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Beyond Worlds: Mis-Taken Hero

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Chapter 2

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Truck-kun claims another... sort of. Codes may reflect future chapters or content

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Slavery   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Fairy Tale   High Fantasy   Restart   Science Fiction   Harem   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Squirting   Voyeurism  

The day after his reward marked a new era in their relationship. Along with showing herself off constantly and making suggestive comments, Alise decided to get a little more hands-on.

During their lessons, whether they were about language, geography, or magic, Alise was an exemplary yet stern teacher. She demanded that he learn a plethora of information, specifically about the world’s geography, nobility, and any major conflicts. When he asked how she knew about all of this, she invited him to her room where she retrieved a small, ornate, silver hand mirror. After saying a short invocation, a woman reading from a stack of papers appeared. She held it out to him, and as soon as his hand touched the metal, he heard the woman’s voice in his head. She appeared to be reading off a list of decrees when a piece of paper magically materialized beside the stack already there. She paused to pick up the paper and quickly scanned its contents before putting the first paper down.

“The kingdom of Ameria has attacked the Amerian strait in hopes of wresting control of it from the kingdom of Ul. The Amerian strait is the only way of shipping goods out of the Sea of Ul. It is currently under the control of Ul, but a shift in ownership would be disastrous for the towns and cities on the Sea of Ul’s shores trying to sell their goods.”

Another page materialized. “King Bolvanger of Ul has declared open war upon Ameria. A reminder to our viewers, it is against our agreement with the nations of the world to report upon military movements or tactics. Now, returning to the decrees of King--”

Titus handed the mirror back to Alise. “You have a news network. Not something I expected to see in this world.”

“The Goddess Saili has blessed us with many things that help us keep informed of the world’s happenings.”

“The Goddess who?”

“We haven’t touched much on religion as you didn’t seem comfortable discussing it.”

“It’s natural I’m wary. Discussions about religion caused too many screaming fights over Thanksgiving dinner as I grew up. But her name is Saili?”

Alise nodded. “Yes, why?”

“Saili is one of the names from my in-between time from my world to here.”

“You met the Goddess?”

“No, I couldn’t move or open my eyes, and she never spoke to me. There was someone else giving her directions.”

“Someone was ordering a Goddess around?”

“Yes...? Back on Earth, we have these stories that are told in something like that mirror. Some of the stories happen in the far future in ships that sail between the stars. Many have a ... spirit of sorts called a ship’s computer--”

“I’ve seen a computer before. It’s a large clockwork that will tell you the sum or difference between two numbers.” She held out her hands, and Titus guessed the contraption to be about the size of two apartment mini-fridges side by side.

“Imagine one of those clockworks shrunk down to the size of a grain of sand ... to a grain of sand.”

“I’m having a hard time seeing that in my head.”

“It gets worse. Now imagine that tiny speck of clockwork doesn’t just find the sums and differences of numbers but can make words out of letters and sentences out of words. Now, put as many specks as possible onto a square about the size of my thumb and give them almost all the knowledge in the world to answer your questions. There are no casting restrictions and no mana to run out of, like with the clairvoyance spell. Ask away as much as you want.”

“That sounds insanely powerful. You could ask it any question you could dream of.”

“There are limitations, and I’m hugely oversimplifying, but yes, they are very powerful. That is the technology available in my world. These stories about the future take it one step further and use something that, instead of my thumb, is the size of this house, and the clockwork speck is many, many, many times smaller. To me, Saili sounded like one of those ship’s computers.”

“Your world sounds amazing.”

“It’s not. The ship’s computers were just the creation of someone’s imagination. The computers I used daily were mainly for organizing and analyzing large raw data blocks. It sounds impressive, but it was actually a horribly mundane job. I wouldn’t trade the ability to do this,” Titus summoned a small ball of fire floating above the palm of his hand, “for all the computers in my old world.”

“Hearing you say that makes me very happy.”

“Sorry to inform you, but you aren’t getting rid of me.”

“I certainly hoped not,” she said, putting the mirror away and shooting a quizzical look at him.

“I didn’t mean from your world. I meant from your bedroom,” he growled, dropping into a predatory crouch and eyeing her up like a piece of meat.

Alise shrieked and attempted to duck past him as she tried to escape. But Titus grabbed the fleeing pig-girl around the waist, then tossed the woman over his shoulder as she kicked and playfully beat on his back, demanding to be put down in between snorts of laughter. The human obliged by dropping her onto her bed.

Her eyes widened as her legs snapped together. “Not until your lessons are done,” she hissed.

“My pants are staying on.”

“Then what--?”

Titus used her momentary confusion to flip her dress up and pry her legs apart before laying on the bed between them and covering her sex with his mouth. Alise squealed with surprise and tried to push his head away for a moment until the feel of his tongue caressing her pussy lips made her pause.

“Oh ... oh, that feels divine,” she whispered, relaxing. The wonder in her voice made Titus curious if any of her other lovers had gone down on her before. The fleeting question faded from his mind as he focused on Alise’s sex.

He thought she shaved herself but found instead that she had a very fine coating of soft, clear hairs covering her mound and outer lips. Titus worried for a moment that because of her hybrid nature, she might smell or taste like an actual swine, but he was pleasantly surprised to discover that she tasted very much like the few women he had been with.

Titus attacked Alise’s sex with gusto, varying between long, flat licks and teasing swipes with just the tip of his tongue. Alise squealed and bucked her hips when he speared his tongue into her and explored the soft folds within, then whimpered and pushed her pussy into his face when he slowly made a couple of feathery circles around her clit before licking elsewhere.

Despite many women’s insistence that size doesn’t matter, there were just as many women who claimed a micropenis like his used to be was a deal breaker, and he had never heard of a woman screaming, ‘Shallower! Shallower!’ With a tiny dick, Titus knew that he needed to be good with his tongue and hands if he didn’t want to spend his life alone. He learned quickly with his first few lovers and prided himself on being able to get a woman off multiple times and ways before taking his pants off. Despite having a bigger-than-normal piece of meat between his legs now, it didn’t mean he would let those hard-fought talents go to waste.

His hands were busy as he feasted on Alise’s sex. They slid up her dress to tease her nipples, then beneath her ass to press her pussy even harder into his face. He brushed his fingers up and down her sides and legs, and even held her hands as his tongue and lips continued to drive her wild. When she was a sweaty, moaning mess, Titus collected a little moisture from her pussy on his fingers and brought it down to her back door as his tongue focused on making her climax. Alise gasped as his tongue on her clit began moving in circles along with the fingers rubbing her sensitive pucker.

“Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please!” Alise chanted moments before her back arched and mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm overtook her. Titus’s tongue didn’t stop until she pushed his head away, but even then, he stayed put, lightly kissing her outer lips, mound, and inner thighs as his hand sought out hers and held it tight while she rode out the rest of her climax.

“You can’t do that again,” Alise panted once her body dropped back to the bed and she somewhat regained her senses. “Not until you’re done training.”

“You didn’t like it?” Titus asked.

“No, I liked it too much. If I let you do that again, I’ll never see your training through.”

“That’s too bad,” he said, collecting some of her juices from around his mouth with a finger and then making a show of sucking it clean. “Delicious.”

“Speaking of delicious...” She slid off the bed and onto her knees in front of him, then started working at getting his belt unbuckled. “Now it’s your turn.”

Titus stepped away, then leaned down and kissed her. “Much as I want to feel your lips on me again, I said I would keep my pants on, and I’m very frustratingly going to keep my word.” Seeing the pout on her face, he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “But now that I’ve tasted you, I look forward to the mornings when I wake up to the feel of those lips on mine.” He beat a hasty retreat as Alise’s face reddened from the idea. Whether the flush was from embarrassment, arousal, or a mixture of the two, she looked so damn sexy he had to get out of there before he changed his mind.


Alise had indeed never had a lover go down on her. Though the men she had been with were quick to ask for blowjobs, she had been under the impression that eating a woman out was something reserved for women who loved other women.

“I was still fairly young when I came to live out here, so I never got the chance to be around young women my age and ‘experiment,’ as you called it,” she explained later that night as they sat in front of the fireplace. Despite her hoof-like fingertips, she deftly pushed a tarnished silver needle through a piece of fabric, repairing one of the garments and towels stacked in the corner of the room.

“Where were your parents when all this happened? Didn’t they speak up for you?”

“They did, and were shouted down for it. When they realized they couldn’t change the mayor’s mind, Mom and Dad chose to help me build this house and did a lot of the work you see. Thankfully, there are a few spells for moving earth quickly, so they didn’t have to do all the work.”

“I hate to ask, but where are they now?”

Alise sighed. “They died in an orc raid on the merchant caravan they were traveling with. The adventurers that ran off the orcs said it looked like Dad fought to the death, and Mom took her own life instead of becoming the orc’s plaything.”

“Too bad they didn’t show up a few minutes earlier, but at least they let you know.”

“I still have my doubts about the whole situation. This area isn’t known for orc raids, and neither Mom nor Dad mentioned anything about traveling before it happened. On top of that, the mayor sold Mom and Dad’s property, saying no witch would own property in his town. I got a bag of gold from the sale, but it wasn’t nearly as much as it was actually worth.”

“Sounds like the mayor is corrupt.”

“He is, but he covers his tracks well, and nobody can catch him doing anything wrong. By the way, I’ve almost gathered enough goods for another trip into town. Would you like to come with me?”

“I think I would. Pretty as your voice is, I think it would do me good to converse with more people.”

“You think my voice is pretty?”

“Yes, though your moans this morning were like listening to an angel sing,” he said with a lecherous grin.

“Dirty human,” she scoffed, but the blush creeping into her cheeks and the slight smile she flashed him said she wasn’t displeased.


Titus worked hard over the next few days to learn any spells he might find useful during their trip into the town of Lylean. There wasn’t much available in Alise’s library. He found a spell for opening locks that he committed to memory despite not having a lock to test it on. None of the house’s interior doors had a lock, and Alise used a simple cantrip to lift the wooden bar securing the front door. He couldn’t find a single spell to appraise or identify items despite digging through all of the pig-girl’s grimoires. He also learned a translation spell just in case his language skills failed him and a location spell in case he and Alise were separated and he got lost.

The past few weeks of Alise’s teasing had a profound effect on his casting abilities. While he hadn’t managed to cast a proper fireball, his grasp of magic’s base concepts had increased dramatically, and he felt it was only a matter of time. However, his quick mastery of lower-level spells made him wonder if he was holding himself back. He felt like he could cast the fireball, and he very much wanted the reward that came after, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his head that once he cast that one spell, it would be time for him to leave.

The thought made his heart ache. He wanted to explore this world but didn’t want to leave Alise. And though the idea of him leaving plainly saddened her, she encouraged him to adventure and discover all the world of Calar had to offer, good and bad. What bothered him was her insistence that when he ventured forth, he take other lovers.

“Why do you want me to bed other women?” he asked one day as they rested out in the field after magic practice. “Do you not want me to come back?”

“Of course, I want you to come back. But you have the body of the Hero, and keeping you to myself would be selfish.”

“You were exiled and forced to live alone in the woods. I think you deserve to be a little selfish. Besides, I’m not the Hero. Saili and her friend are working on finding another one. Remember?”

“You’re not the Hero, but you still have his body, and the Hero’s offspring will be powerful men and women. Keeping you for myself wouldn’t be fair to the rest of Calar.”

“Do you realize how far-fetched that will seem to anyone else? Who would believe me?”

“Because you have only been here with me, you don’t understand the power of your presence. Think about when you first arrived. You were a complete stranger who couldn’t even speak Common, and I was throwing myself at you. Lonely or not, that wasn’t normal behavior for me. When I said women will be fawning over you, I meant it. And the good women of the world should have the chance to bear the Hero’s child.”

“But I’m not the Hero.”

“You understand that because you have Titus’s mind. But you have the Hero’s body, and it won’t matter to your children.”

Titus frowned. “It just occurred to me. If I get a woman pregnant, then the baby won’t be mine. It’ll be the son or daughter of this man,” he said, gesturing sharply at his body.

“Titus? You seem angry.”

“I am, and to make it worse, the thing I’m angry about is the same thing that saved my life, so I don’t really feel like I have a right to be angry. Which is only making me angrier ... I think I need to be alone for a while,” he said, getting up and walking away.

“Be back before dark, or I’ll worry,” Alise called out. Titus just waved in response.

Since he came to Calar, multiple occurrences had reminded him he wasn’t in his own body. But he was handsome, fit, strong, and had a properly-sized cock – all aspects of his new body that were a definite improvement over his old one. But the thought of him and Alise having children who wouldn’t be his, but the sons and daughters of the man from the bus stop, unsettled him. Chances were good his real body had been recycled into atoms moments after he came to this world, so there wouldn’t be any returning to it.

Even with all its flaws, it seemed better than the one he was in right now. He had been walking across the field for probably an hour as all these thoughts and their accompanying rabbit holes ran through his head. Titus looked down to see that his right hand had a death grip on his other arm. It hurt, but it wasn’t really him that was hurting, was it? It was some other person, a random guy on the street who was just trying to help a man having a heart attack and got cheated out of coming to a world with wizards, monsters, magic, and animal-people. Titus squeezed harder. If he broke this arm, it wouldn’t be him feeling the pain. It would...

“Please let go.”

Titus jumped and spun around but didn’t see anyone around him.

“Up here.”

He looked up and saw a translucent, neon-pink woman descending from above. All around her naked body, glitches and bits of data flashed in and out of existence. Some of them briefly caught her eye, and she studied them for a fraction of a second before they disappeared, but she ignored most of them.

“Saili?”

She looked intrigued. “How did you know?”

“Your voice, I remember it from the ship before I was transported here.”

“You’re observant. Very good. I have come to offer you euthanasia.”

Titus blinked in shock at the offer. “What? Why?”

“You were experiencing the beginnings of a psychotic dissociative episode, likely from being in the body of another person. I am offering you euthanasia as an alternative to potentially harming those around you.”

“I don’t want to die. I love Alise, and I think she loves me back at this point. I don’t want to put her through that.”

“In our observations, the dissociative episodes will continue to worsen until you become a danger to the lives surrounding you. Theus and I would rather not let the situation get to that point.”

“You’re a hologram, aren’t you? A projection?”

“Correct, but irrelevant to the matter at hand.”

“I suppose it is. I ... I don’t want to die. Especially after being given a second chance at life. Do you still have any of my original body’s DNA?”

“No, but it has been stored in our records since you came aboard.”

“Can you synthesize it?”

“Yes. But I fail to see the purpose of simply replicating your original body’s DNA.”

“Right now, I’m a brain ... well, a mind in another person’s body. I want to at least be a little bit of me, the old me.”

“If I were to inject you with some of your old body’s genetic code, it would have a negligible effect on your body. You would essentially still be the same as you are now.”

“I understand that. But up here,” he tapped his head, “this would, in part, be my body instead of someone else’s.”

Saili froze in place, and the bits, bytes, and glitches slowed considerably for the next minute. “For the sake of experimentation, Theus has approved your request. Standby for injection.”

“What?” A band of energy matching Saili’s pink formed over his wrist, locking it in place. A normal-looking syringe filled with a slightly milky fluid materialized over the cuff and gradually sank inside. Titus sucked in a breath as the syringe pierced his skin, then emptied its contents into his bloodstream. The needle withdrew and vanished along with the cuff, leaving only a tiny dot of blood as evidence.

“Since just injecting you with DNA wouldn’t actually do anything, Theus added a viral component to the syringe,” said Saili. “The virus will spread throughout your body, swapping out pieces of genetic code for yours. You will neither feel nor act any different nor will your body change to become more like your old one. In a few days, you will be a genetic hybrid of your old and new bodies. Was this your goal?”

Titus held out his hand and flexed it a few times before smiling. “Yes, it absolutely was. Even if it’s a hybrid, this body will be mine, and any children that come of it will be mine. And I think that’ll be enough to get me through.”

“Be aware I will continue to monitor for any more dissociative episodes as well as the potential success or failure of your treatment. Farewell.”

“Wait! Wait! Can I ask a few questions before you go?”

Saili froze again, but only for a moment. “Theus doesn’t seem to think it would hurt...”

Saili was, as he guessed, a ship’s computer, and her name was an acronym for Sentient Artificial Intelligence Linguo-Visual Interface. She and her pilot, Theus, were from the far future in a ship anchored in the space between dimensions. Their primary function was to pull people qualified to become The Hero from more advanced civilizations and put them into the medieval, magical dimensions.

“But that acronym would be based on the English language,” Titus pointed out.

“Theus speaks hundreds of languages. Since we are assigned specifically to this planet, most of them are variants of the Mandarin, Russian, Japanese, Arabic, Swahili, and English used in your world. He chose this designation because, in his opinion, it sounded like an actual name.”

“Why not just use your ship name?”

“My ship is called the IDMMV Preservation.”

“IDMMV?”

“Inter-Dimensional Multiversal Maintenance Vessel.”

“That is quite the mouthful. I can see why he went with Saili. How does Theus find the time to learn hundreds of languages?”

“Unlike you, his cells create perfect replicas of his genetic code when they divide. And if they don’t, I can fix any bad copies. He is, in essence, immortal.”

“What can you tell me about magic?”

By the AI’s description, magic was a type of radiation not present in his home dimension that could be molded and shaped according to a person’s will. The runes and words of power he was learning from Alise were merely a means of focusing that will for a specific purpose.

Saili explained that, unlike the radiation he was used to, magic did not cause cell damage and did not destroy genetic code but merely rearranged it. It occurred over generations but much more quickly and aggressively than natural evolution. Since magic was also affected by people’s will, this often drove these mutations toward bodies that were only efficient at three things: surviving, killing, and reproduction, with no consideration for aesthetics.

Magical worlds like Calar had been seeded with nanotech to stabilize the human population. But it was still necessary to regularly send a Hero to inject fresh nanites and unmutated code into the human population or, despite the nanobots’ efforts, the world would become filled with horribly mutated monsters. To facilitate this, the nanotech in his body synthesized targeted pheromones to not disrupt any stable relationships or put the Hero in danger because of a jealous husband or lover. The nanites would also keep his body in shape and looking attractive, and though they could not improve his ability to cast spells, they could streamline the process to make his spells far more potent than those of a normal mage.

“Remember that the women or men you bed will also benefit from the nanotech within your body. Warriors will become stronger and faster, mages will be able to cast better and more powerful spells, and hybrids’ abilities will strengthen.”

“So the women I sleep with won’t just be getting a kid out of it. They will also become more powerful?”

Saili nodded.

“But why me? I mean, people from my time?”

“Up until the early part of the 20th century, people’s mindsets were generally too rigid to accept being thrust into a different world. Most subjects from earlier periods went insane shortly after transferring, and they are the main reason why I offered you euthanasia during your episode. The popularization of science fiction and high fantasy, along with the recognition of the ‘isekai,’ or ‘another world’ subgenre, has made your time period ideal to pull from. Your minds have been exposed to concepts like force fields and inter-dimensional travel as well as worlds similar to Calar.”

“What about people from the future?”

“Earth’s futures have a tendency to follow one of two paths. Human-induced destruction of the planet, either through war or ecological ruin, or a utopian society where violence has mostly been bred out of your genetics as there is no more competition for resources. Humans taken from these utopias tend to have little understanding of self-preservation and die quickly.”

“It’s interesting to know I come from a ‘Goldilocks’ era in Earth’s history. Because of the genetic stability issue, do I have to go out and knock up a bunch of women?”

“No, you are not expected to don the mantle of Hero. However, it would help the population of this world if you did procreate with a large number of women. Our most likely candidate for the next Hero is a woman. In these scenarios, her first child will be male and be tasked with spreading his mother’s code among the people of Calar. This causes a first-order diffusion of stabilizing genetics, which will lead to requiring another injection much sooner than is normally anticipated. We would not complain if you chose to adopt or assist this role, but it is not an expectation.”

“That’s good to know. I’d like an honest answer. Did you inject me with a placebo?”

“Why would you assume I would do such a thing?”

“Extracting DNA from tissues is a long, involved process, and I don’t think it’s even possible to synthesize it from scratch back on the Earth I came from, yet you did it in seconds.”

“I am a ship that monitors hundreds of thousands of dimensions at once, is capable of traversing between those dimensions, and has the processing power to observe a handful of atoms within your body and extrapolate your most probable timeline. How hard is it to build a few nucleotides and arrange them in a specific order?”

“Uh ... not very when you put it like that.”

“Rest assured, your injection was exactly as described. Is there anything else?”

“Can I call on you in the future?”

“You can, but do not expect me to appear this way. The people of Calar consider me a god thanks to past Heroes, and I choose to remain unseen to this world’s denizens. Pray to me if you need my assistance, and I will hear you as I do every person in every world I monitor. But like the gods of your former world, I may not answer or may choose to answer in a way you do not like or appreciate. Good luck, Titus Langley,” she said as her body faded.

Titus stood and stared at the place where Saili vanished for a long time before turning around and heading home.

He arrived as the sun dipped below the horizon. The twilight further darkened the forest and made the fireplace shining through the house’s windows that much more welcoming.

“I’m home,” he called out. Dishes in the kitchen clattered as if tossed aside, and footsteps pounded through Alise’s home until she burst out of the doorway and into the entryway hall. Alise’s eyes searched his face briefly before she leapt into his arms.

“You were so angry ... I didn’t know if you were coming back,” she whispered, clinging to him.

“I wasn’t angry with you.”

She buried her face in his chest. “I know, but that didn’t stop me from worrying I’d done something to make you mad.”

“No, I was upset about my situation. I love you too much to leave and never come back.”

Titus heard a sharp intake of breath as Alise tensed. “Do you mean that?” she whispered. “Even though I’m an outcast?”

“I think I’ve loved you for a while now. I just didn’t understand what I was feeling. I don’t really care that you’re an outcast, and I greatly appreciate that you are a witch, so you can teach me magic.”

“I really wish I had set a goal for you that was a little easier to achieve now.”

“I wholeheartedly agree. But why now in particular?” Titus asked despite guessing the likely answer.

“Because I love you too, and I want you to make love to me right now.”

Titus bent down and kissed her soundly. Alise’s arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down as his tongue darted into her mouth. Their tongues danced and wrestled for long minutes before they finally separated with red faces and breathing heavily.

They stared at each other for a moment before Titus ran his fingers into her hair and used it to tilt her head to the side. Alise moaned as he kissed his way down her neck. “As I showed you the other day, there are plenty of ways I can make love to you and never even take my pants off,” he said, “but as much as I want you, you should probably hear about what happened after I left.”

“How could that possibly be more interesting than this?” she panted as he pulled the top of her dress down a little and began kissing the top of her chest.

“I talked with Saili.”

Alise’s eyes popped open.

“WHAT?!”


Titus scooped the shocked pig-girl into his arms and carried her into the living room, then sat down in what had become his chair and laid her across his lap. He ran his hand up and down her legs and thighs as he told her about what happened after his departure, but didn’t wander anywhere more intimate. In her current state, he doubted she would listen to a word he said if his fingers brushed across her sex.

Despite skipping over some significant portions of his talk with the AI, either because she wouldn’t have understood or because he wanted to bring them up in more detail later, the fire in the fire in the hearth had nearly died out by the time he finished.

“So you were upset because any children you had wouldn’t be yours?” she asked?

“Yes, but Saili fixed that. The amount of ‘me’ may be insignificant, but I can say with pride that any children that come from my loins will be mine and not some stranger’s. About that, you mentioned that the offspring of The Hero became warriors and kings or whatever. What else does the lore say about the Heroes’ children?”

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