Chapter 17: An Encounter With A Pagan Goddess (1)
*Disclaimer: Mentions and depictions of futanari.*
As my eyes opened, any feeling of pain or discomfort were noticeably absent from my body. Darkness consumed my surroundings, the silence almost deafening to my mind.
Yet, as I gave a sigh, resigning myself to the realization that I had passed on, a bright light caught my eyes. Turning my head ever so slightly, my eyes widened in utter shock.
The Earth itself was engulfed in hellish flames. The charred surface radiating a lava-like glow.
Almost as if Hell had been unleashed onto the planet.
As my eyes were glued to the horrid scene, a soft hand placed itself upon my shoulder, not even breaking my focus from the sight in front of me. The only thing breaking me out of my stupor was a soft, angelic like voice with a hint of sadness speaking out from behind me.
"The world burns, yet the architect of it's destruction never got to see the fruits of his mind and labor in action. Millions of years of history, cultures and civilizations, so much promise and hope…"
I couldn't even turn my head to face the owner of this mysterious voice, realizing that…
She was talking about me.
"All extinguished due to the petty squabbles of humans, and humans I might add… that possess the means to exterminate life on a planetary level."
The voice was female, that much I could recognize, yet her voice was unlike anything I had ever heard before. Soft and sweet, yet full of so much wisdom and pain. As if the voice had scene countless tragedies and countless epics play out in person, as a silent spectator to the hubris of humanity.
"Who are you? And why am I not in hell… or why is my consciousness not just a blank void?"
My voice seemed to carry little to no sound, yet I could hear the echo of it as my eyes gazed over the burning expanse of the world below me.
"Who am I? Well, my dear, I am the last hope you may have for finding purpose in a universe hellbent on the destruction of all that is moral and good." Her voice sung to me, a melody that could hypnotize even those with the most erratic minds. "My name is Freya, a goddess of the Norse pantheon, one who has seen many a warrior pass before their time was up."
"A goddess huh? Well, that means my predictions on God were a farce."
Her response was a mere chuckle, a giggle that did far more to stir unease within my body.
"Your God, the one that the Christians, the Jews, and the Muslims followed is one born of humanity, just like all of the gods and goddesses followed by your kind. Zeus and Ares, Odin and Thor, Baset and Osiris, Chronos and the pantheons of the Far East, all born from the faith of the humans who worshipped them."
At last she appeared, seeming to walk through space as she stepped in front of me.
Flowing silver hair, eyes as crimson as blood. Pale skin that seemed to shine even in the darkest of night.
However, much to my surprise and embarrassment, she was completely fucking naked…
"Do you gods have a concept of modesty? Or are you all so powerful a term like that is pointless?"
My eyes however, couldn't look away.
A body seemingly forged from the stars, curves that mere mortals would sacrifice themselves just to witness. Even then, her figure wasn't even the most striking part.
That, was hanging between her legs, in the form of a fairly large manhood that was the catalyst for sending my gaze somewhere, anywhere else.
"There's no fucking way…"
Freya tilted her head, curiously looking at me and then down at herself. Once she realized it, she couldn't help but let out a laughing fit, clutching her stomach with a vigor that rumbled even the space around us.
"Are you truly so naïve as to believe that the gods would conform to your mortal standards of biology? Yes, I have both male and female organs, it is just how I am."
She then leaned down, her hand cupping my cheek and as much as I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, to not look at her figure, a sense of obedience washed over me, my head turning to the direction of her touch.
"So bashful, it's adorable. Perhaps you feel a sense of inferiority? Abandon all notions of that, because I have chosen you and only you to be my consort, and my champion."
It took me a few seconds to register her words, as it seemed like a fog had drifted into my mind. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, no matter how hard I tried.
"What do you mean… champion? What could I possibly offer a goddess?"
Her face turned tender and kind as she knelt, bringing her forehead to touch my own.
"As we speak, there is a threat to the universe. Hell itself is being unleashed and the current powers are nowhere near the strength to be able to fight it back. That is where you come in."
She took a breath, one that felt tired and worn, like she had been fighting this battle all alone.
"If I make you my consort, if you become my champion, then we may yet have a chance. I will not be able to stay with you though, for as much as I wish to. I must continue my work, trying to find a way for the divine to close the rifts that form."
At this moment, our lips were mere inches apart. The glare from the sun and the burning background of Earth outlining the silhouette of her body.
"That does not mean… that I will not return to you. Once you have built a power so strong as to beat back the darkness. Built an army prepared to march on the gates of hell, then I shall be able to return to your arms."
I knew this was crazy, I shouldn't even flinch at her promise because I have no connection to her.
But I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.
As if some string of fate tied me to her, binding me to her touch like that of a fallen warrior calling out for the Valkyries to take him home.
"And if I should fail in this task? If I should falter and become a tyrant, a wastrel, a monster in human skin?"
She only smiled again, her hand running through my hair.
"Then I shall take you to my sanctuary, to our oasis beyond the reach of Hell and the Universe. We shall live out the rest of time in each other's arms, ignorant to the destruction and to the failings of those who drown in their own hubris."
I nodded my head to her response, the weight of expectation lightening just a little on my mind.
"Then, I am yours… on one condition. A woman, by the name of Vladilena Milize… I wish to have her as a part of this eternity. To have her at my side once more."
A soft giggle escaped Freya's lips, her head shaking from side to side.
"My my, a goddess professing her love and devotion for you and you still think of another woman? I am no fool to believe that you won't find others that will stoke desire and love in your heart. We gods are far too ancient to believe in such fallacy, yet I only seek the promise that when all is said and done, your heart will belong in my hands."
The first smile since I had died crossed my face, my voice quiet and deep.
"I promise, give me the chance to hold her once more, and I shall be all that you want and need me to be."
With that, a silent affirmation, a bond inscribed in star dust and ancient oaths was formed.
"So I have to ask, what does it mean to be your consort?"
Freya's eyes seemed to light up, a devilish grin that made me regret asking that question.
"Oh you'll find out, my champion~"