Call To Olympus (R-18)

"My Nightingale."

I opened my eyes just as I was about to kiss Ascezeca's full lips. "What the heck? What am I doing here?!" I asked myself, scrambling in the darkness on all fours. Ascezeca wasn't before me anymore, and I wasn't in the confines of our bed. Instead, I found myself in that eternal darkness with the goddess before me again.

I looked up at her and immediately sprang to my feet, quickly searching my body for any feeling of pain to know if I had died somehow. "I didn't die, did I? Why am I here?" I asked the goddess. She was sitting rather casually this time, her two smooth legs draped over the arm of the golden throne, one foot gently swinging back and forth as she played with a golden butterfly with one finger.

I had to clear my throat to drag her attention. Her gaze slowly shifted seductively to me, a wide smile spreading across her lips as she dismissed the butterfly and leaned in further against the other arm. Her breasts looked like pillows, and I could see their sides spilling out from the splits of her golden dress. Her whole legs were visible—those fine golden legs—as most of the fabric spilled over into the darkness.

"No, you did not die, Trent," she said cheerfully, swirling her golden index finger. "I called you because I just can't stop thinking about you. I just keep thinking about you."

I swallowed hard, feeling my cock already stirring, poking its way out. It had been stimulated by Ascezeca, but now, it was fully alive at the sight of the goddess' body. "Thinking about me?" I asked nervously, my voice almost catching in my throat.

"Yes, Trent. You were marvellous out there. You retrieved the first Orb and even burnt your killers the same way they burnt you and your family."

I bit my lip and scratched my head, the memories of everything that had just happened flooding back—the very things I had tried to drown out by fucking Ascezeca. 'I'm still yet to breed that elf,' I thought, quickly shaking it off. "But at what cost?" I asked. "I feel like I've brought more chaos to the Paradox than I was supposed to eradicate."

The goddess' eyes widened, a look of surprise and then reassurance crossing her face. "No, honey, you did well," she said, adjusting her position. She slid her legs down from the arm of the throne with fluid grace, shifting her ass to fully occupy the large sitting area, every movement sensual, revealing the curves of her body in the most tantalizing way. She sat with her legs open, a thin layer of her dress just barely obscuring her pussy—something I had fantasized about fucking ever since. Her massive thighs were like a gateway to her hole, and I couldn't wait to open those gates wider. "What makes you think so? Because human gamers are now indigenes?"

'Why do I have this feeling I'm going to fuck this goddess right here?' I wondered, my eyes refusing to move from where her pussy would be. If I stared hard enough, maybe that strip of fabric would become invisible. "Because of the words of the Aetherian, the Darth Lord," I finally said.

"Nuh, uh," she said, shaking a finger at me before pointing directly at me. "You are the Darth Lord now. You have transcended. And as for his words, he wasn't lying."

I bit my lips as she stood up and started to walk toward me, her dress clinging tightly to her body, almost suffocating her large melons to death as they bounced with even the slightest of steps. Each movement sent ripples through her figure, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She approached me and stood close, her presence overwhelming. "You were cut on your face," she said softly, her gaze tracing over me.

"Whaa? I thought I healed that," I muttered, tapping my cheek, recalling the brutal battle with the Darth Lord.

"You did," she said, drawing nearer and flickering her natural lashes. "But I can still see your scars—all of them."

After a few seconds, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. A voluptuous figure stood before me, her eyes partly closed, oozing seduction. 'What are my arms doing here?' I wondered, before instinct took over, and I immediately gripped her by the waist, pulling her to me. That warmth. The goddess didn't resist; instead, she sighed deeply as our bodies met once again, her full chest pressing against mine. I could feel her taking a deep breath, inhaling my scent.

"This is exactly why I appointed you. Capable in all ways," she murmured, before leaning in to kiss me, her golden saliva once again establishing our bond. "A Celestial being like me shouldn't have answers for everyone, right?" she whispered, and I nodded, silencing her with another kiss as I grabbed her ass, feeling the soft firmness beneath my fingers. "Get the two other Orbs, and then all questions will be answered," she managed to say breathlessly as our tongues intertwined in a golden, sloppy mess.

She slowly pulled away, and this time, I trusted her not to leave me with blue balls again. Luckily for me, this goddess seemed determined to give me her body at this moment. 'Finally!' I thought, barely containing my excitement as I watched her take two steps back, effortlessly undressing herself with a simple tug of a thread, her clothes slipping off like they were made of air.

'Wow!' I exclaimed, staring at the voluptuous figure before me as her dress draped to the dark ground. Her breasts stood, perky with thin waist for wide, massive hips which could only support that ass that rules over the Paradox. And her belly button had a ring fixed in it. I trailed my eyes down to the goddess' pussy and as expected it was clean-shaven. It looked like a treasure that needed to be soured.

"I don't want you to be lonely, Trent. Perhaps, we could strike another deal?" I heard her say.

"What's that?" I asked, my mouth watering at the sight before me.

"You have the Orb of Assimilation and the Orb of Disruption left. Perhaps I could revive your family with each Orb you retrieve. Would you like that?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She would really bring my mother and brother back to life in the Paradox? "You can do that for me?"

The goddess only licked her lips in a manner that exuded so many intentions. I watched in stunned silence as she turned around, walking naked back to her throne. Her fat ass, now completely unobstructed, swayed and jiggled with every step until she reached the throne. There, she humped it, kneeling on the seat and raising her pussy into the air. Her head rested lazily on one arm of the throne, and her eyes locked onto mine with a piercing gaze. 

I couldn't believe my eyes. She arched deeper, showcasing her inviting ass, swaying her hips as her pussy dripped juices down her thighs.

"Come have me, Trent," she whispered, her voice a tantalizing invitation. Her sopping wet pussy, framed by her jiggling ass, was calling out to me. "Come have me."

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A/N: Paywall comes next (+_+)