Advent

'Well, this is new...' thought Andrew, opening his eyes to find himself in mid-air, plunging toward what looked like an ancient stone city. Looking around, unconcerned by the fact he was in free fall, Andrew noticed a sea of black whose waves produced vibrant green froth as they impacted the shoreline. He also noticed several large, temple-like buildings with looping green rings, resembling post-modern art pieces but scaled up thousands of times. As for the sky above, or, more accurately, below him, it was dark and overcast, draping the metropolis below in a gloomy atmosphere that made it seem desolate and lifeless.

Flipping over as he was about to crash into the side of the largest building in the area, Andrew landed gently against the smooth, wet-looking stone structure, glistening due to an eerie green light emanating from the clouds overhead. Then, as it seemed like the most sensible thing to do, he made his way into the atmospheric temple-like compound, finding it completely devoid of life. At the very least, not any he could sense.

Following a sound reminiscent of wind chimes, Andrew passed through ornate corridors lined with stone statues depicting hooded figures, some standing as tall as 20m. There were also staircases and platforms that moved about of their own accord, hovering over seemingly bottomless pits, but he just floated or jumped over them as he made his way deeper into the compound.

Though the seemingly lifeless temple gave Andrew the creeps, he felt no danger. Even his Alert wasn't going off, so after around an hour of walking around, he found himself in what he assumed was a throne room as there was a vaguely rhombus-shaped crystal supporting a large white throne, hovering above a black void, white mist flowing off it in a way that made it resemble ice. More notably, a tall, statuesque-looking woman with bluish-white skin and glowing green eyes with pupils resembling unopened lotus flowers sat atop it, her long, dark-blue hair forming bangs that framed her face and cascaded from her head, veiling her shapely, nearly naked body. Various accessories adorned her body, including a silver, gem-encrusted crown resembling leaves, but her outfit consisted of a dark blue top that seemed more like a part of her body, a large crystal in her chest, an wispy white fabric that framed her head like a kind of halo, and a loincloth...

While Andrew openly gawked at her, the mysterious, scantily clad woman stared back at him with slightly narrowed eyes but otherwise no emotions on her face. If the vaporous cloth framing her head and coiling around her upper arms wasn't continually shifting as if it were underwater, she could easily be mistaken for a statue.

'You are not from this world...' said the woman, her voice deep, rich, and feminine as it echoed within Andrew's head rather than emanating from her mouth and throat.

"That's right," replied Andrew, nodding in affirmation as he explained, "I'm an Envoy from a Kingdom called Alexandira. I travel between worlds, lend aid to those in need, establish interworld trade, and have a bit of fun while I'm at it. The name's Andrew, by the way. Andrew Ashford Alexandros. I'm assuming you have one as well...?"

'We are known as the Queen of Nothing and the Goddess of Death, Etro,' replied the woman, surprising Andrew quite a bit. He assumed she was an Eidolon or something similar, but a literal Goddess? That was more than a little outside his expectations.

Figuring he might need to abandon the world if shit went south, Andrew summarily threw caution to the wind, adopting a cheeky smile as he said, "Nice to meet you, Etro. This is my second audience with a Goddess, but the first I'm meeting one face to face. And I've gotta say...you're quite the sight to behold."

Raising her brows ever so slightly, Etro asked, 'Are you trying to court we, the Goddess of Death...?'

"If you're alright with me having other women, I'm certainly willing to try and make things work, " Andrew replied, punctuating his statement with a wink. He realized he was playing with fire, but in terms of qualifications for Proxyhood, one couldn't get much better than a Goddess.

'Interesting...' muttered Etro. At least it 'sounded' like she muttered. Her lips still hadn't moved, but a thoughtful glimmer manifested in her peculiar eyes. Andrew didn't know, but Etro had been 'trapped' within her domain, Valhalla, for a functionally infinite amount of time as she experienced the past, present, and future concurrently while holding back the endless tide of Chaos. The city outside was devoid of life, but Etro dreamed of a day when her children, humanity, found a way to transcend fate and death to reach her realm, heralding an end to her loneliness.

Rising from her throne, revealing she wasn't simply tall but that all her proportions were scaled up compared to a normal person's, Etro made a come hither gesture with her right hand, stating, 'We would have you ease our loneliness...' while drawing Andrew toward her with an invisible force. The thought of dipping out crossed his mind, but he ultimately permitted himself to be drawn to the nearly three-meter-tall Goddess, smiling as he teased, "Just try not to crush me..."

Understanding that Andrew was referring to the differences in their sizes, Etro's form promptly 'contracted,' her height decreasing from 288cm to a comparably petite 165cm, commenting, 'This is the average across mature human females. But if you allow us to peer into your mind, we can become something more...ideal.'

Though it probably wasn't a good idea to let a Goddes of Death fuck with his head, Andrew equipped every Ability that granted him status immunity while leaning his head forward, allowing the pale-skinned Goddess to cup his face with her hands before pressing their foreheads together. Andrew could 'feel' his neurons activating, but he ignored the strange sensation to focus on the sight before him.

Releasing her hold on Andrew's face, Etro gazed down at her body and asked, 'Is this your ideal form...?' Her height had decreased to 162.5cm, her breasts had downgraded considerably, and her hips and thighs had become more compact and toned. If she and Garnet stood beside each other, their proportions would be nearly identical. The major differences were that her butt was marginally more toned, and she now sported a pair of cat ears and a tail.

Adopting a toothy grin, Andrew remarked, "You could never replace the girls whose features you're emulating, but in terms of appearance, you're damned near perfect..."

Exhibiting his shamelessness to the utmost, Andrew wrapped his arms around Etro's body and gave her ass, a near-perfect match for Y'sthola's, a possessive squeeze. Her expression didn't change in the slightest, but she didn't appear to mind his actions, permitting him to do as he pleased while remarking, 'We know the true reason you came to this world...'

Maintaining his smile, Andrew remarked, "Then you know I wasn't lying. I just didn't explain everything since it's a long story, and I wasn't exactly in a narrative mood..."

Catching Andrew slightly off guard, Etro casually asserted, 'We can help you achieve your goal. But an equivalent price must be paid for each life you remove from our cycle...'

Leaving no room for confusion, Etro stared intently into Andrew's eyes, speaking directly from her mouth as she stated, "The greatest tragedy of our existence is that we are the Mother to all but have no children to tend and keep our company. To obtain what you desire, you must fulfill ours as well..."

Pressing her pussy to Andrew's bulge, Etro asserted, "You will give us a child. One for each of the women you claim as your own..."

Though he wouldn't mind giving Etro an entire soccer team, Andrew felt obligated to point out, "If it's just a matter of being lonely, I could bring people to visit you. Hell, if you want, I could even fill out this entire city..."

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Sensing that Andrew was speaking truthfully, Etro became statuesque for nearly a full minute. Then, shaking her head, she softly asserted, "While it would please us to see this city filled with life, what we desire is to share an eternity with our children. We would be appreciative if you could bring those from Pulse into our domain, but now that we know of the possibility, we desire...more."

"Fair enough," replied Andrew, 'surprising' Etro with a kiss. Her expression barely changed, but the slight widening of her currently cat-like eyes was all Andrew needed to feel emboldened, a fearless smile adorning his face as he asked, "You want to take charge, or should I...?"

Aware from her peering into his thoughts that Andrew liked to take charge in most circumstances, Etro calmly replied, "We shall entrust the matter to you..."

"Then let's see how accurately you recreated my ideal woman..." mused Andrew, turning Etro away from him and bending her over her own throne. Her outfit had remained the same as she changed form, so she only had a piece of cloth covering her ass and crotch, beneath which was a piece of dark blue fabric that disappeared between her cheeks and scarcely veiled her pussy.

Pulling aside the piece of fabric, Andrew felt a sense of familiarity as his mind immediately associated the shape of her mons with Lyse's notably 'meaty' pussy. There was only one problem...

"Can you make yourself wet, or should I put my mouth and fingers to work?" asked Andrew, spreading Etro's ass and pussy with his hands and thumbs, curious to see if he could ascertain who her insides belonged to. Well, other than him.

In response to Andrew's words, the inside of Etro's pussy became glossy as a surprising volume of love juices seeped from within. It was a strange but alluring sight, compelling Andrew to lean forward, leaving Etro slightly confused as he proceeded to lick and suckle her regardless.

'Hmm...this is weird...' thought Andrew, fairly confident in his capacity to identify his women. The texture of Etro's pussy was definitely familiar, but since she didn't react much, it was difficult to extrapolate where her weak spots were located. Without being able to identify those, his job became a lot harder.

Realizing a certain possibility, Andrew blinked in surprise before inserting his middle and index fingers into Etro's pussy, deliberately tracing each of her wrinkles and folds until he was certain of his suspicions. He might not have noticed under normal circumstances, but as it hadn't been that long since he fingered a similar pussy, Andrew remarked, "Alisaie..." with a wry smile adorning his face.

Though he was tempted to plunge his dick into Etro right then and there, Andrew felt he would be doing Alisaie a disservice if he fucked a woman emulating her pussy before they did the deed. Fortunately, Etro seemed to be attuned to his thoughts, her insides changing shape before his very eyes, contracting around his fingers.

Raising his brows, Andrew remarked, "Nanamo...?" with a mix of curiosity and confusion on his face. Etro was 'much' bigger than Nanamo, but the texture and tightness of her pussy were virtually identical. In that regard, he should be able to go much deeper...

'I'll need to be careful the next time I'm with Nanamo...' thought Andrew, making a mental note to ensure he didn't inadvertently break his favorite Sultana. As for Etro...he was fairly certain she would be okay, no matter what he did to her. Thus, without any hesitation, Andrew rose to his full height, positioned his glans at the entrance to her tight hole, and sank his dick into the amorphous Goddess's divine pussy. He hit an 'obstruction' at the exact moment he expected, but since Etro seemed to be able to read his mind, she dutifully adjusted her insides until he was flush against her ass...

"You and I are going to have a lot of fun..." said Andrew, grinning wolfishly as he gave Etro's right ass cheek a light smack. To his surprise, her tail hit him in the face the same way Y'sthola's often did, causing the smile on his face to become even more prominent as he awarded the accommodating, blue-haired Goddess the most thorough dicking he could provide...

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