[Chapter 3.3] - God’s Consort

Lusia was utterly embarrassed, with every part of her body that was visible red as the ripest of tomatoes. Likewise, the rest of the villagers were utterly stupefied, unable to understand what was going on. The girl’s father was likewise unconscious, having fainted from the shock.

Hehehehe. I cannot help but laugh as I watch. Aaah, really, it was such a nice thing. Sadly, there is still something to do before the real fun could commence though.

So I turn back around to the villagers and clear my throat. The sound that rings out brings others back to their senses, and they shift nervously. I could all but tell that they were all wondering if I still had some other shocking thing planned.

I did, but not in the way they imagined. My work here in the village still wasn’t quite done, and it is something better to deal with now instead of putting it off. So once more I stretch out my hands.

“There is still one last thing I need to do here. Each and every one of you, because of the blood sacrifice ritual you’ve all undertaken under the name of a false god, have been tainted by the World Serpent. Those of you who’d previously watched me deal with it with regards to my lovely Lusia would understand what I mean. This taint lives in your blood, slowly gorging itself upon your life energy.”

“It weakens you, makes you grow older more swiftly and reduces your ability to heal. It takes your energy, making you feel weak. It makes you less fertile, unable to reproduce. Those heavily tainted cannot even live to adulthood. Lovely Lusia was one such tainted. But each and every one of you is also tainted in the same way. So at this time I demand that each of you come forth onto this podium so I can heal you.”

I’m smiling, but my words are cold and without hesitation. The taint is an infiltrator, reaping lives and sowing death. Through it the World Serpent knows everything I’ve said, everything I’ve done. I’m not too worried about it in that regard, but if left to fester it could cause doom to the entire village.

I need these mortals though, so it is best to get it done and over with. After all, without worshippers how can a god flourish? Hehehe. At the same time, I’m going to use it as a teaching experience for Lusia. She, who now has access to my power, should be able to do the same as me with a little bit of practice.

I’d barely said the words before someone rushes up onto the high stone podium. It’s a kid, one of the boys who’d been in the group who’d questioned me about rather or not I’m really a god before. I don’t know his name, but I smile at him all the same and he is quick to grin back.

“I’ll go first!” The boy is fearless, which greatly pleases me. So I nod and hold out my hands toward him.

“Very well. Close your eyes, youngling. It will be quick, but not totally painless.” I say seriously, before I turn my head and look at Lusia. She’s looking at me with uncertainty on her face. I smile at her and motion her over.

“Come and watch. You now have the power to do it too, so this is your first lesson. I’ll let you feel my magic at work so you can attempt it yourself later.” I instruct gently, which brings her rushing over. She seems rather excited at the idea of being able to do magic.

I turn back to the kid and find that his eyes are clamped shut. He’s wearing basically rags, and standing there shivering. It is kinda cute. Heh. I crack a grin and start the process. The boy is tainted, but not by much, so it isn’t anything like how far I’d had to go with Lusia.

Within moments the taint is removed from his body, and I use my magic to capture the squirming black muck and float it into the sky above us, keeping it far away from where others are. It wouldn’t do to have anyone else infected by it.

After that, it is a mad rush by the rest of the villagers, but I instruct the kids to come first and get them done one at a time. Each of them grow stronger and healthier, and they all laugh and play afterwards in front of the podium. Even I cannot help but smile fondly at them. There’s a reason why I had so many children myself before.

After that, we move onto the adults, and this is where I start giving verbal instructions to my Lusia. I show her how to reach out and touch the connection between us, to summon the magic that she cannot yet feel from the world around her. Unlike normal mages, wizards, witches, or sorcerers, there isn’t enough magical density in the surrounding environment yet to support her.

But she is connected to me, and that allows her to draw magic directly from me. At first she’s unable to grasp a whole lot, cause it is far too much for her to control. That is fine however, as I show her how to take only what she needs and allow the rest of it to buoy her up at the same time. To increase her physical strength and energy while concentrating on the magic.

Being my consort does come with perks, and the fact that the magic flows so smoothly through her is one of them. Her touch is delicate, and she soon learns how to move the magic with a deft will. I help her guide that power properly as I let her test it on the villagers that come up, and soon she’s just as good as I am in regards of being able to capture and remove the taint from others.

I even show her how to gather it up and float the taint up and away, gathering it so i can destroy it in a bit. After that, the two of us are able to go through the villagers very quickly. Each and every one of them is cleaned up in minutes apiece, and I even have a couple of the villagers carry Lusia’s father up to be cleansed as well, even though he is still out faint.

By the time night falls, the entire village has been cleaned up, and are all healthier and stronger than they could ever remember. All of them are laughing and shouting, and soon enough the entire village is putting on a feast to celebrate. The words on their lips all echo my name as well as Lusia’s. The Great God Vex and his Consort, Lusia.

I make something like fireworks out of destroying the taint, pinching off bits of it only to toss it high into the sky over the village before setting it ablaze in various colors, overawing the gawking villagers below. I even go so far as to show Lusia this little generally useless trick so she can do the same. Hehehe. This girl truly does have a good knack at grasping my techniques.

Around the village square great bonfires are set up, and soon great helpings of freshly roasted meat and vegetables start making their way around. I eat my fill, of course, as does Lusia. As a god, I don’t strictly have to eat, but I do enjoy it. Most of the villagers had never seen so much food at once. Live was hard in the desolate areas, but here life was returning, so they decided to bring out their stored food to celebrate.

Someone even managed to bring out a barrel of some sort of sour alcohol, deciding that some drink would go well with the food. I try it, but it isn’t really up to my standard. Then again, I’m picky when it comes to alcohol. Sweet wines and honey mead tend to be my prefered drinks of choice.

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Lusia though seems to enjoy the tart drink, and soon enough she’s rather tipsy. It is amusing to watch her get drunk. Around this time her father wakes, and it takes a few of the villagers to explain to him what was going on. He naturally goes straight for the alcohol. Hahahaha.

Around midnight though the entire village is tired and grows quiet. One by one they start coming before myself and Lusia, who are still sitting on the stone podium to offer their prayers and thanks. Aaaaaah, receiving such worship is very nice. I could feel the twinkle of power they present to me. It is barely a drop of water in an ocean, but it is worth it all the same.

Only after giving their prayer of thanks does the villagers turn and go to their homes, happy and joyful. From upon high, I can hear them talking about their plans for the next day. They now have quite a bit of land to cultivate and herds to pasture out beyond the village walls. They no longer fear that death could come at any time.

I don’t dispel the notion, and instead send them off one by one with my blessings. It is just a minor thing, but my words mean a great deal to them. Lusia is pressed up against my side, her face red. Hehe. She’s really cute.

Only after the last of the villagers are gone does the village Elder come to greet me and his daughter, and offers us to stay in his house. That was a given, but it was nice of him all the same. He does admit to lamenting on losing his daughter though. The man is surprisingly blunt.

Lusia though curses drunkenly though, saying that if it wasn’t for me then she’d have died before ever finding a husband. I laugh at the two of them, and gently break up the argument that could be started. This settles the two of them down for me to speak.

“In ancient times, the father of the intended wife would give a dowry while the potential husband would offer onto the wife’s family something of equal value in trade. These are not those times though, so such traditions can be bent and even broken. We’ll be staying in the village a while longer to help you all get on your feet. I will not leave you all with nothing.”

That seems to cheer the village elder up, while at the same time making him go red in the face with shame. After all, what could he offer to a god? There is no suitable dowry available in the entire village. I’m not too worried though and wave it off even as I stand up and grasp Lusia against me, holding her against my chest.

She clings to my shirt and gives me a rather tipsy smile, even as I sweep her up into my arms in a princess carry and jump off the podium and back to the earth in front of her home. From there I carry her inside, as is proper, and go directly for the room she points out as being herds. It is barren and run down, but the straw bed is bigger than the one in the elder’s room, which I had changed in.

I gently lay Lusia on the bed, but before I could step away she reaches out and grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me back towards her. Her face is still red, and her breath is fast. She’s obviously drunk, but her eyes are still clear and sharp.

“You claimed me as your Consort, my god. You still have to prove it.” She says with a low, almost sultry tone. Then she leans up and kisses me. It isn’t a very good kiss, but her lips are soft and passionate. Hehehe. How could I not oblige?

Soon enough I’m on the bed with her, and she’s writhing and squirming under my hands. I hold her and caress her, and slowly work the thick, heavy and coarse villager’s dress from her body. Her skin is still pale, but is highlighted with the glow of life beneath, and is silky smooth and tender under my fingers.

Her breath quickens even more as she reaches up to run his fingers through my hair, even as she arches her back up to kiss me again, and this time I kiss her in return. I slowly work our lips to give her some good practice, and soon enough she gets the idea and even nips playfully at my lower lip with her teeth. Hehehehe. This girl is quite adventurous.

After that, we both left with not a stitch of clothing upon our bodies as we couple together, locked into a hot, wanton embrace. She’s shy and demure about her body, but also passionate and wanting. Her desire, coupled with the harsh alcohol in her veins gives her the fire to take things much further and faster than otherwise. To be blunt, I am quite pleased.

Okay, so having gone from the highest of gods, where any woman would almost always be willing to come into my bed, to being sealed for thousands upon thousands of years is one damned long dry spell. Not to mention my body, which is as virile and desirous as any teenager in the whole of the world could hope to be. I take Lusia there, in her own bed, and love the way her body feels both under my own and wrapped around me.

Damn, that woman already has some long, long legs and no doubt she’ll still grow even more with time. With her body bare though, I take the opportunity to taste everything she has to offer, which more or less drives her wild. Especially her breasts, which are already bigger than what I can cup in my hands. They seem to be especially sensitive to her, and she constantly arches herself into my hands when I play with them.

We alternatively play with both savage intensity and gentle passion, rocking back and forth in our mutual pleasure. Only as the sun starts to crest over the morning horizon do we finally sate ourselves with each other, and she collapses on top of me. Unlike her, I can consciously control my godly body, so I waited to reward her until the very last moment before giving her what she’d been begging for almost all night long. Heh. Once a village girl, always a village girl apparently.

The need to bare children is strong with her. I’m not too worried one way or the other though, so I don’t bother changing whatever fate may have in store. Still, I have no doubt that everyone could hear her frantic moans and panted words. Damn… This woman is a beast in the bed. Hehehehe. Even I didn’t expect that.

Still, I let her rest and sleep on my chest, one of my hands idly stroking through her hair. As before, I no longer really ‘sleep’, nor do I really want to at the moment. Why flitter away in the empty Shadow Realm when I have such enjoyment right in front of me?

Aaah, it is a tender, sweet moment in time. Which is sadly destroyed when a yell goes up outside the stone house. I frown, before gently pulling Lusia off of me and leave her laying curled up on the bed where my warmth was as I quickly dress in my trousers.

I step outside, finding the self-same group of guards that met me previously talking hurriedly with the village elder. Their whispered words are frantic and so erratic I cannot understand them until I’m right beside them.

“Well, what is it?” I demand, frowning in my displeasure.

“Lord! An army… an army lead by a Blood Mage has come!” The village elder finally speaks.