“Well, Gideon… You did make a pact with me, remember? I gave you the usual human fireworks and spectacle in exchange for… well, you. It’s not often someone deals with the likes of me, but I have to admit I’m very, very interested in seeing where this relationship takes us…”

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I

The Wizard Gideon sneezed. Travelling along what locals called “The Cursed Highway” always made his allergies act up with the sudden change in climate. The normally lush and serene forests of the Capitol quickly fell away into desert and almost unbearable sunlight, but at least it was only a few days of walking. Gideon was on the smaller side, in his 20s and nearly weighed down by a backpack that was over-packed with supplies, water and magical objects for his work. As his robes whipped around in the hot wind, his tomes and books around his belt occasionally fluttered, hissing or sparking in protest at being bothered like this. It was only the first day, and there wasn’t much on the highway until he reached the village at the end of the route… Camping was the best way to find rest, provided you found a spot that was clear of bandits or other creatures looking for an easy target. Sure, he had some magic, but the wizard would be the first to admit he was still learning- and at most could only summon a few parlor tricks. The village on the other side of the Highway, near the Orc territory, had rumors of having illegal apprenticeships, far away from the eyes of the Capitol and its own arcane academy. It was his best bet, since the other options where… no longer available to him.

As Gideon walked, each step felt… deeper. The sands felt the same, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of being slowed down. The sun shone as bright as ever, but something seemed different about it now. Before he had the foresight to turn around, it was too late, and he fell through the sands like water, rocks and pebbles whipping past his face while his tomes sparked in more irritation.

Boom. Gideon hit the ground with what he expected as a crunch, but instead of finding all of his bones broken, he found an impossible amount of lush fabrics and lace breaking his fall. In fact, it seemed every surface of his massive room was covered in comfortable fabrics, dim lanterns and plates full of fruits. Oh no.

Suranel. Gideon looked around wildly until he saw what he was dreading – Suranel, the deity of all worldly pleasures, sat before him. Sitting on top of a plush pillow and surrounded by quickly vining flowers, they looked at the Wizard with a knowing smile.

Gideon gaped at the sight. This is not what he needed right now. “S-S-Suranel… What are you-” He choked, trying to stand up on the very uneven layers of blankets and expensive fabrics.

“Well, Gideon… You did make a pact with me, remember? I gave you the usual human fireworks and spectacle in exchange for… well, you. It’s not often someone deals with the likes of me, but I have to admit I’m very, very interested in seeing where this relationship takes us.”

II

Gideon stared, wishing he was just about anywhere else but here. Suranel stared at him in return, unblinking as his mouth curled into another pleased smile. “Now, now Gideon… If I remember our last conversation, you asked for magic, power… All the usual human nonsense. What have you done with it in my name?”

Gideon swallowed. This really wasn’t the question he wanted to hear. Suranel was… an intense deity. Being the spirit of all earthly pleasures meant they lorded over anything and everything that felt good. Food, sex, houseplants, all of it had their fingerprint on it somewhere. “Well… I…” the young wizard stumbled, looking at his feet and trying to stand as confidently as possible among all the lace bedding. “I’ve been doing a lot of travelling, so I haven’t done much y-yet.” Suranel’s smile didn’t obviously falter, but looked like it lost a small bit of its luster for a moment.

“Have you at least been enjoying yourself? I thought all that magic I gave you would at least give you that. When’s the last time you made yourself feel good? Felt pleasure?” The word pleasure left the deity’s lips with rapture. Gideon considered rolling his eyes before thinking much better of it. “N-No I haven’t…” This was the sad truth. With all of his travelling and shyness, Gideon hadn’t been in bed with anyone, much less himself.

Suranel pursed their lips and stood towering over the Wizard as their arms crossed. “Well, that is why I came when you called. You’re one of the… most wound up humans I’ve ever met. I can’t let that slide in my realm.” With a snap of his finger, the deity procured a glass jar in his hands, empty, but glimmering with impossible sheen. “Let’s see if I can help you, hm? I’m sure there are temples that would be knocking themselves over at the chance!”

Before Gideon could ask what exactly that meant, he felt his entire body being taken over by an outside force – The feeling of immense, powerful magic shot down his spine like electricity, reaching his crotch and lingering there. The human couldn’t do much besides fall to his knees, quietly thankful the ground was so soft. Where he expected pain or agony, there was…. Something else. He could feel his body moving on its own accord, humping the air ahead of him. A soft moan escaped his lips, and he could feel his cheeks reddening. His cock, the thing he loved to ignore, perked up at attention and pulsed and pumped on its own. Suranel smiled, their eyes attending to the jar yet again, slowly filling itself with a milky liquid.

“Not bad, let’s keep going.”

III

Gideon moaned as he felt another load being squeezed out of his balls, his toes tensing as he tried to not lose himself to the barrage of sensations. Suranel seemed to enjoy it in some indescribable way, although for a god of pleasure this seemed exactly in his wheelhouse.

“Why don’t you let yourself feel good, Gideon? I don’t even have to use my powers to tell you that you are just as chaste as some of my brothers’ priests. It’s depressing.” Suranel sat back down, adjusting on the cushions as the bottle filled itself even further. The Wizard continued to stumble, not even able to form words as his body was overridden into continuous orgasm. He couldn’t ignore how good everything felt, but was this the way he wanted to act in front of a deity? Every attempt to clear his head was met with overwhelming pleasure.

“Nhhn…. Fu-fuck…” Gideon gasped, grasping at handfuls of plush fabric and lace as he hitched his legs into the ground to push deeper. The god of pleasure watched on, pouring the glass container of cum onto himself. “You’re an interesting Human, but like all magicians that make pacts you do need to keep up your end of the bargain.” They chided, giving a soft moan as they rubbed the pooling cum onto themselves. “What do you plan to do for me?”

Gideon could feel the presence loosen enough to let him form coherent thoughts again. With a gasping breath, he stayed where he laid, looking up at Suranel. He had to think of something. Anything. Getting on the bad side of any god or goddess would mean his existence wouldn’t last very long.

“S-Surnel” Gideon gasped, using everything he had to sound confident and not exhausted. “I p-promise to spread your teachings-”

“Tsk, tsk. Let’s try a little harder.” The deity responded flatly.

Gideon nodded, wiping his brow with a shaky hand. He could feel whatever cum not being magicked into the glass was steadily dripping down his legs and into his shoes. Something. Anything. What’s something this god wouldn’t refuse? “I’ll- I’ll open a temple in your honor! T-That’s also a brothel!”

Suranel stopped and smiled, their hands continuing to rub the cum up and down themselves after a moment of pondering. “Hmm… That’s an interesting idea coming from you, Human. Deal.” Gideon could feel the magic loosening up and found his footing again, looking over the deity with trepidation. Is he taking too much of a risk by doing this? Would people even care? What would happen, not if, but when, he failed?

“And, Gideon. As a show of good faith let me give you an additional blessing.” With a snap of a finger, the wizard was gone from the plush realm and careened back into the real world with a crunch (This time not softened by lace and blankets) Gideon blinked, staggering back and finding himself just behind the front gates to Porthcawl, the trading hub he had been trying to reach to begin with.

“A deal’s a deal. “A voice from deep within him echoed, with a bag of gold manifesting in front of the exhausted and terrified wizard. “Best start shopping for some property, hm? I’ll be visiting soon!”

Gideon sighed and moved onward to Porthcawl.