Let's wakeup and see what's happening

It’s hours later, the sun is about to go down, and the pain in my crotch is still real and alive. When I wake up, it’s hard not to notice that I’m completely naked. Not a great start. I sit up, and take a scan of the road. Yup. My cart’s gone too, and all my stuff. Including the ancient artifact I’d been gifted by my cult.

So that’s about three days into my adventure that I lose everything. Not the best legend.

“That fucking bitch!” I shout at the top of my lungs. I saved her! Sure, I’d also poisoned her, but there’s no way she could have known that. With perfect knowledge her actions were certainly justified, but she attacked me for no reason at all! At least no virtuous reason. Screw her! I was trying to help! She’d be dead without me, regardless of my intentions, and she just goes and robs me?

People on the surface are mean!

I look down the way I came from. If I return home, they’ll kill me for sure. Not to mention how embarrassing it will to come back stripped of all my worldly possessions.

Not an option.

I look up the road. I guess I’m off to crossroads to become a beggar.

Fuck me, I was the champion for a god, for like two seconds. Can I get any more pathetic?

With literally no other options for me, than to lay down and die I start walking barefoot up the road. At least the silky smooth road’s going easy on my feet. Small blessings. I’m generally an optimist. Ya know?

I walk through the night. I’m not that tired thanks to my pain coma. I hear a bunch of animal noises as I walk along the road, but thankfully a coyote never runs out to snatch my dick before jetting off. It’s happened before, I know a guy.

When morning breaks I hear a new cart rattling up the road, so I stop to wave it down. To my surprise the guy stops and talks to me. I wouldn’t have talked to a naked hitchhiker if I were him, now that I know people on this road just fucking punch dicks to anyone who helps them.

“Feeling a bit nippy?” He’s an old timer with a big white moustache, and eyes hidden under his heavy brows.

“Yeah, someone stole my cart and clothes. Can I hitch a ride to Crossroads? I’m planning on dying in the gutters over there.”

The old man chuckles, and pats his cart. “No better place to do it, hop on it.” I do so, and try to make my ass comfortable on the splintery wooden seat. “Bandits?”

“I don’t know. It looked like she got attacked by a monster, then when I went to help her she just attacked me.”

“Yup lotta bandits around here.” He whipped the horses, making them go faster.

“Around Crossroads?” I ask. I’m surprised to hear Crossroads had a bandit problem. From what I’d seen on the roads, they only problem they had was finding enough rope to hang em.

The old man just shrugs and urges his horses on faster.

I watch the world zoom past, and thank my lucky stars for his fella. That’s the thing about the univserse it isn’t always cruel and indifferent. There’s a balance to things, good and bad. Sure you get robbed, and have your entire life vanish before your eyes, but also like…. You get a free ride.

The cart is rocking and bouncing by this point, so I try to laugh to hide my panic. “Got some place to be old timer?”

“Just meeting up with my family, when this is over.”

Um… what? “When what’s over?”

“Our journey.”

This guy was giving off seriously creepy vibes now. There’s no way Crossroads had a bandit problem, and why was he driving so fast, and why did he pick me up… oh shit.

He wasn’t a merchant was he?

Fuck it, I didn’t need to get to Crossroads that bad. I put my hand on the side of the cart and go to jump. “Where do you think you’re going?” The old man hisses, I feel something scaly and warm wrap around my neck, stopping me from jumping. I turn my head and snake is wrapped around me, it’s body coils around my neck. I follow it’s length and see that it’s coming out of the man’s pants!

“Sssverithea!” I gurgle. “I knew you were no good!”

“Our visions lead me to you Herald of Bellowyn, now die!” The snake began to constrict around my throat.

Sssverithea is an exiled snake goddess with a serious beef with Bellowyn. We’ve been at war with them for a few centuries now. Good to know that at least one of our cults recognized my potential, enough to send an assassin after me.

“Screw you!” I really don’t think he understood what I said, it barely came out as English. My face was already purple, and my tongue was swelling up in my mouth. I **** my leg up onto the side of the cart, and push off with all my weight. If I’m dying, I’m going out my way!

Hanging myself, just like dad!

Come on skinny neck don’t fail me now.

I feel something come over me as I fall from the cart, an almost serene feeling of peace. I feel something compelling me to look up, so I bring my eyes up from the gravelly ground below, and up to field of wheat off the side of the road.

Only… that ain’t no field of wheat.

Before my eyes I see a field of flesh. Ripe naked bodies dance, and fuck their way across the purple grass, as a miasma of musk and sex hangs to the ground like a mist. There are lovers beyond count in those fields, and they all surrounded a single figure, giant and terrible in her dominion over them Bellowyn sits in the middle of that filed, large and corpulant, bloated and horrible from eons of leisure and decadence. A great many tits sag from her chest, leaking milks, and secretions, and all manner of sexual tonics as of yet unkown to humans. Above her massive pussy is a wild forest of dark pubic hair, crawling with creatures, and matted with dried spunk. Her slit itself is a gaping chasm of wonder and delight. Her lips bloom with clits, and are wet in a way that only a being who seeks to fuck the universe could manage. In her fat little fingers, she’s holding a man, who she plunges into her depths like a toy. Her moans shake the world, and all the creatures around her scream and rejoice to hear her satisfaction.

This horror, this monstrosity, my goddess then gains my attention. I’m of course enchanted by her never ending pussy, and the paradise that awaits her champions within, but I feel my eyes draw upwards. I pass the many flabby chins hanging from her perfect face. Her long tongue hangs from her mouth, lays atop them drooling, and lazy. Her mouth hangs open with pleasure, her face hideous and gorgeous at the same time, somehow monster and model all at once. Her eyes are dumb and hooded, dulled by endless sex and pleasure. And yet for a brief moment, in all her infinity I see her direct her gaze at me, from cross the fields of flesh, beyond the boundaries of hell, over the fields of wheat and right into my eyes.

Then my neck pulls the snake wrapped around me taught, and the vision is gone. My neck doesn’t break, and I hit the ground hard. My skin peels and shreds against the road below as I’m pulled along it by the tether.

Bellowyn stopped me from killing myself, only to allow me to be dragged to ****. She really is a beautiful goddess.

No! I can’t think that way, though the pain is excruciating. She noticed me, she looked at me. It wasn’t just one of her demons, announcing my appointment as her champion. It was her, in all her horror.

I can’t fail!

Not with her watching!

Ow!

I hit a rock. I was on the side of the cart on the ground, getting dragged. My assassin was still up top, with his stupid snake dick wrapped around my neck, and **** me. I constantly had to **** myself from getting sucked underneath the cart wheel, and split in half by it. Gravel and dust were getting spit at me from the wheels, and I don’t have much back skin left.

The wheel!

I have an idea, and it’s fucking stupid. I take my arms and grab the snake’s body. I muster every ounce of strength my body has, and tug on that thing. “Rrrrrraaaaaaaaagh!” I scream, as I give it all I got. I pull on the snake’s body, and roll underneath the cart.

Above me I felt some slack on my throat, as I actually managed to move that fat old fucker, and pull him to my side of the cart. That gave me enough length to roll under the cart, and drag his snake dick right under the wheel!

There’s a wonderful wet splattering sound, as the wheel cuts the snake right in half. Instantly I feel it’s clutch on my neck loosen. Air flows into my lungs, and I hear that son of a bitch wail, and scream. His horses keep on carrying him up the road, at a dynamite pace as I’m left alone on the ground bleeding, burning, but alive.

I pry the flailing snake, off of my throat, and let it fall to the ground, wriggling and dead.

I stare up at the morning sky, completely still. Adrenaline is making me feel, high but I’m in the most pain I’ve even been in my life.

“I need a potion.” I sigh, and rest my head against the ground. It’s going to be a long day.