She smiled tenderly, then turned serious, like a teacher about to test a student.
"The quality of one’s soul determines the power they can wield. The shape of one’s soul determines its quality."
I kept my hands busy on her ass as she spoke, slipping my fingers between her cheeks, teasing the rim of her hole, making her moan even as she lectured me.
"A soul that looks like wisps of mana bundled in a blue ball — that’s the weakest. We call it a Mortal Soul. People with Mortal Souls can only use basic skills: a simple fireball, a weak heal, a small shock blast, and so on."
She spoke, and I listened, though my fingers played with her body shamelessly. I circled her asshole, squeezed her ass so tight her whole body trembled against me, and she moaned into my ear while still managing to continue her lesson.
"Next up are Star Souls. They’re a step above Mortal Souls. Star Souls are divided into nine ranks. A one-star soul can cast a larger fireball or a stronger spell. But a nine-star... a nine-star can bend weather, call down lightning, tear open the ground, split the sea. They can change the tide of war singlehandedly."
"Above Star Souls come Moon Souls. People with Moon Souls have the potential to become demi-gods."
She leaned down, her tits brushing my face again, her breath ragged from both seriousness and the lust I ignited in her.
"And above them are people like me. People with Sun Souls. People with Sun Souls can achieve divinity and become gods."
I couldn’t stop myself. I blurted out the question burning inside me. "What about my Black Gold Soul?"
She looked at me like I was both precious and dangerous as she explained,
"A Black Gold Soul looks like a black carpet sprinkled with stardust. The black represents the infinite stretch of the universe. The specks of stardust are everything inside it. A Black gold soul represents all possibilities. It is the only type of soul that can adopt any type of superpower. Right now, your Black Gold Soul is like an empty shell. But once you start acquiring superpowers, you can form an arsenal no one in the universe could rival. You could be unrivaled throughout heaven and earth if you realize your potential."
My heart pounded in my chest.
"How do I acquire superpowers?" I asked.
"I have a tool that can help you with that." She twisted her wrist, and a glossy, round seed the size of a bite of fruit, shining faintly, appeared in her palm. "Eat it. It will grant you the means to acquire superpowers."
I took the seed from her palm and tossed it into my mouth.
[You have devoured a divine seed]
[A divine power will form inside you to suit your needs]
[You have gained the Ultimate Bliss System]
All the information pertaining to it appeared in my mind.
"What did you gain?" Agatha asked, curious.
"The Ultimate Bliss System," I said replied.
"What does it do?" She asked with the same curiousness as before.
"It give me Bliss points for stuffing pussies with my baby making batter," I replied vulgarly. "Bliss Points are currency. I can use them to buy the skills of all the woman I’ve creampied in my life. Say I indulge in the sacred art of Khushi with you. If I get enough Bliss Points, I can buy your skills, one by one, until I am able to use all the skills you know."
"Before I send you down to the mortal plane of Elysium, there’s one thing I must tell you. As Sir David’s champion you have the right to one wish from me. Any wish. Do you have anything in mind?"
Heat and a stupid grin took over me. I didn’t think twice before speaking, "I would like to fuck you." My words were blunt, hungry.
Her brows shot up. "What?" Agatha’s shock was real — and for a heartbeat I thought I’d pushed too far.
"Don’t tell me it’s not possible. If it’s not possible, I will make it possible." I cupped one of her tits hard, lifted it, and rubbed my face into the valley between them, breathing her milky scent in. My hands slipped lower, pinching her ass, pulling her hips to me until my cock was poking at the entrance to her valley.
It was only poking, threatning to slip in but not going inside, making her ache with need.
Agatha felt an intense need to be fucked, to have her pussy stuffed with his big hot dick.
"It’s possible. But I’m old enough to be your mother," she said, trembling with arousal. "You want to spend this precious wish to have sex with me? Are you sure?"
My throat tightened from raw need. I nodded vehemently. "I want to fuck you. That’s my wish."
"You really don’t know how to be greedy." She shook her head. Then she smiled. "Make another wish. I’ll let you have sex with me without wasting your precious opportunity for it."
"I’ll make my wish later," I said. "Let’s fuck first."