An alien world

I landed hard on concrete, my left ankle bending at an awkward angle as I did so. With my leg unable to support my weigth, I fell on the ground.

I looked around at my surroundings. I was in some sort of medieval city that was filled with strange creatures. There were a few humans, but mostly they were mythical creatures. They all walked around in the road, completely oblivious to the teenager suddenly appearing in the middle of their path.

One big man with a large stomach and a single eye tripped over me.

"Oi!" Said the cyclops "watch your self!"

I stood up numbly. The transcendent high I'd been riding while in that strange... In-Between place had faded, leaving me with a dull sense of panic.

"Where am I?" I thought. Then suddenly another thought popped into my head "why isn't my ankle hurting?"

I looked down to see the skin on my ankle was purple and swollen, but completely painless, I also noticed red begin to bloom across my left leg and noticed a small hole in my jeans.

"He shot me" I mumbled.

The cyclops had also seen my leg.

"I'm sorry" he grumbled "I didn't know you were hurt."

I managed to **** out a "don't worry about it".

He narrowed his one eye "oi, 'ow are you standing on that foot, are you some sort of Rakdos pain-loving thing?"

"No" said a woman behind me "he's simply in shock."

I turned to look at the woman, and my jaw dropped. She was round 5'4 with blonde hair that went down to her shoulders and a gorgeous rack. She was wearing a thin, almost see through, white dress that hung around her neck, came down from her shoulders, covered her breasts, made an X over her toned stomach in two straps, and left her sides and back open. Her huge D-cup breasts swayed freely, with each step threatening to see them fly out of her frilly dress. She was lightly tanned and as she approached me, I realized that she couldn't have been older than 20. The dress came down to ankles and hugged her hips and ass very well. I could tell quite easily that that was wearing no form of underwear.

My jaw was hanging open when she stopped and she placed a finger on my chin, closing my mouth and raising my gaze from her cleavage. I noticed that her eyes were maybe the darkest shade of blue I had ever seen.

"Staring is rude" she said with a blush. She turned to the cyclops "he's terribly injured so I shall be taking him to the temple of Arial."

The cyclops mumbled something inaudible and left, leaving me with the Busty Goddess.

She blushed " I'd prefer you didn't call me that, my name is Katrina."

What the fuck?

"Yes, I can read minds" she smiled sweetly "don't worry, you're not the only person to ever think that."

I laughed nervously, my mind still whirling from everything that had happened in those few moments.

"My name's Eric " I said.

"Well Eric, I'd like to see that leg of yours, would you please come with me?"

I smiled "sure."

The walk through the city was difficult at first with the mass of people (I couldn't help but stare at some of the stranger ones) jostling around. Then, as we got further in, the pain returned to my ankle, until I was leaning heavily on Katrina. I had mostly made sense about what had happened. I had traveled to another world. I didn't know how and I only remembered very little about my Transcendence (that's what I decided to call the time when I was in the In-Between and could see everything). Most of the information had left, but not the fact that the multiverse theory was correct. And I had access to it somehow. I also realized that I a) had the ability to use some sort of magic as seen back in the alley, and b) I had no idea to get back to Earth. 

"Where am I?" I asked as we passed a group of armored men walked by.

Katrina looked over at me "We're in market district, lucky for you I was passing by, otherwise some slightly shadier people might have found you instead. That reminds me, who attacked you?" she said as she went backing to looking straight ahead.

"Just some- ow! Just some muggers"

"Did they have any guild markings on them?"

I turned to look at her, pointedly ignoring her boobs that were very visible in our positions. "What do you mean guild markings?"

"Never mind, now isn't the time, you probably can't even think straight with all the blood you're losing."

I looked down at my leg and saw a steady stream of blooding running down my leg, when I looked back up, my jaw dropped... again. It was a large bronze statue of a woman stood in front of it. The lady stood around 8 feet tall with massive tits and a humongous ass and She was completely naked, revealing a dark blue rune on her stomach. The statue was incredibly realistic, and as were the dozen of other bronze women, all closer to 6 feet tall. They wore the same robes as Katrina and their eyes glowed the same blue. There was an abundance of different body types. All of the women were pawing at the lady in the center. One was latched on to her mouth, two were sucking her nipples. One had her face between the larger lady's bust. There was even a girl with her face wedged up between the lady's ass cheeks. It was like one large, frozen, all lesbian orgy.

"This is Arial" Katrina said, sensing my question "she is the goddess of Maidenhood and Feminine Lust."

"Maidenhood?" I asked through the pain in my ankle. I wondered if she had to be virgin to be worship her. Feminine lust? Was she a lesbian, did you have to be?

"Yes, I am a virgin, though I am one because I'm a priestess of her temple. All are welcomed to worship, virgin or not. Also no, I'm not a lesbian, although many who join our order are. But priestesses of Arial enjoy the pleasure of only women."

I nodded, my teeth gritted in pain. Fuck, this was really hurting, although, my growing erection from the statue helped distract me a bit. But I could still feel myself sweating as spots began to dance in my eyes.

I felt Katrina tighten her grip on me and try to lift me even more. I suppose it made sense that she knew it was getting worse, she was telepathic.

As we made our way into the temple, I tried to keeps my eyes ahead, but we were practically running. Her breasts were flopping around wildly, barely contained within the fabric of the dress. She was also apparently so focused on holding me up and not tripping that she wasn't bothering to read my mind. I almost wished she would because the boner I had was making it far more difficult to limp along without tripping.

We finally made it into the temple as my pain nearly became unbearable. She was trying as hard as she could with her delicate arms to support me, but to little avail. We practically fell into a side room, though everything had become a blurry mess, even the pain. Though not the feeling her nipples poking me through her dress, or the fabric that rode up between her delectable ass, or the feeling of my erection straining against my pants. I frowned that was ne-

We both fell. I landed hard on my back, nearly passing out. She on top of my in a way that my face was wedged between her glorious tits. I just had time to peak at her nipples when she sprang up and began pulling me towards a small pond.

"Alright" she said "you can't wear clothes into Arial's Fountain, you'll need to remove them."

Apparently she didn't realize that I was still on the ground, not that I cared, it was comforta...

"Eric!"

I begun to go unconciousness, but quickly jolted back to life. Still aware of my boner, which felt far more uncomfortable in my pants than usual.

"I can't take them off, it hurts too much."

It was true, the pain had become a red mist that seemed to cover my brain, restricting all funtions.

"Fine" she murmured.

I opened my eyes to see her get down on all fours, providing me with a spectacular view of her breasts hanging in her white dress. Her dress was so lose I could see through the valley of her bust, down her six-packed stomach, and to a small patch of blonde hair hiding her vagina. My cock got even more rigid, and I realized that she was taking off my clothes for me. My shoes and socks were already somewhere across the room. She moved up my body and struggled to take my shirt off, with her hips resting against mine. I was amazed that she couldn't feel my erection through her thin clothes. She had to really pull and work my shirt off causing her to unintentionally start grinding her pussy against my dick. I think it was even turning her on without realizing her it, as her breathing was becoming heavier. Eventually my shirt came off.

The red mist of pain intensified, nearly blinding me. I could feel her tiny hands undoing my pants. She said something about me being rich in order to afford underwear. Then her slim fingers grasped my pants and my briefs. With one pull they were down to my knees. I stared in awe as my dick sprung up and slapped her in the face, smacking her in the forehead.

I was also almost certain that my dick had grown. It used to be a little over 5 inches, but now it looked more like 8 and was very thick. Veins ran up and down the shaft and a huge mushroom cap of a tip ended it all.

She sat there for awhile, cross-eyed and staring at it. Eventually she moved her head up, but she did it slowly. My dick slowly slid nose, across her lips, and over her chin, until it snapped forward at attention. She just sat there looking at it, until eventually she reached up and carefully put a hand on it.

"Wow, this is bigger than any other human's I've ever seen... not an orc's, giant's, or cyclops's though, but big." She looked up at me, but my eyes were little more than a slit. I felt her venturing into my mind, trying to see if I was awake or not, but I threw the pain in my ankle into her way.

Her hands flew away and her eyes widened. She gasped and looked up, "please forgive me Mistress Arial" and looked back down at my now throbbing member. She grabbed hold of my pants again, being careful to avoid the tower sticking out of my pelvis. This time she yanked them down to my calf and carefully took them off of my ankle. She quickly grabbed my arms and dragged me into the pool with her.

The pain in my ankle quickly faded as the skin returned to its regular color. Every ache and pain eased out of my system as Katrina pulled into deeper water.

Eventually the fog lifted and I turned to look at her. I remembered her saying that you couldn't wear clothes in the water as my eyes devoured her naked form.

The water was up to my chest but went past her head, which is why she floatng underwater. Her boobs were floating up and her nipples looked hard enough to cut diamonds. Below that, her stomach toned and muscular. Her hips flared out enticingly and curved nicely into a shapely ass. Her pussy had a small blonde bush that looked well trimmed. Her legs were tanned and lightly muscled.

My eyes traveled back up her body until I was looking at her dark blue eyes. I expected them to be glaring at me as I ogled her body, instead they were locked onto my dick. I looked down too and was surprised to see that the cold water had done nothing to shorten it. In fact, it looked like it had even grown an inch. She floated to where her mouth (puckered from holding her breath) was barely a centimeter from my dick. Tentatively, she reached out a hand and grasped it, her fingers not able to reach all the way around it. Suddenly (probably reading my thoughts again) she looked up.