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Luka's Story 4- The problem with gods	By : Ditmag Category: +M through R > Monster Girl Quest Views: 1295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I stood in the training room, or more accurately one of the many training rooms in the castle, facing my arch nemesis. Well, one of them, anyway. The dragonkin warrior had a thin smile on her face. She was anticipating this fight in a way she hadn’t in many years. I had just come off my first serious battle in ten years and she wanted to take full advantage of my heightened battle senses. On this rare occasion, she had her great sword Ares, a sword which I almost never allowed her to use in these sparring sessions. For some reason, however, this didn’t feel like a sparring session and Granberia wasn’t treating it as such. There was an intensity in her eyes, and I knew she could see it in mine as well. This was going to be a fight, and someone would probably get hurt. Granberia wouldn’t have it any other way if it was her call. Normally, it was mine, and I demanded safety in our sparring sessions. But after my last battle ended in the death of my opponent, I needed a good fight, something that felt real.
For my part, I had Angel Halo, the real Angel Halo, and no fake spirits. Sylph, Gnome, Undine, and Salamander were inside my heart, the genuine spirits. Unlike my fake Angel Halo, which was far superior to the genuine sword, there was no force on this world greater at wielding elemental power than the spirits themselves. As usual in a duel with Granberia, however, they would start out dormant. Battles with Granberia usually lasted too long for the spirits to be summoned for the duration.
With a battle cry, she brought her great sword down with all her strength, aiming for the shoulder of my sword arm. Holding my sword with both hands, I blocked the blow. It was unusual for her to start with a finishing blow, and she had to know it was very unlikely to hit. She probably would have been greatly disappointed if it had. No, this was a challenge to a test of strength. Our teeth gritted as we set our feet and pushed against each other, swords locked, our faces inches from one another. This also may have been a gambit to force me into early use of the spirits. I could not match Granberia’s power unless I had superior leverage. In this particular situation, I did not. I was also being stubborn. Instead of giving ground, I was letting her bend me backwards.
When I’d first gotten the spirits, they had only used their power on my behalf when given permission. Gnome, however, being non verbal, didn’t always choose to obey those rules, especially as she became more comfortable with me. She lent just a tiny bit of her power to enhance my strength, which caused me to regain the advantage. Granberia too, refused to give ground. Now it was she who was being bent backwards. If she fell, the fight would likely be over all too soon.
She did not fall. With a surge of power of her own, she shoved me away, following with quick strikes, all of which I parried. But I was definitely on the defensive. Her attack was relentless, but not reckless. Her patience paid off. She scored a hit on my hip. It wasn’t bad, but she had drawn first “blood”. If Ares drew blood, which it only did if she willed it to do so. Instead, I had what would be a painful, cauterized cut on the hip. At least once my adrenaline faded. In the heat of battle, it was barely noticeable.
Sometimes in such situations, she would back off to allow me to recover after a sharp blow. But her battle lust was high. I had to be careful. She could get out of control when she was like this. There were limits to how vicious I could get in battle. I never got so angry that I lost control. Granberia reached that point easily, either from being wounded herself, or inflicting wounds. She never let up, striking precisely, looking to cause me “death” by a thousand cuts if she could, but always on the lookout for an opening that would allow her to nearly cleave me in half. I feared she might even forget herself and try THAT move. Granberia was such a skilled warrior that even when she lost control, she never lost her precision. If she got wild, it was because she was choosing to do so.
Attempting to regain the initiative, I delivered a side kick to her midsection that backed her up, then followed up with quick strikes of my own. None hit, but at least the battle had become less one sided. We parried, we riposted, with momentum shifting frequently. She scored a hit on my left side, I opened up a small energy leeching cut on her belly.
That’s when the Cursed Sword techniques began to come into play. I summoned up all the spirits as I saw the footwork for Demon Decapitation. I really should have just dodged. I was fast enough. Trying to do both at once cost me, as I avoided the worst of it, but was cut on the neck. That pain the adrenaline couldn’t disguise. She followed up with Demon Skull Beheading with more speed than I’d ever seen. I’d never taken one of those blows flush. Completely unready for it, I did this time. That’s where summoning the spirits saved me. I took all of it in the head, but Gnome protected me from being instantly knocked out. Still, I was dazed and dropped to one knee. Again, faster than I ever would have thought possible, I saw the footwork for Vaporizing Rebellion Sword.
No.
I don’t know whether my reflexive need to avoid ever feeling that kind of pain again or Undine did it, but a small blast of power released and sent Granberia skidding across the floor. I rose to my feet unsteadily, my head still feeling like it was a bell being rung. Granberia had gone too far. She was going to pay for that. I steadied myself with grim determination and charged at her. She was already on her feet, a smile on her face. She had induced the closest thing to a berserker rage that she would ever see out of me. Fueled by the spirits, I attacked her with more aggressiveness than I ever had, mixing in cursed sword techniques here and there. I landed several hits. She landed only one, a minor cut just above my left elbow, not my sword arm.
Not even realizing I was capable of it so quickly, I loaded up an Elemental Spica into my sword arm. Elemental Spica wasn’t as dangerous as Quadruple Giga, but it was more powerful than any Cursed Sword Technique. As I brought my sword down in a blow that would have sealed Granberia for the first time ever, she reached back and swung her own sword like a baseball bat, seeking sufficient force to make me take some of the force of my own blow. When our swords met, the result was explosive. We were both thrown back.
Despite the concussiveness of the blast, I leaped to my feet. Granberia rose more unsteadily, Angel Halo having begun to take a toll on her strength. But the spirits had been expended for the time being due to my attempt at a finishing blow. I would have to finish her without them. I ran at her, striking again and again, her parries much weaker and slower than before. Beating Granberia was not something I did often, but it wasn’t so unusual as to be remarkable. It happened just often enough to keep her interested in our sparring sessions. I was determined to win this time in a way I almost never was when nothing was at stake in a fight. Granberia had long noted that I only fought at my best when I had something to fight for. Today was different. I was fighting because I was upset. Not so much at Granberia, although she had certainly egged me on in this battle, but because I was upset about how it had ended the last time I had fought for something that mattered to me. I hated seeing my enemies die, even if they deserved it. It made the victory feel hollow. Beating Granberia today would not feel hollow. Even if I sealed her, we’d be friends the next day. I needed this. I knew that Granberia, even when trying to use Vaporizing Rebellion Sword against me, was doing it as an act of love.
I shouldn’t have been thinking during a battle. It’s not as if I was thinking these words aloud as I struck viciously, trying to seal my best friend. It was a more a sudden realization that this person loved me, and I loved her just as deeply. That still meant I wanted to beat her, very badly, but suddenly the battle lust was gone and for me, it had become just another sparring session. My chance to win had passed. Granberia was near the end of her endurance, but seeing me falter, she found a second wind and regained the initiative, never again to lose it. In five more minutes, it was over. My body was covered in painful, cauterized cuts. I was prone, on my back, her standing over me in triumph.
I feared she might be disappointed in me, but her battle lust was undiminished. With her opponent defeated, and no further outlet for that battle lust, it transformed into sexual lust. She began pulling off her armor frantically, then began tearing at my workout pants. Those off, she ripped my shirt and put her nose into my chest, inhaling deeply. She loved the smell of sweat after a battle.
“Granberia, it’s not my birthday yet,” I reminded her.
“Alipheese gave me license if I should defeat you,” Granberia said, breathing hard. “you bring out the old me. I want to rape you right here. But I know you are in pain. I can desist if you tell me to stop. I have not forgotten myself to that extent.”
“It’s all right,” I said. “It helps kill the pain.”
She needed no further encouragement, reaching for my already erect penis and shoving it inside her. She was so worked up that the heat was almost unbearable inside her, but part of her own unique magic was that no matter how hot it got, it would not burn me. As usual with Granberia, and especially when she was worked up, there was no technique to it. She simply pounded away as fast and as hard as she could. Whenever I fell out, she would roughly reach down, grab my dick, and shove it back in. All the while she was deeply inhaling my smells, from my chest to my hair, occasionally getting a taste as well with her almost as hot tongue. I could tell that she also wanted to bite, but knowing that I was in pain already, she did not want to add to it.
Her gyrations and hip thrusting grew in intensity as she approached orgasm. Then, with a loud scream, her vagina clamped down hard as she came, which forced me to come as well. We clutched each other in a mutual orgasm that seemed to last minutes, although in truth it was probably only seconds. For the next few minutes she lay on top of me, breathing hard and sweating herself. I was almost unconscious, between the cuts and the critical ecstasy. A moment later she rose up with a start, as if realizing for the first time that I was injured.
“You need healers!” she said with alarm, scooping me up and rushing me to the infirmary. I lost consciousness before she got me there.

I wasn’t quite sure why she had been so alarmed. The wounds hurt, but the nature of her sword was that they could never be truly dangerous to me unless she intended them to be. Nevertheless, she hated inflicting pain on me, at least after the fact. The healers in this particular universe may not have possessed true healing magic, but they had the best medical science this world knew, as well as some useful minor dark magics, so that by the time I awakened, the pain was gone. The wounds were not. I hadn’t been cut up that much since our volcano battle.
“The healers said they can’t remove the scars until you’ve fully healed,” Granberia said. Had she been at my bedside this whole time?
“Are you disappointed in me, Granberia?”
“Not at all!” she replied, shaking her head vigorously. “That was the most intense battle we have ever had! I know why you faltered in the end. I cannot be disappointed in you for that. It only makes me love you all the more.”
“You can always see right through me, Granberia.”
“So next week will mark ten years of our friendship,” she said.
“I guess that’s true,” I said. “I hadn’t thought about it that way before. Alice decided my ‘birthday’ was the day I defeated the Heavenly Knights. But I guess that really did mark a turning point in our relationship.”
“I hope the next ten are as wonderful as the last. I know you do not crave adventure as I do. So I hope for you that the next ten years are boring and relaxing. Except for our sparring sessions, of course.”
“Those will never be boring, Granberia.”

By the time the big day came, my wounds were mostly healed. More importantly, they were pain free, leaving me free to enjoy what was to come. I was a little nervous for this one. Birthdays with Granberia were easy and just felt natural. Tamamo was similar, as she was my oldest friend among the Heavenly Knights, being sweet to me from the start. Even Alma Elma didn’t make me nervous, because I just knew that I had to lay back and take whatever she dished out. But Erubetie was still a bit intimidating to me after all these years and I feared disappointing her. And Promestein…. We had developed a very comfortable professional relationship over the years, but I’d never seen her as a possible sexual partner.
I was dressed in my fashionable best since this was a date on my world. I waited nervously for the queen slime in the lab, where the one portal to my world was still located. Promestein would let us in from the other side at a specific time, which of course Promestein could calculate with precision but I couldn’t even begin to. We had a strict curfew: 11pm, my world’s time. It was early morning, just dawn, in Alice’s world. My birthday had never gotten off to such an early start, but since Erubetie wanted a date in my world, where time moved much slower, it had to be done this way. When we returned, it would be the middle of the night, even though only four hours would have passed on Earth.
A lovely, if overly made up woman entered the lab. What was a human woman doing here? Oh wait, I thought mentally slapping myself. Duh. Erubetie was arriving already “dressed” for the date.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“You might want a lighter touch on the makeup,” I replied. “it’s really overexagerrated.”
“How is this?” she asked, and all of the makeup just disappeared. I hadn’t really meant that either, but I didn’t complain, because the form she had chosen was an incredible natural beauty. Lovely blonde, slightly tanned, full, luscious lips and beautiful large eyes. Even though she had gone heavy on the makeup the first time, she had shown restraint with the breasts, which were pleasantly large but not enough to draw stares from male and female alike.
“It’s…. amazing,” I said, honestly. “You chose your look very well.”
“Then let’s be off,” Erubetie said cheerfully.
As we stepped through the portal, Promestein yelled, “Remember, 11pm!”
For dinner, I’d chosen a delightful higher class pizza place that also sold most common Italian dishes. This type of food was almost non-existent in her world, and Erubetie seemed to enjoy the novelty. The sights and sounds also enraptured her, as this was her first time. She wasn’t much of a meat eater, although she wasn’t a vegetarian, but she was utterly addicted to cheese. We kept it simple and shared a pizza. I knew that the way Erubetie was eating the pizza was just for show, so as not to weird anyone out. She had no need to put the food in a “mouth” or “chew” it. She could have just stuffed it anywhere into her body and dissolved it. Yet she seemed to enjoy the act of eating, as it was another novelty she normally didn’t engage in. She had so many questions about the technology she was seeing. I answered every question as best I could. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.
The movie went even better. She stared in disbelief at the huge screen and marveled at the sound quality. She enjoyed the comedy moments immensely, laughing so hard that slime would spray on me. Thankfully, the theater wasn’t crowded and so no one noticed. At some points she laughed so hard that she had trouble keeping her face organized correctly.
We got back to my apartment around 10:30pm, well before our curfew. Having arrived early, she wanted to pass the time by making out with me. Even in human form, her tongue tasted like a very mildly fruit flavored jelly. She kissed me passionately. So passionately that I was afraid she wasn’t going to wait to get back to her own world to start having sex with me. That couldn’t happen, since I wasn’t sure how the “bonding” ritual worked. I was bonded to Alice’s world through Alice. If I became bonded to it through Erubetie as well, would I no longer be bound to Alice, or would I be bound to both? Fortunately, Promestein bailed me out by poking her head in through the portal early, at 10:40pm.
“Hey you too, get a room!” Promestein said wryly.
As we stepped through the portal to arrive back home in the lab, Promestein simply looked at us, her hands as usual in her lab coat pockets.
“So it’s 2am here,” Promestein said. “I know you wanted to take your time with him, Erubetie, but his deadline is sunrise and I’ve got dibs on him tonight as well. So don’t hog all the Luka time.”
“What I have planned will be short and sweet,” Erubetie said. “But it will leave no doubt in his mind about my feelings for him. Since he seemed to have such doubts.”
Erubetie, still in the lovely form that I liked so much, led me to the guest room I normally occupied on my birthday nights. When we entered and had some privacy, I turned to her and took her hands.
“Erubetie, it was a wonderful night,” I said. “I’m so glad I finally got to show you my world and that you enjoyed the food and the movie. Seeing you laugh is just incredible.”
“You sound like one who is trying to convince me to go easy on him,” Erubetie said, back to her serious tone. She pushed me onto the bed. “But I shall show no mercy this night.”
I wasn’t actually asking for any. I began to remove my own clothes. While I did that, my anticipation only increased as she split, again and again. Her splits were not duplicates. Each one was an entirely different looking woman, all in human form. In all there were eight of them, of all different skin tones, hair colors, and sizes. Every one an absolute supermodel quality beauty. Her original blonde form positioned herself between my legs and began softly sucking me, while the others gave attention to various other parts of my body. One was sucking on my toes, another on my fingers. One was kissing me passionately, another two were giving attention to my nipples. Two more were on each side of me whispering into my ears. Not lewd things, to my surprise, but expressions of affection. Erubetie was being very serious when she said she wanted me to know how she felt about me.
Somehow they did not get in each others’ way. Even the harpies had not been this well coordinated. Given that they were all controlled by Erubetie directly, that wasn't surprising. Her ability to multitask was unparalleled. I was rapidly approaching sensory overload as every part of my body was being pleasured. Sensing this, the other seven began to slow down, while her original form fellating me upped the intensity so that I could concentrate on that pleasure. Now that I could focus on it, I marveled at the things she was doing that only a slime could do. Her tongue felt like a tongue in this form, but sometimes instead of just pressing against me, I would pass through it. Other times she added a second tongue to the roof of her mouth, because why not? She was a slime and could make herself anything she wanted to.
Her control was amazing, letting me approach the point of no return and pull back from it several times. Knowing I had another partner tonight, she did not want to put me in critical ecstasy that was too intense by making me come over and over, which would have been the normal way for a monster to handle this. I was wondering if she would ever finish me, while hoping that she would make it last much longer. The sensations were getting to be some of the most amazing I had ever felt and I wanted them to go on forever. The other girls had stopped stimulating me entirely to let me concentrate on what she was doing to my penis.
But all good things must come to an end. Without warning, I felt warm breath in both of my ears. “I love you, Luka,” two whispered voices on each side of me said. “Thank you for all you’ve done for me and my people, and for being the person that you are.”
Suddenly, all the women resumed their licking and touching, only with maximum intensity. The two who had been whispering in my ear joined in, sucking my earlobes. I experienced what I thought must be my first whole body orgasm. I’d only read about such things. I’d thought that after fifty years of enjoying this monster girl world that I’d experienced everything. Erubetie proved to me that I had not.
Erubetie reformed herself into her true form and stood at my bedside. “I hope that you never doubt my feelings for you again. Has the lesson been well delivered?”
“I think It’s safe to say that it has,” I panted.
“Good,” she said with satisfaction. “See that you do not forget. I would like to date you again if you would like. I know it will not be your birthday, so it will only be a date as friends. I should like to see Sonic the Hedgehog.”
“It’s a date,” I said, finally recovering my breath. “And Erubetie… I so need to have you back for a future birthday as soon as possible.”
“I thought you might,” she replied, smiling. “Please make me your only partner that night. I have so much to show you.”
Promestein peeked in just then. “Geez, is there anything left of him for me?”
“I took great care to make the critical ecstasy as mild as possible without compromising the experience for him,” the queen slime replied. “I simply advise that you start out going easy on him. I know that angels have their own version of critical ecstasy that can be just as potent.”
“Nope, not me,” Promestein said. “The alterations I made to myself took that away. Not one of my finer moments. Still, your advice is well taken. He looks like he’s going to need a minute.”
Erubetie left the room, leaving me alone with the angel scientist. I didn’t see any evidence that anything was different about her. She still had that lab coat, her hands in the pockets, where they always were unless they were doing something. Just then, they did something. They removed the lab coat, revealing that it was ALL she was wearing!
“Is that all you normally wear?” I asked. “Or was that just special for me?”
“Just for you,” Promestein replied. “Normally I wear clothing under this. I guess it is a pretty big lab coat, isn’t it? I have twelve of them.”
She laid her naked body on top of mine. I’d never even really thought of her as a woman, but with her body across mine she sure felt like one. Her skin was soft, completely unblemished, and supple. Her angelic aura had been diminished by her experiments on herself, but it was still dimly there, with its passive promise of love and serenity.
“This wasn’t really part of my plan,” Promestein said. “But she did tell me to start you off easy, so….”
She kissed my chest as she went down to my penis, lightly sucking it once reaching it. I’d already had more than my fill of this due to Erubetie’s incredible work, but I still welcomed it. It felt nice and got me back into a horny state nicely. She wasn’t trying to be fancy. She just wanted me to feel her warm, wet mouth and get me good and hard again. Since there was no refractory period when monsters made you come, I soon felt as if Promestein was the first person to touch me that day.
“Do you think you can move over to the chair?” Promestein asked after a few minutes of pleasant sucking. “What I want to do next will feel better in the chair.”
I wondered what she had in mind as I went over to the large, soft chair in the corner. She kneeled down to give me another minute of oral love, then stood up, turned around, and simply plopped down onto my dick. I gasped as it plunged deep into her ass. I had definitely not expected this, nor had I experienced it except one time, briefly when Yao was raping me just before my battle with the Heavenly Knights.
“Mmmmmm…..” Promestrein said. “This is my favorite thing. Did you expect your scientist employee to be such a freak?”
She began slowly moving up and down. It was incredibly tight, even without her clenching. This was a new sensation to me, or at least it felt like it since it had been fifty years since I had last experienced this, and that barely counted because it was combat. There’s just no comparison between experiencing something sexual with the chance to fully concentrate on the sensations, versus experiencing something sexual while trying to find ways to make it stop.
She started moving faster, and she seemed to be getting as much out of this as I was. She put my hand on her neck. “Choke me,” she instructed.
“I can’t choke you,” I said.
“Don’t worry, don’t do it too hard, and you won’t be doing it for long,” she said.
I squeezed her throat a little and felt her sphincter tighten. She moaned in pleasure. I tightened my hold on her neck a little, still taking care not to really hurt her, and she tightened even more. With a scream of ecstasy I orgasmed, letting go of her neck. With a gleeful squeal, she spun around to face me, a movement which only intensified the orgasm.
“Oh, I just love your face when you come!” she said, laughing. “I want to do it again, but this time facing you.”
She pulled herself up to free my penis from her ass, then grabbed it and plunged her vagina down onto it.
“Wait, isn’t that dangerous?” I said. “You don’t want to get an infection!”
“I’m an angel, stupid,” Promestein said. “We don’t defecate. My butt is the cleanest place in this castle”
Her vagina wasn’t as tight, but it was a lot wetter and her folds provided a lot more texture. She looked deeply into my eyes as she slowly moved, using a technique similar to the one Eden had used on me. She was in no rush. She actually seemed to be getting less out of this than anal for some reason. Instead of moaning in pleasure as she had before, she instead simply stared at me, occasionally smiling when I made a face. She liked that face so much that whenever I made it, she’d repeat whatever she had done to cause it.
“Wait!” I said, feeling I was getting close again. “Put your lab coat back on!”
“Really?” she said, smiling. “Oh, you’re a bit of a kink too.”
Promestein went to put her lab coat back on and resumed her position in the chair in my lap. Now she actually was enjoying this.
“Do you enjoy fucking your employees, boss? Maybe I should also be your secretary and then you can take me over the desk. Or maybe I can service you under the desk. Would you like that, boss?”
I didn’t even know I had needed this. I just thought the lab coat was a little sexy. But I was getting into it, nodding fiercely at each suggestion she made. I tried to get her to go faster, but she shook her head firmly.
“Slowww….” She admonished. “We’re almost done but I don’t want it to end yet.”
“So just make me come again,” I said. “You said you don’t cause critical ecstasy.”
She began looking over into the corner furtively. “I’m afraid you get just one more, Luka. So please, just make this last. Just a little bit longer. I don’t want to let you go until I have to.”
I reluctantly agreed and we kept up the slow pace. She resumed staring deeply into my eyes, but the amusement was gone, replaced by an intensity I hadn’t seen from her before. She was looking at me as if this would never happen again. She was wrong. This had been amazing. I would definitely ask her to do this again in the future. A few minutes later, I came inside her. When I was done, her expression abruptly changed. It seemed she was all business again. She got off me and rearranged herself. Out of her pockets she grabbed some underwear and put it on. Well, that was an abrupt change of mood.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Fantastic,” I said. “My toes and fingers are tingling. I can barely move. I mean, it doesn’t feel like critical ecstasy, but it sure feels like you worked me over good.”
“I’m afraid that’s not what you're feeling,” she said. “What you're feeling is creeping paralysis.”
“What? I don’t understand.”
“I passed a fast acting, artificial, sexually transmitted infection to you,” she explained. “You see, I don’t have, nor have I ever been able to develop, any paralytics that could keep you down for more than a minute or two. So I had to try something exotic.”
“You gave me a paralyzing disease? Why?”
“The infection I gave you is itself harmless,” she said. “You have excellent resistance to disease as well, so a paralytic disease wouldn’t have been very useful either. Your immune system is going to eradicate that infection in hours, maybe even minutes. The reason you’re experiencing paralysis is because your own immune system is attacking your nervous system, since the myelin sheathes that protect your nerves strongly resemble the proteins in the infection I gave you. That insures that your paralysis will be long lasting, since it’s your own body doing it to you.”
“But why would you do this? Did you get a better deal from someone? Who?”
“I did,” she said. “As for who…..”
Two figures stepped out of the corner Promestein had glanced at earlier. It was Ilias and the Dark God Alipheese.
“Hey kid, long time no see,” Alipheese said by way of greeting.
“Hello again, Luka,” Ilias said. “Surprised to see us? Of course you are. You never suspect anything.”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked. “Do you plan on killing me slowly or something? What did I do to you to deserve that?”
I felt for my power and found I could not locate it. I couldn’t feel anything below my neck. I was completely helpless.
“Calling for help is pointless,” Promestein said. “This room has improved sound dampening ever since you started using it as a shag pad.”
“Don’t worry, Luka,” Ilias said, picking me up and carrying me to the bed. “We’re not going to kill you. We don’t even hate you. I know you feel pretty betrayed right now, but to Promestein’s credit she would never have agreed to this if we were out to kill you.”
“What is this about, then?” I asked.
“it’s about power, what else?” Alipheese answered.
“You see, we’re gods, Luka,” Iilas explained. “And when you recreated us, you made us a lot weaker than we should be. But since you so graciously recreated us using a hybrid of holy magic, dark magic, and your power, that means that now we can take your power and actually use it without becoming mortal. So cheer up, my little hero, because your night just got even better! I bet you didn’t know you were going to be having sex with two goddesses, did you?”
“Promestein,” I asked. “How long is this paralysis going to last?”
Promestein shifted her feet uncomfortably and looked down. “About two months.”
“Two months!?” I yelled in disbelief. “Two months!?”
“That’s not all,” Promestein said. “After two months you’ll have to learn how to walk again. Full recovery may take as long as a year.”
“Wow, Promstein,” I said. “I guess I can’t be mad at you since you warned me.”
“I did, but you should still be mad at me,” she said, still not looking directly at me.
“Well, Ilias, the joke’s on you,” I said, chuckling. “I can’t feel anything from the neck down. Good luck drawing my power from a dead penis.”
“Oh, this thing?” Ilias said, grasping my penis. “How weak do you think you made me? Restoring this is easy.”
She squeezed it and it began to grow. I started to regain feeling, but only in my penis. “Hello, Mr. Penis,” she said, talking into it as if it was a microphone. “Remember me? I was your first. It looks like he does remember me, Luka.”
Oh God. They were actually going to do it and no one was coming to help me. Worse, given their still powerful natures, I feared someone might and die in the process. I said a silent prayer to Eden. I knew she probably wouildn’t help. For all her kindness, she was still slavishly devoted to Ilias. But I at least wanted her to hear.
“Awwww, he’s praying!” Ilias laughed. “Sorry, Eden can’t hear you right now. All your prayers, and only your prayers, go directly to me now.”
“I still made you two so powerful!” I protested. “Along with me, you two are the most powerful beings on this world! What more could you want?”
“We want to be as powerful as we were before,” Alipheese said. “We want what we’re entitled to.”
“It’s not personal, Luka,” Ilias said. “It’s just the principle of the thing. We’re entitled to be gods, and you’re holding our power. We’re just going to take it. You won’t lose it. You’ll regenerate. But we want as much as you have.”
“Along with the holy and dark magic you already gave us, your power will magnify it tenfold,” Alipheese said. “Don’t worry, kid, we’re not going to make trouble in the world. We like the way the world is now. You did a lot for us by making it so that we could interact. We just want our status back.”
“Speak for yourself,” Ilias said. “But I agree with her as far as not making trouble. I still can’t stand that you’re married to that snake whore, Luka, and that other people are marrying monsters all over the world. Even if I can accept the existence of monsters now, humans should stick to their own.”
“We’ll agree to disagree on that,” Alipheese said mildly.
“If you two are so grateful to him and this isn’t personal,” Promestein said. “Would you mind doing for his rectum what you did for his penis? Can you at least spare him the humiliation of not having bowel control and his friends having to clean up his bed all the time?”
“Oh, fine!” Ilias said, sticking a finger in my anus, restoring the feeling there and deep inside as well. “I’m not doing any more than that, though! I don’t want him out of this bed hopping mad tomorrow, storming the heavens! He needs time to cool down and think about what the wisest course of action is once he recovers.”
“Ilias, we’re on the clock here,” Alipheese said. “They’ll come looking for him at dawn.”
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch!” Ilias said. “We have plenty of time! Besides, I want to make this good for you, Luka. I know that first time it was a little… rushed. I just wanted to get you to this world. I wasn’t at my best, anyway. Your world kinda sucks that way, diminishing my godliness so that I felt to you almost like a normal woman. Tonight you’re going to experience what a goddess really feels like!”
With that, she began sucking me. I thought I was about blowjobbed out for the day, But I had never experienced the goddess’ mouth before and it caused me to drown in pleasure and want more of it even though the situation was dire. I forgot the feelings of betrayal and could focus only on her amazing mouth. She didn’t pleasure me long, however, climbing on top of me and slowly lowering her pussy onto my stiff cock. This was an entirely new level of pleasure. I could see nothing, hear nothing, think about nothing. All I saw was a heavenly glow, as if I’d already been taken to heaven. All I could feel was her. She took it slow, trying to maximize my pleasure. I had no idea how long she did it. I only know that I came several times. My vision returned as she pulled herself off of me.
“Oh yeah!” Ilias exulted. “That’s the stuff! I’m more powerful now than I ever was! Alipheese, hop on! You’re going to love this!”
“Thanks for leaving me like ten minutes to get this done,” the Dark God said bitterly. “Oh well, no problem. I don’t really care if it’s good for you. Not that it won’t be good. Just… fast.”
Indeed, as soon as I entered her I began coming. Again and again, with only a second or two in between orgasms. In less than a minute she was satisfied that she’d taken enough from me.
“Wow!” the Dark God said. “You weren’t kidding! What the hell is this stuff!? I mean, we had some of it in us before as part of his hybrid energy thingie, but now…. I feel like I could create a universe!”
“Oooh, maybe we can do that for fun!” Ilias laughed. “Anyway, thanks Luka! Hope we can still be friends after this!”
The two goddesses vanished, leaving me alone once again with Promestein. Now she was looking directly at me, her hands in her lab coat as usual.
“Why are you still here?” I asked. “I know you can teleport. You’ll probably want to get the hell out before a Heavenly Knight or Alice comes through that door.”
“I will,” the scientist said. “I just had some things I needed to say.”
“Are you going to try to tell me you’re sorry?”
“You should know me better than that,” Promestein said. “But I didn’t want to see you hurt. Look, the condition you have is similar to an Earth condition called Guillain Barre syndrome. As I told you before, two months of near total paralysis. After that you’ll be able to get out of bed and learn to walk again. Knowing you, you’ll be back to your old self in less than a year. Maybe six months if you work really hard at it.”
“Sure,” I said listlessly. “Is that it?”
“No,” she said. “You asked me why before. I couldn’t tell you while they were here. But I can tell you now.”
That perked me up a little. What was her game here? Promestein, like Ilias, tended to have multilayered plans and I knew she had no love for either Ilias or the Dark God. “Go on,” I said.
“I did it because you saved the world in that other timeline!” she shouted, now getting indignant. “Then you got sent back and you made a play for immortality instead. I expected better of you, Luka! The timeline you left was perfect! No gods! Nothing to threaten the peace of the world again! Alipheese was gone forever and Ilias was recreated with only holy energy, and the minimum necessary to give her life. With your power gone, she had no way of ever recovering her previous power! And you threw that away, so you could live longer and not make your wife and your friends sad!”
“Now you’re showing that you don’t know me that well,” I said. “Yeah, I took a chance at extending my life, but I didn’t just act selfishly! I had a plan! I knew that the reason for all that strife was that the goddesses couldn’t interact, so I made it possible for them to interact! And I still made them too weak to be a serious threat to the world!”
“Until they got your power, anyway,” Promestein said bitterly.
“You helped them get my power!” I said indignantly.
“They would have taken it from you eventually, anyway,” Promestein said. “I helped them for my own reasons.”
“To get a better deal,” I said.
“Do you really think what they can offer me is better than what you’ve given me? Sure, they’ll let me research almost anything I want, I like that flexibility, but you were the best boss I ever had, and you provided me with everything I asked for, within reason. There’s no money in heaven! I’ll have to go back to scrounging whatever equipment I can from thrift shops on your world!”
“So you did this just because you were mad at me? Even though nothing bad had happened? You just didn’t trust me? Promestein, you should have bet on me.”
Promestein slowly approached me and kissed me on the head. “I am betting on you, Luka.”
“That makes no sense,” I said angrily.
“It will in time,” she said. “You’re a smart guy. It just takes you awhile to figure things out. You’ll figure this one out.”
With that, she vanished. A minute later, Granberia peaked in.
“Are you alone, Luka?” she said.
“I am,” I responded.
Granberia entered, in just a robe.
“I know I wasn’t scheduled for your birthday this year, but I’m still so hot from our last battle. Do you think you have enough energy for just one more time? Oh, but I see that you don’t. You’re just lying there so still. I didn’t think Promestein could take that much out of you.”
“Granberia, I’m paralyzed,” I said. “Promestein betrayed me. She gave me a disease. I can’t feel much below my neck.”
“What?!” Granberia said with alarm. “I’m taking you to the healers at once! And when you are strong enough you will tell me what that betrayer has done and I will know the reason why!”
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