Getting some well deserved rest

You feel the exhaustion hit you as you're going up the stairs to your dorm. Lifting your feet to each step is like lifting concrete block. You yawn loud and long as you fumble for your keys at the door and let yourself in.

You walk through your darkened apartment, bumping the light switches with your elbow mechanically, and then setting your hamper down. {if grace_score >= 1}You can feel the distinct feeling of Grace's fluids on your cock, and how sweaty you are after your little impromptu rendezvous.{endif} You grab some still warm clean clothes and towel and take another shower. You feel your eyes start to drift close as the warm water runs down your back, your muscles relaxing from the heat.

The shower also gives you time to think, to strategize. You gaze down at your dong, flaccidly hanging there between your legs. You definitely appreciate these gifts that Vernius gave you. You wash your chest and back. You're still not used to this being your body, you have to admit. But you have to wonder what the other gifts that Vernius was talking about exactly were. She was anything but clear about what they actually do or did. Worse still, like most things from your dreams, you only half remember what they actually were. You think that she mentioned making you adored by every woman, which just sounds like a fancy pants way to say that she made you hot. You look down, and have to admit she did an excellent job of that. But honestly, you think, maybe you just are hallucinating all this in the last moments before some ancient anthropological tome caves your head in like a watermelon.

You frown. Though if that was the case, you don't know how to explain how that useless goddess made you feel like you were burning alive in your own bed. That was bullshit.

Part of you wants to see Vernius again, maybe just to clarify some things on your powers, what they actually do for you. Or maybe she can explain this whole sparks thing in plain English. She said that sparks are connected to making babies, so are they like souls? Do they generate from fertilization or at birth? Because if it's the latter, you're in it for the long haul by the looks of it. Nevermind the deep philosophical connotations of actually having a soul. Or coming face to face with a living deity. Maybe you want to see Vernius so that she can guide you a little more. Or maybe just so that you can find out a better way to directly get a hold of her that doesn't rely on her invading your dreams. You groan.

Without Vernius to guide you, you feel rudderless on how to go about getting those sparks that she so dearly wants. You try to imagine walking up to Alice, for sake of example, and just asking her point blank if she wants to make a baby. Maybe throw out there that you're under contract from some ancient and power goddess that has tried to kill you twice already.

Anyway you cut that, it's going to sound weird to just bring up out of the blue. {if marcy_preg == 1}Marcy, well, if she is as head over heels for you as Kat has implied, then that might not be too hard. Of course, if Kat was mad about you hooking up with Marcy, she should wait until you've gone and put a bun in her oven. {endif}{if grace_preg == 1}Grace seems like a good choice to try and knock up, but her carefree spirit may not appreciate the whole getting pregnant thing. Most people consider that a pretty big deal.{endif} You click your tongue. You are in a right pickle. You shut the water off. It is a tomorrow problem.

When you step out, you feel refreshed but even more tired then when you got in. It's also surprisingly nice to not have to wipe yourself down with a gross cum rag of a towel as you did earlier. You appreciate how this towel does not crackle and pop as you clean yourself with it from how crusty it is. You get ready for bed, brush your teeth, floss, put on deodorant, and moisturize.

You wander back into your room fighting sleep. You put on your bedsheets, or as best that you can literally on the knife's edge of passing out. It's a struggle, but you just about make it, leaving your hamper where you left it and crawling up onto your bed and under your blanket before you are out like a light.