The pages detailed some of the ideas Melinoë had on romance she had when she was younger.

"I wonder if I’ll find the love mortal books speak of. I find romance a bit, difficult, but I remember when Icarus and I kissed…After I couldn’t fully bring him back,

It had been so long since Melinoë thought of the affection her and Icarus shared in their youth.

He was cold. Or colder than I expected. I remember when he told me he liked me. I told him it wouldn’t work. If I am to defeat Chronos I cannot be distracted, especially not Icarus. If I can’t save my family, then how could I save anyone here in the Crossroads… So I kissed him. As part of my apology… If I am ever able to thwart Chronos, I hope Icarus would still want to try again with me."

If I am ever able to thwart Chronos, I hope Icarus would still want to try again with me."

Both Icarus and the princess had grown since that journal entry. The pair still shared a bond but Melinoë could feel Icarus change to want more. Flipping onto her back Melinoë sighed.

Maybe we can…

The princess, letting her mind wonder a little, thought what a longer kiss might feel like. Crawling under the covers of her blanket a fantasy blossomed in Melinoë’s mind. It was of her and Icarus together on her bed. Her armour discarded, Melinoë was knelt between his legs while he sat before her. Melinoë leaned closer to him, eyes locked on his lips. His hand rested on her hip as she pressed her lips onto his. The kiss was soft and careful. Melinoë reached to steady herself by placing her hand on his chest. As they parted, Melinoë opened her eyes, now back under the covers of her blankets and furs. Her entire body ran hot. Her skin tingled, trying to suppress the throb growing between her legs she bit the inside of her cheek. Melinoë threw the blankets off her face, hoping the cool air would clear her thoughts, but her mind only betrayed her further.

Melinoës face grew hotter at the idea, blush now reaching her ears. She had never given herself the time to wonder about Icarus again. Especially not intimately. For too long she would quiet place any intimate ideas to the side. There was never any time.

There’s nothing wrong with relaxing…

She only thought of the last time she shared ambrosia with Icarus. She remembered the fuzzy feeling that starts when she’s halfway through the bottle. Icarus looked at her as though was a man starved. She did not notice it at the time or maybe she did and told herself she could not indulge. Pinching her thighs together Melinoë remembered someone else who had looked at her that way.

Eris

Throughout her time trying to rest Melinoë had spent more time with Strife incarnate. Enough time that her time with Eris at the tavern felt more than platonic. She thought of how Eris’ amethyst eyes always drew her in in her drunken haze at the taverna. Melinoë remembered how close she and Eris sat at the taverna, when they’re hands brushed each other while reaching out for more ambrosia. Melinoë had told herself that it was the drink but getting to feel Eris’ touch on her skin felt electric. The princess’s fantasy warped to now have Eris creep up behind her, wrapping her arms around Melinoë’s torso pulling her away from Icarus so she could nestle in the crook of Melinoë’s neck.

“Awww, you’re having fun without me.“ Eris teased. Strife sucked on the sensitive skin below Melinoë’s ear, then blew cold air on it.

Heat coiling up in Melinoë’s body the princess gave into her desire to be touched.

Slowly she slid her hand down her thigh, catching the hem of her dress. Lifting the fabric, she rubbed her thighs together. She adjusted herself, the pleasure in her core moving downward, between her thighs. The princess had forgotten how good it felt to indulge herself.

Eris’ left hand reached for the top of Melinoë’s dress, bunching the fabric in between Melinoë’s chest, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Eris took Icarus’ hand, guiding him to fondle Melinoë’s breast. Carefully Icarus rubbed slow circles on Melinoë’s nipples causing her to inhale sharply.

Dress now scrunched at her hips, under the covers of her blankets Melinoë’s fingers slid down to her pussy. Gingerly her fingers started to rub her clit, but in her fantasy it was eris whose fingers skilfully rubbed slow circles on Melinoës. Icarus eyes glued to her exposed nipples, moved closer. His mouth covered Melinoë’s nipple and sucked onto them. A quiet moan escaped Melinoë’s mouth at the contact. Eris wasted no time in moving to kiss Melinoë, tongue pushing past the entrance of the princess’s mouth. The sensation was warm when their tongues meet, Eris was gentle at first catching the bottom of Melinoë’s lip with her teeth giving it a soft nibble, before soothing it with her tongue again. Eris tasted of Ambrosia and temptation. Melinoë’s cunt grew slick as Eris deepened the kiss, almost consuming, leaving Melinoë dizzy. Under her covers she felt as if she was melting at the idea of it all, more soft moans escaping her.

Eris picked up her speed, caused Melinoë to moan into strife’s mouth. Melinoë’s hips involuntarily bucked forward, chasing the pleasure as Eris bullied her clit. The princess breathes grew ragged. The imagined pleasure of Icarus sucking on her breasts and Eris rubbing her clit encouraged Melinoë to move her fingers toward the entrance of her pussy. She imagined as Eris’ nimble fingers entered her, curling slightly to tease the princess. Sloppy wet sounds filling the air as Strife fingered the princess. Eris broke the kiss she shared with Melinoë, a string of saliva still connecting them. Eris moved to kiss Melinoë’s neck, fingers curling deeper into her core. The gummy walls of her cunt clenched around Eris’ fingers. The cord that held Melinoë together grew tighter and tighter.

Taking his chance Icarus unlatched himself from Melinoë’s breast, one hand still fondling her, his thumb pressing onto her nipple, Icarus kissed Melinoë, they’re tongue mingling. Eris’ pace quickened once more, Melinoë’s slick juice leaking out of her. The air under the princess’s blankets grew stuffy as she moved her hips in tandem with her fingers inside her. Fantasy Eris then bit Melinoë’s neck, sliding her tongue over the mark to soothe it. She curled her fingers deeper into Melinoë, abusing the stop that made the princess whimper in pleasure. Hips bucking into Eris, the princess’s climax washed over her, hand gripping onto to Icarus. She moaned into him as the aftershocks still rippled through her.

In Melinoë’s fantasy, Eris’ removed her fingers from the princess, still slick from Melinoë, Strife traced her finger on Icarus lips. Smiling mischievously as Icarus opened his mouth to taste the princess’s sweet release. Face hot once again the princess threw the blankets of her.

Maybe one fantasy was enough for the night.

Melinoë slipped her fingers from inside her, slow and wet, the absence making her whimper at the emptiness. It had been quite a while since she had allowed herself to masturbate like this. Dazed, she attempted to even out her breathing, the cool air bringing her back to reality.

Reluctantly Melinoë admitted to herself that she needed this.

Despite the fantasy of those she considerate close lingering, Melinoë’s mind did finally feel more at ease. A small way to release stress. Rolling over to her side the princess smiled. Hoping at least she could try something similar soon, for this to be more than a fantasy.