1. Ta-Yang The old gods were cruel. After fate is written, it must be obeyed.
Fate is, after all, required by the stars. I wanted to please the gods, make my place in the universe, and follow the prophecy as it was written. Then I met her.
I didn't want to fall in love with her, but she made it impossible not to. I was born Ta-Yang, goddess of the sun. I was destined to marry Hu-Yi, the famed archer of the sky.
The earth was being bombarded by ten suns. Had it continued, the earth would scorch. No plants, no animals, no life.
The oceans would dry up. The earth would have been a comatose, molten ball of iron forever. 13.
Luna It was my turn. I trailed kisses down Ta-Yang's neck and collarbone. I savoured the taste of her skin.
I nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh, eliciting a low and voluntary moan of pleasure from her lips. My beautiful sun was slick with anticipation. Slowly, I spread her legs.
She offered herself to me completely. I ran a finger down her body, tracing lines, guiding myself lower until my lips hovered just above her most intimate core. Ta-Yang sighed softly.
I pressed my lips to her folds, consuming her, claiming her as my own. I teased her, exploring with languid strokes of my tongue. Ta-Yang squirmed beneath me, moaning.
Her breathing became more ragged. Her body trembled with release. Her hips arched, urging me closer.
With a longing that bordered on desperation, I licked and sucked her. Flicking my tongue in a swirling rhythm drove Ta-Yang wild with need. A guttural cry of pleasure came from her lips.