Controlled Chaos

Aslan was an amazing and vibrant world. Long ago it was forged, like a weapon, by the gods. Life was littered across it shortly after. From the littlest bug to the biggest gigantes. Goblins, orcs, elves, dragons, etc. The world was sometimes a little crazy and war was a possibility. You thought you were below all that, a tiny flea in the grand scheme of things. Your farm was so utterly small you weren't on any maps. Nearest town was two days away. An only child, you had no family. You were in many ways, average. An average man leading an average life. Every morning was the same, feed the chickens and tend the crops. Nothing to put down in the history books but it was a life. That all changed this night.

War was very much real in your day and age. Borders changed every month it seemed like. Your land was along the borders disputed despite its size. In better circumstamces you would go on about your life peacefully. A quiet simple life amongst the sun and fields. When you woke up tomorrow the sun greeting you was a herald to another humble day, except things spiraled out of control.

You were dead. Your house was set ablaze by the battle around you in the night. Without warning your tragic demise was halted. It was like time was stopped around you. Everything felt so colorless and still. Yet you felt at ease. That was when a blinding light emerged from the sky above you. He appeared in front of you. Flanked by skimpy clothed angelic servants, there was little doubt you were dealing with the divine. Simple robes clung to him. His form was nubile and fair. Blonde hair hung past his ass. Peculiar pointed ears stuck out from his head. Sparkling blue eyes focused on yours. His face the ultimate example of youthful beauty. You were entranced.

"You have met with a terrible fate," he said to you in a soft voice. It was like that of a lute. You had no idea if this was a man or woman at this point. Watching him, you didn't care. Stuck alone out in the country, this divine entity was perfection made real.

Slowly he approached, his footsteps making no noise. You could not help but eye his immaculate form up and down. "I," he breathed out quietly "have no taste for war. I want to end this, my way." His slender arm gracefully reached out for your chest. It was then you looked down to see you were naked, and all six inches erect. "Your body is honest."

His companions were at your side, kissing at your neck suddenly. Their tanned bodies were almost as beautiful as the god before you. You had not even been with a woman in your young life yet here you were. The god smiled softly before resting his hands on your hips. Without any movement his robes had vanished. The god's form was flawless, not a single hair or mole or any other imperfection.

Surrounded on all sides you quickly surrendered your body. Your cock slid against his. His manhood was a bit bigger and just as immaculate as the rest of him. His hands gently peeled yours and his foreskin back and slowly touched your dick. The two winged cupid boys ground and kissed your body from behind. "I am bringing you back. I want you to be my body on earth. We can end this war together, in our own special way." When he kissed you tenderly you got the gist of his plan. He was direct if anything.

Grinding against everyone felt so amazing. You were very much a virgin and here was some divine trio blessing you. Your breath was ragged when he broke his kiss. His spit taste of honey and you missed his tongue as soon as it left your mouth. It wasn't long before his tender touch made you cum for the first time in your life. Gentle fingers graced over your throbbing cock in the throes of your climax.

His hands, delicate and smooth, stroked you as ropes of cum splattered against his stomach. The cupids watched on with interest over your shoulder. They lightly giggled as you gasped. Thier firm slender bodies enthusiasticly pressed against your back. Within seconds your cock sprung back to life. Your body was eager and your divine company was more than ready to test it. "My, my," the blonde tenderly addressed you as he pumped away "you are going to do amazing things." His other hand lightly massaged your balls, eager for more of your seed.

Today was a day of many firsts. The god released your manhood and spun around with all the grace of a dancer. He did not break eye contact with you over his shoulder. When he bent over, resting his hands on his knees, you hardly needed the cupids to guide your cock. Slowly you pushed inside the divine body. It was like eternity slowly passed you by as you fed more and more of yourself into him. It would be insane to pass up this god presenting before you. There was no way to describe the feeling of that tight perfect ring of muscle gripping your dick. The cupid entourage watched on with vested interest.

He moaned your name when you bottomed out. His cupids clung to you as you fucked your first man. The blonde's ass was absolutely perfect in every way. If you were into women before this this god would have instantly changed his mind. You couldn't help yourself and quickly lost control. Once you had pulled back slowly you slammed right back in, hard enough to make the god throw his head back. An almost animalistic growl emerged from your gut as you lost your virginity. The cupids were almost shocked when you started taking turns kissing them over your shoulder. This burning lust was all new to you and you wanted more. Your thighs smacked against his as you gripped at his thick girlish hips. He cried out in ecstacy as you swiftly approached your climax. The throbbing of your cock fought against the almost vice like grip of his ass. You your tongue into each of the brown boys mouths as you sodomizied your god. They tasted of ginger and sugar. There was nothing on your mind but the lust clouding your thoughts. It was just so utterly close to your limit. You threw your head back and clung to your partner's hips with your final thrust. Your first time was quick yet satisfying. When you emptied your balls deep inside him you blacked out satisfied.

When you awoke you were indeed back in the land of the living. That wasn't a rewarding afterlife or anything, it was all real. That was when you noticed the changes as you looked yourself over. Your body was essentially a mix of yours and his. You weren't as perfect but you still exuded beauty and sex. Long shiny blonde hair, sparkling eyes, thick hips and a bigger penis. You were practically sex given form. This new body was slender and fair like the god but were in charge. You might need clothes though. A voice, his, softly arose in your mind. "Whereever we go we will put an end to the bloodshed. Too many men die every day for my taste. I think we could both find a better use for all that pent up aggression. Do you not agree?"

The battle that had torn up your ancestral land and left you for dead had long since passed. Somehow you were far away from the burnt shell of your house and lying under a tree. Your mind was trying hard to make sense of this. In fact your session with this god seemed to have taken at least a day's time. You had no idea how that all worked but you chalked it up to the gods being gods. A choice ultimately fell to you. Sure the god was providing you with the power to act but you were driving the cart.

To the west were the orcs. One of the strongest players around, they were made for war. Not much else though, even you knew there was no great orc minds. Then again that might just be because they were only ever at war.

To the east were the lamias. Sneaky and with a reputation for underhanded tactics, they were not someone to trifle with. A race that was part snake, they excelled in hot environments. You'd only heard about them second hand.

To the north was the yeti tribes. It was bitter cold and bitter conditions that made bitter men. They kept to themselves but the occasional raiding party came down south. These folks were part of the battle that destroyed your land.

To the south was swamp land. No one wanted to go for it. In addition to the humidity and insects and poison there were rumors the forest was alive. You could never confirm but there wasn't any rush to disprove the tales before.

In addition there were several smaller kingdoms and tribes scattered amongst the land. Slimes, goblins, even tales of magic enshrouded castles and other fantastical things. Without a farm to tend to and nowhere to call home there was no holding you back. A god was on your side and you had a mission of the utmost importance. Your body was to be the weapon to hopefully end of these pointless wars. First, you needed clothes and to figure out where to go.