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

5.35 - Priestess VI

Aria would have been outraged at her orgasm—and imminent breeding—being so suddenly interrupted, but the pulsing waves of pleasure hadn't been erased. Rather, they'd been ... frozen?

Repressed. Sustained. It wasn't quite the mind-erasing peak of what had been coming, but the initial waves of ecstasy lingered, pulsing and washing through her. Muted compared to the imminent peak, but still orgasmic, wracking Aria in pleasure that made it hard to think.

But not impossible to think. She basked in the waves of bliss, but could still—if barely—pull her thoughts together. Seeing how a goddess was smiling down at her, literally, with Aria still messily bent over an altar, it was a pressing enough situation to force Aria into coherence. Or something resembling it.

She staggered to her feet, knees wobbling both from being fucked so thoroughly and the active pulses of magically-sustained mini-orgasm.

Aria's eyes widened as she took in the holy visage of a goddess.

Aria didn't doubt the veracity of what she was seeing. Not just because they'd been explicitly seeking out Ephythithys, but because of the woman's presence itself. Both physical form and aura. Aria had thought Zoey was perfection, but Zoey was human perfection. Here was true divinity: inhuman perfection, a woman with a form that Aria's mind struggled to comprehend. A beauty that nearly stopped her heart.

Ephythithys wore a flimsy translucent gown, and snow-white wings were tucked behind her back. The details of her body were exposed beneath the nearly invisible clothing, and with a subdued orgasm pulsing consistently through her—no doubt Ephythithys's doing—Aria found herself distracted despite her circumstances. Her eyes lingered on divine curves, lurid fantasies invading her mind, impossible to fight away.

"Aria, is it?"

Aria jerked in surprise, and her eyes reluctantly tore away from the goddess's perfect body. For a moment, she stared dumbly at the woman. Then she finally digested who was speaking to her, and she spurred herself into action. She got down onto both knees and pressed her forehead into the floor.

"My Goddess," Aria stammered. "Ephythithys. Holy one. I'm—I'm not worthy to be blessed by your presence."

"Oh, please, none of that," Ephythithys said instantly, and with a dismissiveness that startled Aria. "Don't get me wrong, I love groveling and scraping, but only when whips and collars are involved. Not this. Please, get up."

It took a second for her to even comprehend Ephy's words—especially with a sustained half-orgasm pulsing through her, whose distraction really couldn't be ignored or understated—but when she did, Aria quickly stumbled to her feet. She would hardly disobey a command given by a literal goddess, her thoughts on propriety notwithstanding.

"Oh, and just Ephy is fine," the goddess tacked on.

"Y-Yes, Goddess." That explained Delta and Zoey's casual use of the nickname.

Heavens, but they'd spoken to her, then? All of this was real. Maybe were speaking to her, separate from Aria. Had they been pulled into their own vision? And was that what this even was? A vision?

Seeing Ephy gaze at her with an amused expression, Aria scrambled to offer her services—she probably should have done that immediately.

"What can I do for you, My Goddess?"

"Truthfully, you've done plenty, dear," Ephy said. "You helped that annoying disciple of mine commune with me."

There was confirmation, then. Zoey truly was a disciple of a goddess. Somehow, Aria wasn't surprised that her ridiculous theory had turned out correct.