I confidently begin to pray to a goddess for salvation. If possible, I pull my phone out and treat it like it is a holy artifact.
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Taking a bit of a leap on this one.
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You say nothing as the goblin leads you away, brushing past the greenskins, who flinch away from you and your escort, into a hallway outside the cave you awoke in. The redskin leads you silently down a tunnel, past intersections until finally leading you into a small room. He unties your bindings, says something to you, then leaves before you can reply.
With a glance around you see you've been left alone in a small room, with a ledge you can sit on. You try to calm yourself. Being thrust into this situation unexpectedly has been very stressful, not to mention meeting fictional fantasy creatures in real life! Even if they
were considerably less violent than you expected.
Sitting down, you are reminded of the phone in your pocket. Pulling it out, seeing that one piece of reality, cracks your mind for a moment. You realize what had happened! You had been ISEKAI'd!!! This is something you've already day-dreamed about multiple times, but you never expected it to happen. And if there is anything you know about being isekai'd, its that this world's gods and goddesses '
Please for the love of God, let it be a Goddess' had to have had a hand in it. Now you just need them down here to explain some shit to you.
If there is one way you know of to get the attention of a Goddess, its praying.
You thrust out your hands confidently, cradling the phone, as if in supplication. You open your mouth to start praying, but stumble. You don't know any of this world's prayers! No matter, you'll make one up.
"O Goddesses of this World, Saintesses of Travelers, Adventurers and the Lost. Angels of the Holy and Messengers of the Divine. To any and all Beings of Power that will Listen and Help. I Beesech your Aid in a Dire Time of Need. Please. I Pray to You for Your Help."
1d100=69 (Author's Note: One 1d100 roll, and you fucking lewd crit. For those not in the know. 1 is a crit fail, 100 (or 20 on a 1d20) is a Nat Success/Cit. And in smut stories, a 69 or 34 are lewd crits, which mean usually a lewd scene of some kind. I was hoping to avoid those by sticking to 1d20, but this roll demanded a percentage roll, and you fucking hit a lewd crit. So I gotta honor that, lol.)
For a singular moment, nothing happened. But then with a soft-sounding *poof* that brought a sweet-smelling musk into your nostrils, you were suddenly face-to-cleavage with one of the most attractive women you'd ever seen. Taller than you by a head, and dressed in an eye-catching dress with expansive cleavage and slits roaming up both legs past her hips that showed her lack of panties. The woman in front of you was gorgeous. And incomprehensible.
"Hiub'gh ut Fir bellum." She said.
"Uh, what?" She crinkles her nose adorably at your reply. Then her face lights up in an absolutely
devilish grin, and moves both hands slowly,
slowly towards your face, taking an eternity to reach you.
As soon as she does, she brings her head down towards your level and places a soft kiss on your lips, for about a second. In the next second, her lips are pressed tight to your own, her tongue digging past your lips without hope of refusal from you. And it keeps going, sensuously licking across your own tongue then around it, harassing it into submission, before flicking away to to lick the back of your teeth. After some more swipes across them, she flicks her tongue to the right to lick your cheeks harshly from the inside, where you can feel them bulging from the rough treatment. After one side is finished, she then gives the same treatment to the other. Once done, she glides her tongue back to your own, before smoothly pressing further back into your throat, where her tongue-tip tickles, caresses, and bats at your uvula. Once she's satisfied bullying the entrance to your throat, she pulls back, letting her tongue swipe across the roof of your mouth before withdrawing entirely. Her tongue slips back into her mouth, which is opened in a mischievous, cat-that-ate-the-canary grin.
You are left panting deeply for breath, after being orally assaulted for the past three minutes without reprieve, or air.
She adorably shrugs her shoulders at your flustered, near-asphyxiated, expression. "There," She says, "that should work. Now, tell me why one of the Divine's pets are so far from their Sanctified territory. And so... vulnerable and defenseless."
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