Lazarus

  Primordial limit.

  Primordial 1.

  Paragon luck.

  Presence detection 3.

  Regeneration 11.

  Centaur riding 3.

  Skill points - 0

  I woke to the delightful smell of something cooking my stomach equally excited to find out what it was. My skills faded into the background of my mind, problem I would face in the future should I remember.

  The bed I was on was more of a mattress of feathers low to the floor and absolutely covered in pillows of all shapes and sizes with a few bnkets on top. It took me a second to remember where I was.

  The fight with the harpy, the fall, Arath putting me on her back then I fainted.

  This must be Araths home. With that figured out I wriggled my way out of the bed, it's design making more sense now that it was for centaurs. Being low to the ground helped them get in and the abundance of pillows helped with all their extra parts.

  The room itself was filled with beautiful silk creations from pictures that were weaved together to a rug that had seen far to much traffic on it for me to make out the pattern. It was also huge like easily twice the size of a normal bedroom in both the worlds I've been to.

  Arath did say her job was a Weaver, she must have practiced a lot. Or had a lot of skills that helped. Still so much about this world I don't know.

  "Congratutions I look forward to meeting him." An elderly voice could be heard just outside the room I was currently in. There was no door just a rge cloth draped over the frame.

  I made my way over to it pulling it aside slightly to peek through. Arath had her back to me and was speaking to another centaur who was also facing away. They were both heading for a door on the far side.

  I was taken aback by the size of everything in the room. I mean it made sense centaurs are big they need more space but still. Having a dining room that could easily fit my whole house in it was going to give me pause. There was also a distinct ck of chairs again it was something I should have expected given that centaurs can't sit in them.

  The thought of Arath sitting in a chair with her front hoofs still on the floor caused me to let out a snort that was noticed by the other two.

  "Oh he's awake. You will have to introduce me sometime." The elderly voice asked before being ushered out the door rather quickly by Arath.

  "I will sometime mother just not now thank you for coming around." She closed the door on the other centaur before taking a breath and fttening her top. She then turned to me a nervous smile on her face.

  "How do you feel?" Arath asked itching closer nervously.

  "I feel great actually just a little bit." My stomach let out a loud protest at the fact I was talking instead of eating. "That." I continued the flush of embarassment coating my cheeks.

  "I would expect so you've been asleep for two days. I've got some stew cooking it should be ready by now." The red head said indicating towards the table in one corner. "If you would like to take a seat I will get you a bowl."

  The table she pointed to was built into the wall probably to save space and had multiple rge pillows pced underneath. I only realised they were the centaurs equivalent of chairs when Arath pulled one out for me to sit on. Again it made sense since a centaur could sit on it and be comfortable without having to sit on the floor. I had to kneel slightly to reach the table as the hight was centaur sized as well.

  Arath returned with a bowl of stew and i quickly forgot all about how everything was designed to dig in. I'll admit I wasn't the most polite about how I ate but my red headed companion seemed to beam brighter the more I consumed.

  She was more than happy to get a second bowl when I asked if there was more, this one I did slow down and eat like a civilized creature. Which in turn let me notice the centaur fidgeting simirly to when she was going to ask if I was fertile as she sat beside me. Seems she had a habit when she was nervous.

  Swallowing my st mouthful I decided to be direct. "You want to ask me something don't you."

  She nodded. "I want to know how much of centaur culture you know about?"

  "Not a lot I'm afraid. You're the first I've ever talked to."

  She frowned. "Well male centaurs will only let someone they trust with their life onto their back. It is a very vulnerable position especially in combat." I gave her a nod to show I understood. She took a breath, a blush forming in her cheeks. "Female centaurs are different, only their children and mates are allowed on their back and since I carried you here even though you were injured..."

  Arath couldn't meet my eyes as she finished, the bottom of her shirt appeared to be far more interesting.

  "Sooo. By your species traditions we are married?"

  "Yes." She whispered not looking at me.

  "Well I must be dam lucky to be married to a woman as fine as you."

  She let out a gasp and finally met my gaze. Shock, happiness and joy radiated from her in waves. "So you accept me?"

  "I would be a fool not to my little Buttercup." I replied.

  I didn't get a chance to say anything else before the red centaur tackled me to the ground in her embrace. "Thankyou thankyou thankyou. I will be the best head mare in the whole vilge. Thankyou thankyou thankyou."

  I could have replied but I was too busy being smothered into her chest. I did not however want to get out of this predicament. They were so soft, so squishy, so peaceful. I let one of my arms loop around her back to return the hug while the other one subtly gave them a quick grope. Yip they were magical.

  Arath didn't mind and even thrust them forward slightly when she noticed what I was doing. "They are all yours husband. All of me belongs to you, now and forever."

  We stayed like this for a while Arath smiling down at me while I smiled back. Not how I thought I'd get married when I was a kid but I'm definitely not compining. It did bring up a logistics problem however.

  "Hey Arath?"

  "Yes husband." She giggled at the name. "I have a husband now and a human at that."

  "Not that I want to spoil anything but how do we... You know."

  She did not know and just gave me a bnk look.

  "Umm." I made the universal signe of putting it in. She caught onto that.

  "Oh yes I almost forgot. Once I fully offer myself to you I will have completed the requirements to gain a skill that will make me more compatible with your size. It will take me some time to dedicate enough skill points for it to be effective however so if you feel the need I can use my mouth and hands to please you husband. Although I admit to not being too knowledgeable about any technique." With that she unwrapped herself from our hug and knelt down.

  "I Arath devote myself to Lazarus. To serve as his head mare in home and family, my womb will only know his seed and only nurture his young. My css is a padin but I do not serve any god. My job is a Weaver and I will support us both with my skills. I offer myself now."

  Padin Arath has devoted herself to you. Do you accept her conditions?

  Conditions: none

  Gains: 1 padin, 1 lover.

  This didn't seem like something that should be happening. As if to prove my point Arath continued. "You just have to say I do and we will be husband and wife in the system and I shall start making good on my promise that my womb will be ready for you."

  So if she doesn't know I just got a notification it could be reted to my css or job. Let's give it a go and see what happens.

  Arath is now a padin of your Pantheon.

  Gained 5 skill points.

  Oh so that's how I get more skill points. I wonder if Arath gained any as well. I took a look over to my new wife only to find her staring out at nothing with gzed over eyes, her entire demeanor frozen in shock. That can't be good.

  Arath has now unlocked basic padin skills.

  Please choose her evocation:

  Fire. 1 skill point.

  Ice. 1 skill point.

  Earth. 1 skill point.

  Unknown. 5 skill points.

  Unknown. 5 skill points.

  Primordial unknown. 50 skill points.

  That looks even worse. I mean I've been gambling everything this far and I really want to save up the 50 points just to see what that option is but this isn't my css I'm messing with anymore. I would need to ask her.

  "Hey Arath I need to ask you something. First what's a Primordial and what type of padin do you want to be?"

  My wife didn't look at me still fixing her gaze into nothingness but she did respond. "A Primordial is an unknown css for those that have it were hunted to extinction. No one knows why."

  Ok need to keep that a secret got it.

  "But I believe it is simir to a god my love. Do you know what this means?"

  "No." I answered truthfully.

  "It means that you can activate any god needing csses such as my padin css. I can now protect you with a proper css instead of just my Weaver job. The padin css will also allow me to gain a skill point every day so long as you are alive and bonus 2 if you are happy with me." She returned to looking at me the gzed effect I was beginning to associate with her looking at her menu vanishing.

  "Are you pleased with me my husband?" She asked her tone dripping with ulterior motives.

  "Very this far." I said trying desperately not to let all the blood in my body rush south.

  "Good because I'm about to make sure you're never unhappy with me."