The air still hummed with magic, but the raw, wild sensation of our landing had subsided, replaced by a cool, earthy breeze. As I lay spent beside the Goddess, her body a beautiful testament to our shared transit, a faint shimmer appeared in the dewy air before us. From the ethereal glow, simple objects materialized: two sets of rough-spun garments—what looked like old villager uniforms, complete with sturdy boots—a small pouch clinking with coins, a rolled-up parchment map, and a sturdy, unadorned short sword for me.
"A welcoming gift, it seems," I muttered, pushing myself up. "Or perhaps a gentle nudge from whatever cosmic force brought us here."
Amelia, still panting slightly, stared at the items, her clone body remarkably resilient despite the shattering climax she'd just endured. "Clothes," she breathed, picking up a tunic. "How... quaint. And this sword, my lord, does it hold any enchantment?"
I examined the blade; it was plain steel, well-balanced but lacking any discernible magical aura. "No enchantments, Goddess. Just cold, hard steel. Likely meant for a common warrior." I then unrolled the map. It was crudely drawn but surprisingly detailed, depicting topographical features, forests, rivers, and small settlements. A faint 'X' marked our current location—a vast, barren grass field, miles from any civilization.
"Looks like we're in the middle of nowhere," I grunted, tracing a path with my finger. "Nearest settlement is a village, a few days' walk at least. We'll need to move."
We quickly dressed in the coarse uniforms. They were ill-fitting and scratchy, but provided essential cover. Amelia, even in the drab fabric, possessed an innate grace that made the simple tunic cling to her curves in a way no ordinary villager's ever could. She looked less like a goddess and more like a spectacularly well-endowed farm girl, a disguise that would serve us well for now.
"Come," I ordered, slinging the sword across my back, the pouch of coins at my hip. "Let's find our way."
The journey was long, punctuated by the strange sights and sounds of this magical world. Luminous flora pulsed with soft light, and the distant cries of unseen, mystical beasts echoed through the air. Amelia, though stripped of her true power, moved with an effortless elegance, her senses acutely aware of the subtle magical currents around us. She was still my goddess, even if she carried a whisper of her former might.
Finally, after two days of relentless walking, a faint plume of smoke curled into the sky. As we approached, the outlines of a small, fortified village emerged from the mist. It was enclosed by a sturdy wooden palisade, with two figures standing guard at the main gate.
As we drew closer, I noticed the guards were men, burly and armed, but their posture was surprisingly relaxed, almost subservient. And then I saw her—a woman, standing between them, observing our approach. She was ripe and mature, her figure full, her eyes sharp and assessing. She carried herself with an unmistakable air of authority, a quiet confidence that emanated from her. This was no mere village elder; this was a Matron-Mage, however minor. The village's leader, I presumed, and a living testament to the "MILF Magic" rule.
We halted a respectful distance away. "State your business, travelers," the woman called out, her voice clear and firm, carrying easily across the short distance.
"Seeking shelter and provisions, ma'am," I replied, my voice deep, carefully calibrated to be respectful but not submissive. "We are weary travelers, lost and seeking a safe haven for the night."
She scrutinized us, her gaze lingering on Amelia for a moment, then on me. There was a flicker of something in her eyes as she looked at me—perhaps curiosity, or something akin to disappointment quickly masked. She then nodded. "Payment is two silver for entry, and accommodations can be found at the 'Glimmering Hearth' inn."
I paid the silver, my meager coin pouch feeling lighter. We passed through the gates, the two male guards barely acknowledging us as we walked past them. They seemed to simply nod along with whatever the Matron-Mage commanded.
The village was quaint, a collection of timber and stone houses with thatched roofs. The scent of wood smoke and cooking filled the air. We quickly found the "Glimmering Hearth," a small, cozy inn. The innkeeper, another mature woman with kind but weary eyes, took our payment for a shared room and a simple meal.
Later, after a hearty meal of stew and coarse bread, we lay side-by-side on the straw-filled bed in our small, cramped room. The sounds of the village outside were muted, replaced by the soft glow of a magic lamp and the rhythmic creak of the bed. We were tired, bruised, and sore, but for the first time in days, truly safe.
Amelia shifted beside me, her bare arm brushing mine, sending a jolt of warmth through me. Her eyes, reflecting the dim magical light, were soft, contemplative.
"It's strange, my lord," she began, her voice a low murmur. "To be so... human. So vulnerable. Yet... there is a certain thrill to it. And I recall... something from before." She paused, her gaze distant for a moment. "Before you came to your senses after dying, I was judging your previous life with you on my lap. As I went through the activities of your previous life, I got interested in the adult material you were seeing. The more I read, the more my pussy started to get wet. After going through all the activities of your previous life, I read your thoughts. You were dreaming of how you would train the women with your dick. Seeing that I got more wet, I started rubbing my thighs together. I couldn't contain myself anymore and woke you up."
I chuckled softly, remembering that moment. "So that's why you were smiling when you woke me up."
She blushed, a delicate flush spreading across her cheeks, a truly human reaction that was utterly captivating. "Indeed," she whispered, her voice a little shy. "Then I gave you the chance to reincarnate in the other world, and after choosing the world, you again got lost in dirty thoughts, and then you chose the skill Mind Reading, and when you moved towards me with those intentions, I couldn't help it."
A slow smile spread across my face. "So you were constantly reading my thoughts and making yourself wet."
Amelia's blush deepened, and she buried her face in my shoulder, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Yes, my lord," she whispered, her voice muffled but fervent. "Even before I was your slave, I was your whore. And now... now I am here. In this world of MILFs and Magic. I am ready to be your instrument. Ready to bring them to their knees for you."