Goddess Tricked Me into a Breeding Mission (And I Love It)

Lys stepped forward onto the porch.

Sara’s hand shot out, palm flat against his chest. "I told you to stay inside," she said, her voice dropped low and tight through her teeth.

He didn’t answer. He just moved past her hand like it wasn’t there, walking until he stood at the top of the porch steps with nothing between him and John but ten feet of dark air.

The servants who had been moving forward stopped. Not because anyone told them to. They just did.

John’s finger came up, shaking. "There he is!" His voice cracked across the yard like a whip. "What are you all standing around for? Grab him!"

But nobody moved.

They weren’t moving because of fear exactly, or at least it didn’t look like fear. It was something harder to name. The boy at the top of the steps wasn’t cowering like they all predicted he would. He wasn’t posturing either. He just stood there with his hands loose at his sides, looking at John the way you look at someone you’ve been expecting. Like he’d set the table himself and was waiting for his guest to sit down.

One of the servants glanced at the woman beside her. The woman looked at John. John’s hand was still raised, but the signal never finished.

Lys raised one hand, slow and open, palm out. Not a threat. Just a gesture that said wait.

"Priest John." His voice was calm, unhurried, carrying easily across the yard without him raising it much at all. "You came all this way at night. You brought half the village with you." He paused a breath. "I respect that. It tells me that this matters to you."

John’s mouth opened, but before he could say something, Lys spoke up again.

"It matters to me too," Lys said. "So let’s not do this out here. In the dark. In front of everyone." Another pause, shorter this time. "Come inside. Let’s talk properly. You deserve that much, don’t you think?" After another pause, he said while looking at Selene. "And so does your daughter."

The last four words landed differently from the rest. Quieter. Like he hadn’t aimed them at the crowd at all.

John blinked.

His mouth, which had been open and ready, closed again. Behind him, Selene stood with her arms wrapped tight around herself, her chin tucked down. She hadn’t looked up since Lys appeared in the doorway. But at the mention of her name from his mouth, something shifted in the set of her shoulders. Her hands were around her, tightening, like she was bracing for something.

John turned his head halfway back toward her without fully turning around. He could see her from the corner of his eye. The dirty hem of her dress. The way she was holding herself like she was trying to take up less space.

The fury in his face didn’t leave, but something moved behind it.

"You think," he said, slowly, each word pressed out flat and hard, "that I’m going to sit at your table. After what you did to my daughter."

Lys met his eyes without flinching. "I think you came here for answers and justice." He let that sit for just a moment. "You won’t get either standing in the mud."

Then, quieter still, almost like he was just noting something aloud: "Selene is cold. And she’s tired. Don’t make her stand out here in the dark any longer."

It was such a simple thing to say. It shouldn’t have worked.

John looked back at Selene again, fully this time. She was staring at the ground. Her jaw was set, but her arms were wrapped so tight around herself that her knuckles had gone pale. She did look cold. She looked like someone who had been holding themselves together for hours and was running low on whatever they’d been using to do it.

Something moved through John’s face. It wasn’t softness. It was more like a calculation that had just been updated.

He took one step toward the porch.

Then another.

Sara stepped aside without a word, her coat brushing the doorframe. Her jaw was so tight it looked like it hurt. She didn’t look at John as he passed her. She was looking at Lys, and the expression on her face was the kind of expression a person gets when something is happening that they don’t have a category for yet.

The servants stood in the yard, uncertain, exchanging glances. Nobody had told them to wait. Nobody had told them to follow. They just stopped, the way water stops when the slope levels out.

Bezos leaned toward Vivian and muttered something low. She shook her head slightly, not a disagreement, more like she didn’t have an answer either.

Lys held the door open. He didn’t say anything while John passed him. He didn’t meet his eyes, didn’t try to reclaim the moment. He just held the door, steady and even, the same way he’d been standing since he walked out.

Selene came next. She passed through the doorway without once looking at him. Her eyes stayed forward, fixed on some middle distance inside the kitchen. Lys didn’t try to catch her gaze. He just let her through.

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The warm kitchen air came out in a soft drift, carrying woodsmoke and the smell of cooled tea. Inside, the lantern was still burning on the table. Elara was standing near the far wall with her hands folded in front of her, very still, the way a person stands when they’re trying to make themselves invisible. Mira was in the doorway to the hall, one hand on the frame, watching.

John stopped in the middle of the kitchen and looked around it slowly. His chin was up. He was taking inventory the way a man does when he’s in a place beneath him and wants everyone to know he knows it.

Lys let the door swing shut behind him. The latch clicked.

Sara was the last one in. She stood with her back to the closed door for just a moment, facing the room. The crowd was still out there in the dark, she knew. She could feel them through the wood. Waiting, probably. Watching the windows. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

She looked at the back of Lys’s head as he moved past her toward the table, pulling out a chair for John without ceremony, like this was just the next thing that happened and he’d already decided what it was.

’What is he doing?’, she thought.

But she didn’t have an answer.

She pushed off the door and followed him into the kitchen.

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