Gift Of The Goddess Ch 04 1

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This chapter is part of a series. Please read the preceding chapters before starting this one.

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The last month or so, living in the guest house at Burl's inn, had been busy. Even when we weren't occupied with training sessions, we were making sure that Norah (Rebekah's sister), Greta (Burl's wife), and Netah (the dishwasher) were getting attention whenever they requested it.

When the girls and I weren't helping others, Rebekah, Myrna, and I fucked like rabbits so that I could make sure to keep their training levels advancing. Mine were skyrocketing and - with as busy as we were with sessions - there wasn't really a way to get them caught up with me - but at least I could make sure they were always progressing.

We had just wrapped up a morning session with one of the newer clients and were relaxing - waiting for Tessa to signal that she was ready for help to bring out the midday meal - when a blonde woman came out of the back door of the inn.

I looked at Rebekah -- trying to figure out why the blonde looked familiar to me.

"Temple worker," she whispered.

That was it. She was the priestess at the temple that we'd triple-fucked in front of a growing crowd - that day when the girls decided to show me what Hera's temples where like. I didn't recognize the woman because she didn't have her fancy robes on.

"Hello," I called out. "Come and sit. You're from the temple, right?"

The woman walked over but did not sit.

She blushed a little and said, "My name is Lissa - but I'm not here on temple business."

"Okay ..." I replied.

"I actually came to warn you that the priest has been talking to some of his fellows," she said. "They're upset about your little business, and they are working to get the city governor to expel you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Your actions are causing lots of questions about Hera - and the priests see those questions as undermining their authority," she replied.

I nodded.

"They are working to convince the governor that you're causing a riot and that you're running a business without paying taxes."

Thinking about it for a moment, I realized that I'd missed a salient point. I had considered that some inn workers performed sex-acts on the side for extra coin - but we were running a much more organized operation - and making a lot more coin. I had neglected to share any of those proceeds with the city officials. Money was moving in the city, but I wasn't sharing it with them. Someone was sure to notice eventually.

I nodded my head and said, "The governor could probably easily be convinced of the second one."

She nodded as well.

"I appreciate you coming," I told her. "I'm sure there was some personal risk for you in doing this. That can't have been an easy thing."

"I've been hearing the priests talk about this for a week or so now. Last night, I had a vision from Hera."

"A vision?!" Rebekah gasped.

Lissa nodded, speaking in a lower voice, "Hera told me to warn you about the priests' plot. She strongly encourages you to be out of the city in two days' time. There is a trader's camp, a half-mile outside of the eastern gate. I have some tasks to complete that she assigned to me. I will meet you at the camp before dusk - the night after tomorrow."

Myrna finally spoke up.

"Not that I don't believe that the priests are angry with us - but how do we know that you aren't plotting with them - and that us leaving the city is either an attempt to remove us quietly - or a plot on our lives?"

Lissa nodded to her and replied, "Hera said that I should give you a name - a name that would convince you that my message was from her - and that my words are true."

Myrna asked, "What name?"

"Hossmer."

I gasped.

The girls looked at me.

"Who is Hossmer?" Rebekah asked.

I looked at the two of them and said, "That was part of my name on my old world. Only the goddess would know that."

Looking quickly from me to the priestess, Myrna and Rebekah jumped up, rushed over, and hugged Lissa tightly.

"Thank you for bringing us the warning," Myrna said.

Rebekah looked at me and said, "We'll need to have Martin cancel our sessions."

Lissa said, "Postpone. Hera has shown me a vision of a place not under the control of a city governor. I don't know how long it will take my vision to come to pass - but I see us building a true temple to Hera - a temple where her followers can freely come to worship - or for instruction."

Myrna squealed happily and hugged her again.

"I must warn you sisters, master," the priestess said. "I do not know how long it will take to bring this to pass - but I do not expect that it will happen without much labor and some difficulty."

I nodded and stepped up, wrapping my arms around her.

"Accomplish what Hera gave you to do," I said. "We'll gather our things and meet you at the trader's camp the night after tomorrow."

Lissa looked into my eyes. Her gaze was intense.

"Hera gave me another name," she said. "Pamela Barons."

"Fuck!" I gasped.

That was the name of the classmate that I was sure I'd been looking at a naked picture of - my last night on Earth.

"Did she say anything about Pamela?" I asked.

Lissa shook her head and said, "No. I am sorry."

"Thanks - once again," I told her. "I'll figure it out."

"May Hera guide you, gentle master," she said softly.

"Thank you, priestess," I replied. "May Hera grant you strength to do as she asks."

"And you as well," she responded.

She leaned forward, pressed her lips to mine - and then turned and hurried off.

As she left, I examined her - and realized that her profession had changed. It was no longer one of the generic 'Lover' titles that most women (and temple workers) had on Gaia.

[ Lissa ]

[ Seer of Hera - Level 129 ]

After the priestess left, we talked with Martin, Burl, and Greta.

We calculated that we could go ahead with our sessions for the rest of that day and the next. We decided to postpone the sessions after that. Martin would make contact with everyone who had already made reservations and return their deposits - along with an additional Bronze as recompense for us putting everything on hold indefinitely.

Martin set off to get a message to Jasper and Norah that we needed to see them.

They arrived after lunch - just before our afternoon session. After we had gotten them caught up on the state of things, I asked Jasper what he would advise that I buy - in the way of supplies - for our vaguely-established mission.

He told me that he'd take care of it. I told him that I had a small chest of coins that we could spend, but he waved away my offer, insisting that it wouldn't be that big of a deal. I told him about the seeds and the other supplies that I had already accumulated. He left Norah with us and headed off immediately, taking the rickety cart full of seeds with him.

Myrna helped me with our afternoon client while Rebekah and her sister sat in the courtyard and talked.

By the time our session was complete, Jasper returned. He and Norah ate with us, and he laid out his plan. He had contacted several merchants - and a number of the vendors from the marketplace. He had already secured a wagon and would be filling it with everything that we would need. He would spend all of the next day getting everything together. The day after that, he would leave Norah with us around midday and take the wagon out to the trader's camp. He would hide the coin chest among the supplies and take it out with him. The guards would recognize him as a trader and let him pass without difficulty. When we were ready to leave, we would escort Norah. With her being tagged as the wife of a well-known trader - who had been seen (earlier that day) leaving the city, Jasper reasoned that the guards would let us escort her to meet with her husband at the trader's camp. We would carry simple travel packs that would easily pass the guards' inspection. Everything else would already be in the wagon.

I thanked him for all that he was doing for us. He hugged me and told me to keep the girls safe. Next, he hugged Rebekah and then Myrna as well. Norah hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, assuring me that Jasper had spent a great deal of time thinking through the plan and trying to anticipate where we might have problems.

I thanked them both again for their help. We bid them goodnight and then got ready for our evening session. I have to admit that it took me a few minutes to get my mind back on-track and get myself in the mindset of teaching our latest student how to have better sex - mostly by fucking the shit out of her.

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The next day was full of angst and more half-hearted client-fucking. Greta's above-average food had begun to taste like sawdust to me. My mind was going a million directions at once.

The girls dragged me into the guest house. Rebekah deep throated me while Myrna whispered naughty shit in my ears and kissed the fuck out of me. Eventually, the two of them were able to get me to quit freaking out - or at least to not so obviously freak out. The rest of the day went a little better after that.

After dinner, we received our last overnight student. Thankfully, she was a repeat customer and - with the familiarity - it was easier to lapse into a comfortable session of intense fucking - and I gave myself over to animalistic mating.

I fucked the poor woman until I was exhausted and then rode her convulsing body as she caught up on her levels - Rejuvenating her as required so that she could enjoy the full effect of the multiple intense orgasms that wracked her body. I came inside of her a couple more times during all of that - which extended her levels a bit more. She was ecstatic (as was her husband the next morning) and we all passed out together on the bed.

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After breakfast, Martin let us know that Jasper and Norah would be dropping by after lunch. I thanked the boy, settled up with him, and wished him well. He clasped hands with me and wished me Hera's blessings. His profession now showed as "Clerk - Level 21" and he was positive that he could use that to secure a new job without any difficulty.

With too much free time on my hands, once more, the girls took it upon themselves to drag me off to our bedroom. They ordered me to use Generous Lover and my other buffs and to fuck another bunch of levels into them. I gave in without too much pushing and shoving - and soon I was pushing them onto their backs and shoving my cock in and out of their wonderful pussies over and over again.

After more than a month spent training so many in the sexual arts - and my efforts to make sure to not leave the girls too far behind - the three of us were well above most other people - at least in terms of levels. My profession was still "Gigolo". The girls had gained enough levels to move through all of the generic "Lover" titles to one of the upper echelon "Hera" titles. They were both now listed as "Hera's Child".

[ Basil 698; Rebekah 364; Myrna 363 ]

Considering our experience levels, I was probably actually undercharging people for our services now. If I were to rent my wives out for the night, it would not be unreasonable for me to ask for 40 Bronzes (each) for them to share another man's bed - not that I would consider doing that.

If you considered that I'm really just a male whore - at almost twice the girls' level - a man who thought as much of his wife as he did himself could probably be convinced to pay me just to spend the night between his spouse's legs - even without all of the time that the girls and I spent to make sure that the woman's skills advanced during our time together.

It was still just crazy to me that I was getting paid to shove my dick into a never-ending stream of women - whose husbands were actually happy about the idea. And the notion that I was leveling up by doing that? Completely bonkers!

Tessa brought lunch out. She sat and ate with us, her mother had, obviously, warned her that we were leaving. She cried the whole time and barely touched her food. It was one of the most heart-breaking things I've ever seen (or felt).

The girls and I ended up not being able to eat much either. We just took turns holding the little blonde in our laps and telling her to take good care of Papa, Mama, and the geese.

Greta looked out, saw the scene and ordered her daughter to give us each one last hug and kiss - and then to come help her.

We accepted our good-byes from the little cherub, and then she went to the door - where her mother took her by the hand and led her inside. Over her shoulder, the innkeeper's wife yelled at us to eat our food so that we'd have strength for our trip.

We chuckled together, wiped the tears from our eyes, and began working on our barely-warm meals.

The girls took the empty dishes to Netah and I slipped in to give the dishwasher a hug and a kiss. The wicked wench saw me coming and turned to clasp me against her ample chest, kissing me hard (and shoving her tongue into my mouth), while she groped my crotch.

"I'll come find you when I get horny," she promised, with a twinkle in her eye.

She clasped my cheeks in her palms, gave me one more smooch - this one the tender kiss of an adoring lover - and then swatted me on the ass as I made my escape.

Jasper and Norah showed up not too long later. The trader assured me that everything was going according to plan. He collected the money chest - and the other items we'd have trouble carrying past the guards - and added them to the wagon that was sitting just outside of the side-gates of the courtyard. He hugged and kissed his wife and then set off.

The girls and I already had our packs prepared of course - since we'd had to know what we were sending with Jasper - but we still went back through the place we'd lived for the last several weeks - double-checking that we hadn't forgotten anything.

Greta came out and gave us hugs and kisses. She thanked me, once again, for healing her (inside and out) and for all of the time we'd spent teaching her to be a better lover.

I still chuckled when the women of this world thanked me for fucking them. What an odd life - second life - I've been granted!

Once we were satisfied that the house was clear, we headed inside. I greeted Burl. I tried to give him money - or something (anything) - to compensate him for all of his trouble but he refused once again, declaring that - if anything - he owed us more than he could ever pay. He promised that we would always be welcome here. I warned him that the priests were probably going to come looking for us - and have lots of questions. He assured me that everyone - including Tessa - had been coached to simply reply that we'd woken up one morning and disappeared without any word on where we were headed next. I thanked him again and we stepped outside.

Martin was there to say goodbye. I clasped his hand and thanked him for all he'd done for us. I dug a small satchel of coins from within my waistband and handed them to him. He tried to refuse but I insisted, and he finally took them. The girls gave him hugs and cheek-kisses and then we headed off.

We passed through the market and picked up some travel rations and other things we might need - like canteens for the girls - as well as hats to ward off the harsh rays of the sun.

Norah guided us down a path to the eastern gates that I'd never taken before. Along the route, we passed what I could only assume was a slave market. There were a few males up for auction - but most were females who - when I examined them - didn't list owners.

My stomach turned and Norah caught my elbow to keep me moving. I gave the place one last nasty look and let her lead me away from there.

We'd walked several more blocks when I saw an ogre of a man who was leading a female who was heavily chained. Most females on Gaia were completely docile. I had never seen one in chains before - and I had not witnessed any person (male or female) in such heavy chains as these. Even resistant women normally needed little more than solid ropes to keep them contained. This was highly unusual.

My eyes ran over the bedraggled, dirty, bruised, scarred, injured, and bleeding golden-haired blonde. She was actively fighting against her bonds, glaring at the back of her captor. She could barely keep pace with him, however, because of the leg-irons that weighed her down.

"Pamela Barons?!" I gasped.

I examined her.

[ Pamela ]

[ Knife Fighter - Level 24 ]

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed.

No female I'd ever inspected had held a fighter or warrior's title. I was positive that - somehow - this was my old classmate. She was, obviously, being dragged off to the meat-market.

This was the one woman on Earth that I had vowed that I would confess to - and give her my virginity. It had never happened before we graduated high school and - when I had died in that lightning storm - that had ended any chance of it EVER happening.

She was still not the prettiest woman in the world - even less so in her current state - and yet I admired her, cared for her, and wanted to save her - not for myself - not simply because I would fight for any female in bondage - but - most importantly to me - because she was the first person I had met who might be from my old world - and I couldn't stand to see them in chains.

I wasn't sure that I had spoken her name aloud, but she was looking at me. Distracted, she was nearly pulled off-balance as her captor yanked her forward.

The huge, heavily-armed man looked back to see what the problem was - and spotted me looking at his prize.

"How much for this one?" I asked him, trying not to sound overly-interested.

Whether Pamela recognized my voice from Earth - or what - I didn't know - but her eyes widened. I tried to shake my head 'no' at her without the slaver noticing. I failed.

"Two gold," he snarled, grinning wickedly.

I looked at him and laughed, "It'll take a gold to get a healer to patch her up. She looks like shit. I think I'll just follow you to the auction and take my chances. I'm betting I don't have to go higher than 10 Coppers. I'll give you 2 Silvers and 5 right now and save us both the time and trouble."

The slaver stared at me for a long moment and then nodded.

I relaxed a bit and fished a small satchel out of my waistband. I began digging out the coins to pay him.

"On second thought," the brute snarled, dragging my eyes from my coins back to his face. "I think I'll just be done with the bitch. You're right. She is more trouble than she's worth."

The slaver pulled his sword from its sheath, took a step towards Pamela, lined up his cut with her neck, and swung his arm back.

I Blinked forward and placed myself between Pamela and her executioner.

The warrior froze for a second at my sudden appearance and then grinned wickedly. He swung the sword - aiming for me now - and not for the woman behind me.

I simply glared at him.

As happened the last time I was attacked like this, the weapon got within an inch of my body and then simply disappeared.

[ Hera's Mercy ]

[ You have placed the life of another above your own. Hera honors your willingness to sacrifice yourself on behalf of another by simply removing the threat that has been raised against you. ]

The warrior's arm finished the stroke - slapping against his other shoulder because all of the expected resistance had suddenly disappeared. His eyes widened for a moment and then he reached to his belt and yanked out a dagger whose blade had to be a foot in length. He flipped it so that he held the blade in his fingers and then reared back to throw it at me - aiming the thing at my chest - and likely my heart.