Fianna was lying in ambush. She had missed Apollo the other week by mere minutes before he left for his world. She should have just told him about her new form instead of remaining secretive. Her urges were new and difficult to control. She needed her Apollo to help her.
Fortunately, Apollo had just finished mating with the queen and the other two forms he was intimate with as he was in a very good mood and was coming back here to relax. Apollo had already taken the teleport so it was now just a waiting game until he arrived before her.
She longed for his gaze to work over her new form. Although she could not attempt to resemble him, as she found the weak spongy skin to be repulsive to be inside of, she hoped he enjoyed her efforts all the same.
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