this plane of creation.
He had once battled the Ox King and the denizens of the lower realm. These demons were cast out. He might have destroyed them with his command of the elements and his ethereal dragons, but for the love of his daughter, who had fallen in love with the Ox King. As such, the Jade Emperor simply banished those beings from Chinese Heaven, swearing that should a demon ever attempt to invade Heaven, he would smite them with his full fury and destroy them all, regardless if his daughter loved a demon or not.
As such, all of Chinese Heaven was for the Jade Emperor. Those floated structures were of his design, to allow any in his service to float from one place to the next, never feeling trapped in stagnation as in the realm below.
Guanyin was one such goddess in this emperor’s service. She was compassion and mercy personified. She had been given a great task with a scroll from the far away lands of Taixi, the Great West.
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