There were so many things I had not anticipated. For starters, it took 10 points a day to stay on the world so I was stuck up here until 10 metahumans reached level 10 at something. Cultivation was the most likely candidate. I looked at my assistant and started to understand why the Aphrodite or Sex Kitten assistants were used. Perhaps my standards were too high but a 5.5 appearance did not appeal to me at all.
The world began with 100,000 metahumans settling down in 5000 settlements throughout the world each with roughly 20 people. The settlements were all very primitive with huts made from rice stalks and mud. The culture had started as a cultivation heavy culture where strength dictated power. No concepts of nobility had yet emerged, and neither had sects or powerful families. Instead, villages cooperated closely and built tight-knit communities in order to survive and thrive. I was glad that settlement was caused by agriculture as almost everyone in the world was a farmer, domesticating the power rice. There were a few who purely hunted the rabbits that largely lived off wild power rice.
As I learnt about the culture, technology and people of my world I also explored the interface, asking my assistant all sorts of questions. I wanted to be able to influence my world, and not having the points to do so was driving me a little stir-crazy. With little else to do, I cultivated, manifested qi weapons and trained. Finally, near the end of that year the most talented of my people reached level 10 in cultivation. I received a whole 48 points, all of it within a few days.
I have to admit, it surprised me that I didn’t go right when I had 10 points, but I hadn’t really thought much about what to do when I went down to the world. I’ll admit I’d thought a lot more about who I wanted to do instead. I’d never been the best at that whole seduction thing and converting my fascination to action would require some work. I doubted it was the best use of points, in fact I was probably thinking with the wrong head when I committed to appearing on the planet.
You see, I’d been particularly fascinated with Clynaea, a blonde-haired blue-eyed vixen who lived in a northern settlement. At first, I just lusted for her looks but as time evolved my interest became more nuanced. I loved the way she would tell a story. That might sound like such a small thing, but spoken stories were the main form of art in the world, and Clynaea was quite the artist. When she told a funny story, everybody laughed in all the right places. When she told a sad story, it brought a tear to the eye. But my favourites were the ribald stories. She had this way of oozing sex while creating laughter that was hard to believe, you kind of had to see it. It just worked. I liked to think that had she lived on the old earth she would have been a comedian.
It also didn’t hurt that she was a hard-worker and one of the 48 to reach level 10 in cultivation. I appreciated talent after all. She farmed and hunted, and shared food with the less fortunate. One day she even went hungry to make sure all the children were fed. Her generous heart made me appreciate her all the more.
My approach left much to be desired. I simply appeared to her in the power rice fields. When I appear on the world, I teleport in a bright white flash of light, a powerful magic not yet existing on the planet. This proves my godhood, and is generally responded to with a mixture of worship and fear.
Thus, it wasn’t surprising that when I appeared in the power rice field, Clynaea fell to her knees and bowed her head. I wanted to take this woman I’d been watching almost for years right there and then, but I knew it would bode ill for any future relationship. Instead, I told her “Rise, Clynaea, I know you have been studying your cultivation and martial skills intently. I wish to test you.” I assumed a fighting stance, and adjusted my fighting to slightly higher than her level. Clynaea mirrored my stance but was quite tentative at first. She slowly became more comfortable and began to fight at her level. She was quite powerful to begin with and I could feel her improving as we fought. Her fear slowly turned to joy. Whenever she improved I upped my game forcing her to keep going to the next level.
As we continued fighting I developed a bit of a dilemma. I debated letting her off easily, but I knew her culture valued power too much to hold back. I lashed out with a powerful kick that knocked the wind out of her as she flew to the ground forcefully. When she recovered I could tell that she was in awe of my abilities. I was the strongest man she had met in a culture that valued strength above all else. We talked about the fight, and I discussed her weaknesses and where she could improve. Between the fighting and the analysis, she had gained a whole 2 levels in her unarmed combat skill, going from 7 to 9.
When the analysis was finished I moved the conversation to other topics. We talked about work in the rice fields, hunting rabbits and life in the village. I talked a bit about godhood, and my life in the god palace in the sky. I told her how I watched over the world and occasionally intervened in it. I admitted to this being my first intervention and Clynaea felt quite honoured.
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I told her that she was a remarkable and capable woman that I expected great things from. I could see her blush at the praise. Ever since the fight she had looked at me with desire, and I decided it was time to make my move. Not trusting my words, I simply leaned in and kissed her with all the passion of a man who’s been pent up for a year. She kissed back with all the passion of a woman in awe of a god. The kiss felt electric and I could feel the pleasure of it radiating through my body.
I pushed her from her seating position onto her back and pulled off her chest furs. Her ample bosom bounced delightfully as it came free. I examined her double D’s closely first visually, and then with my hands. I began to slowly tweak her nipples, preparing them for my mouth. I felt them harden under my deft touch while Clynaea began to moan. I took things to the next level and began to lick then suck. The experience sent warm feelings throughout my body and if her gasps and moans were any indication Clynaea was feeling something similar. My hands roamed lower, pulling off the remainder of her rabbit fur clothing. I brought my lips up from her nipple to her neck, kissing it strongly, then sucking. Clynaea really liked that feeling and opened her neck invitingly as if begging me to take more. I didn’t grant her wish, instead kissing once again, this time with her fully nude. I broke the kiss to look over her nude form once again appreciating her skinny waist, ample breasts, and child-bearing hips. I spread her legs as I wished away my clothes. I looked her in the eyes as I guided my divine member into her, penetrating her mortal folds. Sex after a year of abstinence was bliss. I felt her hymen tear, and saw tears come to her eyes. I struggled to hold myself back, waiting the minimum possible time for her to recover before I began to thrust more forcefully. Her body responded and I could feel her wetness coating me as I leaked precum into her delightful cunt. We kissed as I thrust into her like a man possessed. Her body responded further and her hips began to thrust to meet mine. I resumed teasing her hard nipples with delightful little flicks as with one hand as the other supported me on top of her. She moaned with pleasure. My exploring hand moved to her clit, and I rubbed her skillfully, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. My own orgasm wasn’t far off, my hard member appreciating the tight friction of her recently virgin cunt. I thrust my final thrust and buried myself to the hilt, shooting a load of warm salty semen into her unprotected womb. She came as I did, bucking and moaning with pleasure. I always liked women who were vocal during sex, and was excited she was one of them. Clynaea was the most beautiful girl I had ever fucked in any lifetime. I started to think I would really like this whole god thing. I then received a status alert.
You have impregnated a metahuman of your world. A successful pregnancy will give birth to one or more heroes and/or heroines. You have received 50 points for doing this for the first time.
I was happy with both outcomes. We washed up in a nearby river. I enjoyed running water over her delightful breasts and the look of her wet hair. I kissed her again, and felt the now familiar sparks. A second round of passionate lovemaking followed, our bodies tangoing underwater. Finally, we finished and cleaned ourselves.
We decided to hunt together, and I manifested my trusty spear. No, not that one. With the range advantage and my high martial prowess it was easy for me to thrust home, killing each rabbit with a single blow. I gained my first level in hunting quite quickly. Clynaea was perhaps more impressive, able to hit the rabbits barehanded. A single blow was sometimes enough, although occasionally it would take her two.
We carried the rabbits into the village, and prepared them for the midday meal. Clynaea used a sharp stone edge to skillfully skin and gut the rabbits while I preferred to manifest a qi knife. We both used qi fire to heat the meat, a fortunate blessing given that I hadn’t introduced wood to the world.
As villagers began to trickle back from their duties they were surprised to meet me. With Clynaea vouching for me, my position in the community was somewhat stable, although things turned awkward when she claimed I was a god. Not having any proof, made people very skeptical. Her parents in particular were very unimpressed with how she acted around me. We didn’t care. We fucked like bunnies the whole night. I even taught her how to give me a blowjob. Suffice it to say we slept very little. The whole experience was delightful, although I had mixed feelings about the trouble I was causing.
That morning a young man, Marcus, appeared to be staring at me with hatred. I supposed he had been wanting Clynaea. I wasn’t exactly a vengeful god, and didn’t feel the need to punish him. Things were tricky as I still wasn’t sure how often I’d return to Clynaea and my commands lacked a certain authority with the villagers thus far. I forgave their little insurrections, after all I wouldn’t believe I was a god either on the information they had. But after saying my goodbyes, I disappeared I a flash of light, vanishing back to my god palace in the sky. That changed everything.