Action Pack 6: Sex-Crazed Love Goddess (And Daughter)

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story all belong to paetrasslave and may not be used in other
media without express permission. Why anyone would want to, she's
not sure.

This story is incredibly sexual in nature with many preferences
and depictions on display that will probably offend many people.
Anyone under 18 or possessed of an easily offended mindset should
leave now. For everyone else, that's probably all the reason you
need to stay.

Codes: Ff inc

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Synopsis: Jein meets her father, learns of her parents' hopes for
her, and discovers some of the unusual benefits of her heritage.

  "You know, it explains so much about me that my father's a
woman."
  The woman smiled, then came over with a sensual, confident
strut, to run her fingers through Jein's hair. "You're just as
beautiful as your mother. Same white hair and everything," she
smiled, a certain longing glint appearing in her eyes.
  Jein pulled away. "Look lady, I'm not talking to you until you
tell me where this is and why my sisters aren't here."
  "I'm happy to hear you ask that, but you don't need to worry.
Cathallis and Jasami are in Zenith, safe and sound. They won't
even notice you went missing during the trip."
  "And why not?" Jein asked dubiously.
  "Because time as you know it means very little in the home of
the gods," the woman explained, smiling mischievously.
  "Home of the gods, huh?" Jein said, now really unsure of what
to make of what was going on. "So which goddess are you?"
  The woman smiled and drew herself up to her full height, which
she was nearly at already, and the breeze picked up tossing her
misty pink hair dramatically. "I am Amoril, goddess of love. And
as I said, father to you and your sisters." As she spoke the air
was suddenly filled with a sweet scent, a bit like dried flowers.
Jein felt her edginess fading as the scent filled her nostrils.
  "Rest, my child. You've been through a lot in just your first
few days home. I'm not exactly Shile, but I doubt many of Akton's
heroes killed their first vampire before they even turned
sixteen."
  "He wasn't that smart," Jein muttered.
  Then Jein was in Amoril's arms, being carried toward the palace
and unable to move. Totally relaxed.
  Once they were past the inner walls Amoril carried Jein into a
vast room not terribly unlike the hall where she'd seen dozens of
vampires involved in all kinds of debauched activities. Except
the people in various states of extreme undress engaged in
debauched activities in full view all over the room appeared to
be alive, and the majority appeared to be female. Jein noticed a
lot of elves, a few women with gauzy fairy wings flitting about
above the rest, and two or three centaurs. Then a female form
covered in glistening silver caught Jein's eye, and she stared at
the sight of a feminine robot going down on a human girl. Past
several rows of nudists Jein could see a blue bob with yellow
spots pick up a laughing girl in a pseudopod and drop her into an
opening on its top portion with a splash. She was still laughing
and smiling as she floated around inside, pawing at its side.
  Amoril looked down at her. "You can take in the sights later,
sweetie. Daddy's been looking forward to some alone time with you
ever since you got back..."
  "You know, I'm starting to believe you're really my dad," Jein
muttered. "Or really my something."
  Amoril grinned but shook her head and carried Jein further into
the castle in silence. After ascending a flight of stairs they
were in an opulent bedroom, the kind in corny fantasy games.
There was a stone terrace overlooking the landscape and purple
everywhere. The carpet, the walls, the curtains on the
four-poster bed that looked big enough for six people. Which was
where Amoril was carrying her child.
  "So we're skipping straight to third base?"
  "Don't play modest with me, young lady," Amoril scolded
playfully. "Inside of an hour of my girls getting home they were
fucking each other. I know." She set Jein down on top of the bed
and popped the girl's belt open before it tossing across the
room. Then the goddess lifted Jein's arms above her head, and
slipped Jein's shirt up her torso, clicking her tongue in
disappointment at what she saw.
  "Plain white undies? Really? Someone after as much tail as
you?"
  "Hey, cut me some slack! I'm borrowing my shy sister's clothes
until we can get someplace where I can get my own. And who says
I'm after a lot of tail?"
  "She has naughtier underwear than that. You know it, I know
it.," Amoril said, ignoring the latter question as if she could
see right through it. "She's been waiting years to see you again,
and, wait a minute...I bet you're going through the plain stuff
to make her wear the showy stuff, aren't you?"
  Jein coughed. "Don't be stupid. I can't run around questing in
that lacy shit."
  "Yes you can, you just need to know a few tricks. Your mother
learned them after she started seeing me...," Amoril smirked and
teased a fingertip under Jein's chin.
  "Is she around here? Can I see her too?" Jein asked.
  Amoril sighed as she finished rolling Jein's shirt off and
shook her head. "That's not a story with a happy ending, I'm
afraid. It's probably about time you heard this, but Cathallis
was supposed to have filled you in already..."
  "She's not really that talky."
  "You could've asked," Amoril said. "You know she'll tell you
anything you want."
  "I got distracted," Jein said, the initial fuzziness of her
father's spell of relaxation fading enough for her to think about
her words. "They usually want to do something besides talk."
  Amoril chuckled. "Still, you could act like there's more to
this experience than cute naked girls. Not much, but there is.
Like cute naked boys."
  "Ack!!"
  Amoril laughed aloud, then her expression turned worried as she
realized Jein wasn't joking with her. "Sweetie, what's the
matter? Why does that disgust you so much?"
  "I don't know, maybe it's got something to do with growing up
as one? You do know about that, right?"
  The goddess stroked her chin and looked away. "This
is...unexpected," she muttered, "but interesting all the same."
  "What do you mean, dad?"
  Amoril smiled ever so slightly at the reference, and climbed
onto the bed as she started to undress Jein again. "Well, let me
start at the beginning. You see, many, many millions of years
ago, a group of gods got together to create their own universe,
and scanned other universes for the most interest elements to
combine in their own. Millions of creatures, environments and
elements were all introduced into this space the gods created,
and allowed to evolve with occasional small nudges from us."
  As the last garment was flung away warm, long-fingered hands
closed around Jein's breasts. This wasn't the malicious groping
Lucia'd subjected her to; it was a passionate, but teasing
squeeze. A soft moan floated up from Jein's lips, but the goddess
went on as if she didn't hear. "We were trying to create an
altogether more interesting universe than the ones we'd seen
while setting out to make our own. We chose races we thought
capable of great scientific achievements, or great achievements
with magic. Or great achievement in...other things. Of all forms
of life imaginable, from the humanoid races you've seen to
reptiles, to thinking plant life, to machines. We created a
number of worlds, but most of our efforts went into the largest
of the planets, the one called Akton."
  "As in `Action Pack'?" Jein asked, her voice reduced to a
ragged whisper.
  "A coincidence, I assure you. A convenient one, all the same,"
Amoril replied, ran her tongue over Jein's nipple as casually as
if licking a popsicle, then went on. "Probably because of the
attention we lavished on it because of its size, Akton evolved
into a world more varied than any I've ever seen once we stepped
back to let things take their course, but who can say? In any
case, it's even more varied than you've yet seen. So many things
are waiting for you..."
  "Dad?"
  "Yes, darling?"
  "You said that just now like you're expecting me to go out and
see it. And I've been hearing stuff like that from Cathallis too.
And you just said something about comparing me to `Akton's
heroes' when you talked about me killing my first vampire. Do you
have some kind of grand vision of me I should know about?" Jein
asked.
  "Yes, but one I'm sure you'll be willing to live up to after
what you've been doing the last few days," Amoril said as she
rolled Jein's breasts in opposing circular motions. A heated sigh
escaped Jein's mouth. Amoril straddled her waist and went on.
"After placing the first inhabitants on worlds most suited to
them, we stepped back to let things take their course. Well, most
of us did. There were a few who insisted on personally traveling
to Akton and lending their aid to their interests. They're...not
with us anymore."
  "Why?" Jein gasped, taking all of her willpower to ask a
one-word question in those circumstances.
  Amoril slowly slid her hips forward, grinding her mons against
Jein's belly as she answered. "Because of the disparity between a
mortal and a god, my dear. If gods intervene in mortal affairs on
a regular basis, doesn't that invalidate mortal action? Would
they even bother to act themselves anymore if their all-powerful
creators were around anymore to protect them from everything? To
accomplish things for them that can only be achieved through hard
work and dedication? Would some not see us as tyrants interfering
in the endeavors of mortals? Would we not be seen as murderers if
we ended up killing those sorts in defense of the faithful when
they rose up against us?"
  "I...guess so?" Jein replied, feeling just a little out of her
depth.
  "Which doesn't mean we aren't allowed to look after our
interests on the mortal sphere. Which is why I'm hoping you'll be
willing to hear me out."
  "Only if you keep doing what you're doing while you explain,
dad," Jein answered, sighing again and smiling gently.
  Amoril snickered and pinched Jein's nipples then pulled upward.
"Anyway, Akton's...not as friendly as it used to be. Power
mongers and their sort started springing up all over the place
about twenty years ago by your reckoning. Towns were being seized
up, entire populations being wiped out by fighting over territory
and resources. And over other, much more petty rationales. As I'm
sure I don't have to tell you, that's not the kind of world a
goddess of love looks down on with pride."
  Jein looked up at Amoril incredulously. "So what do you expect
me to do about it? Shack up with the whole planet or something?"
  Amoril snickered again. "You're welcome to try if that would
make you happy, but no. You see, while the gods aren't allowed to
directly influence the course of things too much--a little nudge
here and there, we can get away with--that doesn't mean we aren't
allowed to appoint champions.
  "So a few years ago, when it became clear that things weren't
going to improve by themselves, I crafted a mortal body for
myself and traveled to Akton. I had identified a... certain
warrior queen who was struggling against many of these
undesirable elements. She ruled over a collection of small
nations called the Free Territories. She called them that to show
her enemies that she'd never give them an inch, and was standing
for the rights of her people. She was magnificent. Brave,
selfless, formidable, beautiful..."
  "Angele Devyre," Jein supplied.
  Amoril frowned and twisted Jein's nipples suddenly. If she
hadn't been so relaxed from the goddess's spell, she would've
screamed. "Who's telling this story?" Amoril demanded, but
immediately her sour face and voice softened. "Yes, Angele
Devyre," she said with a soft, longing sigh.
  "Angele was incredible. Just the kind of person to create a
line of heroes. And...but that's getting off-track. I met her
after a battle and over several months worked my way into her
good graces. Was at her side during many trying times. We started
spending a lot of nights together, and a couple months after that
we were blessed with beautiful twin girls. As they say, that's
where you came in. A few years later, another followed. I think
you may have met her."
  The goddess had dragged her silky folds all the way up to
Jein's bustline and back by then. Her hips started to slide
forward again, this time leaving a glistening trail of moisture
on Jein's belly.
  "Angele was hoping for an heir, someone to carry on her ideal
to protect the Free Territories in case something should happen
to her. So, she beseeched the heavens to make one of her children
a Sword Daughter like herself, with the ability to learn forms of
battle quickly, and to enhance the loyalty of her followers. The
girl who inherited the Sword Daughter mantle also received a few
minor gifts from her father's heritage."
  Jein whimpered as she felt her father grind those divine folds
back and forth across her stomach in shorter sweeps than before.
She knew she should've been repulsed by the idea of this kind of
contact with a blood relation, somewhere deep in the back of her
mind. As soon as she'd even realized it was there it was silenced
by the goddess bending down and giving her a lingering kiss on
the lips.
  "Needless to say, something did happen," Amoril explained.
"Zenith was attacked a few years later by a massive force. We
made them pay dearly, but you and your sisters were sent to other
worlds to make sure you were safe until you were ready to take up
your mother's duty. You were the Sword Daughter, the most
tempting target, and so to keep you safe we took the most extreme
measures to hide you. Your mother and I were killed, but that was
only the death of my avatar and I returned here. Now, I hope I
can persuade you to pick up where your mother left off."
  "Can we talk about that later?" Jein moaned.
  "Why?" the goddess asked coyly. "What do you want to talk about
now?"
  "Fucking!" Jein gasped.
  The goddess tossed back her head and laughed. Long and loud,
but happy. "I'm amazed you made it this long."
  "Hey!"
  Amoril ignored her daughter's cry and rolled Jein onto her
side. She hoisted the girl's leg on to her shoulder and then with
one fluid motion straddled Jein's other leg and pressed her
crotch against Jein's. She squeaked at the feeling of her
father's cunt, softer and silkier than any of the women she'd
banged since coming home. Then, it started.
  Her father began a slow rhythm of pushing her hips forward,
letting her wet folds slurp up against Jein's, dragging them up
the slope of Jein's raised leg, then breaking the contact as
Amoril's hips rolled back. Jein was struck suddenly by the
absence of her father's touch between her legs, and anxiously
made up her mind to crawl backwards seeking it before the touch
of Amoril's flesh returned. She melted at once into the sheets,
letting out a sigh of relief. The feeling traveled up her groin
and then broke again.
  Jein pushed her head up and stared back at her father in alarm,
just as Amoril rolled her hips forward to touch again. The
goddess giggled at the expression of terror still frozen on
Jein's face.
  "What? Don't tell me I'm that good," the goddess grinned.
  "What's happening to me?" Jein moaned. "I've had sex with a
bunch of girls and I never started freaking out when they pulled
their vaginas away for a second."
  The goddess laughed softly and licked gently along Jein's shin.
"You're home, Jein. You're feeling the sensation of being with
someone who loves you, with no nervousness, or worries for the
future, or anything like that getting in the way."
  "But wh--"
  "Shhhh!" Amoril cut her off. Another rub of folds against folds
and the soothing sensation that came with it sent Jein tumbling
onto the bed in a tingling heap. "Learn to adapt. You're in bed
with a beautiful woman, silence your questions and enjoy it."
  That made so much sense to a teenager in bed with a hot older
woman it was kind of scary. Another sweep of her father's groin
across her own damp folds did indeed silence any questions or
objections she might have had.
  It was true, this wasn't like sex she'd had with any of the
women she'd met since coming to Akton. Maybe it was the hex of
relaxation she'd been placed under, or maybe it was because
Amoril was a primordial being with only one thing on her mind. It
didn't matter. Amoril was right; she was home, with someone who
loved her. Amoril was certainly nothing like what she'd learned
to associate with the word "father," but something forbidden,
something exciting, something beyond the norm even of the world
Jein had learned was her true home...
  She felt several warm trickles travel down her thigh and into
the sheets. There was a slurping sound that made Jein's body
quiver as Amoril's vulva rolled up to meet hers. She groaned.
Amoril giggled and licked her daughter's ankle. The feeling of
her father's tongue on her flesh pushed Jein over the edge, and
she fell completely limp, quivering a little from the tingling
wracking her body from her amorous situation.
  She was only aware of a sensation beyond the goddess's rubbing
a minute later when she felt her climax building, and then
released it with a cry.
  Jein heard Amoril giggle, then the bed sank a little as the
goddess laid behind her and cupped one of Jein's breasts. After
the warmth of a kiss was pressed against her cheek Jein heard her
father giggle and whisper, "That was kind of quick, sweetie, but
you're still a little new to this. You'll get better. But for
now, have a nice nap."
  So she did.

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  Dreams of being held down and fondled by seven Amorils at once
were interrupted by what sounded like a canon being fired at the
bedroom door. Jein almost jumped up, but was held down by the
goddess's arm wrapped tightly around her waist.
  "Mistress!" a chorus of voices, male and female, wailed as one.
"You've been in there all night!"
  "When will you play with us again??" a girl's voice moaned over
a chorus of similar complaints.
  "Quiet!" Amoril bellowed. "My daughter's here and you'll show
some respect!"
  "How about everybody starts by not yelling right in my ear?"
Jein croaked, pulling her fingers out of those ears.
  "Hear that?!" Amoril yelled. "Anyone who yells right in Jein's
ear has to answer to me!"
  For the first time in her life, Jein reached up and flicked a
goddess of love across the forehead.
  "Dad, make your friends go away. I'm still worn out from
yesterday. It is tomorrow, right? How hard did you get me with
that magic of yours anyway?"
  Amoril kissed her cheek. "It's been about the equivalent of one
night, yes. Time works different here, though, like I said," the
goddess whispered as she curled a lock of her daughter's ivory
hair around one finger.
  "MISTRESS!!" a chorus of desperate girls called from outside
the door. Amoril purred and stroked her half-awake daughter's
cheek as if she didn't hear them.
  "Aren't you going to go do something with your fans?" Jein
asked sleepily. She couldn't imagine how even someone right next
to her could've heard her over another wail through the door.
  Amoril's warm hand closed around Jein's left butt cheek and
gave it a squeeze. "I guess you didn't hear me even though I was
yelling in your ear," she whispered teasingly. "My daughter's
here for a visit. Let them learn how to live without me for a
while. Certainly she's had to."
  "I've only been doing it for like a week."
  For the first time in her life, Jein was flicked across the
forehead by a love goddess. "Shhh! Don't ruin the experience,
you."
  "Dad, seriously, I--"
  "And that's the problem," Amoril cut her off, and curled both
arms around Jein's midriff.
  "Jein," Amoril started patiently, "I get the feeling you're
going to try to live up to your mother and my hopes for you. But
if you're going to do that, you have to learn what merits a
serious mindset and what you can face with a laugh. Trust me on
this. It's made immortality so much more tolerable."
  "MISTRESS!!!!!"
  "Dad, make them shut up!" Jein moaned.
  Amoril threw back her head and laughed a musical laugh before
she snapped her fingers. Heavy footfalls came tromping down the
hall, and a second later the wails of Amoril's playmates faded
into the distance. Jein sighed contentedly and snuggled back down
into the soft mattress of her father's bed.
  "Whatever that was won't hurt `em, right?" Jein asked, keeping
her eyes shut.
  "The bouncers know better. Anyway, that was adorable what you
just did," Amoril smiled and stroked her daughter's cheek.
  "What? You mean called you dad?"
  "Uh-huh. You're cute when you let your guard down." The
goddess's arms rose up Jein's torso, and Jein gasped as Amoril
gently started kneading her breasts up and down. "An inch or two
on your height, and after you put on a little more muscle, you'd
look just like your mother."
  "Getting a little turned on by the thought, are we?"
  "Oh yes," Amoril purred, banishing all doubts. "You're so much
like your mother already."
  "Oh yeah? Did she like doing it on her side, too?"
  "Every night, sometimes in the morning too. Of course, I was
built a little differently back then..."
  Jein's body and mind seized up as her father said that so
casually, and as hard as she was trying not to she imagined
herself as Jake again, lying on his side as a pink-haired man
leaned in...
  "Gaaaah!" Jein yelped and rolled out of bed, landing on the
floor with a thump. She clutched at her chest as it heaved from
the panicked breaths she was letting out.
  "Jein?? What's wrong?!" Amoril cried and leaped off the bed to
kneel by her daughter's side in alarm. Pressing her large, warm
breasts against Jein's side helped to slow the girl's breathing.
  "Sorry, I just...lost it for a second when you talked about
being a guy. Whenever I think about being with a guy, I just
think about having my old body back. And...ick."
  "Interesting...," Amoril said distantly. "I'd been wondering
why you were so eager to be with other girls, and that might be
the reason why."
  Jein looked up at her father in confusion. "What reason?"
  "Well, I'm ashamed to admit neither of us saw this coming, but
I think growing up as a boy may have corrupted your sexual
preferences."
  "You didn't see it coming?? Am I supposed to believe that
coming from a goddess?" Jein said, disbelief evident.
  "I can't believe you're talking that way to your father! Go to
your room!"
  "I don't have a room anymore!"
  The goddess laughed her musical laugh again and grabbed Jein in
a hug around the shoulders. Her nipples met point-to-point with
Jein's, and the teen let out a heated gasp. "Well said, honey,"
Amoril purred.
  The image of guy-on-guy faded quickly from Jein's mind as she
slipped her own arms around Amoril and pushed herself back
against her father's soft body. Her breathing slowed, but as she
rubbed flesh against flesh she realized her heart was speeding
up.
  "Anyway, Jein," Amoril whispered, "Do you have any idea what
it's like being a primordial being of unfathomable powers and
thinking? I don't want you to think I love you any less because
of it, but I doubt it. Even we can't know everything that's going
to happen. Why would we have bothered to breathe life into an
entirely new universe if we knew how each life, every decision
would play out?"
  Jein panted a little and didn't answer.
  "It's a lot less like being omnipotent and a lot more like
playing one of those simulation games you had back on Earth,
sweetie," Amoril went on. "We can get things started, and there
are ways we can influence things to an extent, but mortals have
minds of their own. Unless we take that away and do all their
thinking for them, even gods can't be expected to know what might
result from every decision. Even the kinds gods make themselves.
  "And anyway, this little development with your sexual
preferences might play nicely into something else I think you
might've inherited from me."
  "Inherited what from you?"
  The goddess helped Jein to her feet, conspicuously never
breaking the contact between their skin, and smiled down at her
daughter. "How about some breakfast before we do anymore talking?
I know I'm always famished after some lovemaking."
  Probably wanting to avoid her groupies, Amoril took Jein to a
private chamber on the upper floor of the palace set out with a
moderately-sized banquet table, seating maybe about twelve people
at full occupation. The goddess rang a little bell hanging in an
alcove in the wall, and after a minute a procession of
servants--naked like their mistress--carried in serving trays and
laid them out on the table. Biscuits, fruit, warm bread, honey,
pitchers of what looked like milk and orange juice.
  Not surprisingly, Jein's eyes were on the nude servants as they
skipped out of the room. "Is anybody in your little entourage
ever dressed, dad?"
  "For certain special activities, yes," Amoril answered as he
poured herself a glass of milk.
  "You gonna unpack that one for me?"
  "Tell you what, eat up and I'll show you."

-----

  It'd had been longer than she'd thought since Jein had actually
eaten, what with how she'd hardly touched the ice-cold leftovers
of the elven banquet in lieu of focusing her attention on her
tent's other occupant. She scarfed down a couple biscuits and,
under her father's watchful eye, some of the exotic alien fruit.
Despite the annoying feeling that parents were the same even if
they were supernatural beings of incomprehensible power, Jein
savored the rich taste. She really did feel like she was about to
set off on a rousing quest, as her father seemed to be hoping.
  Not much conversation passed between them over breakfast.
Though Jein tried to strike up a conversation or get a few more
answers out of her father, the goddess's mind seemed elsewhere
throughout the meal. Although where her mind was, wasn't hard to
guess. Her dazzling azure eyes stayed fixed to Jein's chest until
they'd both finished with breakfast, resulting in Amoril ending
up with a good deal of her breakfast on her cheeks. As they got
up a servant seemed to appear from nowhere, daub the goddess's
face clean with a cloth and then scampered away again.
  But while feeling her father's gaze on her nude body was a bit
embarrassing, Jein was indeed finding it easier to admit to
herself it was a feeling that excited her too. More than
exciting, truth to tell, it was something Jein was getting
comfortable with. Amoril was the most beautiful woman she'd ever
seen, and made love to her in a way that had, Jein was pretty
sure, blown her mind. Quite an achievement with everything else
that had been crawling in her head over the past several days.
  "Dad?" Jein said.
  "Yes, my love?" Amoril asked patiently.
  "You know, Cath calls me that too."
  A smile played across Amoril's face. "I know."
  "I think it's really hot that you're my dad. And that we
screwed anyway," Jein said.
  "Yeah, it is, isn't it?" Amoril said breathily. "We'll have to
do it again sometime, see if it gets any hotter."
  Jein looked up at her father hopefully, and Amoril smiled a
little. "Later, Jein. I promised I'd explain what I said before,
remember?"
  "Yeah, I remember," Jein grumbled and slumped into her chair,
but Amoril grabbed her wrist and yanked Jein to her feet, bare
breasts bobbing.
  "No slouching! That's no way to show off what you've got! Now
let's go!"
  They lurched out of the dining room and down a spiral staircase
back to the main floor. Through a hallway ahead Jein could make
out (a strange choice of words, she'd later think) the main hall
where the massive orgy she'd seen the day before was still
apparently going on. Jein was hustled into a room off the
hallway, though, where a number of young women were sitting
around a table. Mostly human, but there was an elf, two dwarves
and a centaur as well. And they were dressed. Tunics, pants,
colored robes on some. The centaur had on the smock and headpiece
of a nurse fetish costume.
  And each was holding a fan of playing cards. Not weird fantasy
cards, regular 52-to a pack, hearts clubs diamonds and spades
cards.
  "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me," Jein groaned.
  "Whaaat?" Amoril asked innocently, but her face quickly screwed
into a grin.
  "This is what you have people dress up for?" Jein said, waving
her hand at the room. The players were looking up at them, mostly
grinning.
  "Strip poker, dad? I don't know why I'm surprised."
  "Me either," Amoril replied and shoved Jein into the arms of a
group of waiting serving girls who'd assembled behind her. They
hoisted Jein off the floor and almost before she knew what was
happening, were dressing her, then shoving her into the room with
the poker game. Jein turned around but Amoril was already gone.
Probably to entertain the groupies she'd dismissed before
breakfast.
  "Nice outfit," the centaur chuckled. Jein arched an eyebrow and
glanced down to see she was wearing a dark purple kimono with a
red obi, even tabi on her feet. A card landed facedown in front
of her, and  then one in front of the player to her left. "You
ever play this before, cutie?" the centaur asked.
  Jein picked up her hand, fanning the cards in front of herself
and nervously looking up at the smiling faces of her opponents.
"Not really."
  "Well then, here's the rules..."

--------

  Two bras landed on Jein's head at once.
  "Not really, huh?"
  "I'm as surprised as you guys," Jein protested even as the
mountain of clothing the other players had lost reached to her
knees. One of the dwarves, totally nude by then, like the rest of
Jein's opponents, threw down her cards in disgust and stalked
out. Jein leaned back and watched her the whole way. The other
players filed out to join the goings on in the main hall.
  The centaur, however, came over and ran her fingers through
Jein's ivory hair. She purred, and didn't notice what the centaur
was doing with her other hand.
  "Hmmmm, empty. Imagine that," the centaur purred, and looked
down at the table.
  "Huh?" Jein looked down as well and saw the centaur had rolled
the sleeve of her kimono up to the elbow, and did the same to the
other sleeve as she watched. "Wait, you think I cheated?"
  "You destroyed an entire table in four hands," the centaur
smiled.
  "Is that really fast?"
  "I don't know. I haven't been here that long. But it's the
shortest game I ever saw."
  Jein scratched her head. "I swear I was never any good at poker
before. I never played for clothes before, though."
  A thoughtful expression formed on the centaur's face. "You're
the mistress's daughter, right?"
  "Yeah, at least that's what she says."
  "Maybe that's it."
  "Huh?"
  The centaur's fingers danced through Jein's hair again. "Like I
said, I've only been here a little while, but I hear she
completely wipes people out at this game. And a couple others.
Every single time.
  "But that's the thing. If we play for money or objects, not
clothes or sexual favors, the mistress, well, sucks. Even though
she'll pound my ass if she hears I said that about her."
  "It is a nice ass. For, well...never mind. Anyway, I wouldn't
mind pounding that," Jein sat back, aghast at what she'd just
said about an equine posterior. The centaur grinned at her
expression.
  "What's the matter? You never been with a horse girl before?
Let me tell you, you'll never look at someone with two legs the
same again."
  "Uh, thanks," Jein said, rising from her seat and taking a step
back. "I think I better go talk to my dad about when I'm going
back."
  "Oh, you're not going anywhere, little one," the centaur said.
"The goddess never brings anyone here to entertain them for just
one night. Doesn't want to seem like a poor hostess, you know.
Not the goddess of love. Besides, I hardly think you're the only
one eager for her attention out there."
  "But she can't just be planning to keep me here," Jein offered
up. "She talked about wanting me to be some kind of champion of
love and righteousness or some crap back on Akton."
  "Well, I haven't known the goddess to lie to her followers, she
gets them easily enough without having to. But, if Amoril did
bring you here for a reason, she'll probably send you back once
she's fulfilled it. Sounds like telling you that wasn't it,
though."
  "I guess not," Jein said and sighed. "But I'm getting worried
about my sisters. I know dad said time here doesn't mean the same
thing as time there, and last night was great and everything,
but...still."
  The centaur cupped Jein's chin and pulled her face up to look
her in the eyes. "Relax. You're in the home of the goddess of
love, remember?"
  "You know, I kind of thought that was what all the naked chicks
meant, but I wasn't sure," Jein replied.
  "Heh. Anyway, this is a place of love, human. For everyone,
from everyone. While you're hear, your troubles don't exist.
That's the main thing they told me when I got picked to spend my
eternity here," the centaur explained.
  "So what else do you guys do here?"
  "Maybe you'd like to see the pool?" the centaur suggested with
a smile.
  "A pool? Wish I'd brought my suit."
  "We'll find you one, if you really think you need it."
  "By the way," Jein spoke up. "I didn't get your name. I'm
Jein."
  "It's Heidi," her companion replied with a smile
  "Heidi," Jein repeated with a nod. "That's an oddly appropriate
name for a centaur."

-------

  After Jein did indeed insist on trading in her outfit for a
pink bikini with white polka dots from a little booth that handed
them out at the back of the palace, they opened a pair of thick
double doors to the rear yard. A huge swath of manicured grass
stretched out for almost half a mile until it reached a stone
wall, but one Jein could barely see because of the row of
elaborate topiary animals standing in front of it. There were two
facing lions standing on one leg at the center of the display,
then swans, then griffins. Then some kind of creature Jein had
never seen, even in all the games of Action Pack. It looked
roughly like a hairless human woman, except there were a pair of
antennae reaching up from her forehead, another row of breasts,
another arm on each side of her torso and a set of eyes taking up
her midriff.
  Then a volleyball sailed out of nowhere and bounced off Jein's
breasts. She might have even been winded otherwise.
  "Hey! New girl!" a human girl called. "Can you toss me that?"
Jein looked over toward where the girl stood, and saw the pool
Heidi had mentioned to her. Although in truth, it looked more
like a miniature beach. There was a large patch of white sand,
large enough to have a row of sunbathers on one side (which it
did), and a pair of side-by-side volleyball courts on the other.
Standing there were a group of expectant-looking girls--three
humans and an elf--in scanty bathing suits. Past all that was a
small, sapphire-blue lake filled with frolicking bathers.
  "Hey!" the girl called again. "That's our ball! Could we have
it back?!"
  "Or...," suggested one of her teammates, a bit more gently.
"You could come play with us. Tith's getting bored."
  Jein looked up at Heidi to see what she thought, but the
centaur was no longer beside her. Heidi was wading into the
water, which had already swallowed her up to the waist. "You go
have fun, Jein. I've been dying for a little dip," she called
with a wave.
  "Are you playing, or not?!"
  Jein looked down at the ball in her hands. There she was in the
palace of a woman claiming not only to be a goddess, but her
father. Surrounded by naked or mostly naked girls of one species
or another she found reasonably attractive. She was meant to be
some kind of hero of an oppressed country, like her mother had
been. To say nothing of how she was supposed to be looking out
for the welfare of two siblings who knew more about this strange,
fantastic world than she did. It was a little overwhelming, to
say the least.
  For that matter, she was a girl herself after years of thinking
otherwise. She'd slept with both her sisters more than once, her
father, and now she was standing on a beach volleyball court in a
bikini. And admiring the way she looked in it.
  This was either her most elaborate wet dream ever, or maybe it
really was happening. She supposed she'd know for sure when she
met Shana again.
  If she met Shana again.
  Then she was jogging over to the court as another of the human
girls stepped off and had a seat by the edge of the water to
watch. "Who's serve?" Jein asked.
  "Ours," the indignant girl replied. Jein lofted it over the net
to her.
  Now, Jein had never played poker, let alone strip poker, in her
life. That was only slightly less true for volleyball. So when
she dashed over to where the ball was coming down and smacked it
back across the net without having to think once about what she
was doing, then did it again, just as instinctively, when the
indignant girl jumped and spiked the ball back. It arced over the
net, past the heads of Jein's surprised opponents and thumped
down into the sand just at the boundary line of the court.
  It kept up when an outside influence seemed to take over Jein's
body and she served the ball in an expert arc she never managed
in gym class. It was all her opponents could do to rush over to
the corner where it was coming down and smack it back up.
  Jein's teammate desperately jumped in front of the net and
blocked the return volley just in time. Her spike was quick and
awkward, though, and their opponents had no trouble returning it
over the far side of the net.
  Again, the spirit of some veteran baller seemed to take over
Jein's body and she darted over to the net and smashed the ball
down into the sand without even thinking about what she was
doing.
  And so it went. For another ten minutes Jein felt as if she was
on the outside looking in at her new self as she ran, bumped and
set like she'd been doing it for years. She felt her lungs
heaving and her breasts bobbing from her exertions, to say
nothing of her nipples rubbing against the inside of her top with
every one of her vigorous movements. But her legs bent and
crouched, her arms reached out to block or return the ball with
no input from her brain at all. Eventually the girls playing
against her stomped off the court and back into the goddess's
palace in a huff.
  Jein's teammate, on the other hand, looked up at her with an
expression of amazement. "That was unbelievable!"
  "Would you believe I hardly ever played before? Especially not
with this body. Wonder if this is what it feels like for video
game characters..."
  The girl furrowed her brow at Jein. "Video games?"
  "Oh yeah...do you guys even have those here?"
  "A lot up on the second floor. Or that's what I hear. I like
playing outside," she smiled over.
  "You know, that could be taken a couple different ways," Jein
pointed out. The girl giggled, and shot Jein a wink. Then her
hands had flown to Jein's top and yanked it up. She barely had a
chance to gasp before the other girl had pinched her nipples with
a nastily amused grin on her face.
  Then Heidi heaved herself out of the pool and galloped over to
them, and nudged the girl away from Jein. "I saw her first,
Mora," the centaur glowered.
  Mora glowered right back. "And you ditched her to go swimming."
  "I'm not exactly built for volleyball."
  "Hey!" Jein snapped and brushed Mora's hands away before
rolling her top back into place. "They're MY boobs, I ought to
get at least a partial say in who plays with them."
  A hand closed gently around her shoulder and she looked up to
see Heidi smiling down at her. "Well, Jein, as long as you're
waiting for your dad, maybe you'd like to see the rest of the
place...? Where the other gods live?"
  "Huh? Would they let us in?"
  "No, but I can promise the best scenic view you've ever seen,"
Heidi said, patting her equine posterior. Jein looked at her
uncertainly.
  "Ride on your back? That seems kind of...impolite."
  The centaur fixed her with a bemused stare. "Why? Don't your
people ride horses?"
  "Well, yeah, but the horses don't talk. Or make you aroused. At
least, not most people. Not many who admit it."
  Heidi laughed and waved Jein closer again. "It's my offer, so
it's all right. Do you want to see it?"
  "You know what, yeah," Jein replied. "Probably not gonna get a
chance to see the home of the gods again."
  "Not until you're dead, and let's hope that isn't for a while,"
Heidi smiled. Jein walked over and tried to heave herself onto
the centaur's back, only to slide off again. Heidi joined her
hands on one side for Jein to rest her foot on as she climbed
astride the centaur, who then galloped to the far side of the
yard and jumped over the hedges between the strange topiary
animals.
  Jein had to slip her arms around Heidi's waist and hold on
tight so as not to be bounced off as they galloped up the grassy
slope behind Amoril's home. They reached the summit after only a
minute and Heidi indicated the strange world around them with a
sweep of her arm.
  The sight did indeed take Jein's breath away, something she'd
thought was only a cheesy literary device cooked up by
melodramatic authors. The land laid out below them was divided
into sections like an enormous pie. Off to their right was a dark
stone fortress with high walls and giant ballistas mounted on the
parapets. Flying from the central tower was a flag with the image
of a fiery battleaxe.
  Next to it, between that fortress and another of pink marble
and golden onion domes, was a wide stretch of forest, with blue
and red leaves on the trees. Occasionally a pair of
brightly-colored birds would fly up from the tree line to land
somewhere else.
  Arrayed out in a circle beyond the area where they stood were
other fantastic landscapes divided into nice rectangular plots
lined out in circles around the round center point, with another
ring of larger plots beyond it. Jein thought she could just
barely make out another ring past the second,
  The contents of each plot was drastically different from any
other in view. One was a miniature ocean covered in water of
shifting colors, with the tops of stone towers peaking through
the surface here and there. Another was a steep mountain, which
was so while already the snow collecting at the top made it
almost painful to look at. An Asian-style palace, made up of a
large building surrounded by several smaller ones and covered in
red with gold lacquer. with burnished gold dragon statues on the
rooftops. Another of the wedges was a stretch of sand with a
giant silver ball floating above it.
  There was another forest, but made of twisted, barren trees,
with a black stone dome rising out of them at the far edge. In
another section there was nothing but banks of clouds, and small
points of light flitting between them. Yet another was a stretch
of blasted ground, with a huge crack running up the middle, with
the occasional lick of flame issuing up from it.
  At the center of the chaos was a round area like a huge
greenbelt, which happened to be where they were standing. It
descended to a low, unremarkable white stone box of a building.
  "Let me guess, that place with the trees must be where...what's
her name, Kimara lives," Jein pointed toward the forest. "The one
the elves worship."
  "It wouldn't surprise me if they did," Heidi said. "Yes, that's
where Kimara lives. Patron of nature, wild animals, all that kind
of crap."
  "All that kind of crap?"
  Heidi shrugged. "I said the view was impressive, I didn't say
the other gods were. Maybe you noticed I worship a different
goddess than the one who lives under a tree. I went out into the
world spreading your father's message, not hiding in the woods
keeping to myself. Even if you learn all kinds of tricks to do
that, what's to be proud of if it isn't something you share?"
  "Can we skip the lecture? I'm trying to enjoy this dream," Jein
sighed. "Who lives in the fort with the big axe?"
  "Shile. Patron of soldiers, gladiators, knights, people who
like weapons."
  "And what about the pink one on the other side of the forest?"
  "Oh, that's Avarine's--" Heidi started to say, then stopped.
Jein looked over to follow the centaur's gaze, and tensed as she
saw it herself. Two people with eagle-like heads, thick brown
wings under their arms and feathers covering their bodies were
standing on the battlements of Shile's fortress, staring back at
the two of them.
  "Jein, I think we better--" Before she could finish her
sentences, the bird-men had launched themselves over the side of
the wall and were banking toward them.
  As they got closer, Jein saw each was carrying a short but
dangerous-looking metal spear. Heidi grabbed Jein's arm and was
turning to run back when one of the bird-men came down and
hovered in front of them, the other taking up position behind.
  "Well, well, Torv," the first one squawked. "Looks like we've
got a few of the goddess's girls who've left the safety of her
walls."
  "What the hell?" Jein asked. "That sounds lot like a threat."
  "Smart too, eh R'nt?" the other bird-man sniggered. "I call
dibs on that one."
  "Not a chance, Torv!" R'nt squawk-laughed and floated closer to
Jein and reached out for one breast. She dodged back and slammed
the point of her elbow into his vulnerable-looking wrist. He
screeched and flew back out of her reach, leveling his spear at
her.
  "You'll be sorry for that when I get you inside," R'nt said.
Heidi moved between them and reared up menacingly, but Torv
landed on her back and rammed the shaft of his spear against her
neck, choking her.
  "Looks like you two've got some fight," Torv laughed. "I miss
that."
  "You know, you aren't the only guy say something like that to
me lately," Jein grunted. She backstepped as R'nt came closer
with his spear. "You're a little better-looking, though."
  "Don't ruin it for me," R'nt snapped. "I haven't gotten to
break a girl who actually tried to resist in so long."
  "She's the--goddess's daughter!" Heidi gurgled
  Torv snorted in derision, somehow. "So?"
  "So what do you *gerk* think will happen to you when she finds
out you're the ones who *ulch* violated her child?"
  "If she can even peel herself away slaves long enough to
notice, you two were on unaccorded ground," Torv sniggered.
"Besides, we serve the master of all warriors. Am I supposed to
be afraid of the goddess of erotic technique?"
  "I--" Heidi gasped. Torv pulled his spear tighter. Jein jumped
at him but R'nt smacked her side with his spear and sent her
tumbling into the grass. She hauled herself into a crouch, just
in time for R'nt to stab at her with his weapon again.
  "C'mere, let me give you some other new bruises," he growled,
and if it was possible a sadistic grin was starting to form on
his beak.
  "I--" Heidi gasped again, angrier this time. She grabbed Torv's
spear and shoved it away from her throat, ducking forward to
throw him off her back. "I AM NOT A SLAVE!!"
  R'nt charged Jein with his spear before Heidi had a chance to
come after him, but she leaned back just in the nick of time and
his weapon missed her flesh.
  The tip did, however, snag Jein's bikini top and ripped it away
as R'nt flew past, spilling her round, heaving breasts into the
air. She gasped and immediately her cheeks and ears were bright
red, but was distracted by how vulnerable the space between
R'nt's wings looked and elbowed him there as hard as she could.
He landed in the grass with a thump and his spear rolled out of
his hand.
  He didn't go after it. In a second he flew back up and grabbed
Jein's wrists. "I'm gonna love putting you in chains," he
snarled.
  Jein brought her knee up suddenly and R'nt squeezed his legs
together protectively. She'd been expecting him to expect that,
and caught him in the gut instead. He was harder there than the
jock she'd tried it on that time back on Earth, but not as hard
as Shana that other time she'd tried it back on Earth. He hacked
in his throat and his grip weakened enough for Jein to pull free.
  On the other side of the hill, Heidi lashed out with her front
hooves and knocked Torv from the air and gestured furiously for
Jein climb back on. The girl did, cupping her heaving breasts to
get them under control, and didn't have time to notice the
burning blush on Heidi's cheeks. As soon as she was on Heidi's
back again the centaur took off down the hill as fast as she
could, and Jein had to spare an arm to hold onto Heidi's waist.
She launched herself over the perimeter wall of Amoril's estate.
  The goddess was waiting for them as soon as Heidi landed, and
looking none too pleased. Her arms were folded beneath her
breasts, and a very parental look of disapproval was on her face.
  "And just where in the seven hells have you been?" she
demanded. "Don't bother trying to make up excuses, I already
saw."
  "How--" Heidi gasped, but the goddess scowled and she shut up.
  "You think I'm not keeping an eye on my DAUGHTER while she's
here? What do you have to say for yourselves?"
  "It's my fault, mistress," Heidi said immediately. "I took Jein
up to see the entire country. I was hoping to earn favor with
her."
  "Hey, I said yes," Jein protested.
  "Quiet!" Amoril yelled, and the ground trembled. "Heidi, you
were warned about my leaving my lands when you got here, just
like everyone else! As for you, Jein...," Amoril sighed as she
inspected the sizable bruise forming on Jein's side. She smiled
wanly then. "I guess going out and being adventurous is exactly
what I'm asking you to do, isn't it?"
  "I think I might've heard something about that, dad."
  The goddess smiled a little more easily after that. "Dad.
Mmmmm. Well, let's go in and get that looked at. As for you,
Heidi, I'll have someone come around to paddle some sense into
you."
  Heidi blushed. "Oh no, not that..."
  "Something else, then," Amoril said, and Heidi cursed under her
breath. As Amoril led her daughter inside, she managed a more
relaxed smile. "By the way, you passed."
  "Passed what?"
  "You relaxed and started enjoying yourself in a strange place.
You even went sightseeing. Remember how I said it doesn't pay to
be serious every minute of every day? You got down to business
when it counted, though. I think you'll do fine."
  Jein nodded. "Thanks. But what about those bird guys? Why did
they attack us?"
  Her father sighed. "Probably because Shile hasn't let them get
their rocks off lately. And they were on territory that doesn't
belong to me, so I wouldn't have any authority to step in. The
area at the center of the country belongs to Materyss, mother of
the divine race."
  "That white box building?" Jein asked. Her father nodded.
  "Technically she's in charge around here, but she refuses to
get involved when we have problems with each other. So it ends up
being neutral territory. Sometimes things like what happened to
you happen there, because they think she won't bother herself
with their little dealings. Anyway, here we are."
  Amoril opened a door into a white room dominated by two rows of
beds with dazzlingly white linen sheets and blankets. At the
moment they were empty, but a feminine-looking robot sat at a
desk and looked up as they entered. Jein was a little ashamed of
herself for noticing the definition on the robot's robotic lady
bumps.
  "Oh, mistress! This is unexpected...is everything all right?"
the receptionist asked in a voice with a slight tinny echo.
  "I think so, but I'd like to make sure. Don't get up, I'll see
for myself," the goddess replied. She plopped Jein down on one of
the beds and produced a jar of yellow ointment from nowhere, then
dabbed her fingers in and started rubbing it onto Jein's bruised
side.
  "It's cold!" she protested.
  "Give it a minute," Amoril countered. Jein folded her arms
under her breasts as she humored her father, and a second later
the coldness as well as the stinging from being smacked by R'nt's
spear were gone. She glanced over her shoulder and even the blue
blotch on her skin had faded quite a bit. Not completely, but
mostly.
  The goddess's fingers danced over where the wound had been.
"See? All better." Jein squeaked and jerked away from her
father's fingers. "What? What's wrong?"
  Her cheeks burned but Jein looked away. "Nothing."
  "You're ticklish."
  "I am not," Jein said, looking away.
  "Don't try to fib your father," Amoril said sternly, then
tickled up Jein's sides. She squealed and tried to slip away
again, but Amoril was quicker and wrapped her arms around her
daughter's midriff. "Angele was ticklish too," she said,
distantly. "Right...here."
  "Yeek!"
  While Jein tried to squirm free, Amoril tugged her trunks down
and lightly teased divine fingertips up against Jein's sex. At
once, Jein stopped struggling and her eyelids sank halfway.
  "You'd rather we do this together, right?" Amoril whispered
huskily. Her daughter nodded slowly, and she smiled. "Cup your
boobs, sweetie. Tease them."
  "Okay, dad."
  Amoril's fingertips slid across Jein's folds back to front,
back to front, slowly coaxing them open and switching their path
to the pink flesh slowly becoming visible if one were to look.
  The room started to blur as Jein cupped her breasts as her
father instructed and pressed down on her nipples while rolling
the soft flesh between her fingers. As it did a strange sensation
it took Jein a few minutes to place came over her. Of safety, she
guessed. Of warmth. Of being home. Amoril had been right the last
time. She let go of a long moan she didn't even know she'd been
holding. She started to quicken the rolling of her breasts, and
her eyelids sank.
  Her father's fingers stroked harder at her folds, which were
dripping onto the bed by then. Amoril pressed two fingers
together and then gently pressed them upward into Jein's sex.
Jein started to gasp, but the sound died in her throat. Her
father blew into her ear and giggled softly.
  "So willing," the goddess whispered. Jein nudged her father
with her heel.
  "No talking, more fucking," Jein grunted. Her father smiled.
  "And knows just what she wants."
  "Dad, you're starting to lose your rhythm."
  Amoril laughed. "Sorry, sweetie." She pressed her joined
fingers into Jein again, eliciting a heated moan from the girl.
Jein leaned back against her father, and quivered involuntarily
as she felt the goddess's breasts mash against her back.
  Certainly this was a strange world she found herself in. Elves,
dwarves, vampires, and now a goddess...she'd fucked them all. As
Amoril cupped her chin and pulled Jein into a kiss, a tiny voice
of common sense warned her to take this act more seriously. What
if she really was in the domicile of a deity, not just having the
most elaborate wet dream of her life?
  The soft breasts in her hands felt real enough. They always
felt like she'd imagined, anyway, and like she briefly remembered
from that time she'd accidentally copped a feel on Shana before
being punched through the wall. Well, almost.
  The same for the pair pressed against her back, and the lips
against her own. Jein slipped her tongue out of her mouth, and
Amoril touched the tip of her own tongue against her daughter's.
Both opened their eyes, looked at each other and snickered before
Amoril suddenly pressed two fingers on her other hand into Jein's
like a makeshift phallus sex as well. Her eye widened in surprise
and Amoril giggled again at the look on her child's face.
  "Grind harder, Jein."
  Her body shook, and Jein squeezed harder at her chest before
beginning to push her breasts together, roll them apart, and back
together again. She squeezed her fingers down on her nipples, and
then looked up to see the robot staring at them with her soft
yellow eyes, chin cupped in her metal hands.
  "Dad, she's staring...," Jein whispered even as Amoril's
fingers jabbed into sex from two points at once again.
  "Then we'd better give her a good show," Amoril said, and
stirred her fingers inside her daughter. Jein whimpered, shook,
but her hands rolled her breasts together again without any input
from her brain. Suddenly she was aware of a warm, dribbling
sensation over her fingers, and looked down to see milk leaking
from her nipples.
  "What the crap...?!" she gasped in surprise, but was distracted
by Amoril stirring her paired fingers inside Jein with quickening
strokes. The feeling of the sloshing against her wet walls as her
father plumbed her sex was incredible. Every few seconds Amoril
would press her fingers in as far as she could, and
"accidentally" bump Jein clit with her thumbs in the same motion.
Thrust, bump. Thrust, bump. Thrust, bump. Her technique was
exquisite. It seemed to come so naturally.
  "How can something that's...so wrong...feel so good," Jein
gurgled, her eyes glassy. She was only vaguely aware of the
downward flowing sensation in her body, but she cried out sharply
as she came, soaking her father's fingers.
  "Dad?" Jein croaked as she laid, legs splayed in Amoril's lap.
"Can you teach me how to do that?"
  "Sure honey, as soon as I get tired of being on top," Amoril
kissed her daughter on the cheek.
  "When's that gonna happen?" Jein asked groggily.
  "Hasn't yet," Amoril replied with another kiss.
  The goddess's chuckle mixed with their robotic observer's.

--------

  After Jein had recovered from her finger-fucking, Amoril took
her back upstairs to the private dining room where they shared a
naked supper of succulent meats, thick soupy with a satisfying
meaty taste, and, as at breakfast, a generous helping of fruit
under her father's gaze.
  As sunlight spilled into the room and Jein woke up in her
father's arms, she couldn't seem to recall what happened after
that, but didn't fail to notice her groin was even more sore than
after their session the afternoon before.
  She spent another hour in bed before Amoril awoke, but not
entirely by choice. The goddess's embrace was stronger than Jein,
and Amoril only mumbled in her sleep and tightened her arms when
Jein tried to squirm free. After a few tries, Jein accepted her
fate and licked lightly at her father's breast as she waited. The
goddess purred in her sleep at the teasing.
  When she finally did wake up, though, Amoril quickly excused
herself, leaving Jein to take breakfast by herself. The unclothed
maidens who delivered her food had smiles friendly enough to make
her think they would've been happy to provide company, but with
her many strange adventures seemingly hitting the strangest thing
that could happen with a visit to the home of the gods, Jein had
reached her limit for excitement for the time being.
  So, she spent the rest of the morning wandering around Amoril's
apartments, looking over the balcony at the rear yard she and
Heidi had escaped from the other day. The image in her mind she
still retained, of the all the portions of land carved out and
remade to the exact desires of the divine being who lived there,
creeped back as well. It was one thing to be confronted by one
primordial being of inconceivable power, and if she was willing
to believe she had--and the fading black mark on her side seemed
a good reason to consider that possibility--then she was in a
world that would make any high school philosopher she'd ever met
crap themselves and curl into a ball. Or maybe unleash a flood of
probing questions that might well get them reduced to a greasy
stain on the marble floor.
  Good thing she wasn't much of a philosopher.
  But that didn't mean she wasn't thinking about the
ramifications of all this being real. If Amoril had told her the
truth then what she'd heard from Ilindora, and for that matter
her twin sister, it meant she really was expected to be some kind
of hero on a world she didn't even remember. Fighting for people
who weren't her own, against people whose deeds she knew nothing
about.
  To say nothing about relying on abilities she barely
understood. What did being a Sword Daughter even mean? What would
happen when she was threatened by something that wasn't a
mindless beast or at least a hormone-addled one? How well could
she handle a sword? Or a gun? She'd been told Akton was a place
blended together from tons of different sources. What might she
be asked to fight that didn't come from a fantasy novel?
  On the other hand, if things up to then were any indication, it
probably meant meeting more hot girls, too.
  And doing dirty, dirty things to them.
  "Jein?"
  She jumped, skidded on the floor and grabbed the railing to
steady herself. Blushing furiously, she looked up to see her
father standing over her. "Sorry," the goddess apologized. "You
looked distracted, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that."
  "Except you're a mischievous goddess, and you couldn't help
yourself. Is it something like that?"
  "Hmph!" Amoril turned up her nose and said with what sounded
like mock indignation. "That's gratitude for you." She thrust out
her arms at Jein, and suddenly was holding the clothes Jein had
worn when she'd arrived on metal hangers. Just like with the
ointment, Jein just seemed to have blinked and then they were
there. They'd been cleaned and pressed, and with a sudden
reluctance, Jein took them and put them on.
  "Dad, if you're not too mad, would you mind if I asked where
you went this morning?"
  "To brush up on current events before you go back, so I can
give you a little parting advice. It's so hard to keep an eye on
every single thing mortals are getting up to," Amoril said, then
noticed the disappointed look on her daughter's face. "Oh,
sweetie--"
  "Dad, do I really have to go back? Already? I mean, I'm just
starting to get used to my real father, and...All this is even
starting to make sense."
  Amoril placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders and looked
her straight in the eye. "Jein, it means so much to me to have
you up here with me, but you'll go soft if you stay here too
long."
  "What are you talking about?" Jein protested. "I don't have an
edge to lose. That was dumb luck I won those other fights."
  "Don't sass back at your father," Amoril huffed, but
immediately softened. "Jein, your mother and I can't be there for
our family anymore. It's up to you to take care of your sisters
and do all the other things Angele was trying to accomplish when
she died. Besides, you don't want to just get girls, right? You
want to earn them. Isn't that how gamers think?"
  "Kind of."
  The goddess nodded. "Besides, what about your sisters? You're
the oldest, and I know you feel responsible for them. You're not
about to leave them at the mercies of fate, are you? Their hot,
juicy vaginas untended?"
  "Could you not say that out loud quite so casually, dad?." For
all her embarrassment, Jein was thinking about the feeling of her
sisters' smooth skin up against hers. The thought heated her
cheeks. And her crotch.
  Amoril smiled, her eyes shining. She pursed her lips and leaned
in, but surprised Jein by planting a long, lingering and
strangely tingling kiss on the right side of Jein's neck instead
of on her lips. Although after a minute, she pulled back and
kissed Jein hard on the lips, too. Deeper, more passionately than
the girl had ever been kissed. Jein started to feel light-headed,
and then opened her eyes to see Amoril was starting to turn
transparent, and the room around them was fading into a white
blur. After a second, everything was a white blur.
  A few last notes of the goddess's voice hung in the air, but
Jein had to strain her ears to understand them.
  "Find Paetra Laqure. She was your mother's aide, and she can
get you started. Oh! And Kanny Brynn! I mean, Kaneska! Tell her I
say hi!" The goddess's giggle faded into the distance.
  "Wait! What about mom?! Why isn't she there??" Jein called out,
her concentration returning enough for her to seize the first
question she'd been meaning to ask. It was no good. Her father
was gone.
  Then there was a blare of noise and she was standing on a busy
street corner, with her slightly dazed-looking sisters standing
on either side of her. Around them were people hurrying back and
forth past them. Low, boxy buildings were set back from the
sidewalk on either side of the street, and over them were
glittering skyscrapers of red, black, and gray.
  She almost thought they were on Earth until she noticed most of
the cars were passing them two feet off the ground. 
