Revelations

Jerry needed a hunting party.
It was explained to him that a proper hunter would have a mount to ride, a hound to track the monsters, and a raptor bird to provide overwatch, to say nothing of whatever monsters a gentlemen or lady would typically have in their card case. The velocidashers were fine for speed, but were frail and liable to get injured in a fight, the dire wolves were low leveled and wild caught and would in all likelihood fail to impress or survive, and Jerry was totally lacking in any sort of avian monsters that Jerry had been told were favored by the gentry of The Commonwealth. To that end, Jerry sent Regina Fitzrollooi a message accepting her invitation to show her around the market town. Jerry was excited to see how people lived in this world. Inns and big manor houses were one thing, but it hardly gave Jerry any idea of what life was like for the average man or woman in this world.

When asked if they wanted to join him, the ladies all declined. Titania was wary of leaving the security of Verdahead's walls, Sasha was eager to meet with Zebulon, and Chloe and Zoe were eager to skinny dip in the pixie pond and maybe give some of the field hands a closer look. "Did you see the way the sweat glistened on some of those orcs?" said one twin
"Urgling syndrome, here we come." said the other, both laughed as they worked each other into a thirst.

This left Jerry walking alone through the hallways of Verdahead Manor on his way to the carriage way when he heard a voice from behind him call out. "My Lord, Jerry." Jerry turned around to see Reverend Zohar Valwaaroo advancing on him in her most regal of cleric's vestments. "I beg your pardon, I must speak with you, alone."

"'A matter of divine import'?" said Jerry using the words from her letter. "I am in a bit of a hurry."
"It will not take long. But there is something that you must know that I know." said the cleric.

Not wanting to disappoint the cute blonde girl in the fancy robes, Jerry sighed, opened a door into a games room, and used a half dozen spells to make sure that they were alone, unseerable, and that the doors were quite secure. "Alright. We are as alone as possible. What is this thing that is so important for...?"

Jerry's words were cut off when The Reverend Zohar Valwaaroo removed her clothes. The woman's clerical robes fell to the floor leaving Zohar wearing nothing but a body chain that wrapped around her throat and branched off down the lengths of her arms to wrap around her waist as well as down her midline between the priestesses breasts to wrap around her waist then branch down her legs to wrap around her wrists.
"My Lord." said Zohar falling to her knees. "Forgive me, I have devoted my life to serving the will of The Divine. Yet, never, did I ever really believe that I would get the chance to stand in the presence of a living god."

"What are you talking about?" said Jerry. "You think I am a god?"
"I know that you are a god." said Zohar. "Forgive me, Lord. My father bid me perform a seering ritual to learn what I could about you."
"Reasonable." said Jerry.
"Only I could learn nothing. Your fate weave was obscured, not unusual, but I could not push past the occlusion, not at first. It took a lot of gaolgoat and dryad blood and required the sacrifices of some quality beholders and octoclopses, we had to push mortal magic to its limits, and what I found was that you are a visitor from beyond the world endowed with the very power of The Source, able to remake Creation according to your whims. Either that, or I am losing my mind."

Jerry sighed. "You. You're not crazy. But..."
"My LORD!" Screamed Zohar in glee as she prostrated herself.
"Get up." commanded Jerry. "I am not that kind of god."
"My Lor..." Zohar sounded confused.
"Listen." Jerry said with a sigh of frustration. "I said you are not crazy. But that does not mean that I am looking for people to start some kind of religion or anything like that. I am trying to keep a lowish profile."
"What is your will, Lord?" asked Zohar. "I wish for nothing more than to worship your divinity."

The way the naked priestess said 'worship your divinity.' caused Jerry's arousal to swell. "What you said before about power to change the world, that part is true. But I don't think of myself as a god. Just a person with the power to change things. I am not in the business of telling people what to do."

"Please, Lord." said Zohar. "There is more. The seering showed me the skeins of Fate, I looked into possible futures beyond counting and in so, so many I saw..." Zohar trembled with terror. "****, degradation, the wholesale destruction of everything. Everyone, dead, by sword, plague, famine or pyre.
"I saw that the timelines where humanity is not rendered extinct are the timelines where I choose to serve you."

"'Serve me' how?" asked Jerry.
"Well, I know it starts with me sucking your cock in this room." the priestess said bluntly. "After that, it gets vague, but I believe that I am supposed to teach you about the world, fight for and beside you at some critical junctures, provide you with advice and counsel, act as a procurer, and act in your stead by channeling your domain."
"I understood the first half of that." said Jerry.

"Lord. Will you accept me as your priestess? Will you give me the honor of devoting myself to your service and worship?" Zohar asked solumnly.
"Well. If it is the only way to save the world..." Jerry dropped his drawers and let his hardon hang loose.
"It is the only way, My Lord." said Zohar before swallowing Jerry's shaft.

Jerry could not help but think that the room's acoustics made the GLUG GLUG GLUG sound of the cleric's cock sucking sound particularly audible. "Yes. Hit it against my face. That is how it was in the best visions. Bounce your cock on my head, smack me in the cheeks with it! Yeah!..." Zohar knelt down, got under Jerry, and gargled his balls before stimulating the man in places and ways that he had never thought possible.
"Cum on me. Do it. Fate requires me to have a face full of your holy seed." Jerry almost felt a twinge of performance pressure from that. But looking on Zohar's enthusiastic smile make Jerry spasm in climax and begin to shoot warm white ropes into the cleric's frizzy blonde curls before adjusting his aim to cover his priestess's eyes, nose, and mouth in a bukkake baptism.

Zohar caught her breath, then smiled and said. "I am supposed to say that 'This is the part where you tell that hentaikun to access Developer Mode and make it official, sub-select your, I mean, say "my" my cleric class and enter yourself as her divinity of primary devotion.' There was something else, a warning, something not to do, but the amounts of blood coming out of my eyes and ears at that point made it difficult to maintain focus."

"Who said this to you?" asked Jerry unable to keep the shock and surprise out of his voice.
"It is all a bit technical. The various gods for the different aspects of existence have a way of merging and dividing depending on the circumstances. The voice that spoke represented those parts of the heavens and hells that want to protect people.
"My Lord, you should hurry. It is generally bad manners to keep the king's cousin waiting." said Zohar, reminding Jerry that he had been on his way to meet the lady Regina before this curious encounter.

"Regina is the king's cousin?" Jerry asked
"Daughter of the king's uncle." Zohar confirmed. "Her husband was killed in a dungeon delve just a year ago. Her estates in Crownland County are vast, over ten thousand hands. The gossip according to Mary and Sara is that many are the men seeking her hand in marriage, and few and the men she views as anything more than toys."

"Interesting." said Jerry before he entered Developer Mode and modified Zohar Valwaaroo's status sheet to make himself her god. When Jerry returned to his own body, he felt a connection to Zohar not too dissimilar from the bond Jerry felt with his slaves.
"Any advice for dealing with her?" Jerry asked his priestess.

Zohar smiled and said "Only to remember that you are a god who walks among mortals, My Lord."