Chapter 147: Mother of God

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Chapter 147: Mother of God Jadis looked around wildly, startled and confused. Only a millisecond before she had been resting her head in Eir’s lap while simultaneously cramming her cock into the lovely elf’s tight core while also sitting to the side watching the sexual ritual with her naked girlfriend Aila sitting in her lap. Now she was experiencing a bizarre lack of sensation. She could still see and hear and feel, but for some reason everything felt wanting, or lesser somehow. It took her a moment to figure it out, but eventually she realized the issue. She only had one body. Yes, that was the problem. Jadis was sitting on a comfortable seat in a pleasantly decorated living room, but that was all. Just the one of her experiencing the situation from a single body’s perspective. It had been so long since she’d had such a limited viewpoint on the world around her that Jadis felt exceedingly disoriented, almost to the point that she nearly missed the words that had come from the sole other occupant in the room. “Huh? What was that?” The man smiled at her words. Not that she could see his face, but she knew he was smiling. “That’s one! I said ‘Well hey there, little gal. It’s been a while.’ What’s your next question?” “D!” Jadis exclaimed, shocked that she could have forgotten the deity’s face—er, well, his presence. D’s face couldn’t be forgotten because he didn’t have a face. Or rather, he did have one, it was just that it was only a face. She knew he had one. She could see it. But just like the rest of him, all that came to her mind when she tried to focus on what it looked like was the concept of a man’s smiling face, with no details whatsoever. It was the same for the rest of him as well, and even the room they were occupying. D lacked specificity. He simply was. “Holy shit, it actually worked,” Jadis mused aloud, still orienting herself. “I don’t know why I doubted it, I just, I guess I didn’t expect to be back in your living room for this. Like, I figured you’d just speak through Eir or something—” Jadis cut herself off halfway though her rambling. D’s response to her question had finally penetrated her befuddled mind. “Hey! You can’t tell me you’re counting that as one of my three questions!” “That’s two! And yes, I am. That’s how the ritual works, you silly goose. Three questions are all you get.” “Stop that you fucker! That was a rhetorical question!” “Rhetorical questions are still questions,” D grinned in a sing-song voice that was decidedly masculine in an unidentifiable kind of way. He lounged back on his indescribable couch as he continued. “You’ve got one left, baby. Better make it count. Also, I’m not sure about the wisdom of calling your godly benefactor a ‘fucker’ to his face. We gods usually let a little blasphemy slide when you mortals are just putzing around on whatever mortal plane, but really. Right in my living room? For shame.” The smile on D’s face had become no less describable, yet Jadis could tell that it had become somehow less relaxed and more maniacal by the end of his admonition. Apparently, Jadis really did need a reminder that she was talking to a literal god. And not just any god, but the one who had plucked her soul from the cosmic soup of the void on an errant whim and given her a second life with as little effort. She had no doubt that if he wanted to, he could change his mind about her and set her adrift any time he liked. “Okay, yeah, sorry,” Jadis backpedaled. “You’re not a fucker. But seriously! Those two questions did not fucking count. Uh, with all due respect.” “They count if I say they count,” D said with the idle confidence of one who knew they were always right. “Next time, be more careful.” “Oh come on! Don’t be such a dic—I mean, seriously!” D laughed, wild and high-pitched, seemingly delighted by Jadis’ distress. As she watched her patron deity mockingly giggle at her stupid mistake, a voice Jadis had never heard before cut through D’s laughter. “Stop torturing the poor thing, dear,” an impossibly perfect woman’s voice said. “You’re being cruel for no reason.” Jadis’ jaw dropped as the enchanting voice was followed by the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen in her life. From a non-descript doorway behind where D sat, the unbelievable woman entered the room. Unlike D or his living room, this woman Jadis could see, though she still couldn’t describe her. Not because she lacked discernable detail, but because she was simply so beautiful, so elegant, so flawless in every aspect of her being that Jadis simply had no words that felt like they could do her justice, though she still tried to find them. Her waist-length wavy hair glowed with every color of the rainbow at the same time, shimmering to new and mesmerizing colors with each small movement. Her figure was so achingly gorgeous that Jadis had to force her eyes away from the mouth-watering cleavage and hips that were highlighted by a flowing golden gown. Her face was captivating, her eyes awe-inspiring, and her lips so enticing Jadis had to stop herself from unconsciously leaning towards them for a kiss. She was the perfect embodiment of beauty and even that statement felt paltry and unworthy of her. “Yes, mother,” D acknowledged the woman between stifled snickers. Those words were enough to kickstart Jadis’ brain into the realization of who had just entered the scene. D’s mother. The goddess of beauty, love, and art. Eir’s patron deity and the supposed mother of all Nephilim. Lyssandria. For now, she needed to ask just one more question that had the potential to affect her life in the moment, but not be the kind of question where she was just directly asking for the god to tell her what to do next. Besides, she had kind of already gotten an answer to that kind of guiding question. She was doing “fair” so far. That was no glowing review, but it wasn’t a condemnation, either. Whatever she was doing, she was doing something. A third question. She needed one more. Glancing towards the achingly attractive goddess again, Jadis decided on what it should be. “This ritual is supposed to be a way for me to ask you, D, three questions,” Jadis started her final question by stating what she thought to be obvious. “So, with no offense intended to the present party, why exactly is your mother here?” “Of course you would ask that,” D groused. “And here I expected you would just let her presence go unquestioned. Point to you, mother.” “Thank you dear,” she replied smoothly. “She seems like a nice, intelligent soul, though maybe her eyes are a little lecherous.” “Ha! You’ve been caught staring at mom’s boobs,” D laughed and pointed at Jadis, forcing her to splutter out a denial. “No I wasn’t—” “It’s fine, darling,” Lyssandria spoke over her in a reassuring tone. "You aren’t the first and you certainly won’t be the last.” Jadis shrunk down a little, hotly embarrassed as D continued to laugh at her in that high, unhinged way of his. She snatched up a few more sweets from the plate and stuffed one in her mouth to chew the delectable pseudo-confection furiously as she waited for D to answer her question. “She’s here because she wanted to see you in person,” D finally answered her, little giggles still bubbling up between words. “At least, as in person as we can be without breaking the rules. Get a feel for who you are, you know? Besides that, she wanted to pass along a little message.” With that, he languidly waved a hand towards his deific mother. With a level of grace Jadis didn’t think was humanly possible, and probably wasn’t, Lyssandria rose from the couch and rounded the coffee table to stand directly before Jadis. Standing so close, Jadis was even more overwhelmed by her abject beauty, her mind feeling dulled just from her presence alone. She leaned closer, her perfect, sculpted face taking up the entirety of Jadis’ vision. With a gentle smile, she spoke to Jadis, her sweetly spoken words filling her ears and leaving no room for anything else. “Though your birth was not of my making, you are my Child. Should you need my guidance, remember, your Mother is here for you. All you need to do is but ask.” As the goddess’s words thrummed through her, Jadis felt her existence in whatever strange reality D had brought her soul to fade, the goal of the ritual having been fulfilled. The sight of Lyssandria blurred and bled like a watercolor until the scintillating swirl of colors became too bright to look at. The sound of a man giggling madly to himself overtook all other sounds and Jadis’s consciousness became untethered as she slipped away. “And please,” Lyssandria’s distant voice called out to her, barely audible by then. “Tell my beloved cleric that I love her no less for her choice to accept Destarious’ offer. She is still my child too.” The last of the goddess’s words were drowned out, overwhelmed by the maddening cacophony of D’s amusement, his fit of laugher having become so raucous that it no longer resembled laughter at all but instead a great wall of sound that shook Jadis’ sense of being to its core, removing all sense of self and awareness until— “Did it work?” Jadis jumped, Aila’s question having surprised her. Comically, all three of Jadis jumped at the same time, which proved to be an awkward reaction while Syd still had her turgid cock buried deep inside Eir’s slick heat. The priestess let out a noise mixed between a yelp and a moan as she was bobbed around by Syd’s unintentional movements. Jay quickly grabbed hold of the elf as Syd froze, then went about extracting her self from her priestess lover. Dys, in the meanwhile, sat with Aila still in her lap, though the freckled redhead had turned halfway around to look Dys in the face. “Are you alright?” Aila asked, putting one hand on Dys’ cheek. “Huh? Ah, yes, yes, I’m fine,” Dys assured her girlfriend, giving her a quick kiss. “Just, that was, well. It was something.” “It worked?” Aila repeated her question from a moment before. “The flames surrounding you two flared then disappeared and then you just went quiet for a few seconds. I wasn’t sure if the ritual had somehow failed.” “No, it didn’t fail,” Jay said, holding onto an exhausted Eir who was smiling up at her with deep satisfaction. “And holy shit do I have some things to talk about with both of you.”

Chapter 147: Mother of God

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