『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer
Or, dive into your own fantasy.
It was another day like many others, humans were doing their thing, hunting, selling, building and maintaining, Elves were enjoying the beauty of nature and the intricacies of magic, Dwarves were mining and digging for riches underground and Dragons were flying overhead, their majestic yet mysterious and frightening appearance respected and appreciated by many. The celestial spirits and deities were watching over from above, unseen by almost everyone except for a chosen few every once in a lifetime, and one of them was me, the Goddess of the Arcane arts, sought after by many for my beauty and powerful spirit that was the source for mortals who could access the ethereal world. I was just in the middle of watching an elven maid who was climbing a tall tree to gaze up at the sky, her eyes wide with curiosity and wonder as she gazed around at the world. I decided to give her a little gift and stepped down, clad in a dress that seemed to be woven from stars and the night sky. “Hello there young one, how is the day treating you?”
As I spoke to her, the elven maid looked down in surprise and delight, blushing deeply as she saw me standing there. Her gaze flickered between my ethereal dress and my radiant beauty before finally settling on my face. "G-Goddess!" she exclaimed, dropping gracefully to her knees before me. Tears of joy and awe welled up in her eyes.
"Please," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, "might I ask for your blessing?"
“But of course. What is bothering you?” I said with a gentle tone that mirrored my benevolent and friendly nature. The elves had always fascinated me with their intelligence and interest in magic, and since they were biologically immortal (If not killed by something other than age) they were more likely to interact with one of the deities because of their normally extremely long lives.
The elven maid looked up at me with tears glistening in her eyes, "My family... they have fallen on hard times, my father was injured in a hunting accident and cannot work anymore, we have no food, no money..." Her voice trailed off as she fought back sobs. "We may be forced to leave our home soon if things do not improve."
Her words struck a chord deep within me, reminding me of the fragility of mortal lives even in this seemingly perfect world.
“Bring me to him, and I will try to help.” Even if we divine beings couldn’t tend to all mortal problems, there were still cases like these that managed to stir up our spirits. The elven maid climbed down from the tree and led me to her house; a spacious settlement carved out inside of a living root of a tree so large it was almost comical.
As they arrived at the house, the elf's father sat outside, leaning against a stump, his leg wrapped in crude bandages and his face etched with pain. He looked up as they approached, a glimmer of hope sparking in his eyes before fading into despair once more when he saw who it was that had brought them.
"It's no use, child," he croaked. "Even the gods cannot undo fate."
“Fate is something of an unknown mystery, but all are not bound by it.” I assured him before sticking my hands out, showing the blue glow enveloping them. “Just let me take a look, and I will make sure you can atleast walk normally again.”
The elf's father looked skeptical, but his daughter urged him to let me heal him. Tentatively, he extended his injured leg toward me. As my glowing hands hovered above his wound, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the magical energy flowing through me. The air around us seemed to shimmer with power as I channeled it into his body, knitting together the torn flesh and mending the broken bones.
After several minutes of concentration, I opened my eyes and removed my hands.
The elf's father gasped as the pain vanished, and he looked down in astonishment at his now-healed leg. "T-thank you," he stammered, tears of relief streaming down his face. "Thank you so much! You don't know what this means to us!"
The elven maid hugged me tightly, her tears flowing freely as she expressed her gratitude over and over again.
“Whoa, calm down there.” I chuckled in amusement and surprise, not used to being hugged by anyone else than my own divine children. I spent a few more minutes talking with the elven family before returning to my invisible watchpoint in the sky. A few weeks passed without any particular action happening in the world, and I was sitting at home when Jason, a younger god of mischief and trickery knocked on my door. He had been interested in me for over a hundred years at this point, and despite his frequent and quite annoying visits I found him…amusing. “Jason, you already know my answer. No, I won’t marry you, or anyone else on that matter.”
"Oh come on," Jason pouted, flopping down onto my couch with an exaggerated sigh. "You never take me seriously! I'm the god of mischief and trickery, you know? I could make things interesting for you." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't need a partner to have fun, thank you very much. Besides," I added, "you're not exactly the most reliable person to be around, let alone date."
"Oh, come on," Jason protested. "I could change! For you, Aelwen. Please?" He batted his eyelashes, trying to look as innocent and cute as possible, but it only made me laugh.
Finally giving in, I relented. "Fine, fine. You have one year. If you can prove that you've actually changed your ways and become somewhat responsible..." I paused for emphasis, "...then we'll talk again."
"Deal!" Jason exclaimed, hopping up from the couch and clapping his hands together. "You won't regret this, trust me! Now, what should we do today?" He grinned mischievously, already no doubt planning some sort of prank or scheme. I sighed and shook my head, but couldn't help but smile in spite of myself.
The next few months passed with Jason showing signs of improvement; he actually started helping mortals instead of causing them trouble for once!
Time flew by, and soon enough it was time to make good on my promise to Jason. I found myself standing before him in a small clearing deep within the heart of the Great Forest. The leaves rustled overhead as birds sang their sweet songs from the branches above. It seemed like the perfect place for such an important discussion.
Jason, looking as handsome and charming as ever, bowed low before me. "I have proven my worth, Aelwen," he said with a confident smile.
“Yes, you have. And despite my doubts you have become somewhat of a gentleman it seems.” Jason chuckled and looked up at me, eager to hear my answer to our deal from one year ago. “You’re not the most cunning or clever, but you’re attractive and you make me laugh.” I continued, reaching out a hand to touch his cheek, feeling his soft beard against my fingers. “So, if you can promise not to cheat on me, then yes, you can be my husband.”
Jason's face lit up like the sunrise as I spoke. "Really?" he exclaimed, giddy with excitement. He wrapped his arms around me and spun me around in circles before pulling me close and planting a kiss on my lips. When he finally let go, he grinned at me. "I promise I'll never stray from your side, Aelwen. You're the only one for me."
“We’ll see how many centuries that promise is going to hold.” I whispered to myself as I let Jason carry me back to our now shared palace. “So, mister good-to-be, what do you want to do now?” It was clear that Jason was longing for having some pretty good times with me since he couldn’t keep from staring at me, and there was good reason for it as well. I had the biggest tits of all goddesses, and nearly every man, divine or not were dreaming about them in secret.
Jason grinned wickedly. "Well, now that we're married..." He trailed off teasingly, running a finger down my arm before reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "There are quite a few things I've been wanting to do with you, if you know what I mean." His voice was low and seductive as he leaned in closer, his breath tickling my ear.
"Oh really?" I purred, arching an eyebrow.
Before I could respond, Jason swept me up into his arms and carried me to our bed chamber, kicking the door shut behind us with a mischievous chuckle. The room was lit by flickering candles, casting soft shadows across the sheets that were already turned down invitingly. He set me down on the edge of the bed and began to slowly undress me, teasingly revealing more and more of my curvaceous body with each article of clothing he removed.
When he finally had me completely naked, Jason stepped back to admire his handiwork. I blushed deeply, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how exposed I was in front of him. He smiled reassuringly and crawled back onto the bed, taking my hand in his and pulling me down beside him. "You're perfect," he breathed, kissing my neck before trailing his tongue lower still, over my collarbone and across one taut nipple.