Or communing with ancient powers

You awaken laying on something supremely soft and comfortable. You turn and rub your face in it. It’s definitely skin, soft, warm, and supple. You breathe in and smell the subtle sweetness of sweat and breath out. You find it really easy to breathe. You shuffle closer to this distinctly maternal warmth. You feel an inhumanly soft and warm hand as it strokes your cheek, the fingers are small and dainty as they touch you and by God does it feel good. You feel at ease, melting into this magical pillow. Your eyes flutter open. The woman from your dream is there again and you are resting your head on her lap. You look around without raising your head, you are still in your room. You sigh. You look up and see her impressive bosom hanging naked over you in the moonlight, her breasts shockingly perky for their size. You lay there a long time, just drinking in the affection. It is like nothing you have ever felt before. Sure you have been attended to, but never like this.

“Am I dreaming?” You sigh, closing your eyes again.

“Yes and no.” Coos an accented feminine voice in your head.

“Oh.” You purr, feeling splendid where you lay.

“But you must get up now, we still have much to talk and do.” The voice sings in your head.

“No.” You weakly sigh.

“Then I suppose you won’t get a chance to do naughty things to us.” The voice giggles. Your eyes snap open, now you are interested. You sit upright, leaning back on your arms. You come eye to eye with the woman from the dream. You stare at her for a long time, not sure what to make of this predicament.

“I’m John.” You say, feeling painfully awkward about this introduction. “What’s your name?” The woman studies you for a moment.

“We have had many names but you seem to know none of them.” She speaks in you. Her eyes narrow. “How very peculiar. Then we shall be called Vernius for now.”

“How do you do that?” You ask, tapping your head.

“We have extolled you.” She says in your head looking you in the eyes. “You are now binded to us.”

“You have a very pretty voice.” You blurt out, surprisingly anxious about talking to this Vernius.

“It is but one of many. We like to change it up every few hundred years.” She says to you.

“Hundred years?” You ask.

“Is that not right? Excuse us for any mistakes, we are still figuring out your language.” She laughs a deep and powerful laugh.

“Oh.” You laugh sympathetically. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you human?”

“No.” Vernius answers. Her eyes turn smoky, and her gaze sharpens on you. “We are what you might consider a goddess.”

“Oh.” You say, not really sure what that means in this situation. Vernius grabs your hand and places it square in the middle of her chest.

“We need you.” She says.

“Need me for what?” You ask, chuckling nervously.

“Our powers have grown weak over the millennia.” She whines, grabbing your arm and pulling you close to her. “There are none left who worship us, praise us, or bless their children and crops in our name. It leaves us feeling―” She searches for the word. ”Hungry. Yes, hungry.”

“I see.” You state while fondling her soft boobs. “In this analogy, how exactly do you expect me to feed you?” Vernius’s eyes narrow and the smug grin appears on her face again.

“Give us sparks.” She swoons against you, her voice dripping with sex. “From them come new devotees, power, influence, and everything we want.”

“And how do I do that?” You ask excitedly, touching Vernius as much as you can, intoxicated off the touch of her skin. She smiles a seductive smile at you, running her hand down your face.

“Bring forth new life into this world with our blessing. We will make sure that they are easy births and that your kin are strong and grow up to be just as fertile and virile so that they too may make for us sparks.”

“So make babies?” You chuckle nervously, still groping Vernius’s tits.

“Hummm.” Vernius whines. You feel her nipples harden against your roaming hands. “As soon and frequently as you can for we are truly famished. We will see that all those who assist you by bearing the sparks are safe from harm, disease, or pain. For them, it will be an honor to bear fruit for us.” She purrs as you press your face against her neck in a quick kiss. Her hair smells divine, like a mix of sweat and jasmine. “And we have not forgotten that you will receive your just rewards for aiding us.”

“Rewards?” You ask, kissing her neck again. It feels like a bolt of pure unadulterated pleasure to kiss her, you feel your lips tingle at the sensation of her skin.

“We will reward you first,” she says, running her hands through your hair, ”with the strongest seed, seed so ambrosial that women will beg you for it; a beautiful figure; an indomitable constitution; an intoxicating aroma; and the adoration of every maiden in the land. You will be unstoppable.”

“That sounds like a pretty swell deal.” You reply, kissing her shoulder again, harder this time.

“We shall surely grant you even more boons as your prowess increases and our power returns.” She sighs, “Once we have ascended to our rightful place then we shall make you our champion, a demigod in your own right.”

“Oh wow.” You say, taken aback by the offer of immortality.

“But know well that we are capable of cruelty too, if you do not understand your place.” She says, frowning. You smell ozone again for a moment and it is gone. Even after it is gone, you still feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “Our time here is fleeting, and we still must give you your first rewards. When you awaken, you may be discomforted by the changes, but it is the only way for the ritual to be done. Pain is just as much a part of the wheel of life as pleasure.” She leans over and gives you a peck on the lips. You ponder for a moment what to say to this, well goddess.