Irla looked down at her Unitox while they were flying, and then a smile spread across her face. Lance had been looking down, staring at the forest as it flew past, seemingly contemplating something.

Irla : "It feels so good Unitox..."

Lance's concentration broke from his thoughts, as he turned his head to glance upwards at the Arch-Angel of Chaos who was carrying him through the mid morning sky.

Lance : "What does Irla?"

At his quick question the beautiful goddess let out an enchanting giggle, as she turned her head to look downwards at him, her silvery hair flowing behind her.

Irla : "Many things. For a start, the knowledge that I have been useful for you... this alone fills me with joy and happiness. That's the thing...Emotions... They burn within me, igniting the once cold and immovable heart inside my chest. Can you hear it Unitox?"

She brought him slightly closer towards her, moving her arm ever so slightly and pushing his head towards her left breast, above her heart.

Irla : "My heartbeat... I have you to thank for my existence. You created me in your mind's image. I am your embodied subconscious desire, your brainchild of fantasy... Yet at the same time, I was nothing but a farce of your dreams. A husk if you would... I felt nothing, good or bad. Not fear, not compassion, nor love, nothing. I was so cold and isolated, undeserving of this life which you have given me."

Irla lifted him even more, bringing him directly in-front of her face. She paused her face a foot away, and slowed her flight, allowing them a respite from the rather loud wind.

Her hair, which had been plastered backwards due to the wind-force, drooped downwards, encasing their two faces in a silver veil of hair from the outside world. She smiled again, drawing him closer, within mere inches of her face.

Irla : " But that has changed now... As you gave me life, you have given me emotion. From happiness, to joy and hatred, fear and compassion... even the most complex emotion of them all..."

At that moment Irla leaned down, covering his lips with hers, much to his surprise. He stared at her, slightly baffled at the sudden forwardness. She took his head, brought it in closer, once more sealing his lips. For a much longer period of time. During this, he closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the moment.

Twenty seconds or so later, she released his lips. He opened his eyes to a strange feeling of wetness. Upon investigation he noticed that Irla was crying, just a few tears from each eye, but what accompanied them was not sadness, but a brilliant smile.

Irla : " Love... You have graced me with complexity beyond a simple bag of meat, or a mindless puppet.

She inhaled deeply, and a loving caring smile, full of life and Irla's realization of its beauty appeared on her face. She exhaled, and Lance was buffeted with warm moist air from her lungs.

Irla : "From you stems this life. So it is yours... "

Irla leaned down to kiss him again, embracing his lips for a few moments before looking down and taking a long look at the world around her. Tears of joy about the beauty of the world fell from her eyes, newly minted by the feelings given to her.

Irla : "From you stems these emotions... So they are yours..."

Irla : "From you stems this love, so it too, is yours...

Please allow me this however Unitox... If, by some twisted, bizarre, unrelenting twist of fate, I was ever detrimental to your cause..."

She paused, taking a large breath. Lance reached up, knowing what she would say, instead he gave her no option to say it, and simply kissed her back, lifting one of his arms to wipe her tears from her face.

Lance : "Be quiet woman and let me kiss you oh goddess of my dreams. Don't worry about the details, that is my job. I am but a complex man Irla. I honestly can't say if I actually believe all that is happening. For all I know I could be dreaming, for all I know, someone slipped some LSD in my food or my drink or however the hell you ingest that shit. As such, for all I know I could be lying passed out in a hospital bed somewhere."

Irla seemed a bit distraught by this and was visibly saddened by the logic that went into that statement, even if she didn't understand most of it due to the foreign wording, she still understood the meaning of the words used to an extent. She started crying again, this time for a different reason.

Lance just kissed her again, prompting a confused face to appear on Irla.

Lance : "You didn't let me finish.... This may just be some pipe dream, or I may be high or wasted. But who gives a shit. You are "the embodiment of my dreams" quite literally. Here I am, in a completely desolate world with the chance to become a god.

I can... Alter reality, make love to a goddess, have people worship me. What person would give this up? If I were to wake up in a bed somewhere I might just commit suicide from the lack of what could have been had I only stayed in this dreamland a little longer."

Irla hugged him with such vigor that they actually slightly shook in the air due to their low airspeed. Irla instantly corrected when this happened, but Lance just let out a nervous laugh.

Irla leaned closer to him, her face growing flush from her passing thoughts.

Irla : "You know Unitox... This body is unclaimed by a man. You need only say "yes" to my love and we shall make love..."

Irla's hand started edging closer towards Lance's crotch. Her face grew even redder as she did this, the blush expanding from her face all the way to the tips of her ears. Lance took one of his arms and carefully moved her hand away. Irla, seeing this, was extremely saddened, and cast her face downwards.

Irla : "Is that a "No" Unitox?"

Lance : "No, not at all... We are simply flying through the sky... Such a thing is essentially impossible at this speed. Lets just wait until we get back to the city for that..."

Irla gave a happy smile at his words, and then nodded, accelerating faster and faster eager to get to her destination as fast as possible.

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As they were descending towards the temple in the heart of the city, Lance glanced around the sprawling city, only to find a citizen here and a citizen there. He thought it was odd that his city was largely empty despite its size, and resolved himself to bump up his population with the extra points after acquiring a second goddess. He still had 2.9 million left after the six million he had used to evolve Irla twice.

He didn't know how much they would cost in comparison to the Goddess, but he didn't think it would be much.

Irla landed on the floor very softly, and was greeted by two bowing women. They were young and beautiful, and although one of them looked slightly older then the other they could both be considered to be young adults.

Lance : "Who are they?"

Irla kissed him, then smiled. She motioned towards the two women, and they came forward and started undressing the two of them.

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Irla : "These are your priestesses. They are in-charge of your faith. They serve me and you, while maintaining a position of power equivalent to the pope due to their direct interaction with us."

Irla stood still, as the older of the two priestesses slipped the dress off of her body, revealing her pale skin beneath. The revealed skin was flawless, not a freckle or mole anywhere, simply perfection in the sunlight at the top step of the temple.

The younger one moved towards Lance, bowing before taking his shirt off. She slid her hands carefully along his chest downwards, her breath hot against his spine. A moment later she slid his pants and underwear down, revealing the rest of his body. After a moment the two priestesses looked away, exaggerated blushes and movements by them as they faced the exact opposite direction from his nude body. Irla giggled as he vainly tried to cover up out of an ingrained societal feeling of shame. She walked towards him, moving his hand gently out of the way of his genitalia, embracing him in a kiss as her bare breasts pressed forwards onto his chest. The two

Irla : "Relax Unitox. You are among loyal worshipers here. Instead of ridiculing you for your exposed body they would rather revere it and praise it, burning the image into their minds so that it may comfort their bodies on lonely nights. You may look on at my Unitox for you are his priestesses. Remember my generosity mortals, and serve him well."

The priestesses nodded at that, then turned back to stare at Lance's body in wonder, engraving the sight into their minds. Their hands slowly started to descend towards their nether regions as their minds wandered.

Irla grabbed Lance by the arm, leading him into the temple and leaving the two masturbating priestesses to themselves.

Inside the front door of the temple was a long hall, with Greek architecture. It had large twenty meter tall pillars on either side of it, leading to a large statue on a massive throne at the end of the room. Lance looked at the statue, noticing it was himself, and then looked around in awe at the majestic building before him.

Inside the main hall, off to the sides of the columns were gardens with fountains, and some seating areas. It looked more like a public park then a temple, save the walls and the holes in the ceiling to let in light. After a moment in a daze, he was awoken again by the giggling Irla as she moved towards the statue of him.

Below the fifty meter tall stone statue was a normal sized double door seated in the exact middle of the throne. Irla opened it with no hesitation at all, and it revealed a long corridor with 4 doors on either side. Each one was spaced out equidistantly, separated by several dozen meters.

At the end of this long hall, was a set of golden doors, three meters tall and five meters wide. Their exterior had carved patterns on them making them look extremely important. Irla lead him towards this door, the slightly cooler air touching their exposed skin.

Again, once they reached it she opened it with no hesitation at all, revealing a large garden at the direct center of the temple. There was a hole in the ceiling letting in light, illuminating the room. In the center, under the hole, was a large circle, surrounded by water on all sides. Off to the sides of the room appeared to be standard living supplies. Towards the back, past the hole in the ceiling, couches, seats chairs tables and a large bed could be seen.

Irla lead him towards the bed, a giddy feeling surrounding her as if she could hardly contain her excitement.

Irla lied down on the bed, her entire face red, and spread apart her legs. She was gasping for air at the sheer adrenaline pumping through her. Of all of her newly acquired emotions which she was struggling to control, one was screaming at her to get something done.

Irla : "Please... Take me..."

Lance was pulled down onto the bed, and landed with his face just inches away from Irla's. He laughed a bit, giving a smile then rolling over on-top of her.

Lance : "Ok..."

That was all he said before making sure everything was in order.

He reached down with his hand to make sure that she was prepared, only to find a veritable ocean below, at her second mouth. He looked at this chaste girl in bewilderment.

Irla, seemingly innocent, just leaned in to kiss him. Once that was done she whispered into his ear seductively.

Irla : "All this time, since I received my emotions. This moment was all I could think about..."

She raised her hips, shoving them into his fingers, then sliding herself downwards to rub herself on his leg.

Irla : "You are everything. This moment is the most important moment of my life so far... Please... I am prepared... take me..."

Lance didn't know what he was waiting for, so he aligned himself and slowly started to move his hips forward. He felt a strong force resisting his thrust, as Irla let out a gasp of pain. He paused his thrust for a moment, letting her catch her breath. Tears were running down her eyes.

She looked distraught that he had stopped, and soon embraced him, drawing his face towards her chest.

Irla : "Please, don't stop.. These are tears of joy, not pain. Pain I can cope with, as I am specialized in combat. Joy however, is new to me. I do not know how to contain something which feels as though my chest will explode into millions of pieces simply because my body is too small to contain this monumental happiness. So, please... proceed..."

Lance thrust once more, giving it more force then before, as he slowly proceeded, savoring that feeling of deflowering a virgin. Irla's tears and cries grew slightly stronger for a second or two before the force disappeared and a slight red trickle appeared below them, staining the sheet crimson. Irla started laughing, her girlish voice filling the empty room. She then, while they were still connected below the hips, pushed Lance backwards onto his back. She tensed her legs, causing her to rise upwards, pulling herself almost off of his divine instrument, before letting her leg strength go and watching Lance's face as pleasure overcame him.

Irla continued working her legs for a while before Lance's face twisted with pleasure and he ejaculated inside of her. She was extremely happy when she saw slight white stuff trickling out of her nether region. She took the trickles with her finger, and popped them into her mouth. Savoring the taste, before pulling herself off of his now limp cock. She layed herself down beside him, pulling his head gently into her breasts. He gave a content sigh as he drifted off into a nap, slightly tired by the events that had happened already today. As Irla watched, an extremely brilliant smile on her face.

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Alright, hope you liked it... I have been busy the last few days with an eagle scout project, so I haven't had time to upload. The next chapter shall be following Irla :D :D Look forward to it later today probably (Depends on how long painting stuff takes...)