On the Run
“Dang girl,” Shadada chuckled. “Of course I’m in. You think I’d stop being your sexiest bestest paladin just ‘cos you’re not a goddess anymore? Pah, have some faith!”
I giggled back at her, relieved.
Gorgeous curves of muscled and scarred elf lie on top of me, pinning me to her bed. We’d been making out, touching each, and engaging in friendly, totally non-romatic lesbianics since I butt-planted on her face out of nowhere. She’d been working out while wearing nothing but a black collar and thong, which was now soaked in her girlcum, arousal, and my spit. My own slave clothes were equally sticky.
“I am your sexiest bestest paladin, yeah?” Shadada asked slowly.
“Whah? Yeah, duh! I don’t have others, though... I do kinda need to gather more–”
She let out a hurt whimper, clutching her chest. “Cheat!”
I rolled my eyes. “–but not paladins necessarily. Just, having a bunch of apostles makes ascension a lot easier.
“Hahaha, joking, joking. My cute ass goddess can have other worshipers. She deserves them.”
I made a little embarrassed sound, suppressed a big smile, and failed to meet her eyes. Hers had turned golden since she’d become ‘mine’. Combined with her cool warrior aesthetics, ruffled black hair, tanned bod, and slightly deeper voice that gaze of hers did dangerous things to me.
“Alright, so, what do you need to re-ascend?”
“Well,” I paused to think for a bit, tongue between my lips as I focused. “Now, this is all kinda me spitballing since I don’t rule over the knowledge domain anymore, but... there was this dude back in my world who had I think magical apostles, a bunch of miracles, and also he gave his followers rules and whatnot. I think that’s a good starting point.” I dunno if you’ve heard of him, but I was of course talking about Jesus.
“‘Kay, doesn’t sound too impossible. Apostles, miracles, and a defined dogma.”
“Yeah, yeah! That’s the word,” I said, blushing a bit. “Heh, I’m a bit dumber without godly powers.”
“Ye, you are.” Shadada grinned, giving my butt a spank.
“Ahhn~”
“There, in the canal!” pointed one sitting on a floating sphere of metal.
“Aw crap!”
“Deep breath,” said Shadada and I inhaled.
She pulled us below the surface and into a pipe. I swam on my own, though Shadada never let go of my broken chain leash as she led us through watery darkness, navigating labyrinthine corners of slippery stone and metal-grated dead-ends.
Bubbles escaped my lips. My lungs began to ache.
A current began tugging at us, gently at first, but soon it swept us away. I tried to get Shadada’s attention. I needed air!
She gave me a thumbs up.
A pipe spat us out into the sea. I struggled towards the surface, until Shadada pulled me up against her.
I gasped, panting to catch my breath.
“That won’t buy us long. C’mon, swim fast.”
Shadada was already swimming towards a particular ship some distance away – a huuuge iron yacht with multiple decks built for opulence and luxury. Massive metal oars covered in arcane glyphs sprouted from its rear and a big pink flag fluttered atop it with a crest that screamed lesbian dommy mommy.
“Where are... ...we... ...going?” I asked between huffs as I tried to paddle after her.
“That’s the private yacht of a Hellonian archmage. There’s enough magic onboard to throw off your tracking brand. At least for a moment.”
“And they’ll... ...just let us... ...on board.”
Shadada favored me with a charming over the shoulder grin. “It’s a Hellonian archmage. They’re always open for new harem applicants.”