Mysteries and pleasure.

When you return to awareness, a wave of disorientation passes through you. The floor beneath you is softer and has a bit of springiness to it like a good bed, the grain sack behind you is warm and silky smooth, and there is a hand stroking your cock.

Wait. What?

You sit up with a jolt and look around wildly. You are definitely not in Kansas any more; you're sitting on a massive bed in an opulent room. On the bed with you is a naked woman, although you can't really tell what she looks like. Her face and form seem to shift and blend together. She doesn't shift from shape to shape, you just don't seem to be able to wrap your mind around any defining feature of her. You couldn't describe her hair color, height, skin color, eye color, even the size or shape of her breasts. One thing you are very sure of, though, is that her hand on you feels amazing.

Your head begins to spin with the impossibility of it all, but the woman lightly touches your shoulder with her free hand and you sink back to the bed. She exerts no **** and you don't remember actually moving; she just touched you and the next thing you know you're back laying on the bed instead of sitting up. She rolls onto her knees, never stopping her slow, exquisitely pleasurable strokes up and down your manhood, and smiles down at you.

"Pray, do not let alarm claim thine heart, mine/our Chosen." Her voice, like every other defining quality of the mysterious woman, completely evades your ability to quantify it. You're also not really sure whether she called you her Chosen or our Chosen as her words blended together strangely in your mind. "Thou art safe here in my/our Realm. Thou art precious to me/us and I/we have spent much manna to bring thee here and shape thy Path." She squeezes your shaft gently and begins to twist her hand just a little as it rises and falls. You can't help but to pump your hips up towards her in time with her movements.

"I/We need to bring to thy attention an important fact. Thou art a Chosen, and I/we have placed mine/our hopes into thee, but thou art not the only Chosen. Know that thou art my/our only champion in all of the mortal Realms; know also that other champions hath been created by beings other than mine/our own self/selves. Some will be of no more threat to thee than any other mortal, but others would seek thee out and slay thee were thy Patron known to them or their own Patrons. As I/we have placed all mine/our hopes in thee, so too do I/we care for thee, and so I/we provide to thee this warning. Know also that although thy time in the Realms hast been short, thine efforts please me/us greatly, and so I/we also give you this reward." As she speaks, the woman maneuvers herself between your spread legs and props herself up on her elbows. You have a perfect view of her breasts and although you still could not describe any portion of them, their perfection drives your arousal even higher. She reaches up to push a stray strand of indescribable hair out of her face, then bends down and takes the head of your cock into her mouth.

Her hand felt, and still feels as it pumps up and down the base of your shaft, amazing. Her mouth and tongue feel divine. She suckles on the tip of your cock, her lips sealed tight just below the helmet, her tongue lashing and swirling around you. You could no more stop yourself from trying to thrust up into her mouth than you could stop water from flowing downhill, but she expertly rides your movements and maintains complete control over the blowjob. You would reach up to take hold of her head to **** her further down onto you, but your hands are too busy clutching at the sheets to help channel your intense pleasure. Gradually, she begins to bob her head upon you, lowering a centimeter at a time then lifting back up until she is barely kissing the tip of your helmet, then slowly swallowing you again; all the while, her hand continues to pump and twist in counterpoint to her head.

"Know that it takes a great deal of manna to bring thee here to this Realm, and more still to keep the others from knowing it is done." She speaks to you, and you can feel the vibration in her tongue and mouth, but her lips remain sealed around your cock. You have given up trying to make sense of what is going on; all that matters now is your rising orgasm. "It will be long before I/we can bring thee here again. Know that I/we are always watching thy deeds and that I/we will aid thee in what limited ways I/we are allowed. It is Forbidden to intervene directly in the affairs of mortals or Chosen, but as thou art my/our champion, I/we may exert some influence to smooth thy Path. Never fear to lose my/our favor, for I/we have faith in thy heart and soul. Honor thy words, honor thy friends, and follow thy heart, and I/we swear to thee that I/we shall grant thee all that which thou dost desire."

She smiles around your cock and winks at you, then says, "For now, I/we believe there is one desire in mine/our champion above all others, and I/we am/are desirous of granting it." She hunches forward a little more between your legs and begins to slide her mouth down, down, all the way down your cock, taking you all the way into her mouth and then partway down her throat. Her tongue wraps around you like stripes on a candy cane and then pulls off, twisting as it goes, as she slides her head all the way back up to suckle on your tip again. Then she plunges back to your root, humming and moaning and licking and sucking.

Your head tilts back as far as it can go. Again she rises and falls on you. Your hands grip so tightly around clumps of sheets that it is painful. Her mouth slurps up and then descends. Your back arches completely off the bed. She swallows you whole, her throat rippling tightly around you. Your eyes screw shut and you hold onto the razor thin edge of the cliff you're about to tumble over. She sucks hard on you and grazes you with her teeth as she rises all the way up. You thrust your hips up at her, and she meets your thrust with a lunge of her own. She speaks one more time, and you explode into orgasm.

"You should clean yourself up; you are about to have a visitor."

Your eyes snap open and you are back in the grain storage hut. A sticky mess covers your groin and belly and you groan in embarrassment. "Seriously? A wet dream? Surely I wasn't that backed up..." you mutter to yourself, standing up and starting to move over to the bucket of water to clean yourself off. Then you freeze as prompts flash into your vision.

Congratulations! Through your Cunning Linguist Trait, you have learned to speak and understand Divine Speech.

Congratulations! You have learned a Language of Power. Your ability to sway others in any language is enhanced. You gain a +2 bonus to Charisma and your affinity for interpersonal Skills is increased. Since you already have maximum affinity with all interpersonal Skills, instead the speed at which you learn those Skills is increased.

Know this: you have been in the presence of the Divine, and it will mark your soul forever more. Through considerable effort on the part of the Divine being you met, this mark will only be visible to those who adhere to that being's tenets and bear special power.

Congratulations! You have had sex with a Divine being. There are few indeed who would make such a claim and fewer still who could claim it truthfully. Though they do not know why, you will be more attractive to others now, and better able to please them sexually. You gain a +5 bonus to Attractiveness and your affinity for sexual Skills is increased. Since you already have the maximum affinity with all sexual Skills, instead the speed at which you learn those Skills is increased.

Congratulations! You have reached levels 1 through 5 in Sex. You are now a Novice of Sex; pleasure given to your partner or partners during sexual activities is increased by 10%.

You have earned 50 experience for advancing a Skill to Novice rank.

"... What. The. Fuck?" You stare at the prompts for a minute, then suddenly you recall the ... Goddess's? ... last words to you and scramble for the water. You quickly strip down and wash yourself, then pull your pants back on. Before you have a chance to get back into your tunic, however, you hear a knock at the door and then it opens.