Reborn into Calitian

Sitting in the middle of a table is a small see through empty sphere.

"So how many is that?"

"Shut it."

The two observing the empty sphere are, to those who believe in such things, gods, to those that don't, still gods but more indignantly acknowledged.

Whilst it may be possible to describe the physicality of such beings, the time it would take to do so would bore them to no end. To avoid such tales of epic descriptions they instead simply appear however the one viewing them would expect them to appear. When they are observed by their own kind, they largely have no physical shape unless they chose too take one for a point.

"At least it lasted longer than the last one." The god making the jabs was rather smugly a grand old chair tapping their fingers on the chairs armrest. The choice to only manifest a hand and a chair yet no other body part for the bit, seemed a little unnecessary.

"And I said shut it." The god on the receiving end of those jabs had no interest in physicality so is better described as a vague cloud of annoyed embarrassment.

"Though your little champion did think a god would be a busty bimbo. A role you fit into remarkably well I must say." A knowing grin manifested without a face to wear it.

The cloud became slightly more embarrassed. "It's not my fault he..." The cloud trailed off as the embarrassment was pushed aside. "And besides I seem to remember you popping in to observe him more than a few times." The attempted jab was met with a grin far more sultry than knowing.

"You mean I manifested to feel his cock filling my holes for hours on end."

The embarrassment returned to the cloud. Rather than engage further and risking yet more profanity and smuttery the empty sphere was filled anew.

Inside it floating a tiny world, lush green continents, deep blue oceans, golden tinged deserts, yet no visible sign of civilization.

"That one again huh?" The chair god let go of the teasing. While it would have been happy to toy with its counterpart a little longer, it could tell the discomfort was pushing things a bit to much. It did enjoy their time together so pushing things too much could make ongoing interactions awkward.

"I like this one." The relief at not being the subject of more jabs let most of the embarrassment out of the cloud.

The chair god held its metaphorical tongue. As much as it wanted to point out that the reason its compatriot liked this world so much is down to it being the first in which they got fucked by a mortal. Doing so might have made it change to a different one out of embarrassment.

The lack of jabbing comment gave slight pause to the cloud before seizing the opportunity to possibly get something it could hang over its chair bound kinda, sorta relative. "Why don't you pick this time."

The effort to manifest eyes to be rolled at the obvious attempt at manipulation was just enough to not be worth it. Also this was the first time such an offer had been made and, with thoughts swirling with possibilities, mostly about how much fun the pair could have if they were both open about how much they enjoyed a good mortal rogering, it said. "I have a better idea." The lack of interruption gave permission. "Rather than one champion how about a few, but this time, instead of explaining things we just let them go."

"B-but they can't–"

"Haven't tried it yet have you, maybe it would help." The possibilities at hand were tantalizing beyond belief. But the **** needed to be dealt with. "After some time we can see how they develop and we each pick one." That alleviated a bit of it, but there had to be one more push. And if there is one thing that, at this point, was apparent about the erstwhile sexually repressed cloud, It really just wanted an actual excuse to have some fun. "When we pick, we help our chosen however and with whatever they want."

While the cloud did its best to try and appear embarrassed at the idea it couldn't actually say anything. It's outward appearance of a chaste deity doing only what it must would simply not allow its inner pervert to express absolute confirmation at the offer made. "I-I don't know, maybe." It was interrupted by a slightly mocking tone.

"What's the matter. Embarrassed about having to obey a mortal and follow their every command." The playing off the feigned embarrassment had proven to be much better than trying to communicate with a fellow pervert. "As a sweetener, if your chosen is stronger, I'll do_ whatever _you want until its all over."

That was the clincher. The inner pervert simply couldn't let a chance like this slip past, no matter how much the ninny outer self wanted to splutter at such a scandalous proposal whilst also not being able to acknowledge that that is what the intended proposal is because doing so would mean it has thoughts of such things. "Deal."

The two gods shook metaphorical hands. One barely able to stop itself from accidentally manifesting a mouth to salivate at the possibilities from. The other already knowing that no matter how it ends it gets what it wants, which is at worst a much overdue godly one world stand, at best a kinda, sorta sibling/fuck buddy.

With the deal struck now it is just a matter of how you come into this.