This chapter contains a lemon at the end. If you don't want to read it just skip to the last two paragraphs.
He awoke in a comfortable bed with a woman's mouth around his cock. Johnson struggled to move but some unseen force kept him there. The woman rose and smiled revealing a mouth of perfect teeth. Her lips were thick and painted ruby red paired with her dusky brown skin. Her hair was black and looped upwards in an elaborate braided style. Wrapped around her was a loose fitted white silk gown. She was beautiful and exotic. She was powerful. His measly cultivation was nothing to hers. She was beyond immortal, beyond the average god, and beyond anything he's heard of. This made no sense how did he get here? Johnson groaned as she continued to work him over.
Just as she shoved his cock down her throat and began to move. Before his heart began its beating march towards satisfaction. And just as his mushroom swelled to its full mast she pulled away. There was a flicker of amusement in her eyes as she licked her lips. His heart was pounding, his body was sweating, and he wanted her.
His hand gripped the bed and he struggled to regain control. "If you were going to stop then why bother?" He groaned out. His mind was flustered with need and knew she was trying to play him.
"It's how I always begin negotiations with my champions." She said and fluttered her eyes at him. Her soft brown eyes seemed to suck him in as surely as the slit in her gown attracted his eyes to her cleavage. Both were tricks to throw him off balance during the negotiation. She had no clue who she was dealing with. He would show this goddess how a man of house Farron negotiated with women.
"A woman commanded a man to attend her showing her bust and promising favors. She never got to the question. All night they busied themselves with a game of can and mouse. When morning arrived, the man left, and the woman was left wanting." Johnson finished. She blinked at him in confusion for a moment and opened her mouth in an O. Her thick lips made the impression pressing upon his desire. Only half remembered lessons in etiquette stayed his dick.
"Very well I shall get to the point. I want you to spread my name to all the people of your world. In exchange, I will grant you access to my moon grasping body cultivation style up to the 5th stage of immortality." She said.
"A woman confesses her eternal love for a man and promises him a dowry of ten-thousand sheep. The moon and pine and when they go to the alter neither know the others name." Johnson said. He was getting into the swing of this conversing with women thing. He didn't know why Caleb wrote of difficulty.
She taps her chin smiling from ear to ear. He noticed a small freckle on one of her ears. A blemish to her divine beauty. It was forgivable. She wasn't a perfect specimen of Scale village craftsmanship. The Merc house experts hadn't crafted her form.
"You make conversing so much fun. Most do moon and pine over me. My name is Selene and I've divined your name to be Johnson Farron. I believe my dowry as you call it to be more than fair." She said with a pout that would be adorable if not for the slightest crack in her lip. Unnoticeable, perhaps to a mere cultivator. Yet, as a cultivator of Farron, he was taught to observe with higher standards. He would have sent her face back to be remade.
Fair! "A man tells a farmer that he must surely worship his cows. He feeds them when they are hungry, heals them when they are sick, and pulls the calves from them when they are having difficulties. Surely, they are the master of you farmer. The farmer points far off to the slaughterhouse and the many butchers sharpening their knives. The farmer turned a profit while the cows he had taken care of for so long were butchered and sold off. Their pelts made into rugs, and their guts turned to dogfood." Johnson finished. She smiled and tossed her robe behind showing her breasts in full and then widened his knees to show him what lay between her legs. A clinical side of him resisted while his hormones demanded he mount her.
"For a mere five in mortal mental cultivation your resistance is divine. Zeus was never able to resist my charms. I suppose that's why Hera had me imprisoned here for all time. Then they died slain by the Christian god's Satan. I stopped receiving prayers a long time ago and devoted myself to martial skills. Here in my realm of dreams of the moon. We are surely the cow and the master. I want to raise your people to worship me and die for me. I want to consume your souls filled with love for me. But you I want you as my loyal dog. They farmer never eats their dog." Selene assured. She made no move to adjust her breasts. They defied gravity and logic large and perky without a hint of sag. Upon her mocha breast were dark nipples slowly rising as they spoke. There was a hint of arousal filling the room. It fogged his mind. As a body stage 1 cultivator he had little control or resistance.
"A farmer believes he has enough food for winter. He laughs as his neighbors flee to the city. The farmer boasts of his hefty stores of meat and grain. The logs he has prepared to keep him warm and the shaggy dog at his side. When the storm hits the grain is ruined, his meat is iced over burnt from the cold. He hungers and, in the cold, his warm dog seems to be the perfect meal. His neighbors return to find him dead and only the skeleton of his dog remains." Johnson finished. Once more she pouted. Bringing a hand to her breast she brought it up to her full lips and sucked gently on her nipple. Her eyes flashed onto him as he fought against his arousal. She let it go with a pop and smiled at his discomfort.
"True we are well known for devouring even our most faithful when we are starving. If the farmer had children, a wife, or siblings, he would have eaten them after the dog. Such is what happened to my former family. I remember them beating against my prison to devour me. I shut them out and wouldn't give them entry. This realm has long sense become my domain as well as prison. Martial arts became my source of divine nourishment. That and fascination, dreams, and fantasy all are concepts tied to a moon goddess. I devour them like supplements along with my cultivation." The goddess said.
"I've grown to like you even while you refuse to speak directly while we negotiate, I find this fun. I've rarely heard of such a tactic. Zeus would have struck you down. Hera would have surely turned you away as too troublesome. Apollo my sweet dunce of cousin would have played this game with you and relished every moment of it. Perhaps adding rhymes to the game." She held a distant look in her eyes as she remembered things far in the past. "I believe the game is over though and you will soon awaken. What can you give me?"
"We can give you a small army of priest androids each powered by your qi. They will be programmed to spread your religion you will be able to directly link up with them and direct them. With no need to eat, sleep, or drink they can preach your name around the clock. My house is willing to build for you an avatar to allow you to walk the earth. But my house will never worship you or any god or goddess. We put our faith in ourselves and our ancestors." Johnson said. She tapped a finger to her lips. The lipstick on her lips was smeared across her left breast from her earlier activities.
"Ok I'm willing to give your house my immortal moon style up to immortal 5th stage. Three moon rocks connected to my realm. One for my avatar and the other two for your discretions. And I will give you a hand job. Is that acceptable."
"I want 50 rocks, stage 10 immortal moon body style, and every hole you have. We are offering a field you have no access to, and we are taking care of the sheep for you. It seems we are doing most of the work." Johnson said. She frowned and looked thoughtful.
"10 rocks, stage 6 immortal moon body style, and a blowjob. Don't be too forward we have only just met, and I want to keep my status as a maiden goddess." Selene said.
"Then 40 rocks, stage 9 immortal moon body style, and your every hole. You can tell your sheep whatever you wish they are sheep. They bleat loudly before the slaughter but never fight back. I'm willing to throw in a few battle droids along with your priest droids." Johnson said.
She raised a delicate eyebrow and the bells in her hair rang as she shook her head in resignation. "Perhaps 25 rocks, stage 7 immortal moon body style and," she turned around and spread her firm bubble-like cheeks apart. They revealed a dark wrinkled eye with a womanly scent that drove the mind crazy. A few errors appeared in his mental cultivation before he quickly corrected them. "This hole is desired by many and no god has seen it before." It was almost too much but Johnson was trained to take a step beyond.
"Well I can feel my body tugging at me. I'm sorry but it seems we must part before a deal can be struck. Perhaps I can be convinced to stay for 30 rocks, stage 8 cultivation, and the sweetness between your legs, those delightful lips of yours, and that delicate brown eye yours. I suppose it would be worth a battalion of battle droids for the great gifts you are giving to house Farron. If you could also give us some of your eggs, we would be grateful. Surely it would bind us together most tightly." He knew he was stepping over the line now. He wasn't sticking to stories anymore and she might get angry from the breach in protocol even if she asked him to.
"My eggs?" She placed a hand down just above the area and rubbed at the area. "I've had no children and my eggs have not dropped since Hera froze them eons ago. What do you mean to do with them?"
"I mean to mix them with my sperm and use natal vats to birth the next generation of Farron with the eggs of our contracted Goddess." Johnson said.
"So, I would have many children from this union? Though none would come from my womb directly."
"Hundreds of thousands we need to repopulate." Johnson said. She smiled at that in a way he couldn't read.
"So, the next generation will be my sons. A part of me will be on the earth forever and no one will be able to take that from me." Her eyes fluttered in a way he hadn't seen before. She looked at him in a new way. One he wasn't comfortable with. She was the strongest woman he could find with good genes by her looks. This was a common practice among Farron. Buying the eggs of woman to diversify the Farron genome was natural.
"How many do you need?" In a flash of light, she created a box of some sort. "This box contains one of my ovaries, 30 rocks, and the tomes containing immortal moon body cultivation up to the 8th stage now let's begin."
Lemon start
She was upon him before he could brace himself. The familiar feeling of the Selene's lips enveloping his head made him hard instantly. Her soft eyes held a bit of mischief as she played with her nipples while she eased his member down her throat. The tightness from her muscles alone told him she could have ripped it off then and there. If she were an evil goddess she might have done so. Then again, she wanted something from him. He moved his hands around her head and felt the intricate braids. Her tongue curled around his member as her soft lips touched the base of his member and her throat began to drag at his mushroom.
He moved his hands down and joined her in playing with her now hard nipples. They stood up rigid with every twinge her throat pulled at him harder. Already he felt himself growing closer. She was a virgin goddess. Hand jobs, blowjobs, and tit fucks were all part of the virgin goddess repertoire. He stopped twinging her nipples he could feel himself getting close, so he took two big hands of tit flesh and squeezed as he unloaded in her throat. Selene took it in stride and eased off his prick sucking on his head slowly milking each drop from him and swallowing it down.
No matter how hard he squeezed her tits resisted him after a certain point. That was divine qi for you it didn't let him do anything painful towards her. She stood up and turned around presenting her brown eye and pussy to him. "Be careful back there I've never had a man in either hole. Zeus only ever received blowjobs from me." He gripped her ass cheeks and marveled at how firm they were. They were muscular beyond reason with a thin layer of fat and the scent it was filled with all the feminine hormones that he was warned against. This wasn't the slight scent from before. No this was a full censor overloading blast.
He placed his nose on her brown eye and breathed in deeply feeling the chemicals in his mind overload in a distressingly pleasant manner. "Hey stop that." He smacked her ass for her impertinence. She agreed so her body was his to do with as he pleased.
"If I want to smell your ass then I will Selene." He said. "I want to remember it." Johnson said softly. She looked back at him and something of a gentle smile spread across her lips. She turned around and kissed him full on before turning back around and shoving herself onto his face. His member was rock hard again and ready to go. But he resisted in favor of licking her virgin black slit and smelling her ass. Why did he want to mark this in his memory so thoroughly? He knew the reason. This was it he would never see her again out of choice. He was a man and didn't need her.
Being with her would strip him of freedom. Her genitals and his sex drive would make him a slave. So, he licked her pussy, gently he prodded the hole. Then he moved down tickling her urethra before moving to her clit. The small purple nub peaked from the sheathe and he touched it with his tongue lightly. Selene's pussy clenched and unleashed a damp trickle of lubricating juices. A stronger scent began to pour from her, and his mind felt fuzzy.
He moved gently rubbing her hips, cheeks and back. Johnson wouldn't ever see her again, so he wanted this to be his. This moment would always be his alone. He applied his mushroom to her hole prodding it gently resisting the urge to plow away. This moment was his and he wouldn't let it be ruined by a dry cunt.
"I expected you to violently plunge into each and every hole like a beast." She said ruining the magic. He smacked her ass again to silence her. "Careful I can always force you off me. You forget whose domain this is." He lowered a finger and flicked her clit. Selene's pussy spasmed closing tightly before opening. Johnson used the distraction to align himself and grab hold of her tits. A few flicks and she was shaking from her own arousal. She continued to drip on him as he spun fingers wet from her own juices around her areolas. She reached a hand down grabbing her own vulva and spread herself. He felt his mushroom squish against her snatch before slowly sliding in. Every inch she convulsed lubing him up for the next inch.
When he bottomed out hands on her nipples, he knew it was time. Pulling back, he pushed in slowly unsure of how long he would have before he really woke up. This was clearly not a dream or at least he hoped it wasn't. She had given Farron a lot with little in the way of a time limit. Perhaps a goddess didn't consider such things relevant.
As she grew ever wetter, he sped up feeling her canal begin to heat up as her muscles crushed his cock. There was a smile on her face as her hand went down to her clit mashing and playing with it to eke out more pleasure. He was getting closer and quickly. Her nipples were like diamonds now and her cunt soaked his balls and leaked down both of their legs. With a final thrust, he came bottoming out and pushing himself as deeply as he could inside of her.
He popped his member out even wet as it was it had a final job to do. Johnson placed his member against the brown eye of his client and pushed it in. He picked her up and sat back on the bed feeling his member slide all the weigh in with the force of gravity. Taking his right hand, he plunged it into her cunt as it erupted with fluids covering his hand as he finished a final time in her ass.
He pulled his used member out of her brown hole and felt himself start to return to his body. The pain desperation and all his feelings before coming here came crashing back. She reached for him and they kissed as he faded away. He would always remember those deliciously plump lips.
Lemon end.
Tubes ran into his body feeding him fluids and antibiotics. A respirator breathed for him; his hands were held together by clamps as a surgeon droid worked to put them back together. The back of his head was open to the world as his skull was slowly put back together by another droid. It seemed he had some brain damage from his battle and needed to be repaired. To the corner of his eye, he saw the cube she had given him. Selene may he never meet her again. She was a danger to him and house Farron.
His eye moved to the two-way mirror to see his father. The older man had a new prostatic arm and a mechanical eye. The left side of his face was burned leaving it stretched and ugly. His once full head of black hair was gone burnt away. It had surely been centuries since a head of house Farron had been damaged so brutally. Whatever had caused this situation wasn't over. This contract with the goddess Selene would help them but not as much as he hoped.