This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

Aria would have been outraged at her orgasm—and imminent breeding—being so suddenly interrupted, but the pulsing waves of pleasure hadn't been erased. Rather, they'd been … frozen?

Repressed. Sustained. It wasn't quite the mind-erasing peak of what had been coming, but the initial waves of ecstasy lingered, pulsing and washing through her. Muted compared to the imminent peak, but still orgasmic, wracking Aria in pleasure that made it hard to think.

But not impossible to think. She basked in the waves of bliss, but could still—if barely—pull her thoughts together. Seeing how a goddess was smiling down at her, literally, with Aria still messily bent over an altar, it was a pressing enough situation to force Aria into coherence. Or something resembling it.

She staggered to her feet, knees wobbling both from being fucked so thoroughly and the active pulses of magically-sustained mini-orgasm.

Aria's eyes widened as she took in the holy visage of a goddess.

Aria didn't doubt the veracity of what she was seeing. Not just because they'd been explicitly seeking out Ephythithys, but because of the woman's presence itself. Both physical form and aura. Aria had thought Zoey was perfection, but Zoey was human perfection. Here was true divinity: inhuman perfection, a woman with a form that Aria's mind struggled to comprehend. A beauty that nearly stopped her heart.

Ephythithys wore a flimsy translucent gown, and snow-white wings were tucked behind her back. The details of her body were exposed beneath the nearly invisible clothing, and with a subdued orgasm pulsing consistently through her—no doubt Ephythithys's doing—Aria found herself distracted despite her circumstances. Her eyes lingered on divine curves, lurid fantasies invading her mind, impossible to fight away.

"Aria, is it?"

Aria jerked in surprise, and her eyes reluctantly tore away from the goddess's perfect body. For a moment, she stared dumbly at the woman. Then she finally digested who was speaking to her, and she spurred herself into action. She got down onto both knees and pressed her forehead into the floor.

"My Goddess," Aria stammered. "Ephythithys. Holy one. I'm—I'm not worthy to be blessed by your presence."

"Oh, please, none of that," Ephythithys said instantly, and with a dismissiveness that startled Aria. "Don't get me wrong, I love groveling and scraping, but only when whips and collars are involved. Not this. Please, get up."

It took a second for her to even comprehend Ephy's words—especially with a sustained half-orgasm pulsing through her, whose distraction really couldn't be ignored or understated—but when she did, Aria quickly stumbled to her feet. She would hardly disobey a command given by a literal goddess, her thoughts on propriety notwithstanding.

"Oh, and just Ephy is fine," the goddess tacked on.

"Y-Yes, Goddess." That explained Delta and Zoey's casual use of the nickname.

Heavens, but they'd spoken to her, then? All of this was real. Maybe were speaking to her, separate from Aria. Had they been pulled into their own vision? And was that what this even was? A vision?

Seeing Ephy gaze at her with an amused expression, Aria scrambled to offer her services—she probably should have done that immediately.

"What can I do for you, My Goddess?"

"Truthfully, you've done plenty, dear," Ephy said. "You helped that annoying disciple of mine commune with me."

There was confirmation, then. Zoey truly was a disciple of a goddess. Somehow, Aria wasn't surprised that her ridiculous theory had turned out correct.

"But," Ephy admitted. "I didn't bring you here just to say thank you. I do, in fact, have another mission for you."

Thank-you? She was being thanked by a goddess? Or, she supposed Ephy hadn't actually done that, but even the implication made Aria's head spun.

And she wanted more from Aria?

"I'm yours to use, Goddess," Aria said instantly. "Your divine instrument. My body is yours."

Aria paused, then blushed, realizing the lewd way that could be interpreted. It wasn't all that odd of a thing to say to a divinity, but to the goddess of sex? The context changed things.

Ephy didn't miss Aria's blushing—and seemed happy to act on how flustered she was, because the ethereal woman stepped forward and grabbed Aria by the hips. Aria was still naked, sweaty, sticky, and literally in the middle of a magically-sustained orgasm, so having a divinity of sex suddenly press her tits into her own was a bit—well, Aria didn't know the word to use. She felt like Ephythithys's blue eyes were melting her down into some base sludge of carnal energy.

"I'm glad to hear that," the goddess murmured. "Because I do love using people." She laughed, then abruptly stepped back and tapped Aria on the nose, a more friendly reaction than she'd been expecting, seeing how quickly Ephy had advanced on her. "But I'm afraid this meeting isn't going in that direction. A goddess can't fuck just anyone, you know. Tempting as it is."

Aria didn't have a great response for that. "You have a task for me?" she eventually struggled out.

"I do. And I think you'll like it."

"I will?"

"It involves two things you love," Ephy said. She held up her pointer finger. "First, divinity. You're a devoted one, and I have an honest-to-goddess mission for you. Something with real impact in the world. That's a passion of yours, isn't it?"

Aria nodded slowly. It was a given. She'd spent her life in a temple, and not just because she'd been born and grown up there, but because she loved it.

"And secondly," Ephy said, joining her first finger with a second, "it involves girl cock. From how I interrupted you, I can tell that's a big new passion of yours."

"Um."

"And yes, it's related to that disciple of mine," Ephy said. "But I'm sure you've interpreted that."

Aria's thoughts flickered to the tall, dark-haired woman. She bit her lip as a question sprung up. But she couldn't help it—she wanted answers. "Who is she, exactly?" Aria blurted out. "Zoey? And why did you come to me?"

Ephy tilted her head. "Are you questioning me? A goddess? I said there was no need for groveling, but that's a little familiar, don't you think?"

Aria's eyes widened. Had she overstepped? Before she could scramble to apologize, though, Ephy shook her head and laughed.

"I'm joking. Teasing. It's really too easy. Believe me—I've let cuties like you be much, much ruder to me."

Her smirk made the innuendo clear. Aria could help wonder what, exactly, the goddess of sex would consider degrading.

She swallowed. This whole situation was difficult to handle. Not just because of how distracting Ephy was, or that she was meeting a goddess, but the constant squirming heat pulsing through her body. That she could form words at all while orgasming—if not at full power—was a feat in itself.

Did Ephy really have to do that to her? Amazing as it felt, she would really like her full mental faculties, right now. And all the teasing wasn't making things easier.

"So," Ephy said. "Your task. Since my disciple has found herself distracted with putting that cock of hers anywhere she can stick it, and also with some other … bigger-picture tasks … she's been neglecting other goals. In lieu of insisting she handle it herself, I've decided to outsource to another promising helper. You."

Bigger-picture tasks? What bigger-picture tasks had a goddess given Zoey?

"Outsource what?" Aria asked carefully.

"A nascent goddess needs worshippers," Ephy said. "Now, that one-track woman is a long way off from ascending, but laying the roots for a thriving following is important. Which is where you come in. I need you to find her worshipers. Build a Church in her image."

Aria stared at the goddess.

She didn't know what she'd expected, but helping establish a following for—apparently—a nascent deity?

How did that even work? There were rumors that progressing path ninth advancement meant ascension into the pantheon, but was this confirmation?

And that was the trajectory Zoey was on?

"H-How would I even begin?"

"It'll be easier than you think. I mean, look how fast you fell in love with that cock of hers. It's one of my finer creations. Finding other followers won't be hard."

"You gave that to her?"

"She's my disciple, isn't she? It's her holy weapon." Ephy laughed. "And a true crusader's one at that. Don't you agree?"

Aria coughed. Frankly, she did.

"And Delta?"

"She's not mine. A companion of my disciple. And that potion also comes from Zoey's class."

"I see." Aria shook her head. "But creating a following for her? How?"

Ephy shrugged. "It'll grow easier as her influence spreads. In the meantime, finding a collection of priestesses as eager to be stuffed by girl cock as you were shouldn't be too difficult. I'll leave it up to your discretion."

"I … don't even know what to say."

Ephy patted her on the cheek. "You'll figure it out." She leaned close to Aria. "And if you do a good job, maybe I'll show you my gratitude. I can't go around fucking anyone, like I said, but a dedicated High Priestess of my disciple's … I could make a few exceptions." She ran her gaze down Aria's body, setting her on fire—then shook her head. "Well, that's all I had to say. I'll stop fending off that delightful orgasm of yours and send you back. Enjoy having your womb filled up for the first time. It's really such an experience. Think of me, won't you?"

She kissed Aria on the cheek, stepped back, and waved her fingers good-bye—and the world flashed black.