Some introductions.

“So, before we go much further,” Astrea said, starting to bathe me in the comfortably warm water, “what shall I call you? And before you answer, remember that this is your chance to have a new life. You don’t have to go by your previous name if you don’t want to. Your old world and old identity are behind you now.”

That was a good point. I also had a new body, and honestly, my old name didn’t really suit me very well anymore. I decided I would go with one of my favorite names from Greek mythology.

“How about Persephone?” I offered.

“A lovely name,” Astrea smiled as she ran her hands along my frame. “Shall I refer to you as Master Persephone, then?”

Hmm, I could have her do that, but I wasn’t so sure. “Master” just felt a little too masculine for that name. “Actually, use the feminine title, Mistress. I do want you to keep using male pronouns, though.”

“Mistress Persephone, then,” she nodded.

“I’ll accept Miss Percy, too; for brevity’s sake.”

“Then it will be done, Miss Percy.”

“Good,” I smiled, satisfied with this arrangement, and hearing her refer to me in such a submissive manner was deeply satisfying. “But enough about me, I wanna know more about you. Where do you come from? How did you end up here?”

“I suppose it would be good to know more about me, wouldn’t it?” she said, and then began explaining her origins to me.

Astrea came from a world called Eld. During her time, it was a pretty similar world to Earth. It was a modern world just like mine, with a similar level of technological development. The main difference was that magic played a prominent role in everyday society. All of the technology, rather than being powered by electricity, was powered primarily by magic. The rare few mages and those who could cast spells were celebrities, billionaires, and sometimes rulers of countries. Still, if I were to be taken to one of those cities, I probably wouldn’t find it too different from a city on Earth.

Mages came from long lines of spellcasters who mastered a specific school of magic, and Astrea was no exception. Her father’s side of the family had a lineage of Transmuters, casters who could change physical matter into new shapes, new forms, or even alter their properties. Her mother’s family had powerful Kinetomancers, mages who held sway over expressions of energy such as electrical currents, temperature, or kinetic ****.

The power of the two prominent bloodlines merged within Astrea, making her capable of using both schools of magic at the same time, something that was otherwise exceptionally rare, but it came at a price. She was completely infertile, causing her to be ostracized from her family. She spent most of her adult life alone and only found escape when reading books.

“One day,” she said as she poured some more water over my body and ran her gentle, soft hands along my frame, “everything changed. There has always been one school of magic on Eld that was forbidden, Necromancy. A few hundred years ago, it was hunted to extinction—or so we thought. As it turned out, most mage families had been so certain of its eradication that they became complacent.”

“That never ends well,” I observed, holding out my arm so she could rinse it off.

“And it didn’t. A necromancer appeared, and he rapidly brought on something that people from your world might call a ‘zombie apocalypse’. I only knew him by the name, ‘Kokuja’, and he went from city to city, country to country, continent, to continent, bringing with him a scourge of undead that only grew in size for every person they slaughtered. We never even knew why he did it; he never made any demands, never announced his motives, never made any declarations, nothing. It seemed his only goal was to destroy Eld and everyone in it.”

“How did you manage to survive?”

Astrea was silent a moment, then said, “Carefully.”

She used her magic to survive, holding up in a secure bunker that she used transmutation magic to create and reinforce. She managed to last quite a long time, but the isolation was too much. She ran out of supplies, and her magic could only keep her functioning for so long. She wasn’t sure how long had passed, years probably, but by the end of it, she was starving, dehydrated, and certain of ****.

“But then, Veshra appeared before me.” By this point, we had moved to the shoreline and were sitting on the sand, staring up into the glittering night sky. “She offered me a second chance at life, and I accepted. She then transported me here and gave me supplies to help me recover from my state of malnutrition. She also gave me a book and told me to read it in the meantime. She said she would return in one week to make me an offer, then left me here.”

“What was in the book?” I asked, curious.

She turned and smiled at me, “It was a detailed biography of your life up to this point, written from your perspective. Though, when I first read it, I did not know as much.”

Whoa. That was weird. I felt a little violated, but honestly, that was probably a smart move knowing what would end up happening.

“When Veshra returned,” she continued, “she asked me a very simple question, ‘if given the choice, would you submit yourself mind, body, and soul to the subject of that book for the rest of eternity?’” She paused, smiling a little. “I said, ‘yes’. There were many points during my reading that I caught myself wishing that I had been there to help or comfort. By the time I had finished the book, I was thoroughly and completely infatuated with you.”

After hearing her say this, my chest felt a little tingly. I’d only known her for a very short time, but I could already feel infatuation blooming within me, too. At the very least, I was fully willing to see where it went, which was good because I supposed I’d be stuck with her for the rest of time.

I smiled at her.

She smiled back, then explained what happened from there. Once she agreed to be my servant, Veshra told her to prepare for my arrival in five years’ time. She also told her about my wish, and granted her a new school of magic to help me achieve my goals. It was Divination, specifically, a spell called Astral Projection which allowed her to enter a trance-like state in which she could project her consciousness into other universes in the multiverse.

For the next five years, she apparently used the spell to explore the multiverse in search of worlds that I might enjoy exploring, taking cursory notes on certain aspects while not delving too deeply into any of them so she could leave some sense of adventure for herself as well. This way, she’d be an effective guide as well as traveling companion.

When she wasn’t using the spell, she used her other magical abilities to singlehandedly build everything I’d seen so far. As it happened, being able to telekinetically move objects that otherwise would be quite heavy and being able to change materials into any shape she needed made the process surprisingly easy, albeit slow.

“I’m glad I managed to get it all ready for you in time. I hope the cabin was to your liking.”

“Yes,” I replied, nodding, “very cozy. I wonder if it will end up getting much use, though.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, if we’re going to be out exploring all the time, we won’t be coming back, right? I don’t know if I’ll be able to use my planeswalking ability to go to specific places, it functions based on my imagination which can be a little unreliable, you know? I don’t think I’ll have any way of guaranteeing that I’ll bring us back to this specific universe when I do it.”

Astrea shook her head, “That won’t be a problem. I have a method we can use to always return here when we intend to.”

“Oh, that’s good then,” I nodded.

“But,” she turned toward me and lifted one of my hands, suddenly placing it on her breast. “There’s something I want to talk about before we get down to the specifics.”

“I’m listening,” I said, then gave the amazingly soft orb a gentle squeeze.

“Veshra told me, as I’m sure she told you, that the two of us would have perfect compatibility with one another, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“I’ve seen the way you keep looking at me and my body, I knew you were masturbating to me behind the rocks earlier, I can feel the tension in your body even now as your hand is upon my breast. I think it needs to be made clear exactly what perfect compatibility means. It’s not just symbolic or flowery language in our case, it is literally true.”

I squeezed a little harder, but remained silent, to see where this was going.

“It means that anything you can possibly want to do to me, with me, or around me, will always be something I want you to do to me, with me, or around me. You never have to worry about consent, because there’s no possible way you could want to do something to me that I don’t also want, whenever you want to. We are perfectly compatible, my desires, ambitions, thoughts, and fantasies match yours.”

I swallowed hard. This was entering some **** territory, and I was kind of into it. I guess that meant she was into it too, right? Holy crap this was weird in the best way.

“So,” she continued, “you are the one who calls the shots. I am your eternal ****, and I am perfectly happy being in that role however you want me to be, but I have one request that I hope you will accept.”

“Go on.”

“Do not hesitate. Not now, not ever, and certainly not on my account. If you wish to do something, do it.”

There was a silence hanging in the air as I fully contemplated this. Up until now, the idea that I would own slaves and that those slaves would be willing and happy to serve me had still seemed very ephemeral to me. It was one of those things that still felt like it was relegated to fantasy and nothing more; but now, Astrea was making me realize that this was my reality from here on out. I would own slaves who were willing to do anything for me. I would have complete control over their lives, and they would love me for it.

I stared deep into the sparkling rubies of her eyes, tinted purple from the dim moonlight reflecting in the water beside us. “I accept your request,” I said, at last.

She smirked in her own unique way that I was growing to love, “Prove it.”

I was back in the cabin lying in the same bed I had woken up in. I was on my back, but instead of staring at the ceiling, I was looking up into Astrea’s beautiful face. Both of our hands were linked, and she was on top of me feverishly grinding her wet sex against my rigid cock while gazing lovingly down at me.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

I nodded, aware that I was about to have my virginity taken by the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She smiled, then allowed my stiff member to penetrate her folds. She let out a moan of pleasure and tightened her grip on my hands before beginning to bounce her hips up and down. It was an amazing feeling. My eyes were glued to her beautiful alabaster breasts, wobbling and jiggling mesmerizingly with every single movement.

“Does it feel good, mistress?” she asked, breathily.

My eyes turned upward to hers and I smiled, “Yes, it’s wonderful. You’re so tight, it’s like you’re hugging me down there.”

Her hands gripped mine, briefly. My eyes were drawn downward again, to her bouncing, gravity-defying breasts. She noticed and leaned forward, bringing one of my hands up to her chest. “Please, touch me Mistress,” she begged in a half-moan.

Shit, she wouldn’t have to ask me twice. I wasted no time in pressing my palm into her perky orb and marveling yet again at how amazingly soft it was.

“Harder, Mistress, please,” she pleaded, making fierce eye-contact.

I gave her what she wanted, cognizant of our perfect compatibility. Maybe that would apply here, too? I squeezed even harder, squeezing exactly as hard as I wanted to in the hopes that it would be exactly how much she wanted to be squeezed. I watched my fingers disappear into the malleable flesh like it was jello, and I pushed my palm against her stiff pink nipple.

She let out a sharper moan than the ones she’d given before, and I felt the inner walls of her sex squeeze my cock tightly. Heh, a squeeze for a squeeze.

We continued this for several minutes. She rode me with varying intensity, bouncing up and down on my rigid member while I manhandled her marshmallowy teat, occasionally going so far as to pinch her gumdrop-sized nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It didn’t take much longer for me to near my inevitable climax.

“I’m getting close, Mistress,” Astrea said between moans.

“Me too,” I replied, and decided I wanted this ejaculation to be as explosive as possible. I had an idea and was happy I wouldn’t need to run it by her. I removed my hand from her breast and sought her free hand to link them together again, then, with both arms, I yanked her forward.

She let out a half-moan-half-squeak as she was pulled down on top of me, her breasts mashing against my face. Holding on to her hands, I kept her in this position as I began to thrust my hips in sync with her movements, driving myself as deeply into her as I could. I could hear her heartbeat and the vibrations of her moans through her chest as I was being smothered in her softness. As I suspected, she did not object beyond her initial surprise.

My breath was cut off, and I was getting a little light-headed, but this only added to the experience. The only thing in my head was a pink cloud of pleasure, softness, and tightness.

And in this state, I felt it. I felt our connection. The link that my mind shared with hers via the Mind-Serpent. I could feel her feelings toward me, they were like hot chocolate on a cold winter day. I could feel how happy she was to finally be sharing a connection with me. I could sense her desire to devote herself to me.

This was her love.

I came, and it was, indeed, explosive. Once I began pumping my seed into her, she finally lifted her chest off of me, and I gasped for air. My senses were returning, the fog was clearing, and I could hear her moaning and feel her twitching as she went through the throes of her own orgasm. There was a warm liquid on my face, and once the stars cleared from my eyes, I saw that she was shooting milk from her breasts like she had at the grotto. Only this time, it was splashing onto my face with surprising ****. Some of it landed in my mouth, it was delicious.

I was in total bliss, pumping thick cream inside her throbbing pussy. All the while, milk was pouring down onto me, and at some point, I had maneuvered my head so that my lips were latched onto her nipple. I swallowed down every drop of her delicious ambrosia, knowing full well that I could easily become addicted to it.

After our respective climaxes ended, once again at the exact same moment, Astrea collapsed onto the bed next to me, panting and smiling.

We lay in silence for about a minute before I finally asked, “How was it?” suddenly very self-conscious about my performance.

She giggled softly, “It was quite wonderful, Mistress. And, might I add, cathartic. The five long years I spent waiting for your arrival were worth it.”