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Fertile Valley chapters 4-5

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4 Welcome to Your Destiny

I took a step back in surprise at the sight of a beautiful flesh and blood woman standing in front of me, accidentally breaking free from her embrace and falling off the pedestal onto the ground. I landed on my ass, much to the amusement of Apple the Harvest Fairy—and yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. But I had no choice anymore. Either this was real, or I was so fucking baked off my mind that it might as well be treated as real.

The Harvest Goddess looked down at me with a matronly smile, her stacked chest casting a long shadow over me. She emitted a sexy little laugh that made chills run down my spine as I scrambled to stand. “Poor handsome Pete. How strange this must all seem to you.” She stepped down from her pedestal and helped me stand, balancing me with her hands on my hips.

She had me there. “I think I’m—I’m gonna pee. Or throw up. Or something,” I sputtered, my breaths coming in short and ragged and going out rough and labored. “I’m gonna be sick.”

I felt Apple’s hand touch the small of my back, and a surge of something like static electricity mixed with medicine coursed through me for a second, then suddenly I was fine. My head was still spinning, but my stomach was settling, and my heart had slowed to a less dangerous pace. I looked down at her, catching the little Harvest Fairy with a big grin on her shockingly pretty face, then looked back at the Harvest Goddess, who suddenly seemed taller than me.

When I glanced down at her feet, I understood why. She was levitating a few inches off the ground—not a lot, but enough to put her over my head by a bit, even off the pedestal. Her green hair seemed to flow in all directions, and I felt her hand on my cheek before I even realized she was moving to caress me.

“The Seasons aren’t what they used to be, my handsome champion. Winters grow long and cold, and the rest of the year has become unusually hot. It’s becoming worse every year, and that has thrown off the balance in the Fertile Valley. Your grandfather was a good man and a hero of this community, but he wasn’t built for the task you must complete in order to right these wrongs.”

I swallowed some of my own spit. “Whatever you think about me, I’m pretty sure the increasingly volatile climate is a bigger problem than Mineral Village or anything within my ability to control.”

“But it doesn’t have to be. Together, Pete, we can fix it—at least here. We can restore Mineral Village and the surrounding environs to perfection. And that’s not all.”

“It’s not?” I grunted.

Her arms opened like she intended to embrace me again. “No, it is not. For unto you, Peter Busch-McGinley, I bequeath a most holy quest.”

Something about the word quest felt equal parts epic and imposing. I held up a hand to plead for a moment of quiet, and she obeyed, broadening her smile while she waited for me to find my words.

“I need to understand who you are, why you’re here in Mineral Village, and what exactly is going on here.”

“And then you will accept your destiny,” she said, stating it as a certainty.

“Then he shall wholeheartedly accept—and reunite me with my sorority of fellow elves!” Apple giggled.

“That remains to be seen, but I sure as Hell am not signing on until I really understand what’s going on.”

The Harvest Goddess sighed, but her smile didn’t waver. “Young mortals with the most potential are always the ones with the most defiant natures. Very well, my little champion. I shall indulge you.”

The silence was palpable. The air itself seemed to calm around us, and all I could feel on my skin was the sensation of Apple’s tiny hand pressing itself into my ass. Not sure why she did that.

“Long ago, I was goddess to a mighty people. For their time, they were the strongest and tallest in all the land, their hair strikingly golden and red. They pillaged the lands and always sought new battles and conquests, even sailing great expanses to find enemies to slay or be slain by. They believed that the greatest honor was to die a warrior’s death, killed in combat.”

I blinked. “So you were the fertility goddess of the vikings, is that it?” I muttered. “Freyja?”

She beamed at me. “My name yet endures elsewhere, then. But I do not use that name anymore. All my kin are dead, and thus so is Freyja. I am only the Harvest Goddess now—and the elves my former husband and I once commanded are now the Harvest Fairies and Pixies—and my most loyal subjects, connected directly to my power.”

“How did you get all the way out here?” I asked, confounded by what I was hearing. “That’s insane. You’re a long way from home.”

“My people were skilled navigators. Centuries ago, some of them made their way to the new world, and the artifact to which I clung at the time was carried with them. Eventually, they encountered the natives and were defeated, and my altar was taken by their conquerors. Over the years, I was carried south by locals before being settled in the land now known as the Fertile Valley. I have been here for centuries, and it is my home.”

Elves did have their origins in Norse lore, that much I knew, and Freyja was the goddess of fertility, beauty, the harvest, sex, love, and war. That latter detail was probably why her altar was brought on the voyage that led her here in the first place. The woman before me was most definitely a goddess—that was easy to confirm with just a glance. I had few reservations about her divinity at this point. Whether or not she was who she said she was, that was still up for debate, but as far as I could figure she had little reason to tell such a specific lie.

“And what exactly am I supposed to do?”

She looked at me and seemed to be thinking carefully. “Do you know that you were born here, Pete?”

My brows raised. “Huh? Really?”

“It’s true. You were born right here, in the Fertile Valley, under my watchful eye. I accepted you as my champion then and blessed you with many gifts—but the blessing was also self-serving. It offered me a bit of control over your destiny, so here you are, back again. And this time, you won’t leave. You belong here.”

The Harvest Goddess’s words shook me to the core, but somehow it was because they resonated, not because they made me fearful. “So, now what?” I asked. “If you guide my destiny, what am I supposed to do?”

Her smile finally faded. “Pete, Mineral Village has fallen under siege from the changing ages and the influence of the outside world. Its population dwindles year to year as people forget their connection to this land and seek their fortunes elsewhere, leaving the Fertile Valley to die a slow death. All that remains are a few dozen small families and my loyal priestesses.”

“Priestesses?” I muttered in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“Some of the women of Mineral Village are my close followers—this whole community used to be devout. They used to honor me in their temple every Sunday, the first day of the week by your modern calendar’s reckoning, but now services tend to be more seasonal.”

“W-wait—the town church is devoted to you?! So, this whole time…” My voice trailed off as I connected all the dots at once, suddenly realizing I’d been spending my childhood summers in a hidden pagan village worshiping a Norse fertility goddess in some kind of secret cult. In their defense, she was extremely real. “Did my Grandpa worship you?”

“The people of Mineral Village are not my worshipers, per se. They are my protected children, and they honor me as friends and collaborators—at least, those who are loyal. No, your grandfather never acknowledged me as his own patron deity—but he knew of me. He believed in me. He knew enough to know I am here, that I was his friend.”

I didn’t know how to take all this. I did know one thing, though. “I need to lie down for a moment.”

The Harvest Goddess smiled at me softly. With a slow-motion turn of her head, she redirected her gaze to the busty little elf a moment later. “Apple, kneel and present your supple thighs for him to use as a place to rest his head.”

“Yes, Harvest Goddess!” she said, immediately dropping to the ground and sitting on her calves. She lifted up her loincloth until only the very best part was still obscured, then slapped her thighs expectantly and grinned at me.

For all I was worth, I couldn’t think of a single fucking reason not to take the offer. With a sigh, I sat down beside her, then lay back until my head found its improvised pillow. She was soft but firm, her skin smooth as a rose petal.

“You are weary, Pete?” the Goddess asked, now looking down on me from a more extreme angle. She still looked gorgeous. To my quiet amusement, I was pretty sure her breasts were still casting a shadow on my face, courtesy of the full moon. “If you need some rest, we can resume this conversation tomorrow night. There is still much to discuss.”

I shook my head, internally melting as Apple started running her fingers through my hair to soothe me. “I can keep going. It’s just—fucking Hell…I just found out my grandpa died, the last family I thought I had. I drove out here the same night, then I found out I have a daughter. Now—a fertility goddess is talking about destiny while my head is resting in the nearly naked lap of a literal elf or fairy—or whatever.”

The wind blew, whistling noisily, but it felt good on my skin, though not half as good as the elf’s fingertips on my scalp. The Harvest Goddess let out a giggle at my rant that tinkled like the sound of wind chimes on the air, but more resonant. Apple just beamed down at me like I was her own child, or lover, or something. They both wore looks of instant affection that I sure as shit didn’t feel particularly worthy of. I shifted uncomfortably.

The goddess spoke after the wind quieted down. “The last few hours for you have been as exciting as the lifetimes of some mortals. And things are only going to get more exciting from here, I’m afraid. Pete—if you do not wish to stop here for tonight, then might I suggest you drink some water?”

I nodded. “Yeah. That’s probably a good idea. I don’t see any water bottles on you, though, so…”

Apple snickered at me through her nostrils. “I can give you the purest spring water, cold as you wish.”

Blinking up at her, I shrugged. “Sure. Let’s go get—”

She wiggled a bit, bent over, pulled open my lips, and pressed hers against mine, suddenly flooding my mouth with the most ice cold, pure water imaginable, coming out of her like a high pressure drinking fountain. I started choking, my feet kicking, and I rolled off her lap and smacked my head on the rocky ground.

The Harvest Goddess actually winced, then turned an angry scowl at the elf. “Apple! He is our last hope! I have prepared so much! You are to exalt him and serve him, not drown him to death!”

Apple realized her mistake at once and started pounding me in the solar plexus to get me to spit up all the water. “I’m so sorry!” she shouted. “I’ll make it better!”

She did not, in fact, make it better. After a moment, I swallowed what was left in my mouth—what little of it hadn’t gone down the wrong pipe—and shoved her off of me, sitting up straight. “Well, I’m wide a-fucking-wake now, so good job, I guess,” I sarcastically said in between coughing fits.

Apple’s lips trembled and she started to sob. With a swish of the goddess’s hand, she disappeared in a puff of glittery dust, and I nearly peed from shock. “Did you just kill her?!”

The goddess laughed more raucously than I’d yet heard when I asked that. “Kill her?! My own subject? I’d sooner die myself. No—I sent her home. She has to make way for the others once you free them anyway.”

“Free them?” I mumbled. “Where are they?”

“Since the day you left eight years ago, they hid themselves away. After hiding for so long, well—they’ve gotten stuck. But you’ll find them. And when you do, you’ll free them just like you did Apple.” She spoke with unfailing surety. I hoped I could measure up to her expectations, but a cold sweat was starting to come over me. So much pressure all at once…

“None of this makes sense to me,” I grunted. “How many are there?”

“There are four primary Harvest Fairies called the Fertile Princesses, and then there are also lesser elves called Fertility Pixies you may encounter. They look much the same, especially compared to the princess they are linked to by color, but they’re smaller.”

“Do I need to free them too?” I asked. “That’s a lot of freeing to do.”

“Yes—when the four princess fairies went into hiding, so did they, for they are bound to them like children to their mother.”

That made no sense to me. I scratched my head and finally realized I should probably stand back up—so I did. “What did I do that they liked so much?”

“It’s not so much what you do as it is who you are,” she said. “Pete. I must give unto you Three Quests. When you complete these quests, your duties to me are done, and I am in your debt, for the strength I gain from your deeds will give me the power to save the Fertile Valley and enchant it with endless new blessings. To help you with your quests, I have fashioned a variation on ancient elven magic inspired by the games I once watched you play as a child. It was my hope that I could help your adjustment feel lighter and more natural in this way.”

I blinked, thinking back to when I was a little kid, running off into the mountains alone with Queenie. What kind of games did we play? “You mean…Doctor?”

“No—the Game Lad. Within that modern wonder, you played many games for entertainment. Some of them you called ‘Arpeejay.’ I do not know this word’s meaning, but I created my own Sorcerous Arpeejay for you to exploit and—”

I cringed at her botched pronunciation and just had to cut her off. “RPG. Like the letters. So wait—you saw me play, like, Blade of Mana and Harvest Season and…invented a form of pagan magic based on that? How often did you watch me?” This was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, but Lord help me, I was intrigued.

“Every moment of every day when you were here,” she said, smiling warmly.

I blinked, thinking of all the tissues and socks she might have seen me abuse. “Surely not…not every moment.”

“Oh yes.” She arched her eyebrow very suggestively. “Every moment.”

I blushed but pushed the conversation forward. “Okay—give me the rundown on this RPG system or whatever, and tell me your Three Quests.”

She sat back on her pedestal and crossed one leg over the other in the most elegant manner possible. “You are strong. Just how I knew you would be. You must be so weary from your journey and the long evening you just endured. I will offer once more—we can put this off until tomorrow, but no longer.”

“Tonight is fine,” I grunted. “Tomorrow’s the day before the funeral, so that’s when I need to make sure everyone knows I’m back in town and reconnect with some people. I don’t want to make a big splashy entrance at my grandpa’s funeral. It’s not about me. I’d rather get this out of the way now because—”

“After your grandpa’s funeral, that farm will be yours,” she said, more or less finishing my thought, though not exactly. “You will stay here forevermore. I am certain. It is your birthright.”

I studied her eyes, looking for a clue as to how she knew—but she was a goddess. All I saw were the jewels she called irises, sparkling back at me. “Basically.”

“He will be so happy to look down on you and see you carrying on his legacy—and saving this community from otherwise certain peril,” she said.

“The, uh, Three Quests, then?” I muttered, trying to get us back on track.

“Ah, yes. For your first quest, you must find all my elves, most importantly the remaining three Fertile Princesses—or Harvest Fairies, if you please. Explore the valley, but I think it’s likely you’ll find them while doing things you might have already chosen to do on your own. Indeed, they are hidden not so much in definite places, but in specific tasks.”

“Hidden in tasks?” I muttered. “Well, that just raises a whole lot of metaphysical questions.”

The Harvest Goddess smirked as she continued with her explanation. “Rescuing them will restore some mystical balance to the region and amplify your own powers to an extent. Saving Apple allowed me to activate the, well, RPG that I prepared for you. Just think what three more can do.”

I nodded. “Save the tiny sexy elves. Got it.”

“Your second quest is to restore your grandfather’s farm to its former glory—without relying on the technology he leaned on in his later years. You will use only your grandfather’s tools.”

“Just those old rusty tools?” I muttered, one brow cocking up in puzzlement.

“Yes,” she confirmed with a nod. “The ones I left under Apple’s hiding tree and whatever else you can find on his property. Should you attempt to use the comforts of this age for farming, don’t be surprised if your fields suffer and yields dwindle—and certainly don’t expect to progress in your powers as my chosen one.”

Something about that triggered my curiosity alarm. “Hold up. You knew Apple was in the tree for eight years? So you must know where the other three fairies are. Just tell me where to find them, then.”

She smirked at me. “I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” I asked, arching a brow at her.

“Meaning—this is part of your journey, Pete. Your grand return. It is your duty to save them through your own deeds. It’s how elves work. They were waiting for you to return, not for me to command them to come out.”

I sighed at the handwavy excuse. If my life were a story in a book, I’d be rolling my eyes at the author right now. “Okay. Third quest, then.”

Her face straightened out. “I can tell you have little patience, and I understand why. Bear with me. I promise this all will benefit you in ways you can only dream.”

Gulping, I nodded somewhat apologetically. “Fair enough,” I said, looking her over once again. There was something about the tone that hinted at the sorts of ways she intended for me to benefit.

“And for the third, and final, quest—marry at least five of the eligible bachelorettes in town and help Mineral Village repopulate and reach new heights.”

I smiled dumbly, not quite sure I heard what I thought I heard. “Sorry, could you repeat that? Maybe even—rephrase it. It’s been a long day, so I’m pretty sure I just had a brain fart.”

“You must seduce and wed at least five, but ideally every comely single woman in Mineral Village that you can and impregnate them all—repeatedly, if possible. And you should achieve this by being the good, hardworking, charming man I know you to be.” She was grinning now, the broadest grin I’d seen her gift me with yet, and honestly it was a bit ungoddesslike—but it only made her seem more gorgeous.

And in that moment, my balls grew several sizes, and I cleared my throat, looked the goddess in the eyes, and offered my own condition. “If you agree to marry me as well, I’ll do all your quests.”

Her eyes opened wide with surprise for a moment, her cheeks pinkening with a healthy blush. Quickly, though, she found her resolve again. “Oh—very well, that is fair. When you fulfill your quest at last, I swear my hand in marriage to you, my champion.”

I half-expected to wake up back in my own city apartment with a raging fever in a second or two. This night was so wild, only deathbed degrees of illness seemed a plausible excuse for any of it. But I grinned anyway, making a fist of purpose. “Excellent.” It’s all I could think to say without bursting into unmanly giggles.

She sensed my mirth, and it only deepened her own blush, but she pressed on with her matronly posture and all the confidence of a deity nonetheless.

“RPG, make thyself known!” she shouted, extending her hand. Her voice echoed like a cheap sound effect from an eighties movie, but I wasn’t laughing. Within seconds, I had even more irrefutable evidence that this was happening and everything she said was real. A semitransparent green screen with darker green letters appeared between myself and the Harvest Goddess, floating in mid air, adjusting its position every time I moved my head even a little. I strained to read it.

Fertile Valley RPG Initiated
Player Name: Pete
- Harvest Knight Level 1
- Perks: None
- Feats: None
Would you like to see a tutorial?

“Why, yes. Yes, I would,” I said. I had a feeling things were about to get interesting.

5 Fertile Valley RPG

Welcome, Peter Busch-McGinley! You are the first and only user of the Harvest Goddess's unique system. This system alters reality in your orbit and grants you and your tools special powers and abilities. While outsiders to the Fertile Valley region will find these powers peculiar, those existing within the Harvest Goddess's locus of influence will not notice anything unusual about you or the town when you use your tools and abilities, unless you're particularly flagrant with them. Even so, it would be wise to keep the nature of your quests to yourself, lest opinions of you be permanently influenced in ways that make it impossible to court them.

You have several key areas of expertise to nurture that will aid you in your quest to save Fertile Valley's people from the dark fate that awaits them should you fail. Leveling up these areas empowers you to use the Harvest Goddess's powers more efficiently. You can also improve your abilities by finding and rescuing Harvest Fairies and Pixies and engaging in other activities with them to keep them happy and motivated to help you out on your farm.

Key Areas:

Farming: This dictates your capabilities in agricultural pursuits. The higher your Farming level, the more endurance you'll have for farming-related tasks and the better your crop quality will be.
Fishing: Fishing with a net or a pole will improve this skill. This affects your competence and luck while fishing in the valley.
Foraging: The more you gather interesting and useful plants, fungi, lumber, and other items in the valley, the higher this level will go. This affects your luck in finding rare items worth foraging.
Charm: Your relationships with the opposite sex are influenced by this area. This affects your skills and luck related to gift-giving, conversation, and romance.
Defense: Sometimes dangerous situations can arrive, and it is important that you be resilient enough to survive. Your resiliency and fighting prowess are governed by this domain.

You can gain experience in these areas by performing related tasks. Sometimes, you'll be presented with choices to improve specific perks when you level up. Other times, albeit rarely, you may unlock secret powers called advanced feats by fulfilling certain conditions or completing certain trials. These feats might be related to domains outside of these four, such as Survival, Combat, or Mining—though do not go into the mines at this time.

Additionally, you may have noticed that you can gauge a bachelorette's mood toward you by looking in her eyes. Any eligible woman in town which you're required to marry and breed will have hearts in her eyes whenever she looks your way.

The heart color indicates her attitude toward you:

Black hearts: She doesn't know you or care about you.
Blue hearts: She's friendly toward you but not particularly interested.
Yellow hearts: She likes you and is attracted to you.
Pink hearts: She is romantically interested in you.
Red hearts: She feels strong love and affection for you.
Purple hearts: She is fully committed to you.

To marry a woman and have her bear your children in the name of the Harvest Goddess, you will want to achieve purple hearts.

Remember, the more you level up and improve your relationships, the closer you get to completing the most important of the Three Quests assigned to you. However, make no mistake—your relationships with locals you do not intend to romance are just as important for your success here.

Good luck on your journey, Pete. The fate of Mineral Village and the Fertile Valley rests in your hands.

***

Today was the day before my grandfather’s funeral, and the reading of the will would probably happen after that. That meant I had a whole day to reintroduce myself to the townsfolk and experiment with the Harvest Goddess’s so-called system.

Nothing else really seemed to matter. I had already made up my mind that I was going to stay here before she dropped that bomb on me. Even before I found out I had a daughter.

“Shit,” I grunted. “Queenie.” I ended up falling asleep at the Goddess statue, apparently, too drained after absorbing all that new information and taking the system into my veins to actually do anything but crash. When I woke up, the Harvest Goddess was a statue again, but I did feel a rather strange pressure on my stomach.

I lifted up my head to investigate the source of that unexpected weight and found the Harvest Fairy, Apple, resting with her head on my abdomen, staring up at me. “You’re finally awake,” she said, like that NPC at the start of Skyrim. However, much unlike that dude, her hand landed on my groin, finding my morning wood bulge. She squeezed, her eyes going heavy-lidded with lust as a wicked grin painted itself across her features. “I need your help.”

“But—you’re so small,” I muttered, brows creasing with skeptical energy. “It…it’s weird.”

“Think again,” she moaned, sitting up all of a sudden. Her clothes remained the same size, now doing a piss-poor job of covering much at all because she appeared to have grown in stature by at least two feet to a height that was pretty damn human. “I’m the devotee of the Harvest Goddess, a powerful deity whose secondary domain is sex. I’ve been waiting for you to return here for a long, long time.”

I nodded and cracked my knuckles. “Say less. Who’s on top and who’s the dead fish?”

She giggled with a cherubic voice as big pink hearts appeared in her eyes, which I supposed meant we were about to get it on for real. “I don’t need you to do a single thing. I’ll just take what I need and be on my way.”

As she unzipped my fly and freed my cock from my pants, I watched in rapt fascination as she descended on it with her mouth. Her lips engulfed me slowly at first as one hand came up to rest on my chest. She drummed her fingers there for a moment and looked at me expectantly until I realized she was asking me to hold her hand.

I obliged, surprised by the oddly sweet gesture—at least until I felt an energy humming between us at the point of contact. The deeper she went on my cock, the more the energy built. She stared into my eyes, popping me out of her mouth to smile cutely and rotate her free hand into the operation. She used just that one to jerk me off while she sucked the tip—the whole time staring and grinning at me as I felt that continuous power welling up between us and reverberating throughout our bodies.

So much for overcoming my sex addiction, I thought to myself as I realized that this girl was one of many I would have to bang as part of my job here in the aptly named Fertile Valley. She seemed to hear my thoughts, though. She released me from her wet lips, favoring the corkscrew motion with her free hand, and clicked her tongue at me disapprovingly.

“You don’t have a sex addiction. The Goddess blessed you with boundless virility. In the cursed city, you had no pure outlet for your holy energy, that’s all. Now you have us,” She got right back to sucking me off, and the expert suction I suddenly experienced got a groan out of me and sent my head spinning.

“Tomato, tomahto,” I murmured. I didn’t know how true her words were, but I wasn’t in the state of mind to engage in constructive open discourse, so I reached out and grabbed her pointed ears and started playing with them out of curiosity—a way to distract myself and build up to my climax more gradually.

“Mmmmmm!” she moaned, her lips wrapped around my turgid length. “Mmph! Nnng!” She increased her pace and doubled her passion as though she were thanking me for finding her weak point unprompted, and I knew I wasn’t going to last a lot longer.

“Wait—I’m going to cum,” I warned her. “I won’t even get it in your pussy at this rate.”

She was not at all disturbed by this revelation, apparently. She released my hand as my muscles started to twitch, instead adjusting her body to lay atop my legs. Her arms wrapped around my thighs as she forced me down her throat as deeply and roughly as she could, tears squeezing free from her eyes from all the pressure I was putting against her soft palate with each successive thrust.

Soon enough, my jaw clenched shut and my eyes closed. An ungodly number of shots were fired down her needy throat, but she moaned around my cock like she was the one cumming. I’d had my share of enthusiastic blowjobs but…nothing quite like this.

When she popped off of me at last, I watched with awe as she unceremoniously swallowed down my deposit like it was a single gulp of Capri Sun. She grinned at me wide, then looked down at my damp groin, where my dick was starting to wilt.

“Oh Goddess, no! That won’t do at all!” she said, and she pointed a finger at my member and a little bolt of pink lightning struck it, causing it to straighten back up to full attention. “Much better! Don’t worry, Pete, we can do this all morning if I want to!”

I hadn’t been worrying, but now I was. Apple folded her hands together and whispered a prayer or a spell or—something. The result of that incantation was a beam of light that covered her body for a brief instant, and when it was dispelled, well—she was fully naked, her impossibly, pornographically perfect figure there for my viewing pleasure...Though I was pretty fucking sure that ‘viewing’ wasn’t what she had in mind.

She stared into my eyes and smiled brightly, the pink hearts in her eyes pulsing as her arousal reached a fever pitch. She grabbed the base of my cock and dragged her cunt forward along my leg, and I felt her leave a lustful trail of pussy drool along my thigh. “Affirmative consent is preferred by the Harvest Goddess…but not by me so much, it turns out. Still—if I don’t ask, I’ll probably get in trouble, so—can I fuck you, Petey?”

“Uhh—I mean, I guess if—”

“Your consent is appreciated!” she giggled as she grabbed the base of my cock and bounced once, spearing herself upon it with shocking fluidity and accuracy. “Ohh! Petey, wow! Wow!”

‘Wow’ was right. She came pre-lubed, that’s for sure. I slipped right in so easily that I couldn’t even pinpoint the moment it happened. Before I could even react to her reaction, her hips started grinding on me, and she let go of my hand and grabbed my wrists to guide me to grope her breasts.

“Partake of all my delights, Pete,” she urged me hungrily, her voice a sweet moan. Her hips moved in a smooth but fast rhythm, and I could feel her pussy leaking a little bit onto my crotch and lap with every completed movement.

I stared into her eyes, locked onto the throbbing hearts that danced in them, as she leaned forward and pressed her hands into my chest. She started bouncing her ass on my thighs, and my cock slid in and out and in and out again and again until the colors in the world around me somehow seemed brighter and more vivid.

Finally getting a grip on reality, no pun intended, I started massaging her breasts, even daring to get a bit aggressive and pinch her nipples every now and then. Her open-mouthed expression of lustful joy never once flickered. “Touch me all you want,” she moaned. “My whole body is your garden of bliss, an exclusive gift and duty, granted to you by the Harvest—nyahhh!—Goddess.”

I wanted to ask about the duty part of the equation, but right now, my mind was focused on other things. I started thrusting upward of my own accord, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. She read my mind, I suspected, arching her back to position her breast at an angle where I could suck her nipples freely.

I latched onto one of her puffy pink areolas and started sucking and licking her teat. I’ll tell you what I sure as fuck did not expect to come shooting out at me—strawberry flavored milk.

I choked on it at first, it came in such a powerful squirt that I couldn’t help myself but to be taken by surprise. But something about the absurdity of the last eight or so hours made me more than accepting of the plot twist, so I doubled down on her tit and drank greedily.

“That’s our good Pete,” she cooed as I continued to slam into her, her voice shaking from each thrust. “Drink your fill. It’s my gift to you, chosen one.” She caressed my head and ran her fingers through my hair in a surprisingly calm and soothing manner that was entirely at odds with the violent speed at which she bounced on my lap. “Here in the Fertile Valley, you will always be fed from the breasts of the Goddess’s elves, and nature’s bounty in all its forms will always rise to greet you. One day, perhaps, you’ll suckle at the teat of the Harvest Goddess herself.”

My arms squeezed her body tightly, and I felt my lust building to a breaking point soon. “Do you have a butthole?” I asked. The question might have seemed out of left field, but I promise I was going somewhere with this line of thought.

“Yes, but we don’t excrete waste like mortals,” she whispered. “I know what you want to do. Don’t worry—it’s exactly what my body was designed to do for you.”

I wanted her to cum with me—or before me—but the way things were going, I was not currently on that path. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I turned her around in one fluid motion so that she was on the ground, and I was on top. I removed her, and she settled into position with unnatural grace and efficiency, knowing exactly what I wanted. She seemed even more eager to obey than I was to rail her.

She ended up ass up, face down, while I rutted her from the back. I reached around and frigged her clit with one hand while I pounded into her at a new angle that exploited her G-Spot. Meanwhile, I slipped one finger into her asshole, just to complete the overstimulation trifecta.

Good Lord, the sounds that chick made were for the record books. She howled in pleasure, her cries loud enough to wake any other spirit of nature in biking distance, I was sure. “Ahhh! Hyaahhh! Uh-ah-AH! Nya! Petey, yes! Bless meee!”

Oh, I blessed her alright. With an embarrassingly loud series of grunts, I emptied my balls inside her, and the volume and thickness of the yield could only be explained by literal magic. Now, more than ever before, I was convinced that everything that had happened was real. This was no joke. I had super RPG-based powers.

I collapsed onto the ground beside her, panting. “So much for letting me be the dead fish,” I muttered.

She giggled in between her own ragged breaths. “That’s alright. I have a gift for you, Petey.” She sat up, shrinking back to her usual form, her clothes reappearing on her still buxom shortstacked body. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a fruit the size of my fist. It was red like an apple, but otherwise looked like nothing I’d ever seen.

I took it from her, my brow arched in wonder. “What is this?” I asked.

“It’s a Power Fruit. Whenever you rescue and have sex with one of the Fertile Princesses for the first time, we’ll give you our Power Fruit. It’ll link you to us in eternal friendship and love, and permanently enhance your body.”

I studied the fruit with even more interest. “Enhance in what ways?”

“Strength, speed, and stamina. All the ways,” she said, shrugging.

“I mean….can I eat it now?”

She giggled. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

I took a bite of that thing at once, and it was even sweeter than I expected, tasting more like strawberry ice cream than it did any fruit I’d ever sampled before. When I finished gulping the thing down, my HUD lit up between us.