Framework of the Frontier, Sain Artwell [read me a book .TXT] 📗

rule over astral seas of such vastness that no mortal may comprehend. Powers they grant should flow at a constant stream and not be this dry trickle, which you possess. Have you considered that perhaps you may not be bound to this ‘God’?”

“Every day.” William snorted.

“It was no jest William.”

“However, remember that his prayers do trigger blessings.” Ember looked up from her notes of the Primordial Dungeon, which she had been marking and studying diligently in hopes of clues that might aid tomorrow’s dungeon delve. Laying on her tummy, her curvy tanned ass looked damn perfect. “And, he does possess divine energy.”

“And of this you are certain? Consider the possibility that the energy you saw as divine is merely the unfiltered substance of the Dreaming: Azathoth, quintessence, oneiroi, mana. Any number of magicians may tap to it.”

Ember squeezed her quill, shooting Rulu a tight-lipped frown. “I considered it. I may not be an expert on the divine, but I’ve honed my Sorcerer’s Eye on all things mystical in the museums of the Adamant Archive. I know the difference between mana and divine essence.”

“And yet, his soul is not bound to any deity. How then, can he wield divine powers?” Rulu’s question left Ember in a state of miffed pondering.

‘A thimble of God’s Blood.’

The thought hit William like yesterday’s truck collision. Groaning, he slapped his face in shame. He’d picked the trait in a rush and assumed it was a passive boost. However, if his powers were changed to align to the rules of this reality, ‘a thimble of God’s Blood’ might well be something completely different from what he’d written down in the character sheet.

“I…” William tried to interrupt the academic wizarding debate of the two girls. “Hey…” They kept on ignoring him. “Hey…” He frowned, stepping over to Ember and giving her wobbly rear an open palm smack that slided into a grope.

Her words ended with a yelp. “Will! I was talking.” Ember shot him a quickly blushing glare as his fingers continued over the round voluminous thighs. An aching sigh rolled from her lips when he touched a hot spot. “Mnnn… That’s low of you.”

“Yeah, sorry. I was thinking, what if I am a god or part god?”

Rulu let out a loud cackle-snort. She swam to the shore and rose from the sea, dribbling water across her petite curves. “With all due respect, you believe that realms are round. This does not fill me with confidence in your understanding of magic or deities. Also, why is she receiving all the attention?”

Ember’s ass pushed ever so slightly against his touch. The hot spot grew wet and not with sweat. “It’s true. Will, your understanding of reality is… somewhat misguided to put it gently. But don’t you worry. Between me and Rulu, we can figure this out for you.”

“Humor me. What if?”

”Hmm… Well. If you were a god, you would probably know it, but if you were a demi-god however…” Ember’s tail twitched when her ass moved to poise his fingers for penetration. She bit down an approving moan “Mmnh. That. That is possible. In theory it would fit. But, no way. No way? You’re part-god? Who are your parents?”

“Well, a dead truck driver and a bible thumping hag. I obtained a thimble of God’s Blood by writing the trait down on my character sheet before coming here. Yeah… I know. I know, don’t give me that look. It is the truth, I swear. What would it mean though, if I was a demi-god?”

Ember let out a thoughtful moan. “It could explain your struggles with harnessing divine powers the way a typical mortal does. A divinely linked mortal, according to Nibirian knowledge, works as the conduit of a deity’s power. Stories speak of God’s empowering their champions for hours, days, even months of endless battle. However, if you were channeling your own power, and were a demi-god, you would be drawing from a much more limited well. Rulu, correct me if what I’m saying is wrong.”

“You were correct in what you spoke. Demi-gods occupy both the Dreaming and the realms of mortals. Their potential to shed their mortal soul and obtain true godhood, thus ascending above the influence of their mortal enemies, has led to R’lyeh eliminating all they came upon. Or so said the elder aboleths.” Rulu knelt into a small ball by William’s side, pouting jealously at Ember’s currently kneaded rear. “Disregarding the ludicrous claims of your origin, confirming whether you are a demi-god or not is a simple matter, if Ember indeed senses divine energy. If you are divinity in flesh and not merely a channel of a deity’s power, your seed too will be suffused in divine essence.”

“That is…” Ember tapped her lips. “That is actually a brilliant idea. Rulu, you’re a genius.”

“Indeed I am.” Rulu pointed her smug face to William as she descended on all fours, crawling to rub his cock with her face through the fabric.

“Will, you can put it in,” Ember pressed her ass into his hand.

Rulu however was already on him, peeling off his underwear with her teeth. Her long tongue wrapped around his cock and balls, guiding the tip past her lips. “The idea was mine, thus the dick belongs to me.”

“For science.” William groaned, leaning back to enjoy the ride.

Rulu’s brow quirked. “For what?” She leaned in, quickly sucking up the whole thing into the tight wet clench of her throat.

“Don’t mind him. Hey! That’s not fair.“ Ember scampered up, pushing against Rulu to make space between his legs. The heavy jiggle of her tits captured William’s eyes for a moment between Rulu’s trip down his shaft. Even when she pulled out, her prehensible tongue remained wrapped in wet twitching hoops, maintaining a pleasurable pressure from tip-to-hip.

Words drooled from Rulu’s lips in a lewd gibberish. William had no idea what she said.

“No way