Family and Goddess 2.170

-This is Midgar- said Viggo, looking at a painting ahead of him and in the company of Scheherezade. The painting was painted on a canvas and the colors and dimensions gave it a vivid look. In the center was the huge Lake of the Nine Realms, blue and deep. There was a coastline with small beaches and long dark stone cliffs. Then came a forest that bordered the lake and as it moved away from the lake, it became darker and denser. Then came the plateaus on the left side of the map and the mountains until they reached a snowy closure.

Scheherezade, naked like Viggo, pointed her index finger at the upper right corner and pointed to the snowy closure whose summit was covered by clouds -those mountains look unusually high Was it just your perception, an exaggeration or are they really high?-

-They're high- Viggo replied with a soft smile as he hugged her by the waist. He kissed her shoulder and looked at the painting again -those are the highest mountains in all Midgar. Where is the sanctuary at the top, with the portal and the tree where Mimir is trapped-

-That man imprisoned by the god king?- asked Scheherezade, but it seemed more like an affirmation.

Viggo nodded looking at his painting and focused on those mountains -that man, Mimir, said that the dwarf king Ivaldi discovered something in the land of Niflheim. It must have been a powerful thing if Odin traveled to Niflheim to kill him and curse his sons and people-

-The other time you told me that dwarves are skilled craftsmen- Scheherezade said, running her hand through Viggo's pectoral.

-Yes, very skilled. I've only seen their cities, but if they could make Tyr's armor, they must have had a skill comparable to that of dad or mom-

Viggo took Scheherezade's hand and led her to a corner of his room. The windows were open, and the curtains fluttered in the wind. It's been three hours since Uriel was born, but Viggo was still just as tense and mentally ill. So, Semiramis before sleeping, asked Scheherezade to accompany Viggo and make him relax.

Scheherezade and Viggo arrived in front of a mannequin in the corner at the back of the room. Viggo had covered the mannequin with Tyr's armor. A pity that now the breastplate had a huge hole in the center, at the height of the pectorals. It was a single blow from Thor's hammer, but it made it pretty clear to Viggo how powerful that guy was. Viggo's touki was already strong, as if to withstand the attack of a level eight adventurer. In addition, the armor improved the flow of mana and touki as energy. In addition, there was the strength of the metal worked by the dwarves. However, none of that mattered and that kind of copper hair and disheveled beard, not to mention the huge belly, burst him in a single attack. Again, Viggo fell into contemplation and wondered who gave such a weapon to a guy who came and attacked to kill everything that was put in front of him? If he ever came to know, he would teach him a good lesson, whoever he may have been.

-Viggo- Scheherezade said in a melodious voice, bringing his left hand to Viggo's chin, turning his face, and making him look at her. Viggo was deeply absorbed in those green eyes, thin nose, and fleshy lips. Scheherezade had a languid look that made her look sensual. Viggo smiled, the theft a kiss from the lips and shook his head at the rest of his thoughts focused on future problems. He was now with Scheherezade, he was to be with her, to be hers and to love her above all things. Viggo hug her pronounced hips and slide his hands through the dark skin, delighting in the sensation of her thighs and then climb back up to her waist. Viggo hands reached her hips and although Scheherezade's breasts looked tempting, but he moved his hands to her back and stroked her as if he wanted to engrave in his mind the sensation of Scheherezade's skin. She looked into his eyes and brought her hands to his face. Then he brought his face closer and kissed her chin, climbing up to his lips and kissing him passionately. They both held each other hugging and kissing for a few minutes. In the end, they separated their faces and looked into each other's eyes. Viggo made a small smile, under his hands and took Scheherezade's left hand to guide his to another corner of the room.

At first, Viggo had learned to draw and paint to please Scheherezade. However, now he did it because wanted to capture on the canvas the images of things that, perhaps, will never be repeated. Among the paintings that Viggo had resting on wooden lecterns, were the paintings of Semiramis, Scheherezade, Sakura, Ana, Tsubaki and Rosewisse. Except for the latter two, they all had paintings posing nude. There was also the Midgar painting they saw earlier and, finally, Viggo's masterpiece. The vision of the eternal archdragon in the dark world. Viggo and Scheherezade stopped in front of this painting and looked at the darkness of a world at its beginning. The terrible sight of a land covered with volcanoes and lava. And finally, the sublime vision of the eternal archdragon rising to the sky, the same size as the mountains, and rising to pierce the clouds as the sunlight hitting the earth seemed sacred.

Scheheerezade was amazed that Viggo could capture something so terrifying in a painting. If this creature existed, it would be terrible. Perhaps, just walking through Orario would destroy it. She stretched out her right hand to touch the painting and could feel the rough reliefs of the painting. Every scale, horn, and limb of the archdragon was painted with extreme care and detail. She could swear that Viggo spent full afternoons only perfecting the appearance of the fearsome archdragon.

-How are you and Semiramis going to do it from now on?- asked Viggo.

Scheherezade looked back and saw Viggo looking at her with a soft and tender look. She smiled, walked up to Viggo, and hugged him by the waist -she can help me by checking out some of the account books. On top of that, do you remember Samantha?-

Viggo nodded with an uncomfortable smile. Samantha was that mature woman who works in Hera's jewelry store. That day Viggo went to work, she took care of most of the clients while telling Viggo to expect one that was at his level. Viggo never knew which client was at his level, but surely that woman was someone superficial who drew conclusions by appearance. Although Viggo that day dressed in a suit that made him look like a young nobleman, some attitudes and forms do not change.

-Well- Scheherezade said with a complicated smile knowing that Viggo didn't have very good memories of that woman -we talked to Lady Hera and hired Samantha on our own. She will work for me and function as a link between Semiramis and me. In general, she will spend her time in the management of the stores while I oversee other businesses-

-I'm surprised that Hera there let go, just like that, such a capable woman- Viggo said with a confused expression on his face -she was someone annoying, but very efficient and polite-

-That...- said Scheherezade, looking in another direction. She let out a sigh and then looked Viggo in the eye -a couple of months ago Lady Hera behaved unusually. She is no longer so strict with us, especially with Semiramis. Now she lets Semiramis run all the jewelry stores, always saying it will do her good for her bright future-

-That's suspicious, to say the least-

-Usually, the four of us (Kiara, Hera, Semiramis and me) would meet to have tea and talk in a superficial way. However, since that day only Hera and Kiara continued to meet. We are outside and if we ever get together, we are just Semiramis, Lady Hera and I, do you think something bad happened?-

-You must be attentive and keep your eyes wide open. If someone like that ice woman becomes so fearful and helpful, something big is going on-

Scheherezade nodded with a serious look. Then she hugged Viggo, closed her eyes and they stayed that way for a few minutes -now that I think about it- she said.

-What? Don't tell me it's more suspicious stuff?-

Scheherezade let out a funny giggle, raised her face and looked Viggo in the eyes -no, not at all- continuous -it's just that thinking that Uriel was born, I would like to think a little about me What do you think?-

-Think of you? What do you mean?-

-Well, as Mrs. Dragonroad I think it would be right to have my own heir-

-Mmm, if you tell me that you are going to be fine, I have no problems, but I do not like that you always postpone yourself so that Semiramis is the first in everything. That's my job, not yours-

-We are friends, you would not understand. A simple girl came to a harem and befriended a real princess. I saw Semiramis as a goddess, but she despite her ways, was as close as a sister. Postponing me a little is nothing, wouldn't you do it for your brothers? Wouldn't you leave what you have for them to be happy?-

-That's right...-

-Someone told me that last time you went with Flora to the dungeon and gave her hundreds of thousands of valis-

-Don't give her that money just because. She came up with a weird and useful idea, I just gave her what belonged to her-

-Even if it was, the rest of the people only see Viggo spoiling his sister-

-Well, I accept it, I'm a bad big brother who spoils his brothers-

-Well, I'm a bad big sister too- Scheherezade said in a provocative voice. She skillfully pulled Viggo away from the paintings on his lecterns and took him to bed. Once they stopped at the edge of the bed, she pushed Viggo to the bed and then climbed onto her waist. She rubbed, letting her sexes rub, noticing Viggo's immediate stiffness. She let out a chuckle and pulled her face closer to kiss Viggo. Then she pushed her face away and whispered to him -you are so lustful-

-Who is to blame?- whispered Viggo back, kissed her lips and put his hands to her buttocks. Scheherezade let out a moan and began to move her hips from back to front in a meandering motion. Scheherezade provoked Viggo for a couple of minutes until he couldn't take it anymore and got into her. He let out a groan as he felt the warmth and humidity. Viggo looked at Scheherezade and focused on those green eyes wishing they would only look at him. She was beautiful, so mysterious with that languid look and melodious voice to the ears. Her lips were sweet as honey and her body tempting. Viggo could only feel his reason burning in a sea of passion.

The room was filled with moan as the windows were open and the curtains fluttered. The paintings in the room were witnesses to his desire, as they possessed each other at the time.