On the Run


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dang girl,” Shadada chuckled. “Of course I’m in. You think I’d stop being your sexiest bestest pdin just ‘cos you’re not a goddess anymore? Pah, have some faith!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I giggled back at her, relieved.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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-nted on her face out of nowhere. She’d been working out while wearing nothing but a ck cor and thong, which was now soaked in her girlcum, arousal, and my spit. My own ve clothes were equally sticky.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am your sexiest bestest pdin, yeah?” Shadada asked slowly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Whah? Yeah, duh! I don’t have others, though… I do kinda need to gather more–”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She let out a hurt whimper, clutching her chest. “Cheat!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I rolled my eyes. “–but not pdins necessarily. Just, having a bunch of apostles makes ascension a lot easier.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, joking, joking. My cute ass goddess can have other worshipers. She deserves them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I made a little embarrassed sound, suppressed a big smile, and failed to meet her eyes. Hers had turned golden since she’d be ‘mine’. Combined with her cool warrior aesthetics, ruffled ck hair, tanned bod, and slightly deeper voice that gaze of hers did dangerous things to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, so, what do you need to re-ascend?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“‘Kay, doesn’t sound too impossible. Apostles, miracles, and a defined dogma.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah! That’s the word,” I said, blushing a bit. “Heh, I’m a bit dumber without godly powers.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ye, you are.” Shadada grinned, giving my butt a spank.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ahhn~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My dumb cutie goddess,” she cooed, stroking my rear affectionately. Her tone and expression stiffened with sudden seriousness. “They are here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dread washed out some of my arousal. I let out a shuddering breath, touching the womb-tattoo that marked me as prey.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My brave Shadada noticed my distress and offered me the kind of cool winsome smile only muscr elf pdin hotties can give. She stood from the bed, picked up a shirt, and said, “Toss me the sword would–”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The bedroom wall burst inward in a storm of stone and wood. Wall shrapnel stuck to the red-y skin of the hulking golem that stepped inside. Arcane symbols zed on the metal core peeking out of its smooth-featured bulk. Two mitten-like arms reached out towards me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aaaah!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wind whipped my hair as Shadada moved. A slender two-handed de was out of the scabbard and in her hands in a blink. In the next it was a gleaming blur carving magically reinforced y. A limb was lopped off and a second sculpted to a useless ribbon. A kick sent the golem back into the dim-lit alley outside.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sat transfixed, staring at the tight muscr back looming before me, the gorgeous waist, thick legs, and the way that Shadada’s panties dug deep into the crevices of her full ass. Oh wait, she was talking to me?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...of here now!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I jolted back to reality, scrambling to my feet. “Um… What do I…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Clothes!” Shadada snapped, pointing at an open wardrobe. “And my travelbag.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The door next to the wardrobe burst off its hinges. A second y golem ducked its neckless body to fit in through the opening. It’s arcane core twirled, locking an eye-shaped symbol on me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Eeeep!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ion’s tits,” hissed Shadada. “To me, stick to me!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stumble-sprinted away from the golem, smacking face-first into an elf ass. Shadad grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, while slicing a leg off of the golem she’d already pushed back. Half naked, we ran into the alley.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Roll,” said Shadada, throwing me into a narrow canal between buildings and dove in after me. We sshed into icy-cold water green with algae.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Behind us, the alley lit up with zing light as ethereal azure chains shed into nothing and a huge cage of steel fell down onto where we’d just been. Three mages with pointy hats hovered above the roof.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There, in the canal!” pointed one sitting on a floating sphere of metal.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aw crap!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Deep breath,” said Shadada and I inhaled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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, navigatingbyrinthine corners of slippery stone and metal-grated dead-ends.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bubbles escaped my lips. My lungs began to ache.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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!


    <span style="font-weight:400">She gave me a thumbs up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A pipe spat us out into the sea. I struggled towards the surface, until Shadada pulled me up against her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I gasped, panting to catch my breath.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That won’t buy us long. C’mon, swim fast.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Shadada was already swimming towards a particr 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 g fluttered atop it with a crest that screamed lesbian dommy mommy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Where are… …we… …going?” I asked between huffs as I tried to paddle after her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And they’ll… …just let us… …on board.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Shadada favored me with a charming over the shoulder grin. “It’s a Hellonian archmage. They’re always open for new harem applicants.”