Animals, Vegetables and Minerals

“Are you sure about this?” Valentina asked. You had decided it was time to continue the girls’ sexual training and today’s lesson was how to orgasm from vaginal sex.

“You can always say no if you don’t want to do this” You reply as you get comfortable on your lounger. It was a seat you had specially crafted for lounging and for sex. It was in two pieces, a flat surface, heavily cushioned and a backing that rose up 45 degrees from the flat surface, also cushioned. This lounge design was perfect for having a girl on top.

Valentina gingerly climbed on top of you, planting her knees either side of your hips. Next, the girl positioned herself over your rock hard shaft and guided herself down it. She let out a sigh as she bottomed out on your member.

“Now, my dear” you say quietly to the girl “Gyrate your hips and experiment with where it feels the best” you instruct. “Oh and be careful, this position is the nicest for women but there’s a risk involved for men, they don’t bend as far back as you might like” you explain “so right now, YOU are in full control, you set the pace, you decide when you are done and, most importantly, you hold the man’s continued existence as a man in your warm, tender lips” you tell the girl, watching her shiver in excitement at her new found power.

Valentina began to move, hesitantly at first, merely raising and lowering herself on your shaft but soon she began to pick up speed. You lay back and relax as your partner began experimenting with different methods of moving, enjoying the feel of her snatch either way. Finally, the girl found her sweet spot, pressing her body into yours to take as much of the weight off her knees as possible, she pistoned herself on your shaft, her hips moving in short motions that made her arse jiggle fantastically. You hold Valentina as she does this, running your hands up and down her back and kissing her neck as she fucks herself on top of you, delighting in the moans she casts into your shoulder. Soon, you feel the girl begin to tense up so you hold her tight, hugging her as she closes on her orgasm. You see the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she presses into you harder. Finally, a long, loud moan into your shoulder and an arching back announces her orgasm, spasms rocking her arse as her muscles contract.

When finally Valentina comes down from her high, she kisses you and then snuggles into your chest.

“You didn’t cum” the girl noted, positioning herself so she could look up into your eyes. It helped that she was still impaled on your cock and so every movement sent thrills through you.

“No, I didn’t, this was about YOU getting off” you reply, gently rubbing her back. The girl hummed as she rested her head on your chest, casually stroking your cock by rocking her hips. It was nowhere near enough to get you off, but it still felt nice.

“Do I keep going then?” she asked you, a bit of hesitation in her voice. You suppose she isn’t used to being the one in charge.

“Do you want to keep going?” you asked her in reply, nuzzling her neck. “You are the one in charge right now, you decide to continue” you tell her. The girl hummed in thought for a minute.

“No, one orgasm was enough for me” she told you and closed her eyes to enjoy your throbbing shaft inside of her. You chuckle faintly and indulge her, being her snuggle toy for what seemed like a small eternity.

Finally, the girl arched her back and stretched herself out like a cat before sitting on your pelvis, your cock still rock hard and still very much inside of the girl now looking down at you.

“What to do about this little problem you have?” she asked rhetorically, tapping her chin with one delicate finger while the other crossed her chest underneath her bust. Despite her seemingly nonchalant attitude, she was almost subconsciously moving her hips, grinding her inner walls against your shaft.

“Depends, are you done? Or want to keep going, if the latter then I shall lie here and be silent” you reply anyway.

“N-no I think I’m done” the girl said, no longer able to keep up the appearance of confidence.

“Well then, hop off and suck me off” you command, getting a smirk from Valentina who slid herself off your shaft gracefully before settling herself into position, her arse in the air and her mouth wrapped around your cock. You lay back and enjoy the view and the pleasure of your pet as she took your member all the way in. “We’ll do some more exercises later, I want you to be able to take charge in sexual situations so that you’ll feel good no matter what” you say before sighing in pleasure as the tip of your cock hit the back of her throat. You get a hum in reply which vibrated your shaft ever so nicely.

****

You ever so gently pick the top most leaf from the plant you are tending to, tossing the leaf into a basket you had beside you. You had made one room of your villa into something of a greenhouse with intricate watering systems and your own magical heat management abilities to keep your plants in optimal conditions.

“What are you growing?” Artemis asked in wonder. It surprised you that she had never noticed your greenhouse, it’s been here for a couple weeks now.

“Tea” you say as you pick the top most leaf from another plant, picking the top most leaf, and thus the newest, for best flavour. You had set up two long growing plots for your tea plants. “Tea? You’re growing tea?!” Artemis asked, amazed. “I thought it could only be found way out east, past the Persians!” she said, rushing over to one of the plants and conjuring a knife.

“No” you say, forming a barrier between the girl and the plants.

“What?” she asked, frowning at you.

“Only the top most leaf will be taken” you say with perfect seriousness as you gently pluck the top leaf off of another plant. Artemis took a deep breath before walking over to the side you hadn’t touched yet, gently taking the top most leaf off of the plant with a faint smile on her face. The two of you say nothing as you harvest, an hour passing in comfortable silence as the two of you worked.

“So, now what?” Artemis asked softly, holding a basket in her arms to match the one in yours.

“Now we dry the leaves out, crush them, and then make tea” you say calmly.

“How long does it take to dry the leaves out?” Artemis asked, keeping pace with you as you set off.

“If I want it done now? No time at all, but I’m not going to cheat with every aspect of my tea” you say “Several days I’d reckon” you add as you come to the drying rack you had set up. It was just a simple bench with strings running along the top and bottom of it but that was all that was needed. You put the basket down and start slipping leaves into the string brace you have set up. The area the drying rack was in got a bit of wind and you didn’t want the leaves to blow away so the strings kept them tied down.

You glance over at your lover and notice that she started at the other end of the bench, gently slipping leaves into the little brace with a beautiful smile on her face, so soft and serene as she worked. The two of you work in comfortable silence again, working down from opposite ends of the bench until you are shoulder to shoulder. With the work done, you stop to admire the pretty green leaves that will turn into tasty black tea. You feel a sudden warmth on your arm and look down as Artemis wraps her arm around yours, taking your hand as she does so and resting her head against your shoulder. The two of you stay like this for a nice, long, comfortable and quiet moment.

****

The gentle scratching of a brass dip pen on a canvas sheet fills your office. While parchment is rapidly becoming the go to writing material in the world, replacing wax tablets, you are not writing on that material. No, you’ve taken to making a scroll out of canvas. The material took the ink you use nicely, and would keep for quite a while since the material was quite durable.

Currently you are in the process of writing your own ‘Epic’ to be dramatically read at an amphitheater. It was a story involving heroes and dragons and totally not completely ripping off Skyrim in multiple ways.

“Tevron” you greet, not even looking up from your project. The man in question hadn’t even fully stepped into your office when you had greeted him.

“I have an issue” the man told you. You look up and raise an eyebrow in his direction. “With The Works as they are, they burn too much charcoal” he said before beginning to pace around your office.

“You can’t get enough wood in to meet demand?” you ask, frowning as you thought about the problem yourself. The Chinese had understood the problem, but official records put their resolution of it in the 11th century. You can cheat of course, nobody’s going to know you lied if you spawn a ‘translated Chinese text’ that holds secrets even the Chinese haven’t discovered yet.

“Even if I could, it takes a lot of time, space and effort to make charcoal in any usable quantity, we’d chop down the entirety of Italia at this rate” Tevron told you. You note his use of the older latin version of Italy with some interest. “Do you possess any texts from that Chin Empire that might help? Surely if they’ve discovered this blast furnace, they would have similar issues with charcoal?” Tevron asked, giving you a hopeful look. You decide to hedge your bets.

“Which god do you worship?” you ask, setting your pen aside and observing the man. Tevron gave you a confused frown as he thought about your question.

“What has that got to do with anything?” the man asked cautiously.

“Alas I do not possess any texts that might help you, if the Chins have discovered what secrets you require, they have yet to write it down” you say, technically the truth, there’s evidence that suggests they were using refined coal by this point in some places, but still.

“Nothing? Nothing at all? Then The Works is finished, I’ll have to shut it down so that the people have charcoal for the winter!” the man exclaimed, returning to his pacing.

“I asked what god you worship because there is a solution to this problem” you comment idly. Tevron paused mid-step before turning to face you. His eyes searched your own for a good long moment before he straightened himself up.

“What must I do?” the man asked, determination filling the man’s voice.

“Convert” you say simply “The best portion of your evening meal should be cast into a flame with the name of the god whom you honour with your sacrifice” you instruct. “You want your solution? You need to become a devout follower” you tell him. Tevron took a deep breath before returning to his pacing.

“Which god?” he asked, stopping at the end of his stride before turning to face you again.

“Me” you say and Tevron grimaced.

“I should have known” he muttered “How else did you get those texts in the first place if you aren’t some god” he grouched. You get up and walk around to him, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“I’m fighting a war against another god, forgive me for being secretive” you say “This is also not the most pagan friendly city I could have conquered” you add. Tevron snorted before turning away.

“You will have your follower” he all but whispered, leaving out the door he came in.

****

“So why have you called us here?” Andraste asked as you, she, Artemis, and Fortuna sat around a round table in the middle of your Dawn Pavilion. Adrien and Sabine had moved out again and back into the church, much to your interest.

“Mostly for some answers and confessions” you say and Fortuna sank into her seat a little. “I’ll start, the god who created ‘He Who Shall Not Be Named’ also created me” you say, getting a couple of surprised gasps.

“What he means is that The Creator, master of all things, gave Solus a fragment of his power for his own amusement” Artemis explained “He did the same for Him and decided he didn’t like the results” she added.

“So what? The Creator gave you power over the sun and of creation?” Andraste asked, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms across her chest. This framed her bust quite nicely through her thin white dress.

“That and then some, but basically yes” you reply, tearing your eyes off of Andraste’s tits for a moment to cast a glance at Fortuna who was now giving you a contemplative expression. You had an idea as to her relationship with the enemy, but for now you’ll wait for her to confess.

“So what’s the purpose of this meeting?” Artemis asked.

“There’s one other power I have that I haven’t even used myself yet” you say before bringing out a large golden scroll. It was very similar in size and appearance to an Elder Scroll from the game series by the same name. “So long as I write it down” you say, letting The Scroll unroll onto the stone table you are all sitting around. “I can completely rewrite the laws of reality” you explain and this time you get several shocked gasps.

“Wait! You have to write it down? What happens if The Scroll is destroyed?” Fortuna asked. She instantly got suspicious glares from both Artemis and Andraste.

“The change is reverted” you say simply.

“What happens if He writes a rule that conflicts with your own?” Andraste asked, narrowing her eyes at The Scroll.

“The latest rule wins” you say simply “Though I don’t exactly know how that works, since that was for anything I personally wrote, I assume it counts Him as me for the purpose of this power? Who knows” you explain. “I bring this out now because I intend to use the power” you tell the girls, all eyes snapping to you. You summon a brass dip pen and look down at the section of open scroll before dipping the pen into the ink and then pressing it to the paper.

Ragnite exists.

Ragnite is a mineral similar to coal that forms in veins similar to metallic ores, and must be processed before it can be used. When refined in a similar fashion to coal, it will produce a coke like substance with greater efficiency than coal or charcoal. When refined like crude oil, it will form a liquid fuel greater in efficiency to petroleum. Ragnite’s advanced properties from Valkyria Chronicles will also be present, though the people known as the Valkurer shall not.

This is my decree.

As you place the full stop at the end of the last line, a gong sounds throughout the world, riverbating deep into the core of all things. You look up and notice the girls looking about them in wonder as they realise what you just did.

“Tevron had a problem with his steel industry needing too much charcoal” you say with a light chuckle “there are a hundred and one ways I could have dealt with that issue that wouldn’t have required I do this but . . .” you say, trailing off at the end.

“Umm” Artemis began “If that rewrites the laws of reality” she said “Would people be able to make oaths on it?” she asked.

“You want to replace your oath that you had on the river Styx?” you ask with a frown. Artemis shook her head in response.

“No, I want to make a new one” she told you. You dip the pen into the ink and hover it over the scroll before looking at your silver lover. “I shall take no man, or sleep with no man, bar my Husband, Solus Augustus so long as I exist” she swore. You needn’t bothered with the ink, her oath wrote itself upon The Scroll. As the last word was written, another gong sounded though this time it didn’t penetrate all things, just one, your wife.

“Arrrgh this is so sickening!” Fortuna snapped. Though, having said that, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

“Annoying? Perhaps, Sickening? Not at all” Andraste commented, shooting a glance at the spitfire before turning her gaze to you. With the changes to all things now being done, you roll the scroll up, and then roll the sealed scroll across the stone slab to Andraste.

“Seems fitting that the protector of The Scroll shall be the goddess of victory” you comment idly as Andraste ran a hand along the smooth golden backing of The Scroll.

“I am honored by your trust,” Andraste said with determination. “I shall be consumed before so much as a scratch marrs this scroll!” she declares. You grin at her and then turn to the last member of your party.

“Now Fortuna, sweet Fortuna” you say as you fold your arms. The spitfire sighed before sinking into her seat once more.

“I thought I was the only one left” she began, sighing before giving the table a tired look. “When they attacked us, we fought back of course” she explained “But we had grown weak after a couple centuries of decline and they had grown strong” she added pausing to sigh. “Neptune offered me safety in his palace under the sea, but he never made it out of the Imperial Palace” she continued “I thought I was alone” she said forlornly “And so I drifted for a while until a single angel came to me and brought me a message” she said. “He wanted to see me, He wanted me to join him,” she said, looking up at the roof of the pavilion. “What choice is there? Fight I suppose, but for what? It won’t bring the others back and I was completely alone” she said, standing up, walking sedately towards the edge of the pavilion and looking out at the fields as the moon rose overhead. “I’m not a war god” Fortuna stated, turning around to face the table. A pair of brilliant white wings snapped open behind the girl, a tired and very sad smile on her lips as a single tear rolled down her cheek. “What was I supposed to do?” she asked.

“You weren’t alone, Mars survived” Artemis commented. Fortuna nodded in response before giving Artemis a look.

“Had I known that, there would have been no hesitation on which option I’d have selected” Fortuna said. “And I’m not alone now,” she added, determination filling her voice. Movement from the side caught your attention and you turned to look at Andraste who was unrolling The Scroll. The woman said nothing as she slid the open scroll towards Fortuna. The winged spitfire looked down at the blank page of the scroll and then up at Andraste and then at you before raising herself up in confidence. “I vow to fight Him until my end, never knowing of surrender or complacency” Fortuna declared. A gong sounded as the words wrote themselves down on the paper of The Scroll. “Sh-should I get rid of the wings?” the spitfire asked? Folding one wing around and looking at it.

“Keep them” Artemis replied, a smile on her face and a mischievous look in her eyes. “You look adorable with wings,” she added.

“You know, dearest Artemis, nothing in your new oath says you can’t have sex with women” you comment idly. Artemis’ mischievous gaze turns to you and a very vulpine grin forms on her face as her tail swishes behind her.

“I suppose I need an animal aspect since everyone else seems to have one” Andraste sighed, looking at the fox on one side, and the dove on the other.

“That would make you a bunny girl wouldn’t it?” you ask and get a snort of amusement from Andraste as bunny ears poke out of her blond hair.

“Yes it would” she replied “but I think I’ll keep this situational, I like my normal appearance” she said, her ears shrinking, much to your disappointment.

“But foxes love to eat bunnies!” Artemis pouted. You burst out laughing at the sexual innuendo while Fortuna blushed scarlet and Andraste merely sighed.

“You can have your stew only once it’s properly wetted and heated up” Andraste chastised. You then very suddenly realised this was basically Andraste giving Artemis a solid yes.

“Damn I wish I could see this” you mutter. Suddenly two pairs of eyes are on you while another is quietly sneaking off.

“I’m just gonna . . . go and not be here,” Fortuna said as she took off into the night sky.

“You could, but only if you turn yourself into a wolf girl” Artemis told you.

“A wolf girl?” you ask, your voice turning feminine as you comply. It was a rather strange experience suddenly hearing from the top of your head instead of from the sides. It was also strange still being able to hear Fortuna’s wings flapping in the dark, even as she disappeared from view. Your tail was also a new experience, only marginally controlled by yourself, but the extra counterweight would make wearing heels more fun, maybe, you’d need to try it to be sure.

“Yussssss” Artemis purred before leaping forward and grabbing your arm. Your other arm is collected by a bunny girl with a fluffy tail as both Artemis and Andraste drag you off into the night.