“Hakaru…” Netorare breathed, allowing her robe to fall to the floor.
Even though I had been with many women at this point, Netorare wasn’t just another woman. She was a goddess, and her beauty seemed to know no equal. It wasn’t that Kira, Akiko, or Maria weren’t beautiful woman, but the goddesses always had something extra. They had a certain degree of perfection, of divinity that seemed to flow out of them. Her body was perfect and smooth. Her nipples were pert and lush. Her legs were smooth, and her pubic region had just a small strip of hair. Yet, there was absolutely no evidence of shaving or shave bumps. Her hair grew exactly where it needed to be.
The differences between her and Netori were minuscule, but the more I familiarized myself with the two women, the more easily I could tell them apart. Netorare was just a bit shorter and just a bit pudgier. She had a more innocent feel about her, but at the same time she felt more resilient like she had experienced more heartbreak. It gave her an aura of desperation and loneliness that made someone want to hold her, where Netori came off more like an aloof firecracker.
“Believe it or not…” Netorare said shyly. “I’m not that knowledgeable when it comes to this body.”
“This body? What do you mean by that?” I asked.
I remembered that Netori had spoken that way a few times before as well. She had implied that her body wasn’t her own.
“I’m a goddess.” She explained. “My true body sits outside your comprehension. If you were to see it, your eyeballs would probably melt.”
She giggled. “Well, my form isn’t as glamorous as it once was. That’s a trait of the strongest of the gods. For me, you’d probably just see a blinding light. It’d be like looking at the sun if the sun was so beautiful that you couldn’t look away no matter how much it hurt. This would include blindness, of course.”
“So, you end up using that body?”
“Mm!” She nodded. “I found a girl who is devoted. It would often be a shrine maiden or the like. We’d ask them to lend us their bodies, and after they agree, we’d take over their body and use it as our own. They go to sleep, and we’re free to walk amongst mortals until we finally return to heaven.”
“And they… agrees to this?”
“Why would you refuse a goddess?” She cocked her head to the side.
“And what about you? So, did you just pick one of a three devoted sisters?” I mean, all three of you look the same.”
“Oh?” Netorare’s eyes widened for a moment. “My face is my face. It’s the face I’d like to be perceived as. It’s an illusion, well, I wouldn’t go that far. It’s more like we’re using her body, but we’ve projected our proper forms.”
“W-wait… so there is a different girl under there?” I said in a fluster, “A girl with a different face?”
She nodded and suddenly her body changed. She was still pretty. It was a completely different naked high school girl in my room. She had lighter hair which was cut short and was a bit squat. However, her butt was nice and round and her body was extremely sexy, although not in the same shocking way as Netorare’s perceived form.
“She was a schoolgirl at an all-girls religious academy.” She spoke, her voice unchanging from her previous form.
Furthermore, the expression she gave off didn’t change either. Despite her face being a different girl, her facial movements and the way she held herself remained the same. It was clear that deep down, it was still Netorare there.
“Wait… so Netori… she’s also…”
Netorare’s perfectly godly form restored and she nodded. “Yes, all gods must use a vessel when dealing with mortals, even our own champions.”
“So, when… when I had sex with Netori… with you…”
Netorare chuckled. “That’s right, you deflowered a poor innocent girl whose body we control! You’re such a bad man, Hakaru!”
“Oh, don’t give me that look.” She laughed. “As I said, these women were happy to give their bodies in the service of a goddess. In exchange, they receive our blessing. They are protected from various curses, resistant to diseases, and have long lives. It is that kind of thing.”
“Wait… a blessing of a goddess? My mother also has a goddess’ blessing. It kept me from using my abilities on her. Does that mean… as far as my mother…”
Netorare shrugged, “Probably? There are other ways to gain a blessing. For example, some male gods will have sex with a mortal woman. If she pleases them or they get her pregnant, they may also bless her. It’s likely some time in your mother’s youth, a god or goddess used her body. They don’t usually remember the event. We goddesses clean up our messes.”
“Gods can have mortal babies too? Is this like Hercules and stuff? Demigods?”
“Grrr… you have a naked girl in front of you and you want to talk about family?” Netorare put on a pouty face. “To be clear, it doesn’t work that way. A god or goddess isn’t born. They’re made. We are a reflection of society and its people, and society is a reflection of us. Do you understand enough?”
She looked really agitated now. I didn’t mean to ignore her, but Netori had always been vague and lacking in information. It was intriguing hearing more about exactly what gods were. Information as simple as what is a goddess is pretty important to know when I was needing to fight against their champions.
“I’m sorry…” I said, reaching out and touching her cheek. “You really are very beautiful.”
“Hmph! You think I don’t know I’m beautiful!” She snorted, but even as she said that she closed her eyes and pushed her cheek against my hand.
I pulled her into my embrace, hugging her naked body tightly. Netorare seemed to be happy letting me lead the way. I thought she was supposed to be helping me become a better lover, but she wasn’t taking the initiative at all. Perhaps the only training I was getting was how to keep my wits instead of pushing her down, considering her looks were so appetizing.
Our lips found each other, and I breathed in her sweet godly smell. Her lips parted for me, and I sent my tongue on an expedition past her plump pink lips. Her body felt perfect in my hands, and a part of me grew scared that I didn’t deserve this kind of goddess. However, after everything I had been through, I wasn’t the same scared little boy who tried to hang himself.
Of course, back then, I had pushed down Netori, but that had been more because of the atmosphere. Netori had led the way, and I had been desperate, angry, and confused. I understood what Netori meant when she said that it was meaningless sex that didn’t earn me all that many points. It didn’t invoke any emotions of trust or love. It was done out of need and desperation. In fact, the first time I pushed down Netorare, back when she decided to pose as Netori, it had a similar feel to it. Only this time did it feel like I was truly opening up to a goddess, and in turn, she was opening up to me.
Our bodies fell back onto my bed. My hands began to roam her naked body, appreciating the soft warm skin even as my tongue tasted her sweet saliva and clashed with her smaller, more dexterous tongue. Her fingers worked on removing my clothing too, and soon our naked bodies were holding each other. I wasn’t lewdly toying with her chest or slapping her ass. Rather, I felt something far more intimate, the need simply to feel her naked body against my own.
“Mmmm… MM!” She moaned into my mouth, even as we still kissed each other hungrily.
She spread her legs open for me, and everything seemed to line up without any fuss, almost like it was natural for our bodies to merge together in this manner.
“Rory… are you sure?” I asked after pulling my lips away from hers.
She smiled sadly, “It has to be you, doesn’t it? You’re our last hope. Please, put it inside me, and take what should have been yours the first time.”
“Hmm?” I furrowed my eyebrows, not sure what she meant.
She smiled, stroking my arm lovingly. “It may be my sister who chose you, but it is I who gave herself first. Tell my sister that I am no coward. Tell her… I’m all in.”
She reached and grabbed my ass, pushing me up, and forcing my dick into her. She let out a moan as she was pierced for the second time with my dick. Immediately, she began using her hips, rocking my cock inside and out of her enthusiastically while squeezing my behind tightly.
“Netorare…” I gasped.
“Ahh… yes… like that…” Rory smiled. “Keep going. Take me, champion. Take your goddess!”
With her encouraging words, I began to pick up the pace, thrusting into her wet, tight cunt with vigor. She felt incredibly good. Every part of her felt amazing. I sucked on her neck while our sexual parts continued to slap together rougher and rougher. With the body of a goddess, she really was enough to drive me crazy.
“Yes… yes… keep it up.” She moaned, biting my ear. “Please, Hakaru… please… take me…. Take all of me. I’m yours.”
I graciously continued to take her harder and harder, holding tightly to her soft, perfect skin even as it formed blemishes under my fingertips. I was plowing her wet cunt hard, and combined with the perfect sounds, smells, and feel that was the goddess under me, I couldn’t last another moment.
“I’m cumming!” I cried out.
“Yes… do it, take it!”
I thrust into her like a piston, and it was only as I looked down at her writhing body that I noticed she was starting to glow. When I lost my seed and started to cum inside her, her body similarly exploding in a blinding light.
“Ahn… yes! Take it!” She cried out.
I stopped thrusting, plunging my dick deep in her womb as I came uncontrollably, but I also had to shield my eyes from the extreme light she was letting off. I couldn’t even understand what was happening. I felt an extreme warmth flood into me. It was almost like her entire body which was under me suddenly could wrap around every inch of me and fill me with warmth and sexual satisfaction through every cell of my body.
“Thank you… Hakaru…” her voice didn’t come from under me, but from right in my ear. “Please watch over me.”
The light suddenly went out as quickly as it had started. I collapsed on top of Netorare. I was gasping for breath. The feeling had been out of this world. I could still feel her body under me. Her tight pussy still had my dick in it, and I had just blown a load of cum inside her. That moment of being carpeted in light felt like it had been an illusion.
“Mm… ah…” Netorare started to shift and move under me groggily.
I stroked her face, kissing her lips.
“Mm!” She made a noise of surprise, suddenly, she started moving, as if she was trying to get out from under me.
I pulled back. “What? What is it?”
My eyes still had trouble adjusting to the relative darkness of the room, especially after that extreme light, but as the dark patches faded away, I saw a girl under me. It wasn’t Netorare at all, but the form she had shown me a few moments ago, the schoolgirl. Her eyes were open and her expression was completely unlike any I had ever seen on Netorare’s face. In fact, she looked like she had no clue who I was.
However, there was one thing we were both aware of. We were both naked, and I was inside her. The girl began to scream.