Solas stands steadfast, while still keeping an eye on the little farmer and ensuring he doesn't try another escape. "One of us?"
"As I said, did I not. Makes things more interesting, right?"
Solas puffs out his toned chest. "That's ridiculous! You know full well that mortal belongs to me and reveres me! There's no contest!"
Venus crosses her arms, standing like the statue Derrick saw in a city one time. Her gaze and voice unmoved, she intercepts her fellow god's bluster. "We'll see about that. If the mortal wishes to live, much less be free of your cock, he will choose me."
Derrick remains fenced in between the two arguing gods' feet. He could climb over one, but he's not ready to risk it. His gaze bounces between them - Solas and his muscled body and thong and Venus with her soft body wrapped in a silk sash. He could see from the corner of his eye Venus glancing down with a sly smile creasing her cheek - she has him where she wants him.
Both gods shout to Derrick "Make your choice now, mortal! Which of us will you worship?"
Solas mutters "It's obviously me..."
Venus' eyes narrow back at him before turning down to Derrick.
Pinned between the two gods, either in the hopes of living another day or narrowly escaping their wrath, Derrick chooses to worship...
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