The moment grew still as Alistair was sent aback by the expression on Willow's face. The lids over her eyes were lowered; her craving gaze hovering over his crotch as if to say,
'You're one addictive, hefty bastard. Your master doesn't want me touching, but I will rip you off his corpse if I have to, and mount you snugly against my own crotch area.'
The thought of it, and the depravity in her eyes, sent Alistair tumbling backwards. Yet, there was this look of puzzlement behind her death stares, that spoken volumes of her innocence.
"Damn! She's looks so eager to grippidy-grab. What do I even tell her?" Alistair thought, his gaze trailing from her subconsciously degenerate stares, to his own shlong that has suddenly undergone a transformational growth spurt, up her slender legs and through the small opening in her miniskirt of leafy vines.
"According to her, their men have no s*x organ. Does that apply to their women as well?" His imagination ran wild, thinking up the absurd possibility.
"But that makes no sense at all. The vile king enslaved an entire harem to satisfy his depraved fantasies. I fail to see why he would do that without a cock."
His eyes gave up its attempts at staring in the face of her pleasure organ between the crevices of her thighs. It was too dark in there, so he shifted his gaze up her imp-thin frame onto the hefty red globes of sensitive flesh, hoisted on her chest.
"I doubt she knows what true pleasure feels like. Or maybe I'm overthinking things. Perhaps they feel pleasure in an entirely different way. They aren't humans, after all." His thoughts burst into top-gear, racing down the tracks of debauchery.
His past life as Seymour had opened his eyes to the misfortune of never having to 'bust a move'. He was so concentrated on success and power that he left no room for 'getting coffee' with all those riped damsels and fluffy bunnies that came his way.
"Still a virgin at two thousand one hundred and thirteen years old." He thought. "What a pity! This is nothing short of a sad story. I did one good today by rescuing her, but it will be really unbecoming of a great man like me to watch her life waste away like this. I have to save this poor young-old woman. I will!"
"Huhhhhh! Is everything alright?" He heard her voice as he broke out of his perverted trance. To his utter surprise, Willow had vacated her sitting position, and was now kneeling in front of him. "I asked you a question, but you have been zoning out for almost forever."
"Oh…umm…it…umm, nothing... I'm alright." Alistair stuttered, seeing as she was kneeling over like a loyal b*tch.
"So???!" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"So what??!"
"Answer my question!" She yelled.
"Oh! About that..." Alistair said, pondering for a while, with a single goal constantly ringing in his mind. "I will save you the second time, I will slit the hymen binding you women of this world. I will end this sad story."
"Ahem! The d*ck is a sacred artifact. In fact, it's an oracle that bridges the infinite gap between women like you and our creator." Alistair said dramatically.
"Wow! I hunch was right. It really is great." Willow exclaimed, staring between Alistair's legs. It may have looked like an interesting body part at first, but not anymore.
In her mind, she was now staring upon a godly monument. "What do you mean by a bridge between women and their creator?"
"It's a great but sad story. One that I will be telling you shortly." Alistair said, looking more knowledgeable than ever.
He took one of the hefty bunch of fruits that looked like a grape, but were yellowish. Willow clutched the herm of her skirt of leaves, staring in anticipation.
He plucked one of the joining fruits from the bunch and tossed it into his mouth. "Once existed a being who transcended all that is and all that was. Unfortunately, she held great power, perhaps too much that made her feel lonely.
Eventually, this goddess found solace in the art of weaving reality itself. And like a sophisticated artist, she took pleasure in her boundless creations, one of which was women."
Willow listened attentive. She found it a bit unnerving that she hadn't heard of such a goddess before, even in this realm of magic.
"She created women of great strength and power to have dominion over the beasts and spirits of the land, and named them Amazons. However, one of her creations betrayed her love. They stole a powerful artifact from her." Alistair narrated.
"What powerful artifact did they steal?" Willow asked, curiosity writing all over her body.
"They stole her vibrator!" He revealed, looking like Gandalf narrating a pirated parody of the bible.
"Huhhhhh!!! Viiiibbbrrraaattttooorrrrr!!!" Willow stretched, just like she does to every new word she learned. "What is this powerful instrument called a vibrator."
"It's an instrument of boundless power, that exploited her weaknesses in exchange for pleasure and entertainment. It was the only other existence she didn't create, a transcendent of pleasure that even a goddess of her caliber found very dear. It had the shape of a d*ck." He said.
"Whoa! It did?" She asked, to which he nodded. "She must have been really hurt by their actions."
"Indeed, she was!" He continued, shoving more juicy fruits into his mouth. "And as a result, cast the amazons out of the sacred place, and damned them to eternal struggles in a realm of nightmarish demons and beasts.
She took back all the strength and power she had given them, and left them to wallow in the abyss of lost souls."
"Whoooow!" Willow exclaimed, looking like a diaper soaking knowledge like urine. "This feels a bit cruel, but I can't really blame her. What did they hope to achieve by stealing their goddess' belonging?"
"Ohhh! That's what you think, but the vibrator is an alluring and enticing entity. It tickles the souls of women, making them feel boundless pleasure and power." Alistair revealed.
"Yes! Yes! I don't doubt it's power since it looks like a d*ck." Willow said, looking like she had discovered a new-found land. "Actually, I think I felt a bit of that when I was holding on to yours."
"She's buying the lies better than I thought." Alistair thought, feeling a bit guilty. "But it's for your own good, dear Willow. I will stop at nothing..."
"Ok so what happened next?" She asked, looking eager to know more.
"The amazons were hunters endlessly, under the dark of night, and devoured. They were on the brink of extinction when they cried out to their maker, to have pity on them..."
"It's high time they did." Willow pointed. "So did she save them?"
"Indeed, she did!" Alistair replied. "But with no privileges, whatsoever. They have insulted her generosity; it was something they did not deserve anymore.
She didn't allow them back into the sacred place, neither did she give them back their strength and power. Instead, she created man to be their protectors."
"Wow! This goddess is indeed wise." Willow couldn't help but say.
"Indeed," He replied. "Since the amazons had lost their divinity, they grew distant from their creator, the goddess.
Therefore, while creating man, she carefully crafted the d*ck in the image and likeness of the divine vibrator, and bestowed a fraction of its power into the d*ck of man."
"Interesting!" Willow giggled, still staring down at Alistair's crotch area. "So from what you said earlier, men were not only the protectors of women, but a connection to their creator through the divine creation called d*cks."
"Yes, yes, you are catching on." Alistair commended her. "But that wasn't its only purpose. Even though they had offended her, they were still her creations, she loved them regardless.
She would rather not see them become extinct, so she created one other purpose—procreation!"
"Huhhh! So that there can be more women?" Willow asked.
"Yes, the d*ck has the power to give rise to not only women, but men as well. That is how come, there a so many of us now." He replied...
"Whooww!! So clever." Willow exclaimed, finding it to be a great feat of the goddess. "But then, why don't any of the men in this world have d*cks?"
Alistair paused. "Shit! Shit! Shit! How do I get out of this one?"
"Umm well... that's because... the women of this world are descendants of the woman who stole the divine vibrator. Unlike the others, she wasn't pardoned. The women she birthed were intact, but the men weren't, they lacked d*cks" He said, salvaging his little story with a thought at the back of his mind. "Perfect!!"
Willow's mood change instead from a happy and curious one to a sad one.
"So she...she doomed our generation." She choked on her words, tearing welling up in her eyes. "That's why I am the only one of my kind. They've all become extinct."
Although he made the story up, he felt guilty about her situation.
"So everything fell in place at the end. Her race had become extinct." He sighed. "Now I am more convinced. I won't only be saving her from her lack of pleasure for years, but I will be bringing back her race."
"You need not worry, Willow, I have decided to help you connect to your creator. And not just that; together, we will create a new generation of your race." He declared, with determination in his voice.
"Wow! Thank you so much. I can't imagine this is happening, I will be forever indebted to you, Alistair." She exclaimed, showing reverence and gratitude.
"Alright, alright! What do you even call yourselves?" Alistair asked.
"We, no, I am the Rosethorn of the bloomfire tribe." She said, her softball tits heaving like engines.
"Wow! Her race even had clans" Alistair exclaimed, chomping on a mouthful of fruit. "Well Willow, rosethorn species of the bloomfire clan, today is your lucky day!"
She giggled, shivered and shuddered out of excitement.
"Prepare yourself for the divinity of what you are about to see." He urged, undoing his flap. Shooting out of it was a super-alloy beafed up rod with a tanned luster. "You are about to witness the fullness of divinity in every fiber of your being!"
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