Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

4-The Goddess and the Devoted

   <That's better,> it told him. It backed up a bit and crossed its arms across its torso, lacking any nipples or belly button. <Are you all right, mortal?> it asked.

   He blinked twice. His ears had not heard a voice, but his brain swore it did. It sounded feminine. "I, suppose so?"

   He heard small laugh, and then more of her voice. <Are you prepared, my sacrifice?> The neon bands of light on her body slowed down and became mostly yellow.

   He looked at her a bit confused. He was certain he would be killed if he said yes, but he didn't like jumping to conclusions. "Prepared for, for what?"

   <Prepared to usher in my son and father, prepared to begin a new body for the high priest to the eldest gods.>

   Well that didn't sound to bad. "Oh, um, sure?"

   <Excellent,> she decreed. She snaked back to him and bent down, grabbing his pants zipper. Her advance surprised him, and he jumped back a bit to escape. Her hand was still on his zipper.

   "Whoah, whoah, lady, what do you think your doing?" He pushed himself backwards and promptly crossed his legs as hard as he could.

   <I have already told you,> the neon bands started to turn blue as she continued. <We must create a body for my eldest son and only father, and then->

   "Wait, wait, hang on, he's your kid, and your dad?" He was disgusted, but also slightly confused. "How does that work?"

   <His body has long perished, but that is not dead which can eternally lie, and his soul still lives on in the hearts and minds of mortal creatures. We shall create a new body for him to pour his consciousness into.> With that, she started to softly palm him through his clothes, the blue neon rings in her skin starting to turn magenta as they moved about in a slow, sultry fashion.

   He looked down at her hand. When he had jumped back earlier she had been holding his pants zipper, and the jump had caused her to unzipp them. "And, and you want me, us, to, to make this body. . . *ahem* the old fashioned way?"

   <I must have a genetic sample of someone from this mortal world in order to create a body in it. I can interact with this world, but I am made of an entirely different kind of matter.> She reached forward with two of the tentacles on her lower body and slowly pulled down his pants while two other tentacles softly, but strongly, pulled apart his legs.

   He squirmed a little, he had no control over this situation. He was here, in nothing but his underclothes, with his hands tied behind his back, in front of a flat-chested tentacled elder-goddess who could kill him in an instant. This was the last place he wanted to be, so why was he so hard?

   "Can't you just use the genes from an amoeba, or something?" he protested.

   She continued rubbing his hardness as she chuckled, her smile still visible despite her mouth hidden behind tentacles. <It's more fun this way, and I think your little friend here agrees.>

   She stopped palming him, and grabbed the bottom of his boxers' legs. <May I?>

   He wasn't sure he wanted her to, but he also wasn't sure he didn't want her to. After all, when was the next time he would get a chance to do this. She did look really sexy too, in a weird way.

   He decided to speak coolly and calmly, and to accept the offer in a way that seemed almost casual. He wanted to be seductive, and he knew that confidence was always hot, so long as it didn't became arrogance. So, time to speak confidently.