This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

4.27 - Divine Meeting

So, Zoey had finally managed an audience with her patron goddess. Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for it. Could she ever be? Even holding eye contact with the divine being turned her thoughts sluggish. If she'd had an airtight battle plan for this meeting, even then she might have struggled through it.

Had she really turned down an opportunity to be pleasured by a goddess of sex?

Some of Zoey's questions were obvious, so she led with those. Hopefully as she talked, she'd organize herself.

"When we first met, you told me I couldn't tell anyone about this. You and me, and ... everything." She didn't remember the exact wording, to be honest. "But what if I wanted to? Tell someone?"

Ephy gave her a flat look. "You're supposed to be saving the world," she said, "and you finally luck into a meeting with me. But the first thing you ask is if you can tell your girlfriend the truth. You are gross, you know that?"

Embarrassingly, Zoey blushed. She hadn't expected to be chided by Ephy.

The goddess continued, "Romantics. You all are the worst." She waved her hand. "You took that warning too literally. It was a friendly suggestion. You haven't had many problems down in the Fractures, but it's a brutal labyrinth filled with brutal people, let me assure you. Babbling on about being chosen by a goddess, coming from another world, and shouting out your incredible, so easy to exploit abilities ... I didn't think you were an idiot, but it was a necessary warning." She rolled her eyes. "You can tell your girlfriend, if you want, even if I don't condone it, necessarily. I certainly wouldn't punish you. I wouldn't break the Compact for something so pointless. For that matter, there's little I can do, to either help or hurt."

That announcement came as a surprise. "You can't? Does that mean it wasn't you who ... ?"

Ephy quirked an eyebrow.

"Well," Zoey said. "I figured you'd been meddling. It feels like things have lined up too perfectly, too often."

"Such as?"

"Well," Zoey said. "My skill, to name the biggest. Growth? Where we get bonus experience for waiting between shards." It'd been given shortly after the dilemma with Rosalie wanting to push harder for advancement, giving them an excuse to slow down. It had smoothed over a rather unsolvable problem with almost divine timing. Zoey had been highly suspicious of it.

"That sounds useful," Ephy said. "No. My actions in Ezariel's world are limited. I picked your runes, and organized your first meeting with that delightful little pervert, but that was it."

"Delightful little pervert?" That was an interesting way to describe Rosalie, and Ephy smirked. Zoey supposed it was somewhat of an accurate description.

The reminder of their 'first meeting' also had Zoey's heart rate picking up. When she'd been introduced to Rosalie, it had been crammed together, naked, in the coffin of the first shard.

The forceful arrangement of that didn't sit perfectly with Zoey, but she had bigger things to concern herself with. "Ezariel?" Zoey asked. "Who's that? And you mentioned something about a Compact?"

"Heavenly politics," Ephy said. "I could speak of it, but it's mostly irrelevant. Ezariel in specific, with me having sent you to his world, is off limits. As I said, there's much I can't answer."

"Can't," Zoey said.

"Can't."

Huh. Not wouldn't.

"But I can tell them, then?" Zoey asked. "Whoever I want? About you? Earth, the danger they're in, whatever?"