Maeve gawked, her hands pressed hard against the sides of her cheeks, squishing her face as she stared in complete and utter disbelief. Her face turned red with frustration and irration, then pale white.
The arrogant Rennia had met her comeuppance at the worst possible time—one moment she was upright, and the next she fell face-first onto the floor by a rock of all things. Well, it had been a terribly positioned and oddly shaped rock before it broke off, but no matter. This was utterly the worst possible thing that could happen.
Maeve started panicking. She threw herself toward Rennia, shaking her and touching her face in hopes that she would awaken.
"Rennia wake up!" she shouted to no avail. She gave her a light slap on the cheek. "Commoner girl, yoohoo."
Nothing.
Oh no.
She wouldn't budge, no matter what Maeve tried. No amount of touching had helped the situation. Of course, she had checked her pulse, and yes, it had been there, but what of the unconscious state she found herself in? Was she supposed to camp here, on guard, alone? She knew the possibility of one of them, being fatally injured was not out of question. But this?
Maeve knelt before the unconscious Rennia and shook her head frantically. Her thoughts wandered—a fall, head first, a concussion maybe. Perhaps water would wake her. She reached into her satchel and uncorked the bottle of clean water she had reserved for herself, imported from a sacred mountain from home. And here it was, going to waste for this weird peasant girl who kept giving her weird stares.
A drop, a splash, and then she poured out half of it across her face and neck. Absolutely nothing.
"Blasted! What am I supposed to do? I'm not a cleric or a medic... Rennia, you absolute poor fool! How could you get caught off guard by a fucking rock of all things?"
Rennia didn't speak back, and so, Maeve sat in the silence for a moment.
Perhaps casting a healing spell would wake her, or at least undo the damage. Not if it scarred her brain but—
The sound of liquid dripping elsewhere—cold and metallic, caught her attention. Unlike the water she had in her hand—it sounded so alive. The dungeon was very quiet, but the air remained heavy. The crystalline deposits embedded in the walls hummed and throbbed. She hated to admit it, but it scared the living hell out of her. What if monsters attacked them right now? What was she supposed to do—drag her back?
No. That would be a bad idea. She was breathing, her heart rate seemed stable, Maeve could only be left to nursing her until wakefulness.
Maeve uncoupled Rennia's leather armor slightly. If Rennia wasn't going to wake, she needed to ensure her body was comfortable. Her own mana was regenerating, but that meant she'd need to consume more food before she could cast another spell on the victim of the rock. Hopefully, she'd wake soon. Maeve fiddled further with Rennia's armor—it wasn't something she wanted to do. You generally didn't leave armor on a wounded person, and what if you needed to inspect wounds? What if the fall hadn't just knocked her out?
Maeve gritted her teeth, got a pillow from her rucksack, and put it under the knocked-out girl. She clasped her hands together, shut her mind, and then she prayed.
But to whom?
****
Rennia shot up abruptly, and her head felt all funny. Dizzy, like she could see two places at once. Disconcerting, disturbing in fact. Her body felt lighter, much lighter, as if she had taken something she shouldn't have. Above her head was the brightest cosmic background she had ever observed in her life. It was like the stars had come to her, or like she had gone to the stars.
That couldn't be. She had to be dreaming. She had to be. This could not be real. She had heard stories, but this was utterly ridiculous. One moment she had been winding down, and the next—
She stood immediately and frowned. She was not in the dungeon. Definitely not. No, this place looked like it had marble floors and strange translucent bricks built into the walls. And what was with all the foliage and plants? It was nauseating, like she had woken up in some kind of star forest. She was clearly in some temple, and the gleaming marble hurt her eyes. A river flowed a few meters away, across the stardust-like ground, and the current flowed upstream of all peculiar things. Now where had she seen that before?
The smell of the place was mind-boggling. Like very spicy incense, and the warmth of a warm water body without the depth—like a clean, heated person resting in a sauna.
And yet.
Rennia shivered. She was cold. Utterly naked. Staring down, her flaccid cock was in full view of any spirit that wanted to see. Her tits, unusually perky for their weight, were bare, freed from her leather clothing. She clamped a hand over her shaft and started looking around in panic. Not that her hands could do anything to migitate the chaos.
"Oh my god, oh my god!" she shouted frantically.
It didn't take long for a voice to call out. Rennia, heart racing, barely paid attention. Just barely.
"What's wrong?" a voice asked, all around her but not present. ethereal.
"I died! I died! I died!" She shook herself, nearly slamming herself into a pillar.
"Oh, have you? And... what will you do now?"
Rennia's hairs stood on end as the voice turned sultry. Then she saw her. That same face—she had seen it when lightning struck the Ebon Guild. At first she thought it was Ishmere, but—
The woman was tall, towering, dwarfing Rennia not just in height but in scale. She had the broadest, most fertile hips Rennia had ever seen on a body. Her heavy breasts, ripe as fruit, were bound only by golden jewelry, her areolas almost chromatic in their beauty, her nipples puffy and suckable. No cloth covered her genitals, only a small bush hiding her plump pussy lips from Rennia's sight.
She was a goddess in the literal sense. The wealth she carried was erotic in meaning—anklets, bracelets, a jeweled choker, golden toe rings on her big feet. All of it drew attention to her "unique parts." Rennia's gaze had already locked, and she was hungry for what she saw.
Rennia's cock grew against her will, it rose fast. She couldn't stop it, couldn't hide it. Her cock was throbbing against her palms. She wanted to penetrate her, to fuck her. Instead of hiding her cock, she turned and covered her face, blushing red, and fell to her knees.
"Ah—no… please!" she gasped, cheeks burning red. She spun away, hiding her face, collapsing to her knees. "Merciful spirit. don't blame me, um, don't look—"
Something wet prickled out of her fingers. Precum. But how, was her body just reacting in her presence.
The spirit laughed. Deep, echoing, feminine. It vibrated in Rennia's bones. She peeked a glance at her, then watched as the woman stepped forward, her heavy soles striking the ground like a titan's.
"Say, can you guess what I am?" she smiled, silver hair flowing freely without wind. "And do play along, or I might have to keep you here."
Rennia swallowed, frightened and in awe. The cynic in her head insisted this had to be fake, a dream. She panicked and spat the first thought. "Succubus."
The woman smiled. "Oh, I wish. I hear they have quite the fun on the mortal realm. Unfortunately, I am of a higher existence." She stepped closer, chains shaking. Rennia's heart raced. How had she ended up in this situation?
"You're a spirit of lust, here to claim my desires."
The woman chuckled, stepping closer. Rennia knew she had guessed wrong.
"perhaps, and yet, so so far."
She was playing wild guess here, but could you blame her.
"A messenger from the gods, here to lure and punish me."
The woman tilted her head. "Very close, but disappointing. C'mon, you're smarter than this, Rennia. Try again, and think very, very hard—like the stiff, aching, erect penis you're so desperately trying to hide."
Rennia shy'd away, but she stepped forward and her jeweled hand gripped Rennia's cock firmly. Rennia jolted, knees going weak. Her pussy throbbed beneath her. Why, from a cock grab? No. This was something more. Her body was submitting to the woman's will.
Rennia knew deep down who was infront of her, but was afraid to acknowledge it. She shook her head, then blurted, "You're her, aren't you. Eros or Arosia. My ancestor, my patron, my goddess..."
The woman nodded, giggling. She pressed her large thumb to the tip of Rennia's shaft, and Rennia's body acted involuntarily. She started thrusting.
"I'm—"
"Shh. Let me indulge your cock."
The goddess tightened her hand, stroking Rennia in quick succession. They were merciless and sharp, every drag forward of her large palm, sent shockwaves through rennia's body. Her nerves were on the verge of exploding, and her cock was already leaking into the goddess hand. Her pussy was clenched, and she was sure she was well passed the climax, and yet she couldn't ejaculate at will.
Until finally Arosia let go.
"Consider that, a gift, you lecherous thing."
Rennia collapsed to he knees, her cock stood up right, as fell on all fours, twicthing with aggression. She was trembling, and bowed her head on the star floor below her.
"I'm sorry, Lady Eros. I did not know."
A jeweled foot pressed onto the back of her skull, pinning her face down. Toes tapped mockingly against her scalp.
"Such a meek behavior you have with me. Why don't you treat others like this?"
Rennia said nothing, too afraid. Too afraid of saying the wrong thing, but there was a minor and werid anger in her heart. But some part of her wanted to shout. This woman—she was responsible for her cock, wasn't she? Well here, came her rebuttal!"
"You! You cursed me with this?"
Arosia looked flabbergasted, raising a brow. "Did I? Well, you certainly aren't a direct creation of mine. I'd have known. Do you blame your mother for it too?"
"The bloodline is enough," Rennia snapped, courage surging. She pointed a finger. "Because of you, I lost my friend. Because of you, I live like a fugitive!"
The goddess looked unamused. "Am I? Was it not you who forsook Lyanna for Edric? Did you not choose to partake in Ishmere's sex games? Did you not accept your mother's plans, blindly? Did I cause you to run amok in Kibblestadt, cock and all? Answer honestly. I'm not forgiving. I am jealous goddess after all. And I am naughty."
Rennia froze up, wordless. There was air in the room, almost a pressure, and she could feel it withold her from speaking.
"You exist, Rennia, because Marz thought no man but him should be one. Marz, a god much like me, slaughtered many men across continents and nations because he believed every woman belonged to him. That is why you exist. And much like Marz, every man carries his sins. That is why I made your kind—to repopulate the earth. Most of you are not needed anymore. A few of you, however, still have sacred duties. Duties imposed by me."
Rennia stayed silent, listening, eyes blank.
"Your mother was a horrible vessel for me. She grew weak, threw away the blessings I gave her." Arosia paused. Rennia grimaced, this was the last place she thought she'd hear her mother's name. "But you—you are viable. Though that immortal freak already laid hands on you. No matter."
The implication, that Arosia, knew and was watching was terrifying.
"What?" Rennia asked, flabbergasted.
"What! What!" The goddess's voice boomed in sardonic mockery. Her hair turned fiery red. She grabbed Rennia, holding her tight. Rennia felt the heat, the pressure, and looked apologetic. Arosia grimaced and set her down, exhaling. Her hair cooled as she crossed her arms under her massive breasts.
"Well. dammit, now we don't have long here anymore! You made me lose focus, I admit I have a temper but—" she snapped. Rennia looked up. "Listen well, and listen once."
"I—"
"Shh." She pressed a finger to Rennia's lips, then kicked her back. Rennia scrambled, and the goddess motioned with her foot, bringing it down, and pressing her on her erect cock, grinding her penis against her belly..
"Rennia Perillion. I, Arosia, spring maiden and goddess of erotism, declare you my next Seedbearer, until I deem your services complete."
There was no time to thought process anything, Arosia just imprinted something her head, without question.
Rennia's eyes flashed bright. The sky became living white. The living system called out to her. A new skill appeared.
[Divine Seed] — ???]
"What? What are you doing?""
Rennia trembled as the sensation overwhelmed her. the words were melded into her soul. every nerve in penis had her weak. A climax stirred. Her cock erupted instinctively, white fluid splattering against the goddess's foot. Arosia pulled back, smiling. "That is going to be sticky."
"What is this?" Rennia panted, dazed, staring at her own betraying seed.
"The cum?"
"No! What did you do to my me/"
"A boon. You'll need it. "
"Need it for what? tell me least!"
"What if I don't want to!"
Rennia gave her a death glare, her body still consistently confused.
"Very well, if you must know, a Dark power will rise soon. Something that will sweep over the continent, unstoppable. A coming tide, and I expect you to step in sooner or later , since others have forsaken their duty."
Rennia crawled forward, ignoring the strange feelings and conflicting ideas in her heart. The strange realizations of such a thing, messed with her head,"I'm sorry, what? Dark Lady?"
"Whatever you want to call her, yes. But that's not the issue, here." The goddess looked around as she spoke, then up, as if communicating with something. She swore under her breath. "dammit! I don't have enough time here, rules and all."
Rennia's brain scrambled, her mind still ocuppied by survival. "Wait. How does that make sense? She knew nothing about dark ladies."
"I don't know. I'm certainly not omniscient. " The goddess admited.
"This... that is bullshit. You are literally god, You govern over whole worlds!"
"Consider that little knowledge a trade secret." The goddess snorted, turning her back. " Tell a soul and expect serious consequences"
Rennia merely frowned at the assailant. "This is so abject and intrusive, I'm in the middle of a dungeon! No explations and a complete mockery of di—"
Her lips shut on her own. Arosia held her finger over her mouth.
Rennia had so many questions. The instructions were barebones. Where was she supposed to start? Should she even comply? She wanted to know things she wasn't supposed to know. The goddess disappeared. The stars, above, followed.
Rennia jolted upward, her body stiff, as she moved against a rough cavernous mall. She started coughing, and then a frightened Maeve sat before her, grimoire raised against the darkness, her face like that of a spook.
She opened her mouth to speak.