Open Your Eyes

The world is a white blur.

Your eyes sting as you watch shapes slowly start to form out of the blur.

Huge grey and brown shapes form and you see the faint outlines of...something moving around before you.

“I guess those runes don’t take care of friction.”

The voices are still there. Now you begin to focus more on them. The one that just spoke sounded more...masculine.

“No, they don’t. I think I am going to need to do some more work on them.”

That voice sounded lighter, more like a female. Even in your current state you still feel a part of you become excited at the prospect of a female so nearby.

Still when you try to move you feel pain shoot through your body. Your whole frame becoming rigid.

“Hey I think he’s waking up,” the male voice says.

“Doesn’t matter, he ain’t going anywhere,” the female replies as you feel the pain finally recede.

When you open your eyes again you find yourself finally able to focus on the world around you.

The early morning light illuminates clearing and you realize that you are leaning up against the trunk of a tree. From your current position, you can take in everything that is going on, although that only makes you more confused and worried.

Standing nearest you is a man, his clothing is strange, much more brightly colored than you are used to seeing the humans around here. He watches you with open hostility, one hand hidden from view inside his clothing.

Your eyes don’t linger on him for long though once you notice the other figure in the clearing. It’s the woman, the long-haired goddess. The memory of your conquest of her is vivid and, even tainted by pain, arousing.

“Guess he likes you,” you hear the male remark as your cock swells to its full size as you stare at her.

It is impossible to drag your eyes away from her, as you watch she squats down, a glass vial held in her hand. A thick stream of your seed pouring out of her and into the vial. Even this vulgar act is somehow made wonderful by her. The desire to take her again is almost painful, enough to make you try to move again and again you are punished with the blinding pain.

When the pain fades and you are able to focus again you find the woman standing before you. She seems tiny, a fragile little doll if you could only move she would be yours.

“You still got that contact in Kal’Var?” The goddess asks, turning to the man.

He shrugs, “Yeah, thinking we could sell a few vials to him?”

“Not exactly,” she turns to face you again. “I’m wondering just how much those easterners would pay for a young Bull.”

The man nearly chokes, “Are you fucking serious! You want to haul that thing with us to the coast and sell it off?” For the first time, you see him take his hand out of his coat and you see that it is covered in a thick network of dark marks. “Are you forgetting this fucker just killed two people and was going to **** that girl to ****? Do you think the villagers are gonna let us waltz out of here with the thing alive?”

“No, you are going to take the girl into town along with the head of the Minotaur.” She replies.

The man throws up his hands again. “And just how will I fucking do that?”

You watch the goddess move across the clearing, picking up one of the vials and turning back to the man. “With a little homegrown magic of course.”