I woke up in a field of endless reeds spreading across a great ft pin. The area was spotted with small huts and people worked all around the pce. I could hear the ughter of children, not with nervousness but of… joy? My ears swiveled and turned in all directions as I listened for someone trying to sneak up on me. Straining to pick up any dangers.

  An ethereal voice came through the wind. “Aphelele…” I turned to look at the nearest hut. Children of all kin ran in circles, hoops and sticks wheeling across the ground. Small items that babes seemed fascinated by as they pyed with them. Where were their clubs? Their practice weapons? Not even a shield amongst them.

  Two adults stood with them holding hands as they called to the children ughing along with the sheer happiness of it all. A sense of confusion of why someone would treat children like that. Where was their discipline? Who would raise them like this, unable to defend themselves as adults?

  “You seem confused, Aphelele,” Came the most matronly and kind voice I had ever heard.

  I whirled on the spot backing up from the being that had so easily snuck up on me. They dwarfed me, I was only at their waist in height as I stared up. The woman had a great cow’s head with a headdress atop it. A grand golden circle shone in the sun as her garb was soft, flowing, and unfit for life upon the pins. “Who are you? Where am I?”

  The woman looked down at me with pity. “I am Hathor, Goddess of Pleasure and Love. I have come to see the children who passed before their time. To check on those I put in charge of loving and caring for the children for all eternity. I figured now was a good time to speak with you.”

  “You…” I pointed my finger at her standing with my back straight and my hackles raised. I grew furious beyond anything I had felt. “You have stolen my destiny!”

  The great woman waved a hand at me as if brushing something away and instantly my fury was washed away. I found myself feeling foolish and insolent in the face of a god. It would only take her a moment to snuff me out of existence. “Calm yourself Aphelele. We need to speak.”

  “I… I, what did you do?” I asked dumbfounded. I felt nothing of my passion or fire that had been in my blood all my life. My easy rage, the need for conquest all gone like embers in the wind.

  “We don’t have long for all these questions, I merely helped you along the way. Come, we can talk while I work.” The woman took a massive step forward but the ground did not shake. She moved with a grace no mortal could ever achieve.

  I ran after her as we got closer to the hut. I looked up and to my amazement the figure shrunk as she approached the children. They ran to her without fear of a god. She opened her arms and accepted them all in a great hug. I could feel something radiate off of them. Something that was dead inside me.

  “Aphelele, I did not steal your destiny. I have given it to you. The world needs a hero, one that spreads love and compassion but is strong beyond measure. It is a shame that you have awoken the power I put inside you in such a foul way. Your first actions as my champion were not to spread love and pleasure. You gave pain and took away the choice they should have had.” Hathor’s words sparked something I only felt when I lost a fight. Shame.

  “It is the way of my people. You chastise me for my own nature?” I had to know what I had done wrong.

  “The way of your people is what is wrong. You do not love, sure there is pleasure in what you do, carnal pleasure that is meaningless. My champion will need to know how to love, to bring a pleasure that is wanted by others. You will need to find a way to learn how to do these things. Without it you will die.” Hathor pushed the children away as they went back to pying and she brought her arms around the couple that watched the children. A gazellekin and buffalokin that stood together in a way that I had never seen.

  “If I am to be your hero then I should not be restricted in my growth. Release me so that I can become what my people need,” I demanded as I walked next to her. Everyone around ignored me as if I wasn’t there.

  “You must learn and repent. The kind of strength you would gain doing things your way would doom the world of the champion it will need. You will learn to be compassionate, kind, loving, and giving. Right now you are none of those things. You took your pleasure and gave pain. The only act of kindness you’ve ever done in your entire life was because it was demanded of you by your mother. You deserve far worse penalties than I have given you.” Hathor waved her hands and we were at the next hut. An elderly couple sat upon stools holding hands as they stared with blind eyes at a sunset they would never see.

  “How dare you judge me and my people. Montu has taught us these ways, yet you say they are wrong. You challenge another god?” I tried my best to step in front of the Goddess so she would stop and give me the respect I deserved but it seemed the very ground would stop me.

  “I spoke with him, we pyed a game over your soul. Montu was going to cim you and make you a warrior queen and it would have doomed the world. I need your strength, I need someone that can show pleasure to men and women. Someone that has been trained to be a warrior. I beat him in the game, I faced another god and earned you.” The confidence in her voice was palpable.

  “A game?! My fate was decided over a game?!” The embers of my rage stirred once more. Whatever she had done was fading, or burning away in my soul.

  “It is better than a war, a war in the god’s realm would shatter your little pne of existence. We found a way to work around it. Montu honored the deal and I awaited your ascension. I had hoped to catch you before you damned yourself to slow growth. You will have to work twice as hard as anyone else.” Hathor pced her hands on the two elder’s knees and they smiled in her presence. She morphed her face to that of a woman of unparalleled beauty. She pced small kisses on their cheeks and stroked them softly.

  I felt incredulous and shook with disbelief as my old forgotten nervous ughter started to bubble in my throat. My fate, decided by a game, all for what? “What do you want me to do?”

  “The world will be in peril, a group will need to rise above it all and save it. They will need a leader that they love. The group will need an unbreakable bond. The danger will come in five waves. It will change the world each time and it is up to you to get strong enough for it all. This is what I charge you with.” Hathor waved her hand once more and we were at the next hut. It was empty and devoid of life. “You have two choices now, Aphelele, stay here in the closest thing to paradise. Or, lead the way into a new world. Reform your people, go on a pilgrimage, and bring love to others.”

  “At least tell me how I can repent. Or just give me the ability to gain full experience points.” I looked at the empty hut knowing that if I went in there I would never wake up. I would be dead forever.

  “That will be a difficult task I’m afraid. You must make love to someone, not for power, not to repent, only for the sake of love. Only then can I remove the mark on your soul.”

  I felt trapped as I ughed, my anger and confusion warred inside me. Do as this god demanded or be snuffed out of existence. What choice was there? “I’ll save this world, but… when it is done. Will you let me go back to my proper ways?”

  “If you still feel that it is what the world needs after you have saved it I will not stop you. I will give you back to Montu, you’ll be free of my whims.” She said, her tone though spoke of a deeper meaning. One I wasn’t grasping.

  “Then return me, I’ll save this world. I’ll do it my way.” I stood defiant as Hathor waved her hand one st time.

  “One more thing child,” Hathor grasped my shoulder and ran it down my arm. She made herself slightly rger than me, making me look up at her. Her expert hands reached down and tugged my waist wrap making it fall to the ground. I felt confusion fill my mind as Hathor pulled her clothes off in one smooth motion.

  To say her body was divine would be understating it. Her curvy figure showed perfectly sized breasts, that stood perky denying the pull of the earth. Her nipples were rge brown circles slowly getting hard under my gaze. Her waist narrowed before widening into hips that would bear hundreds of children with ease. Her thighs were thick and soft, between them sat the god’s womanhood. It had thick lips smooth as silk, with one tiny triangle of hair at the top of her slit. Her legs extended down into lightly furred calves with hooves at the end.

  I felt drawn to her and couldn’t help but reach out and touch her soft flesh as I stepped towards her. My hands crawled up her stomach as she breathed in with a moan. I cupped her breasts and kneaded the flesh as my lips met the soft flesh of her sternum. Powerful hands cupped the back of my head and around my waist as I was pulled against Hathor. She guided me to her hard nipple and I took it between my lips, knowing she didn’t want anything rough but was testing to see how gentle I could be.

  I sucked lightly before flicking it with the tip of my tongue much to the delight of this goddess. A mouthful of cream flooded my mouth from her tits and it tasted sweet, thick, and like nothing I had ever experienced. I moaned at the fvor of it as I swallowed the thick milk down. I broke my lips from her gasping in a breath as strength filled my body and made my cock grow so hard it ached like never before.

  I wrapped my hands around Hathor and grabbed the supple cheeks of her ass in my hands and felt them sink into her delightful flesh as I put my lips on her other breast sucking on it seeking another mouthful of ambrosia. I was rewarded as Hathor grabbed my head and pulled me tightly into her tit. She moaned once more as I pulled the nectar of her body into myself as my eyes rolled back in my head. I gulped it down, the thick fluid of her body sliding down my throat.

  Soon there was nothing to pull as I was flooded with power. I pulled back my head staring into the sky as Hathor reached down my body stroking my breasts and stomach, walking her hands down my body before she gripped my cock. I moaned loudly as her hands wrapped around me.

  Hathor’s voice was husky and deep as she spoke to me, “Prove you want me. Pleasure me.”

  The world twirled and changed in moments and Hathor was lying down on a pile of pillows her legs spread for me. Her glistening slit on dispy as she stroked her cunt with her fingers. The sweet, salty scent of her flower drove my mouth to water as I approached and knelt between her legs, starting to kiss and lick her inner thigh. Hathor moaned low and deep in her throat and it sent shivers down my spine as something wrapped around my senses. It felt like a dozen hands caressing and stroking my favorite parts of my body. It was so hard not to lose myself in this sudden feeling.

  Focusing, I traveled up her thigh as I felt my own pleasure increase the closer I got to Hathor’s divine pussy. My cheek brushed against her wet womanhood and I felt a shiver run down my body. I took in the heady scent of her desire and felt my mind melt as I kissed the perfectly smooth skin around her pussy. I ran my tongue on it and as I teased her skin the phantom touches got stronger.

  I used one hand to spread her flower open and closed my eyes as I pressed my lips against her and extended my tongue into her folds. She tasted like the most delicious thing I had ever had. Perfectly sweet, just a little salty as I ran my tongue up her slit. The feeling of hands wrapping around my cock and stroking my pussy filled my mind as my pleasure was doubled. I pulled away looking up Hathor’s body.

  “I’ve never… considered pleasing someone like this. What should I do?” I watched her perfect tits rise and fall with her breath as one hand pressed against the top of my head.

  “Find my clit, it's where the base of a cock would be on my body. It's hard like a pearl, tease it, taste it, suck on it.” She rubbed her cunt on my face as I pressed my tongue hard into her folds. I pped at her like a hungry dog. I traveled up her slit until I felt the hard nub she was guiding me to.

  I circled my tongue around it teasing it like I would the base of my own cock with my fingers. I stroked it with my tongue with a gentleness I had never shown anyone. I flickered my tongue as Hathor moaned in deep pleasure and those phantom hands grew firmer on my cock and I could almost feel as if something was being pressed into my pussy, filling me as I moaned, vibrating her clit with my mouth.

  I gently sucked at her clit pulling on it as Hathor’s juices flooded out of her pussy in response coating my chin as I rubbed her pearl with my tongue much stronger.

  “Yes! That’s it Aphelele, Mmmmm. Fingers, put your fingers inside me.” Hathor called, her hand getting a fistful of my hair, pressing her hips more insistently against my mouth.

  I slid my hand under my own chin and pressed my middle and ring finger inside the divine tunnel of Hathor. I slid them in and out with a squelching of her need. I grew stronger with my tongue and sucked harder on the clit.

  “Mmmmm, that’s good. Pull your fingers towards your face. Feel for a rough patch of skin. Stroke it, press on it.” The phantom feelings grew much stronger as the pressure of my orgasm approached.

  I found that skin and as soon as I touched it my orgasm doubled in approaching intensity. I rubbed and pressed on it as I focused all my mind into pleasing the goddess. It took all of my willpower not to devolve into the intense feelings being around Hathor’s bare form was bringing out in me.

  Hathor’s walls squeezed my fingers as she quivered around me. Her thighs tightened, their soft flesh dimpling around me. Her scream of pleasure was silent as she began to cum. I could not hold back my own orgasm and soon I found myself erupting at the same time painting the ground with my cum as my juices flowed out of my cunt and dripped down my cock.

  She pulled my face from her, my eyes rolling from the most powerful orgasm I could ever imagine. My face was coated in her juices as she smiled at me benevolently. “You’ll need to know how to do that one day. Don’t forget about it.”

  I woke up in my hut. The soft sleeping form of Aphiwe against my chest as she breathed deeply nestled in the safety of my arms. I tried to bring up the rage I had felt st night but it was not there. I sniffed the child in my arms, she was going to smell like me in the morning, marking her as my own. I would bathe her in my scent and clean her up to come with me around the vilge.

  I looked at the unconscious pair on my fur mats. I had to show love, and compassion. How was I going to do that when I didn’t know what that looked like. Instead I would focus on bringing pleasure to others. I was a Padin of Pleasure and Love. I would just have to be one for now. Until I learned what love truly was.

  This path though, it would not be accepted by my people. If my mother found out what I had become, that I would not be the warrior queen she had spent her life raising, I would be cast out. I had never kept anything from my mother. I hugged the child a little tighter as doubt crept into my mind.

  I looked down at the fragile thing I had charged myself with. A runt, what would she think of what I had to do? Would she accept whatever love was? Could I show that to her? Something stirred in me already for the child. Something ancient and natural. I sniffed her more, the faint smell of mother still on her. A half sister at best.

  I told myself that I would try to love this child and show pleasure to the other two. That would please Hathor. It had to.

  What lie would I tell mother?

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