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Chapter 1
I stared down at the newspaper in its glowing, futuristic glass enclosure and still found myself in shock. The newspaper said something about a hundred-million dollar deal, and not only that, it said I’d been a CEO.
This was not something I remembered.
While being a CEO sounded more than exciting, it was hard to believe it could have been a reality. From what I could recall, my career as a programmer had been going well before I woke up here, but it hadn’t been anything like that.
It was fun to believe it was true, though, and the presence of a newspaper was intriguing and added to the situation’s plausibility. But how could something that presumably happened in my future have taken place in this fantasy world’s past? Could the “aliens” running the simulation have created a fake newspaper for me to find?
The words on the page were so faded that the only thing legible on the paper was the headline, but it certainly looked real enough. Other than the terrible, gelled way I was wearing my hair in the picture.
My career had been based around computers, so I wondered if the photo and the headline were somehow related to that whole “God of Ones and Zeroes” thing again. Could the hundred-million dollar deal have something to do with computers?
In my faint memory of being called the God of Ones and Zeroes for the first time, my unknown companion had seemed incredibly impressed with me. Could I have done something great enough to raise me to CEO level?
It was all very odd, but being a CEO seemed more plausible than being a god. I would have thought so, that is, if I wasn’t already living the god experience for myself.
I sighed and looked down over my three beautiful priestesses, who were all curled up in their beds despite the fact that it was already mid-day. It had been a long night for the women as they rescued Roza, the sweet little gnome baby, and I wanted to let them sleep.
Nicola’s dark hair streamed across her thick, velvety blanket, and the expression on the brunette’s impeccable face was a tad bit softer than the fierce visage she usually put on when she was awake. Her golden cheeks were flushed with sleep, and her eyelids fluttered as she tossed and turned.
I hoped her dreams were about me and the way I’d fucked her in the early morning hours today.
Nicola’s new puppy, Thunder, slept in a ball next to the dark-haired woman’s legs. A tight bond had formed quickly between the brunette and the dog, which wasn’t surprising due to her special skills with animals. Although Nicola swore Thunder was a puppy, the beast looked like he had to weigh at least seventy-five pounds already, if not more.
Aleia, my sweet little fairy, was curled up on her side with her glimmering, pale lavender wings folded behind her. I was lucky enough to know something special about the strawberry-blonde, which was that her wings were one of the most sensitive parts of her body, and that touching them was sure to make her cum.
Aleia’s wings were so sexy, I couldn’t help but feel my phantom boner throb as I watched her doze. A smile curved up the edges of her perfect, bow-shaped red lips as she slept, and a burst of joy and love exploded in my phantom chest.
Nothing made me wish I could have my body back more than watching my beautiful priestesses. While I was given the chance to have dream visits with one woman at a time, the orgies I had with the priestesses during my brief visits to the physical realm were like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Mmm… Jack…” Penelope moaned lightly in her sleep.
I could never forget my naiad’s contributions to the fun. Penelope filled my days with golden sunshine and pure devotion.
My pregnant, pale-blue priestess’ long, blonde hair surrounded a face that was flushed violet and dewy with sweat, and her full breasts were visible above the edge of the silk blanket that was partially strewn across her body.
The edge of Penelope’s skimpy white robe had drifted in her sleep so half of her navy-blue nipple was visible, which didn’t help my unshakeable virtual hard-on. I couldn’t help but stare as the naiad murmured words I couldn’t understand, but every now and then, my name slipped from her lips, and the little moan that came with it was probably my favorite part.
I was more than lucky to have such gorgeous women in my life, and despite the fact that they were the ones who were supposed to be devout, I was completely devoted to them, too. They’d all told me they wanted to marry me, and I was more than willing to make them mine forever.
The priestesses slept on the ground in the ancient living quarters of the convent’s ruins, but they’d reconstructed the roof to protect them from the weather. I hoped I could bring them more luxury at some point, but they were generally in good spirits about their rugged surroundings. None of the women had ever built a primitive life from scratch before, but they were all cheerful as they worked their way up in the world.
The priestesses’ accomplishments were all tied into my complex leveling-up system, and I could always check the interface that appeared in front of my eyes. It wasn’t clear to me who was in charge of my whole experience, but having specific tasks to perform certainly made life interesting.
And the matter of the new woman I was supposed to rescue was making things interesting, too. It had appeared on my interface at my last level up.
Next Town Quest: Save woman in distress
This was beyond intriguing. I hadn’t met another woman except the priestesses and the gnomes since I’d been here, and my priestesses were so fucking sexy the thought of another similar follower got my phantom heart racing.
I was worried about the woman in distress, so I wanted to get moving on this task quickly, but I was going to have to tell the priestesses what they would need to do. I didn’t usually explain away my actions as godly missions, but I didn’t think they’d question me if I told them there was someone in danger.
God Vision was the method I used to zoom out on the map of my surroundings, and my vision included everywhere the women had currently explored as well as the thicker patches of trees in between. The whole thing made it easy enough for me to confirm the damsel in distress wasn’t somewhere obvious. When nothing unusual showed up on my mental display, I was left pondering my next move. I’d suspected this mission wouldn’t be easy, and I was right.
I zoned out for a brief moment as I imagined a fourth sleeping woman on the floor of the living quarters, completely sated by my cock and my seed.
We’d had the best orgy yet last night. I hadn’t exactly known I was so thirsty for power, but something about being a god made me want to possess my women in every way possible and let them know I owned them. Nicola had suggested the whip, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more than happy to comply with her requests. I’d then fucked the priestesses over and over as they healed their sore, punished bodies in Penelope’s blessed stream, and we’d all had a lot of fun, to say the least.
All of this had to be contributing to why the women were so exhausted today, and I internally smiled at the thought of their wombs full of my sperm. I’d already gotten Penelope pregnant, and I hoped someday one of the other priestesses would beg to carry my baby in her body, too. I’d never thought impregnating my lovers was particularly sexy in my old life, but here, in my godly form… it only made me feel more like their lord and master.
Another interesting development was the official conversion of the gnomes. The entire family of small creatures lived down the road from the convent, which included old Elowise and Wilfrim, their son and daughter-in-law Balabar and Nissa, along with their three children and baby Roza. All of the gnomes were now my devout followers according to my mental display, which was almost like a heat map of devotion. The circles representing the gnomes on the map were all bright red now, and my official Follower count was up to ‘11.’
Three priestesses and eight gnomes made me feel like I was doing alright as a god in this world.
I still had some questions about having new followers, though. I could see through Penelope, Nicola, and Aleia’s eyes and speak directly into their minds, so could I do it with the gnomes, too?
There was only one way to find out.
It was easy enough for me to look down on my gnomes using my God Vision. Their camp consisted of a large fire circle and several brown leather tents, and I knew from experience that some of the small structures contained collections of goods, from jewels to weapons to handy tools. They had a bountiful summer garden and were as kind as could be, and I couldn’t have imagined better neighbors for the women.
I wasn’t surprised to see the small creatures all still appeared to be asleep in their tents. They’d had a long night of worrying about Roza while the priestesses rescued her from the goblins’ mountain lair, and like the women, they had taken the time to sleep in.
The sex this morning cleared my own mind a little, but the battle with the goblins had been so recent, I supposed I was still a bit shell-shocked. As badass as my women were, it was still tough to see them risking their lives.
As I focused back on the gnome camp, I didn’t think I’d be able to see anything through the gnomes’ eyes while they were sleeping, but I decided it couldn’t hurt to give it a shot.
I focused my mental energy on each gnome, from old Wilfrim to young Olwin, who was about six, but all I saw was blackness. I was about to give up when I decided to hone in on baby Roza.
Holy shit, I could actually see something.
As I looked through the infant’s eyes, my vision was blurry and the tent was fairly dark, but I could hear the happy baby alternatively cooing and sucking what I presumed was her thumb. I couldn’t see the bars of a cradle, so I assumed she was in bed with her mother, Nissa, and when I looked down, I saw what appeared to be a giant hand around me, at least from my tiny baby perspective.
If I were Roza’s mom, I wouldn’t have wanted to let her go for a second, either.
“Wow,” I marveled. “I truly have new followers. This is fucking nuts.”
Roza cooed again, a little louder this time, and I wondered if she’d actually heard me.
But then I heard something else.
“Hello?” a hoarse voice called out. “Is someone there?”
Holy shit. Was it Elowise? Could she now hear me?
I zoomed back out from Roza’s little baby eyes.
The croak of Elowise’s voice made it sound like the old gnome woman was just waking up from a heavy sleep. She laid on an ornately-carved wooden cot with Wilfrim, and instead of her pointed cap, the gray-haired woman was wearing an old-fashioned looking bonnet on her head.
“Ummm, E-Elowise?” I stuttered, and the old woman’s mouth dropped open.
“What’s going on?” she gasped. “Have I gone a little batty?”
“No, it’s me, Jack,” I replied. “I guess… I guess you can hear me now?”
“Oh, Jack,” Elowise laughed, but her rosy face grew even redder. “Oh, my, I am going to have to get used to this. This is very strange indeed, even if it is miraculous. Now, hold on a minute. If you can hear me, and I can hear you, does this mean you can see me, too?”
“Yes, it does,” I informed the gray-haired woman.
Elowise gasped again as she put one hand to her bonnet and another to her chest, and she quickly pulled the blanket up over her lacy nightgown.
“I don’t feel very modest,” Elowise confessed. “No one but Wilfrim ever sees me this way.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry,” I assured her as I turned my vision away from the old woman. “I’m averting my gaze now.”
“Thank you, Jack,” Elowise said in a relieved tone. “I’m not the type of woman that likes to… show off my body.”
“I understand,” I laughed. An image briefly flashed into my head of Elowise in one of the priestesses’ gowns, but I was luckily interrupted by the gnome’s voice.
“So, I can hear you in my head,” the old woman marveled. “This is truly a miracle. I must tell my family, but I need to put my regular clothes on first. I’d wake Wilfrim, but I suppose you can hear him snoring. Once he’s out, he’s out.”
“It is a nice power,” I agreed. “Elowise, I’m so happy you’re my follower, but I’ll let you get dressed now. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“Thank you, my… Jack,” the small woman said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. I knew she’d almost called me her lord, but it would probably take time for the gnomes to adjust to having a new deity. Especially since their kind had never worshipped a god before.
I focused back on the convent’s living quarters where Aleia had started to wake up. She sat in her bed with her slim arms stretched over her head, and she was staring up into space with wide, glassy eyes.
“Jack?” the fairy whispered. “Are you there?”
“Good morning,” I murmured. “You look beautiful today.”
“I’m going to go outside so I don’t wake up my sisters,” Aleia said with a playful smile and a finger to her lips. “I’d love to chat more.”
“Me, too,” I said as the fairy pushed off her blanket, floated a couple feet up from her bedding, and headed outside.
Aleia blinked rapidly in the bright sunshine before she shielded her eyes with her hands, and she startled when she saw the position of the sun in the bright blue sky.
“Wow, it’s late!” the strawberry-blonde laughed.
“I wanted to let you sleep for a long time,” I chuckled. “You had a busy day and night. In fact, I can’t believe you’re awake already.”
“It was a long night… and morning,” Aleia said as she lowered her eyelashes against her cheeks. “Once again, it was different from anything I’ve ever experienced before, my lord.”
“I know,” I said in what I hoped was my most gentle voice. “But I always appreciate your willingness to try new things.”
“I… I enjoy new things,” the fairy said with a shy glance to the ground. “I like being with you in new ways, and I enjoyed the way Penelope led us in our prayers.”
The naiad had directed the other two women in a ceremony that involved me spraying loads of cum all over all the priestesses, so I, too, had enjoyed myself. I hadn’t known the combination of praying and fucking would be such a turn on, but the whole thing really was unbelievable.
“What’s going on?” Penelope asked as she tripped out of the living quarters on bare blue feet and squinted at Aleia. “Good morning, master, how are you?”
“I’m good, Penelope,” I said to the naiad. “I hope you’re doing well.”
“Yes, how are you feeling, sister?” Aleia asked.
Now that the naiad was pregnant, the other women were being extra kind and sisterly toward the expecting priestess, and I’d been more cautious about her care as well. Then again, having sex with me in person gave the priestesses two bonus points in their statistics, which made them extra happy, glowy, and powerful, and today didn’t look like any exception.
Penelope was absolutely radiant in the sunshine.
“I feel good today,” the blue woman chirped. “I have lots of energy. I’m ready to do anything our heavenly lord and master needs from me.”
“I’m glad you feel good,” I assured her. “I appreciated your ritual last night, Penelope.”
“I was so happy to honor you, Jack,” the naiad said with a solemn expression on her face. “I believe allowing you to take control and then make love to us is a symbol, not only of our devotion to you, but of your devotion to us.”
“I completely agree,” I replied, and I couldn’t help chuckling at the state of my fairy right now.
Aleia flushed nearly fuchsia at the mention of sex in front of the other priestess. The strawberry-blonde was the world’s sexiest combination of a shy virgin who got super freaky when it was time to fuck.
These priestesses were amazing.
All the morning’s excitement had almost made me forget the day’s true mission, though, which was to begin scouting the area for the woman in distress. I needed to talk to the priestesses about it, but I was hoping to speak to all three of them at once.
“Would the two of you mind waking up Nicola for me?” I asked.
“Not at all, my lord,” Aleia promptly answered. “She might be cranky, though.”
“Cranky?” I heard a sudden laugh, and Nicola walked into the picture with Thunder plodding along behind her. Then she flipped her long, chestnut hair over her shoulder. “I’m not cranky. I’m just… generally opinionated.”
“What’s your opinion right now?” Penelope giggled. “Is it that you wish you hadn’t been woken up?”
“No!” Nicola protested. “Well, maybe.”
All three priestesses began to giggle, and while I hated to break up their good time, I couldn’t let someone in trouble suffer for too long, either.
“So, there’s something important I need to speak with you all about,” I said after a minute or two.
“Ooh, are we in trouble?” Nicola asked with a smirk on her face. “I do so love--”
“Nicola!” Penelope gasped. “Our lord sounds serious. It is no time to talk about your desire for… godly discipline.”
“It’s fine,” I laughed. “But unfortunately, it is a serious matter. I’ve received a… premonition that there’s a woman out there who needs our help, and I’m going to require the three of you to seek her out.”
“Someone is hurt?” Penelope asked as she looked at the sky with wide eyes. “Whatever do you mean, my lord?”
