Wolk
The howny wabbit
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The world of mortals knows not even a tenth of what there is to know about their gods, and what they do know is wrapped in myths. But not all knowledge is based on superstitions and guesses. Once upon a time, the city of Tarcon got a new patron god, and got to know him close. Very close.
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He walked up the main street, through the marketplace, looking to all the world like a young man in his mid-twenties. He was fit, tan, with shining copper blond hair flowing in the light wind, and beautiful beyond belief. He looked to every woman and man as their dream. Even those who normally found blond hair unattractive couldn't help admire it on him and nearly swoon at the sight. But at the same time some force kept the onlookers' adoration below the level when they would chase him. It was easier this way for Erus, the god of lust and pleasure, who was enjoying the light of day for the first time in hundreds of years. He was going to claim his rightful place and demand the kind of worship a god deserves. For that he picked Tarcon to patron.
He entered the fortress, nonchalantly disappearing into thin air before the guards at the door even noticed his approach. Up and up, easily sliding through the thick stone floors, he made his way through the place, examining it and its inhabitants. The people inside were mostly asleep, as the sun was quickly approaching the horizon.
In one room, he stopped and materialized once again. A small, nice smile appeared on his face as his eyes traced the beautiful princess, who slept peacefully in her bed. Her gorgeous face looked divine too, framed by shiny dark hair, and with full, sensual lips that seemed made for kissing, and more. The night was very warm and so the princess used no blanket. All that separated her beautiful body from his eyes was a very thin, rather short tunic, which was so fine that he could see through it. His eyes traveled slowly to her big, perfect young breasts, excited nipples pushing up the thin fabric. Down along her tummy and to the wide, sexy hips, which narrowed into finely sculped legs.
A small blow from his pursed lips turned into gentle breath of wind, which lifted the hem of princess' sleeping gown and allowed Erus a peek at the full, feminine bush of black hair that beaconed his manhood towards her sex, telling him she was a ready, waiting woman. He smiled and approached her, every inch a god in his bronze-coloured body. Leaning down slowly, he kissed her lips softly, waking her up like the princess from her fate was a fairy tale. And with that kiss she became his.
"Wake up, Princess Sirena," he smiled at her. "I am god Erus, here to be your city's patron. And you," he looked into her beautiful green eyes, "are my first convert. You will help the people worship me properly and win my favour."
***
He walked up the main street, through the marketplace, looking to all the world like a young man in his mid-twenties. He was fit, tan, with shining copper blond hair flowing in the light wind, and beautiful beyond belief. He looked to every woman and man as their dream. Even those who normally found blond hair unattractive couldn't help admire it on him and nearly swoon at the sight. But at the same time some force kept the onlookers' adoration below the level when they would chase him. It was easier this way for Erus, the god of lust and pleasure, who was enjoying the light of day for the first time in hundreds of years. He was going to claim his rightful place and demand the kind of worship a god deserves. For that he picked Tarcon to patron.
He entered the fortress, nonchalantly disappearing into thin air before the guards at the door even noticed his approach. Up and up, easily sliding through the thick stone floors, he made his way through the place, examining it and its inhabitants. The people inside were mostly asleep, as the sun was quickly approaching the horizon.
In one room, he stopped and materialized once again. A small, nice smile appeared on his face as his eyes traced the beautiful princess, who slept peacefully in her bed. Her gorgeous face looked divine too, framed by shiny dark hair, and with full, sensual lips that seemed made for kissing, and more. The night was very warm and so the princess used no blanket. All that separated her beautiful body from his eyes was a very thin, rather short tunic, which was so fine that he could see through it. His eyes traveled slowly to her big, perfect young breasts, excited nipples pushing up the thin fabric. Down along her tummy and to the wide, sexy hips, which narrowed into finely sculped legs.
A small blow from his pursed lips turned into gentle breath of wind, which lifted the hem of princess' sleeping gown and allowed Erus a peek at the full, feminine bush of black hair that beaconed his manhood towards her sex, telling him she was a ready, waiting woman. He smiled and approached her, every inch a god in his bronze-coloured body. Leaning down slowly, he kissed her lips softly, waking her up like the princess from her fate was a fairy tale. And with that kiss she became his.
"Wake up, Princess Sirena," he smiled at her. "I am god Erus, here to be your city's patron. And you," he looked into her beautiful green eyes, "are my first convert. You will help the people worship me properly and win my favour."