I'm still catching my breath, sprawled next to the Mother of Spirits, her naked body pressed against mine, her breasts squashed against my chest. The hut reeks of sex and sap, and damn, I feel like a king. But the interface flickers, snapping me back to reality. [Quest Completed: Seduce the Queen of Spirits and Fuck Her]. +200 charisma points, an alliance with the dryads, and my Divine Touch powered up. Not bad for a loser like me. The Mother of Spirits, still panting, fixes me with a look that says, "You won this round, but you're not the boss yet." I smirk, pulling myself up, my toga barely back in place.
"Not bad for a forest goddess," I say, grinning. She raises an eyebrow, her full lips curling into a smirk. "Don't get too comfortable, Eros. You might be a god, but you're still a fallen one." Her voice is husky, but there's a hint of respect. I'm about to reply when Sylva, the dryad I saved, bursts into the hut, her green eyes wide.
"Mother, there's trouble," she says, shooting me a wary glance. "Pan's back. He's threatening the village."
"Pan?" I repeat, frowning. In Heavenly Sex, Pan's the forest god, a half-drunk satyr who spends his time chasing nymphs. But he can be a vicious bastard. The Mother of Spirits stands, her leaf dress reforming like magic around her perfect ass. "He wants our lands," she explains. "And he knows you're here, Eros. He wants your head to curry favor with Zeus."
The interface flickers again, and a new quest pops up:
[New Quest: Protect the Village and Seduce Pan's Lieutenant]
Objective: Repel Pan's attack and charm his lieutenant, Lyra, to weaken his forces.
Reward: Strengthened alliance with the dryads, +150 charisma points, enhanced skill.
Failure: Destruction of the village, loss of divine status.
"Fuck, this is serious," I mutter. The Mother of Spirits locks eyes with me. "If you want our loyalty, prove your worth. Protect my people, and I'll give you more than my body." Her tone's a challenge, and I feel my dick twitch. Easy, Kévin, not now.
We step out of the hut, and the village is in chaos. Dryads are running everywhere, some armed with vegetal bows, others murmuring spells that make the trees glow. The air stinks of tension, and I catch side glances. "The fallen god… he's gonna save us?" "It's Eros, he'll just try to fuck us." Nice welcome. Sylva leads me to a clearing where the dryads are prepping to defend their turf. And there she is: Lyra, Pan's lieutenant. A nymph with flaming red hair, curves that'd make a monk hard, and a tsundere vibe screaming "touch me and I'll cut your balls off." She's surrounded by satyrs, half-goat dudes with poorly hidden boners.
"You, the fallen!" Lyra spits, pointing a vegetal dagger at me. "Pan's coming, and he'll rip your dick off for Zeus!" Her voice is venomous, but her eyes linger too long on my chest. I feel my Seductive Aura hum. Alright, game on.
"You're cute when you're mad," I say, stepping forward. The dryads around me hold their breath. Lyra blushes but brandishes her dagger. "Shut your mouth, Eros. You're just a banished loser." Textbook tsundere, straight out of the game. I raise my hands, playing innocent. "Maybe, but I've got what it takes to change your mind." I activate Divine Touch, grazing her wrist as she steps closer to threaten me. A golden spark flares, and she stumbles back, cheeks burning, her breasts heaving under her thin tunic.
Before she can respond, a horn blares. Pan storms in, a giant satyr with a flute in hand and a crazed glint in his eyes. "Eros!" he roars. "You fucked with my territory, now I'm gonna bleed you dry!" His satyrs charge, and the dryads counter with arrows and spells. Chaos erupts, and I'm stuck in the middle, Lyra inches from stabbing me.
"Wait, sweetheart," I say, dodging her dagger. "Can't we talk?" I activate Mesmerizing Gaze, locking eyes with her. She wavers, her dagger trembling. "You're… you're an asshole," she stammers, but her body leans toward mine. I feel her hot breath, her lips a hair's breadth from mine. I could kiss her, but Pan charges, his flute now a club.
"Fuck, no time!" I growl, leaping aside. I raise my hand, summoning Erotic Strike, boosted from my last quest. A golden light explodes, hitting Pan square in the chest. He screams, staggers, but doesn't fall. The satyrs freeze, dazed by the wave of desire my attack unleashes. Lyra's rooted, eyes gleaming with confusion and arousal. "You're… too strong," she murmurs, then shakes her head. "No! I hate you!"
Pan charges again, but I see an opening. I lunge for Lyra, grabbing her waist, and kiss her, my tongue invading her mouth. She moans, her hands dropping the dagger to clutch me. Divine Touch pulses again, and I feel her melt against me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her pussy already wet through her tunic. "You're mine," I whisper against her lips, and she doesn't protest.
Pan roars, but the dryads, rallied, push him back with a wave of spells. I seize the chaos to drag Lyra behind a massive tree. "What are you doing?" she gasps, but I slide my hand under her tunic, caressing her thighs, then her soaked pussy. She moans, eyes rolling back. "Fuck… Eros…" I finger her, fast and precise, and she comes in seconds, collapsing against me.
Meanwhile, the dryads rout Pan. He flees, swearing to return with backup. The interface flickers:
[Quest Completed: Protect the Village and Seduce Pan's Lieutenant]
Reward: Strengthened alliance with the dryads, +150 charisma points, Erotic Strike enhanced.
Note: Lyra is under your charm, but Pan won't quit. Watch out for Ares; he's pulling the strings.
I look at Lyra, panting, her red hair slick with sweat. "You with me now?" I ask. She growls, tsundere to the end. "You're an asshole… but yeah." I chuckle, but a dryad interrupts. "Eros, the Mother wants to speak with you." I head back to the hut, where the Mother of Spirits waits, a satisfied smile on her face. "Well done, fallen. But Pan was just a pawn. Ares is behind this."
"Ares?" I growl. That bastard war god. "Yeah, he's gonna regret fucking with me."