I opened my eyes, but the studio lights were gone. In their place was a horizon of impossible, emerald jungles that stretched into an endless, shimmering haze. The air didn't smell like dust and sweat anymore; it smelled like rain, wild orchids, and something primal that made my skin crawl with heat.
"What the fuck... where am I?"
The memory of the heart attack flashed—the white light, the crushing pain, Jessie's hand on my cock. I had died. I was sure of it.
"You are Andrew Simmons, aren't you?"
The voice was a low, honeyed vibration that seemed to resonate inside my very bones. I spun around, and my breath hitched.
If Jessie Reagan was the Queen of the industry, this woman was the Goddess of the Universe.
She stood there, gloriously, unapologetically naked. No silk robes, no lace, just bronzed, flawless skin. Her raven-black hair flowed like a river of ink, pooling at her ankles. Her face was a masterpiece of sin; she had dark, heavy-lidded eyes that lacked even a shred of innocence. They were the eyes of a woman who had seen every perversion in human history and enjoyed every second of it.
Her lips were full, glistening with a natural gloss, parted just enough to suggest she was perpetually on the verge of a moan.
Below them, her body was a weapon of mass distraction. Her breasts were massive, heavy orbs that defied gravity, tipped with dark, pebble-hard nipples that looked like they were aching for a mouth to claim them.
My gaze drifted lower. Her waist was narrow, a perfect hourglass that flared into thick, creamy thighs. And there, at the junction of her legs, was a pussy so pristine it looked airbrushed. Cleanly shaven, plump, and glistening with a faint, inviting dew. It was the kind of sight a man would kill to claim, a temple built for a lifetime of creampies.
I felt my cock throb—harder and thicker than it had ever been in my living life—but weirdly, my heart stayed steady. The frantic, dying stutter of my old chest was gone. It felt like I was being kept calm by a force greater than myself.
Is this Paradise? I wondered. I almost laughed. A mid-tier pornstar like me ending up in Heaven? Not a chance.
"Enjoying what you see, Andrew?" she asked. Her smile was predatory. She knew exactly what I was thinking. Every filthy, depraved thought was laid bare before her.
"I... I think I've died and gone to the right place," I managed to rasp.
She giggled, a sound that felt like a caress against my inner thighs. "You aren't in Heaven, little stallion. And you aren't in Hell. You're in my waiting room. And I have a proposition for a man with your... specific talents."
"Who are you?" I rasped. My voice sounded deeper here, echoing through the endless jungle as if the trees themselves were listening.
"I am the whisper in the dark," she purred, taking a slow step toward me. Each movement of her hips was a rhythmic taunt. "The heat in the blood. I am the Goddess of Sex—the patron of every union, every moan, and every desperate thrust between man and woman."
A Goddess. A literal, flesh-and-blood deity of filth was standing five feet away from me, her heavy breasts swaying with every breath.
My cock felt like it was carved from stone. It throbbed with a rhythmic, demanding heat. Every instinct in my soul told me to lung forward, to bury my face between those creamy thighs and see if a goddess tasted as divine as she looked. This was the ultimate "scene." The apex of every fantasy I'd ever gooned to.
"A goddess of sex?" I repeated, my eyes raking over the pristine, dew-slicked lips of her pussy. "And you're here for me?"
"I have been watching you, Andrew Simmons. Your entire life has been... quite interesting." She tilted her head, her long black hair brushing against her hardened nipples. A small, knowing smirk played on her glossy lips.
The word hit me like a bucket of ice water.
"Interesting?" I spat, the bitterness of thirty years of struggle bubbling up. "You call that interesting? I spent my life broke, grinding my bones for rent, and getting paid peanuts to be a human dildo. I finally get a shot at the Queen, and my heart explodes before I can even get a taste. You call a life of struggling and dying a loser interesting?"
I stepped closer, ignoring the fact that I was yelling at a divine being. "I was a mid-tier nobody who died of a heart attack in a room full of cameramen laughing at me. If that's your idea of entertainment, your standards suck."
The Goddess didn't look offended. If anything, her eyes darkened with a deeper, more predatory hunger.
"Oh, Andrew," she whispered, her hand reaching out to trail a single, electrified finger down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "I don't just watch for the climax. I watch for the potential. You have the soul of a conqueror, but you were born in a world too small for your hunger. Tell me... would you like to be more than a mid-tier stallion? Would you like to have the power to make an entire world goon to your name?"
"Gooning to my name?" I repeated the words, a dry, bitter laugh escaping my throat. "That's what I spent my whole life chasing, Goddess. I wanted the fame, the cult following, the legacy. And I failed. I ended up as a footnote in a mid-tier studio's archive."
"Because you were playing by human rules," she purred, closing the distance between us until her massive, pebble-hard nipples brushed against my chest. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of raw heat straight to my groin. "Human rules are boring. They rely on luck and marketing. My rules rely on desire."
I looked down at her, my heart finally starting to pound—not with fear this time, but with a predatory hunger. "And how exactly do your rules work?"
"When a man and a woman unite," she whispered, her glossy lips inches from mine, "a spark is ignited. Humans call it pleasure. I call it Mana. In your old world, that energy was wasted—spilled onto bedsheets and forgotten. But I can give you the power to harness it. To turn every moan, every climax, and every drop of seed into fuel for your soul."
I blinked, my mind racing. "So you're saying... the more I fuck, the stronger I get?"
"Exactly," she smirked, her hand sliding down to grip my cock, her touch soft yet possessive. "I am giving you a second chance. You will become the apex predator you were meant to be. You will shoot your 'content,' but this time, every view and every act of lust will grant you the strength to tear through gods and monsters alike."
" I frowned, trying to focus despite her hand working against my shaft. "You mentioned dungeons. Another world?"
"Yes," she said, her eyes glowing with a faint, violet light. "A world called Aethelgard. It is a beautiful, broken place overrun by an apocalypse of mana-beasts. The humans there have 'Awakened'—they use superhuman powers to fight back in a desperate struggle for survival. They are the world's new celebrities, Andrew. Their raids are broadcasted to the masses."
She leaned in, her warm breath smelling of honey and musk. "In that world, you won't just be a pornstar. You will be a Hunter. But while others spend decades training and bleeding in the dirt to level up, you will rise to the top from the comfort of a silk bed. You will save that world by making it crave you."
I stared at her, the absurdity of it finally sinking in. A mana apocalypse. Dungeons. And me, the guy who died of a heart attack, being sent in to save the day by filming porn.
"So, I'm basically a hero whose superpower is being a legendary fucker?"
"The ultimate hero," she corrected, giving my cock a firm, final squeeze. "Now, Andrew... do we have a deal? Or would you rather go back to being dead?"
I didn't even have to think about it. "If it's better than rotting in a coffin while Bruce looks for my replacement, then I'm in. I accept, Goddess."
"A wise choice, little stallion," she purred, her eyes shimmering with a predatory, violet hue. "But before I send you to Aethelgard, there is a... processing fee. A final check to see if that soul of yours is truly ready for the weight of the power I'm giving you."
She stepped into my personal space, the heat radiating from her naked body hitting me like a physical wave. She placed a palm against my chest, right over the spot where my heart had failed me just minutes ago. Her skin was silk, but it felt like it was humming with high-voltage electricity.
Slowly, agonizingly, she trailed her hand downward. Her fingers danced over my abs before wrapping firmly around my cock.
"You have to satisfy me first," she whispered, her voice dropping into a register that made my knees weak. "A Goddess's hunger is a bottomless abyss, Andrew. In your world, you were a 'mid-tier' performer. Here, if you don't reach the heights of ecstasy I demand, your soul will simply... evaporate."