Night with the Priestesses (2)
I stepped out of my bedroom. Holy shit. Is this for real? Not only was I not tired after going two rounds back-to-back, but I actually felt more energized than ever. My dick wasn't even going soft—hell, it never went soft in the first place, the stubborn bastard. What the hell are you? I flicked it with my finger, and it practically snapped back at me like it was pissed off. I could go all day! it seemed to yell. Are you some kind of super-soldier hero or what?
Back in my bedroom, Yeonsu and Hyeyoon were completely wiped out. Hyeyoon had been screaming her head off toward the end, like she was in some horror movie—Aaah! Aaaah!—and it even startled me a bit while I was pounding away. Of course, hearing those screams only made me go harder. I didn't stop for a second. Those two probably won't wake up till morning; they'll just sleep like logs. So I tucked them in nice and snug, planted a kiss on their lips and nipples, gave 'em a good suck, and slipped out. God... that felt so satisfying.
My dick, though? Still not satisfied. It was all slick and sticky from the fun, so I figured I'd rinse off first. I sank into the Fountain of Life, and damn, the spring breeze whispering outside felt amazing. The water was perfectly warm—not scalding hot, but that cozy, soothing kind of warmth the stones keep steady all the time. Perfection.
I was lounging there, all blissed out and relaxed, when my dick started nagging me again. Fuck, chill. I just railed two women into oblivion, you know? Can't we take a breather? The night's still young.
I glanced at the long shelf on the wall, at the grandfather clock there. Nine o'clock. Cool night air outside, gentle breeze, perfect soak in the fountain. I was savoring the moment when Sechem Yaret approached.
"My Lord. I've escorted the two new priestesses to separate rooms."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. It turns out they're mother and daughter."
"Oh. Hm... any issues? Like, are they on bad terms or something?"
"You are a god, my Lord. You may claim any woman you desire—and you must. Do you wish to take them?"
I looked down at my dick. This crazy thing was crazy alright. ...Yeah. It nodded eagerly.
"Then you must do so. For you, my Lord, have a most vital duty to fulfill."
"...Vital duty?"
"In the era when I was first created, the world—at least all the lands I knew—was ravaged by plagues, wars, gods and demons clashing, day and night warring until humanity teetered on extinction. And now that I've awakened again, it's the same."
"Yeah. Zombie apocalypse."
"Indeed. I've not traversed the entire world, but I surmise humanity's numbers have plummeted to the brink of extinction. Your priestesses seem to agree."
"Spot on. Almost no one's left. Just scattered survivor groups here and there, and even those aren't huge. ...Huh, speaking of, how many people are even alive now? Used to be like 8 billion or 9 billion, right?"
"That, I cannot say. Nor is it my concern."
"What's your concern, then?"
"My sole interest is aiding you, my Lord, in reviving and flourishing civilization once more—accomplishing great deeds under your divine will."
Bam. I sat up in the fountain.
"...Reviving civilization? Wait, civilization?"
"Yes. With humanity on the verge of extinction, you alone can rebuild it. For human civilization to take root and bloom anew in this world, your benevolence is essential."
"Uh..."
She's right. Damn, she nailed it. Humanity's basically done for. Look at Gache-dong, my neighborhood included—it's huge. Three or four apartment complexes, a bustling shopping street back in the day, old housing districts. Subway station and all. Must've had thousands living here, maybe ten thousand with commuters. But survivors? The Orc building had maybe fifty after the raid. That's it. Can they last forever? Hell no. Food runs out eventually. Then what?
Human civilization. Never really thought about it like that. Just killing zombies, banging chicks, upgrading my base. Civilization? Whoa, the scale just exploded.
"...The women think civilization's done for too?"
"Yes, my Lord. In truth, they all agree that this shrine you've built—this sanctuary—is a miracle in our fallen world."
"...Really?"
They never said that to my face. So they talked about it among themselves?
"Yes. It started with talk of where to get fresh eggs these days, then branched into all sorts of things."
"Hm... What about the new priestesses?"
"They agreed. They were stunned by fresh water for bathing. They devoured the Ushabti's egg porridge too."
"Health-wise?"
"Both are healthy, but severely underweight. I advise gentle handling when you take them."
"Got it."
Yeonsu and Hyeyoon were the same at first—ribs and hip bones poking out, skeletons on legs. But I took 'em anyway. Just gotta be careful like before.
"The women... are they happy here?"
Sechem Yaret clicked her tongue softly.
"Utterly, profoundly content, my Lord. They can no longer fathom life without you."
"And the new ones? 'Cause, uh... I'm not into forcing shit. Need 'em to be into it, you know? Makes it better for me too. Don't wanna push if they're not down."
"Ah, that. They're tense, naturally—being mother and daughter. But it should be fine."
"Yeah? How so?"
"I told them humanity's doomed. Starve in fear outside, turn zombie, or stay here in bliss. Only two choices."
"........"
So, basically, Sechem blackmailed them. Sigh... Loyalty's great and all, but damn, her methods are brutal.
"...What'd the women say? The new priestesses."
"Your wives persuaded them well. Invited them to stay together. Mother and daughter agreed. But if you wish to speak with them yourself, by all means. However, my Lord..."
"Yeah?"
"Even when I first awakened, it was thus. You sired children with many women then, and civilization bloomed anew. I strongly urge you to impregnate them all. Without your intervention, this world ends."
"........"
Of course, I want that. Guess there's only one way to find out.
"...Let's go see."
I stood. Water cascaded off me. Sechem Yaret slithered back gracefully, offering a towel to dry me off. Meticulous as ever. My health, my women, my great deeds— that's her whole world.
"...Which room's whose?"
"Left is the daughter. Right is the mother."
"Right."
After drying off, I walked to the left room and entered. Pitch black, lit only by moonlight. Thick bed. She was pretending to sleep. I sat on the edge. She flinched, curling up tighter into a ball.
"...How's your body feeling? Any pain?"
No response. Ah, a slight nod. The blanket was pulled up over her head, hard to see.
"I get it—hard to accept this situation. But don't think of me as a man. Think of me as a god."
She trembled faintly. Words alone might've sparked resistance. But this girl, Iseo, and her mother Jeong-eun—they saw it. The walls shifting, pillars rising, the space expanding into this vast, ancient Egyptian palace. Not objects moving, but space itself transforming. No denying I'm a god after that. Yeonsu and Hyeyoon probably told her what it's like living with me. Sechem said they convinced her to stay together? Good women. Worthy to be my wives. Outside's that brutal.
I pulled back the blanket. Her legs came into view. No women's clothes here—just Ushabti-laundered underwear. ...Shorts on. Reminded me of first time with Yeonsu and Hyeyoon. Legs clamped shut tighter at the exposure, balling up completely. Clutching the blanket like it was her last defense. But no pushing or blocking.
My dick's gonna explode, fuck. Holding back's torture—for me, especially for the angry beast below. But her defensive pose made foreplay tricky. So I grabbed her shorts and panties, slid 'em down. Legs squeezed so tight I couldn't get them off fully. No matter. Hips and ass exposed—that's plenty. I gripped her knees, straightened her legs, laid her flat. Too dark to see her crotch clearly. I pressed my dick between her thighs. She jolted. Trembling softly. Stroked lightly with my hand.
...Already wet? ...Oh. She must've heard the moans from Yeonsu and Hyeyoon. Whole neighborhood probably did, empty as it is.
I rubbed my dick against her pubic bone. Legs clenched so tight it almost slipped in a bit. ...Not much hair? Nice in its own way. Gripped my dick, slid it down slowly, parting the soft flesh. Aligned with the slick, yielding entrance.
"You're not surrendering to a man. You're surrendering to a god."
I whispered. Iseo still had the blanket over her head. I thrust in. Warm, wrinkled folds gripped me with delicious friction. Ah... fuck. Feels insanely good.
"...Hic."
A soft whimper. Wait... pain?
"It... hurts..."
Hm... No way. She's twenty, right? I pulled back the blanket. Her last shield gone, Iseo—who'd been clinging to it—finally exposed her body. Wearing one of my t-shirts. Breasts tiny, almost flat. Frame so small. Maybe 160cm, but slender bones, delicate build—not just skinny, but petite all over. Hands clumsily covering her face. Eyes shut, expression blank. Moonlight hid details, but cleaned up, she looked way better. I yanked off the panties and shorts completely, tossed them aside.
I flipped her over, pulled her arms around my neck.
"Does it hurt? Not your first time, right? Been with a guy before?"
"...No."
Kinda curt, like she felt nothing—maybe annoyed. Virgin. Just broke her hymen.
Whew.
"Iseo. You're my woman now."
I waited. No reply. Whispered again.
"I don't know how many choices you've made in life. But choosing to be my woman? You won't regret it. Not ever. No worries—just be happy. That's your only duty by my side. Be happy."
Iseo stayed silent. Something plink—tears. She was so emaciated. Holding her, it was all bones. Worse than Yeonsu or Hyeyoon. Probably from the illness. Gently, I thrust my hips forward.