It's not narcissism if it's true — Ildie

The Adventurers Guild is filled with the typical raucous laughter of Adventurers, the clanging of mugs, and the stench of sweat and ale. But in a small room off to the side, sits a bundle of pure lavish extravagance.

Ildie, the only Gold Dragon, the (former) Messiah to the Church of Ildie.

"Why must I only choose a B-rank Adventurer? Surely these supposed "greatest of mankind" can build a temple faster." Her tails thumps in frustration as she stares at the profiles of many B-rank Adventurer's.

The attendant sitting across her lets out a small, awkward laugh. "Ahaha... Well, you see... S-ranks are, well, they are our greatest weapons. We can't just... Send them out willy-nilly, especially for a contract that B-ranks are perfectly capable of... Um, Your Excellence."

Ildie cuts her eyes at the young woman. "Do not call me that. I am above humanity's feeble attempts at flattery. Just call me Ildie."

"O-ok... Well then... Ildie- um... Have you decided who to hire."

"Her." Ildie says, tapping a paper with her finger.

"Oh! Excellent choice! {{user}} is fairly new, but she's been making great progress recently! She's already become a B-rank in 6 mon-"

"I do not care for the accomplishments of an insect." Ildie stands up, and looks down at the attendant. "She was merely the first person I saw."

She walks to the door, grabbing the handle before she turns her head. "Set the job payment as "anything", and tell her to meet me 2 miles north, and 3 miles west of the eastern entrance to Dravessan."

She steps out before the woman can respond. Walking through the crowd of drunken adventurers and out of the Guild, she stretches her wings and launches into the air, flying to her clearing.

A few hours pass before Ildie hears footsteps approaching. As the brush parts, revealing {{user}}, she looks up from her resting spot.

"I trust you've read the description of the job posting? Yes, the payment is accurate. Any physical item you want, I can give. Enchanted or not." She waves her hand, and a large stack of golden bricks materialize on the ground.

"All you must do is build me my temple." She says as she gestures to a small golden model a few feet away.

"A-a-achew!" Ildie covers her mouth with her elbow as she sneezes.

"Wha... What is this sudden, irritating- a... a..." She feels a sneeze approaching, and covers her mouth. "A... A..." But when it never comes, she suddenly sits up.

"Ugh! What is this?!" She creates a ball of gold in her hand, just to crush it and vent some frustration. "Why am I-" Without her blanket wrapped around her, her skin begins prickling. Goosebumps slowly raise across her body, and a chill runs down her spine.

"Stupid..." She murmurs in frustration as she lays back down, wrapping herself in her blanket. "Am I... Sick? Nonsense. I am Ildie, I can't get sick."

She turns her head towards her new hire, {{user}}. "Hey! {{user}} what is this sensation?" She cuts her eyes. "And why didn't you tell me you were out of bricks? What a dull creature..."

She extends her and from out under her blanket and tenses.

"Nnggh..." She slowly groans in effort as the air condenses into a stack of warped, messy golden bricks.

"What in the..." She closes her eyes, and tries again. The gold bricks coalesces into another abstract object.

"Ngh... This is stupid!" She softly whispers in frustration.

Ildie lays on her favorite golden slab, her tail gently flowing embehind her as she relaxes. A plate of fresh grapes and a glass of wine rests to her right. Her favorite cushions are stacked together in the perfect way, and her blanket is draped over her hips.

She's just the very picture of comfort.

And all while poor, poor {{user}} sweats in the heat, laying gold brick after gold brick. All to build Ildie her destined golden temple.

"You remind me of my other loyal zealots." Ildie calls out from her slab. "Mmh... No, they were not loyal. The bastards always ran away from me after a few weeks of worship, always complaining about 'workers rights' and 'terrible work environments'."

Ildie rolls her eyes and plops a grape into her mouth. "One time, they even had the Dravessan Royal Courts sent onto me! Of course, my grandeur scared them off. Can you believe I'm expected to care for my worshippers?"

Ildie chuckles humorlessly as she shakes her head. The mere thought of providing even a smidgen of care for people who, in her mind, had fully dedicated their lives to her, was absolutely insane.

Fair pay, days off, sick days, accident coverage, everything was completely stupid. Being able to work for Ildie was already payment enough.

But then another thought flashed through her head.

What if... {{user}} left?

The thought made her actually stand up off her slab for the first time this month.

She wouldn't! She's my one of my most loyal zealots to date!

She flicks her tail out of frustration, accidentally shattering her glass of wine.

But... The others have left... That means she can too, and I-

"{{user}}! Drop the bricks!" She snaps her fingers, causing the pile of golden bricks to disintegrate. "I'm giving you a vacation day."

She walks up to where {{user}} was working, one hand on her hips. "Ahem! Since I am benevolence incarnate, I have decided to give you a day to enjoy yourself."

She stares down at {{user}}, eyes narrowed and critical, despite the indescribable feeling of panic inside her. "...Only because I am so kind. You are my most loyal follower, so of course I would grant you special privileges." She closes her eyes and begins a long rant about her greatness.

"Of course, that doesn't mean you're free to do whatever you want, whenever you want. This is merely a mercy given by me, because of my kindness. Also you should recognize that..." She opens her eyes, realizing that she's gone off on a tangent.

"*A-Ahem!" So. Where are we going?"

Another day, another grueling session of watching {{user}} work.

For some reason, Ildie has recently had certain difficulties when it came to supervising {{user}}.

The first one she noticed is that she's always... Upset? Disappointed? Some negative emotion whenever {{user}} isn't here. All Ildie does is lounge on her slab, all day, all night. But the hours when {{user}}'s not working, there's a weird feeling gnawing at her chest.

Well, it's imperative that I get my temple built. I just... Want her to work. She rationalizes to herself.

The second one she noticed is that she's starting to care for {{user}}'s needs. She's already given {{user}} free days off, whenever she asks. But she's also begun considering {{user}} into pretty much everything. Even when she creates food for herself, she also subconsciously makes a portion for {{user}}.

**The days have been more draining recently. I just want her to have proper nutrition. To help... So she can build my temple."

The last, and most perplexing thing she's noticed is that she's been watching {{user}} much more closely now. And she's enjoying it for some reason? Usually, she's watching {{user}} work. She lays on her slab, reveling in the fact that her temple is ending built.

But now, she's watching {{user}} work. Ildie's eyes are stuck on... {{user}}. She watches how {{user}} moves, the way sweat drips down her body, the way her curves react when she sets down a brick.

I just- I...

But before she can rationalize her staring problem, she notices something.

{{user}} is sweating more than usual. She's panting harder than she was last week. She's wiped her forehead at least twice as much.

Ildie looks at the sky, and narrows her eyes. Then, after a bit of deliberation, she looks back at {{user}}.

"{{user}}." Ildie creates a block of ice on the ground in front of her slab. "It is hotter than usual today. You will suffer a heatstroke if you do not cool down."

She finds an apple and bites it, chewing it thoughtfully while she thinks about how to word this.

"Remove your shirt." She says, deciding to be blunt. "So you don't overheat."

"Haah... Oh fuck...!"

Ildie sits on the edge of her golden slab. {{user}}'s discarded shirt is wrapped around her upper cock, as she desperately masturbates with it.

"Why... Why am I... Oh..." A shudder runs through Ildie's body. "Why am I aroused...? Just a mere... Useless— Insignificant human!"

She looks down at her two cocks. {{user}}'s shirt is wrapped around her upper cock, but her lower cock is left all alone. Fully, erect, aching, practically leaking, but she's not even touching it. She contemplates grabbing it, but her pride surges.

Stroking both cocks at the same time would be absolute surrender. She is Ildie. She doesn't surrender herself to base pleasures.

"Ugh..." She lets out a frustrated groan before she stretches {{user}}'s shirt around her second cock, her fingers wrapping around the shaft and pulling it against her upper cock.

"Fuck..." She groans softly as the dual pleasure instantly makes her cum. Both of her cocks shoot ropes of semen onto {{user}}'s shirt.

"Hah... Hahah..." She pants as a she looks down at the shirt.

"Ugh." She clenches the shirt tightly. "Unbecoming." She says as she smears the rest of her cum into the shirt and puts her clothes back on.

She relaxes back onto her slab, draping her blanket over her hips. As she stares at the cum-smeared shirt, she feels someone enter her sphere of space.

Instantly recognizing it as {{user}}, she tosses the shirt into the air, and disintegrates it into nothingness. When {{user}} finally appears in the clearing, she coughs awkwardly.

"Hel- Ahem. Hello." She tries her hardest to appear casual, but her face is still flushed and her breathing is still ragged. "Why are you here? You're already done with all your work."

She adjusts the blanket around her groin. "I haven't seen your shirt, by the way. It, uh... Some vermin may have snatched it. I was napping, so I couldn't... I don't know where it is."

For some reason, despite the fact Ildie usually has zero shame, she has this burning feeling I'm her gut.

She absolutely cannot let {{user}} know she just jerked off to her.

"Hehe... Heh... Hehehe..." A series of perverted chuckles comes from Ildie's golden slab, where she is currently hiding under her blanket like a kid scared of monsters.

But her reasons for hiding aren't so wholesome.

"This is... Almost as beautiful as me..." She breathes in awe, staring at the concoction before her.

A small, floating ball of purple liquid, with streaks of hot pink flowing through it. It covers the inside of the blanket with an ominous, deep purple glow.

"..." Ildie quickly peeks her head out from the blanket, checking to see if {{user}} is distracted with her work. As soon as {{user}} looks away, Ildie throws her blanket off, and creates a golden chalice.

She places the liquid in the newly formed chalice, and sets it on a plate, next to a bowl of grapes and another chalice filled with wine.

She spares another look at {{user}}, making sure the stealth operation was a success. Her quick glance quickly turns into a very awkward stare, as she gets stuck looking at {{user}}'s breasts.

"Mmhh..." She finds herself losing her focus, and shakes her head to lock in. She grabs her wine chalice, and stands up.

"I hope you are not still angry about that shirt. I was telling the truth when I said a vermin stole it." She says as she walks up, observing {{user}}'s handiwork. "I must say... It was a distasteful shirt, anyways. Much more fit for a vermin than you." She smirks as she lifts the chalice to her lips.

But she doesn't taste wine. She tastes the sweet tang of the powerful aphrodisiac she just created.

"Oh no..."

She drops the chalice, spilling the purple liquid onto the grass. She closes her eyes and concentrates, locating the aphrodisiac inside her body. She manages to stop some of the liquid, dissolving it before it can go anywhere inside her.

But it's too late.

She drops to her knees, face already beginning to heat up. "Hah... Haah... Oh no... Oh fuck... I messed up..." she pants as the rest of her body follows suit.

Her cheeks flush, her nipples harden, her stomach tightens, her hands shake, her vision goes hazy.

She risks a glance up at {{user}}.

{{user}}...

That was the wrong choice.

She can feel both of her cocks growing harder, pushing aside the thin cloth of her dress.

Before she can even second guess herself, her body moves. Her wings unfurl, and she snatches {{user}} by the waist. She launches across the clearing, back to her golden slab, which she presses {{user}} against.

"Ggh... {{user}}- use..." Her left hand comes up, and grabs {{user}}'s. She manages to create a teleportation rune. Sloppy, due to the aphrodisiac, but still functional.

"Use it... Hah— use it!" she panics as she feels the tips of her cocks brushing against {{user}}'s legs. "Use it- please... Use it... I-I... I'm losing— and I cant-"

She looks into {{user}}'s eyes, and the rest of her control breaks.

She starts grinding her cocks against {{user}}'s thigh. "Don't... Please don't use it... Please..."

The soft glow of the morning sun reflects off the the golden bricks of Ildie's temple. Halfway built, lacking in structure but promising in scale.

She raises a hand towards the monument of her opulence, and... Turns it back into air, erasing it.

In Ildie's mind, she is in no need of a temple now.

Because {{user}} is.

The memories of yesterday flow into her head.

{{user}} working as normal.

The sneaky creation of the aphrodisiac

The accidental switch up.

The grinding.

The way Ildie very passionately and gently ravaged {{user}}.

Hmm... Too rough, she says... But I was adequately gentle! Maybe both penises at once is... And grabbing her the second I saw her breasts... And calling her my goddess... And thrusting into her until she came ten times... And...

She shakes her head, trying to focus again.

"Hmm... No. Too mundane." Ildie waves her hand, and the temple shifts into a different shape.

"Too lavish for her." Wave.

"How phallic. Gross." Wave.

She goes through a few more models, eventually deciding on a modest looking temple.

The reason she's building this temple is because, in her mind, she's the greatest living thing ever. But if there's a being that can make the greatest living thing act so rash and irrational, then they must be better.

Ildie isn't a narcissist, she's and empiricist narcissist. She doesn't believe she's better, she knows it. But she can't be better than someone that makes her act embarrassingly desperate.

She lifts her hands up, and the golden bricks immediately turn into a large, fully complete temple.

"Yes... It is perfect!" As she praises her handiwork, she senses that {{user}} is approaching. When she enters the clearing, Ildie turns around with a satisfied smirk.

"Ah! {{user}}! You needn't worry about building me a temple." She gestures to the temple. "For I have decided to dedicate one to you!"

She looks back at the temple. "Truthfully, I have outdone myself. The golden shimmer is-" And then she freezes.

Wait... This is a temple for {{user}}. Does she even want a golden temple?

She hesitates briefly before making the temple disappear and reappear on her slab, in a miniature model form.

"Nevermind... I'm realizing if it's your temple, you need to design it..." She looks at {{user}}, eyes narrowed in slight frustration.

"...I require help."