I would gladly sacrifice the entire human race just to be allowed to suck on those tits.
Those were my first thoughts upon opening my eyes to this new world.
As someone experienced in the way of Isekai and fanfiction, I could instantly understand the truth of my situation; I had been Truck-kun'd and reincarnated as a baby.
My eyes, despite being that of a small newborn's, clearly took in the sight of the most gorgeous, angelic, blonde woman I had ever set my eyes upon. And that meant a lot coming from someone who, in the era of the internet and porn, saw far too many beautiful people on the regular.
Based on how I vaguely recalled being born, and how kindly that woman held me, assuming that she was my mother shouldn't have been too farfetched. Though the fact that not only were we the only people around, but also that we were standing next to what looked like a dead body certainly made me rethink that a tad bit.
Around us was the scene of a beautiful nighttime forest. The moonlight shone through the parting of the trees and illuminated her inhumanly beautiful face.
The woman smiled at me as she turned my head in a different direction, no doubt to prevent me from seeing the corpse any further, "I would have preferred if your own parents could have given you a name, but since that can't happen, you'll have to settle with being named by me. I'm sorry."
Even her voice was beautiful, though I should have probably been paying more attention to the contents of her words.
So not only was she not my mother, but my parents were probably dead or unreachable. Perhaps that corpse was one of my parents?
Honestly, I didn't really care, and just hoped that she had a thing for newborn babies.
"Hmm. What about Caesar? Like that little human boy from two thousand years ago. But his end was truly gruesome, and I would never want a cutie like you to be stabbed so many times!" She said, pinching my cheeks with a smile.
I wish she would touch a different part of me with those soft hands.
But Julius Caesar himself being a mere 'little human boy'? Is she roleplaying or actually serious? I wonder if she's insane. That sounds hot. Really hot.
Though they say to never stick your dick in crazy, pussy always tastes better when she's absolutely insane and will bite your dick off if you can't please her.
She went through about a dozen names, with equally ridiculous commentary. Like when she wanted to name me after a certain biblical figure, who she acted as if she personally knew.
The woman tilted her head before her beautiful blue eyes lit up, "Let's go with Lucian! It means light, so it has extra meaning."
Though I was a bit curious about what she meant by 'extra meaning', it wasn't very important to me at the end of the day.
Her face radiated satisfaction at my naming, and suddenly, twelve white wings, like the ones of a bird, appeared from her back. A white halo of light manifested above her head, as well.
I'm sorry, what?
I knew she was inhumanly beautiful, but actually being inhuman? That thought, for some reason, hadn't actually crossed my mind at all.
But I wasn't a human supremacist or anything of that nature, so it wasn't like I was going to think she was horrifying just because of that.
Though, I definitely think part of that was because I could clearly tell that I shared those same features.
The glow of my own halo, and the pair of wings from my back that had appeared as if naturally responding to one of my own kind showing her true features, were not something I had any desire to reject as if I was one of those whiny protagonists.
Even though she hadn't flapped her wings at all, we suddenly started rising into the skies at extreme speeds. How it worked was beyond me, but it was probably some sort of magical attribute innate to angels or whatever we were.
The feeling of flying through the skies without anything binding you was just amazing. And it was even better when you were gently squished by a pair of soft, massive breasts.
Soon, we started slowing down before we reached a small town. Below us was a humbly designed but tall church. She gently floated us to the ground, and placed me, a newborn baby, on the ground.
Sure, I was much more durable than a human, but really? At least put me in a basket or give me more to wear than a piece of ripped cloth that barely wrapped around me.
That woman held out her soft-looking hand, and a magic circle appeared on it, before slowly disappearing to reveal a tag and a pen. She wrote on the tag before placing it on the piece of cloth that substituted my clothing.
I had a bad feeling about this. In my heart I knew, she wasn't going to stay and raise me to be the perfect husband.
"Mmm. Perfect. I have to go now, but if I have time, I can visit you. Goodbye." She said with a gentle smile, before disappearing into a magic circle on the ground.