[A/N: Heads up... this chapter contains sexual content. Read at your own discretion.]
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Kiemora's lips crashed against mine.
There was no hesitation, no gentle buildup. One moment her hands were cupping my face, the next her mouth was on mine with desperate hunger. Her lips were impossibly soft, warm, and she tasted like something sweet and intoxicating that I could not identify. Her tongue pushed past my lips, exploring, claiming, taking what she needed without asking permission.
'Oh god, oh god, this is happening, a goddess is kissing me, what do I do, what do I—'
My hands hung uselessly at my sides, the katana nearly slipping from my grip. My entire body had frozen in shock. This was not how I imagined my first kiss would go. Actually, I had stopped imagining my first kiss would ever happen at all, and now here I was, lips locked with a divine being who was moaning into my mouth like she was starving and I was the only food in existence.
Her body pressed against mine, all those impossible curves molding to me. I could feel every inch of her, the softness of her massive breasts crushing against my chest, the heat radiating through the thin fabric of her outfit. Her hands slid from my face to my neck, to my shoulders, gripping me like she was afraid I might disappear.
She kissed like she was trying to devour me, to consume me entirely. Her breathing was ragged between kisses, little gasps and whimpers escaping her throat. The wetness between her legs had spread even further, and I could feel the dampness where our bodies met.
'This is too much, this is way too much, I don't know what to do, I've never—'
I pulled back, breaking the kiss. It took actual effort, like pulling away from a magnet. Kiemora made a sound of protest, a desperate whine, and tried to follow my lips with hers.
"Wait," I managed, my voice coming out rougher than I expected. "Wait, please."
Her eyes opened, still glazed with desire, pupils blown so wide the amber was barely visible. "Why?" she breathed, her hands still gripping my shoulders. "Don't stop. I need... Arthur, I need you so badly."
"I've never..." I swallowed hard, feeling heat rise to my face. "This is my first time. I've never done this before. Any of this."
'Way to kill the mood, Arthur. Tell the sex goddess you're a virgin. That'll definitely make this less awkward.'
But instead of pulling away or looking disappointed, Kiemora's expression softened. Her lips curved into a smile that was somehow both tender and predatory, affectionate and hungry all at once. It was irresistible, devastating in its beauty.
"Your first?" she murmured, one hand coming up to cup my cheek again. Her thumb traced along my lower lip. "For everything?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
Her smile widened, and she bit her lower lip in a way that sent heat straight through me. "Then don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything. I'll make you feel things you didn't even know existed. Just relax and let me have you."
Before I could respond, she snapped her fingers.
The white void rippled like water disturbed by a stone. Color bled into existence, shapes forming from nothing. Walls materialized around us, not stark white but a soft cream. A floor appeared beneath our feet, covered in plush carpet. Furniture emerged from the air itself, a massive bed dominating the center of the space with sheets that looked like they were woven from clouds.
Soft light filled the room from no visible source, warm and gentle. The air itself seemed to thicken, becoming charged with something that made my skin tingle. Scents drifted through the space, exotic flowers and something else, something that went straight to a primal part of my brain.
'She just created a room. From nothing. Because she wants to... because we're going to...'
Kiemora's hands went to my chest, pushing gently but firmly. I stumbled backward, my legs hitting the edge of the bed. She pushed again and I fell, landing on sheets that felt like silk and air and comfort beyond anything I had ever experienced.
She stood before me, backlit by the soft light, looking like every fantasy and dream compressed into one impossible form. Her silver and platinum hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her flushed face. Her chest heaved with each breath, those massive breasts straining against the black fabric that clung to her curves. The wet spot between her thighs had become undeniable, dark and obvious.
"Let me show you everything," she whispered, climbing onto the bed with a grace that should not be possible for someone moving so urgently. "Every single thing."
She straddled me, her weight settling on my hips. Even through my clothes and hers, I could feel the heat of her pussy, the wetness soaking through. She ground down against my already hard dick and gasped, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Fuck," she breathed. "I can feel how hard you are. You want this too, don't you?"
'This is real. This is actually real. I'm about to lose my virginity to a goddess. This morning I was taking notes on supply curves and now—'
Her hands went to the red diamond at her throat. With a gesture that seemed almost ritualistic, she touched it, and her outfit began to dissolve. Not rip or tear or come off in pieces, but dissolve, the black fabric turning to motes of light that faded into nothing.
And then she was bare before me.
'Oh my god.'
Her body was perfection. Not just attractive or beautiful, but perfect in a way that transcended mortal beauty. Her breasts were huge and full, defying gravity, topped with pink nipples that were already hard. Her waist was impossibly narrow before flaring into wide hips. Her skin was flawless, pale cream without a single mark or blemish. And between her legs, her pussy was already glistening, wetness coating her inner thighs, her lips swollen and pink.
"Your turn," she said, her voice thick with need. Her hands went to my clothes, and unlike her divine removal, she simply tore them. Fabric ripped like paper in her grip, my shirt shredding, my pants following. She was not gentle, not careful, just desperate to remove the barriers between us.
Within seconds I was as bare as she was, my dick standing hard and obvious between us. The way she looked at it made me feel like I was the divine one. Her eyes widened slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"Beautiful," she murmured, reaching down to wrap her hand around it. Her touch was warm, soft, perfect. She stroked slowly, experimentally, and I gasped at the sensation. "So hard for me already. I did this to you. My presence, my body, made you like this."
She leaned down, her lips finding my neck. She kissed and sucked, her tongue tracing patterns on my skin. Her hand continued its slow stroking, building pleasure with each movement. Her other hand explored my chest, my sides, my arms. Every touch sent electricity through me, heightened by my enhanced senses to the point where it was almost overwhelming.
'Too much sensation, too much feeling, I can feel everything, every point of contact, every breath, every—'
She moved lower, her lips trailing down my chest, my stomach. Her hair cascaded over my skin like silk. When she reached my hips, she released my dick and looked up at me through her lashes, her amber eyes glowing with hunger.
"I want to taste you," she said simply. "I need to."
And then her mouth was on my dick and I stopped thinking entirely.
The sensation was indescribable. Her mouth was hot, wet, perfect. She took me deep, her tongue doing things that should be impossible, her lips creating suction that made my hips buck involuntarily. She hummed around me, the vibration adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure.
I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me. The fabric tore under my enhanced strength, shredding like paper. I did not care. Could not care. There was only the sensation, the pleasure, the impossible feeling of a goddess sucking my dick like I was the divine one.
Her hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as she worked. She took her time, alternating between fast and slow, deep and shallow, building something inside me that felt like it might actually kill me. Drool dripped from her lips, mixing with the wetness, making obscene sounds that filled the room.
'Can't breathe, can't think, too much, it's too much, I'm going to—'
She pulled back right as I reached the edge. Her lips were swollen, wet, curved in a wicked smile. "Not yet. Not until I get what I really want."
She crawled back up my body, positioning herself above me. I could see her pussy now, pink and swollen and dripping. She was so wet it was running down her thighs. She positioned my dick at her entrance, rubbing the head against her lips, coating it in her wetness.
"Ready?" she asked, though it was clear she was not really asking.
She sank down.
The sensation of my dick sliding into her pussy was beyond anything I could have imagined. Hot, tight, wet, gripping me like a vice. She took me in completely in one smooth motion, her head falling back, a moan escaping her throat that sounded almost musical.
"Yes," she gasped, her hands on my chest for balance. "Yes, Arthur, your dick feels so good inside me."
She began to move. Slow at first, rising up until just the tip remained inside, then sinking back down. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through my entire body, amplified by my enhanced senses to an almost unbearable degree. I could feel every ridge, every pulse, every contraction of her pussy around my dick.
Then she started moving faster. Her hips rolled with expert precision, finding angles that made both of us gasp. Her huge breasts bounced with each movement, hypnotic and perfect. Sweat began to bead on her skin, making her glow in the soft light.
"Touch me," she commanded breathlessly. "Touch my tits. Please."
My hands, which had been gripping the destroyed sheets, moved to her body. I touched her hips first, feeling them move under my palms. Then higher, to her waist, her ribs. Finally, I cupped her breasts, and the sound she made was pure ecstasy. They were heavy in my hands, soft and full, and when I squeezed her nipples between my fingers she cried out.
"Yes, just like that," she panted, moving faster now, harder. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, wet and obscene and perfect. Her pussy made squelching sounds each time she took me deep, so wet that it was running down my balls. "Your dick is stretching me so good. I need this. I need you. I can't stop."
Her movements became erratic, desperate. She was chasing something, building toward something, and she was taking me with her. The pressure inside me was building again, stronger than before, overwhelming. My balls tightened, my dick throbbing inside her.
"I'm getting close," she gasped, her eyes meeting mine. They were glowing brighter now, almost blinding. "Are you close? Tell me you're close."
I could only nod, unable to form words. Everything was sensation, pleasure, heat, the tight grip of her pussy on my dick. My enhanced body meant I could feel everything, every tiny movement, every pulse, every shift.
"Together then," she said, and leaned down to kiss me. Her lips crashed against mine as her movements reached a crescendo, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my dick. "Come inside me. Fill me up. Now."
Everything exploded.
The pleasure crashed through me in waves, each one stronger than the last. My dick pulsed inside her, pumping cum deep into her pussy. My body arched involuntarily, my hands gripping her hips hard enough that I might have left bruises if she were not divine.
Kiemora cried out against my lips, her pussy clamping down on my dick like a vice, milking every drop. Her whole body shuddered, trembled, as her own orgasm took her. Light burst from her skin, actual light, filling the room with radiance that matched the pleasure coursing through both of us.
She collapsed onto my chest, both of us gasping for breath. Her heart hammered against mine, fast and strong despite her divine nature. My dick was still inside her, her pussy still twitching around it, our combined fluids leaking out around the seal.
For a long moment, we just lay there, connected, coming down from the impossible high.
Finally, she lifted her head, looking at me with eyes that carried something deeper than just desire. Something softer. Something that looked almost like love.
"That was incredible," she breathed, laughing softly. "I've never felt anything like that. You've completely ruined me, Arthur. I'm yours now. Completely and utterly yours."
She shifted, and my dick slipped free from her pussy. Cum immediately began leaking out, running down onto the sheets. She made a small sound of protest but settled beside me, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. Her fingers traced idle patterns on my skin.
"I can't let you go," she said after a moment of silence. "I know I should send you to the world like the others, but I can't. The thought of being away from you for even a second makes me want to scream."
I felt her tense slightly, as if preparing for rejection.
"Let me be your seventh gift," she said, her voice carrying vulnerability. "I'll be your companion, your guide, your protector. I'll go wherever you go, help you however I can. I'll use all my power for you. Just... don't leave me behind. I won't survive it. I need you, Arthur. Not just your dick, not just your body. I need you."
'My seventh gift. A goddess wants to be my seventh gift. She wants to follow me, stay with me, because the charm made her need me so badly she can't function without me.'
I should have felt guilty. Should have felt bad that my unlimited charm attribute had essentially brainwashed a divine being into obsession. But looking at her, feeling her warmth against me, remembering how she had made me feel...
"Okay," I said softly. "Yes. Come with me."
Her head snapped up, eyes wide with hope and relief. "Really? You want me?"
"I want you."
She smiled, brilliant and beautiful, and kissed me again. This kiss was different from the desperate ones before. Softer, gentler, carrying gratitude and joy.
A chime sounded in my mind, and the blue screen appeared.
[SEVENTH GIFT ACQUIRED: DIVINE COMPANION - KIEMORA]
[GODDESS OF ALL INTENT HAS BONDED TO YOU]
[BOND TYPE: ETERNAL AND UNBREAKABLE]
[SHE WILL FOLLOW YOU ANYWHERE]
[SHE WILL FIGHT FOR YOU]
[SHE WILL DIE FOR YOU]
[HER POWER IS YOUR POWER]
[HER KNOWLEDGE IS YOUR KNOWLEDGE]
[WARNING: BOND CANNOT BE SEVERED]
[WARNING: HER EXISTENCE IS NOW TIED TO YOURS]
[CONGRATULATIONS: ALL SEVEN GIFTS ACQUIRED]
Kiemora gasped softly, her hand going to her chest. "I can feel it. The bond. You're part of me now. I can sense you, feel you, even beyond the physical. We're connected, Arthur. Truly connected."
She settled back against me, content and happy.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to process everything.
'This morning I woke up in my dorm room,' I thought, my hand absently stroking Kiemora's hair. 'I went to class. I sat in my usual seat. I took notes on economic theory while thinking about how invisible and boring my life was. I wished for something extraordinary to happen.'
I looked down at the goddess draped across my chest, her silver hair spilling over my skin.
'I got seven supernatural gifts. I lost my virginity to a divine being who rode my dick until we both came. I bonded a goddess to me as an eternal companion. And somewhere out there is a world full of monsters that I'm apparently supposed to save.'
The katana, Celestial Edge, lay on the floor where I had dropped it. It gleamed softly, patient and waiting.
My body felt different now, stronger and more aware than ever before. I could feel the mana channels inside me, ready to be used. I could sense Kiemora's presence not just physically but through the bond, her emotions bleeding into mine. Contentment. Satisfaction. Possessive affection.
'This is my life now. I'm not invisible anymore. I'm not the background character. I have power. I have purpose.'
I looked at Kiemora again. She had fallen asleep, or whatever the divine equivalent was, her expression peaceful and happy.
'I have someone who needs me. Who wants me. Who can't survive without me.'
The unlimited charm attribute had done this. Had taken a goddess who had existed for eons without desire and reduced her to desperate need in moments.
'If it can do this to a goddess, what will it do to everyone else? Every woman I meet will feel this same pull, this same hunger. I'll never know if someone actually likes me or if it's just the charm.'
But even as the thoughts formed, I realized I did not care as much as I should. Maybe that was wrong. Maybe that made me a bad person. But for twenty years I had been invisible, unwanted, alone. And now I was seen. Now I was wanted. Now I had a goddess sleeping on my chest who would follow me anywhere.
'Careful what you wish for,' I thought. 'I wanted something extraordinary. I wanted to matter. I wanted to be noticed.'
Mission accomplished.
And this was only the beginning.