You awake to a mouth on your cock

You wake up slowly, the first tendrils of the dawn creeping it through the window shutters. A yawn escapes your body, and you instinctively try to settle back into the sheets, but a series of bobbing sounds coming from your crotch wake you up properly.

Looking down, you can’t help but smile at what you see. Xana’s still asleep, her elegant face pressed against your crotch as she dozes, but the real treat to your eyes is Dew, who’s working her way up and down your cock. To your surprise, she’s kept on those strange cat ears as she does so.

“Mwah!” Dew pops her head off your cock, giving it a kiss as she does so. “Good morning, wild man” she grins, her eyes bright with energy.

“Morning” you gasp as she gives your shaft a lick. “Damn, you just couldn’t wait, could you?”

“Can you blame me?” Dew responds in a huff, “It’s like your cock is a torch, and I’m a moth. I can’t help but get as close as possible.”

You chuckle at her playful annoyance, lying back to enjoy her skilled blowjob. You’re almost ready to go into a blissful stupor, when the events of yesterday come crashing back into your brain.

There are gods in this town. Not only that, but they’re actively interfering in people’s lives, giving gifts and setting tasks for people to do. You don’t think you can fully comprehend how insane that is, all the other gods you can think of are supposed to be staying as far away from the normal world as possible.

That’s not even the weirdest part though. Not only have the gods interfered, they’re trying to change things, by getting you to sexually dominate the town. You’re no religious expert, but any gods who want that likely have some issues.

“Uhhhh, Alfred, you OK?” Dew’s voice snaps you back to reality, and you realise that all your thinking has caused your cock to go flaccid.

“I’m fine” you say, stretching, “I was just thinking about what the nuns told me yesterday.”

Dew eyes go wide. “You spoke to the nuns!?” Ah yeah, she was **** when they came along. You explain how things went down, including how they told you about the gods.

Dew looks somewhat shamefaced as you talk about the gods. “Sorry for not telling you about those, by the way” she blushes, “but knowing about the gods is an honour that only the village guest gets.”

“Does that mean I’m the village guest?” you ask. Dew gives you a look that clearly says ‘yes, you moron.’ You throw your hands in the air.

“So, what am I supposed to do now?” you ask. Dew points to the papers that the nuns gave you, which are lying in a heap besides Xana’s bed.

“Just a hunch, but maybe the important-looking papers have something to do with it?”

Can’t argue with that, you suppose. You gingerly get out of bed, laying Xana’s still-sleeping head on the sheets as you raft through the pile of paper.