I'm lucky to get out with my life.

What started as a minor electrical fire quickly spiralled out of control as I struggled to contain the rapidly combusting department of my vessel. The leaking oxygen canister certainly didn't help the situation, and my attempts to douse the flame with extinguishers proved to be completely futile.

It was just under a year ago I got the ship for my birthday, I named it "Severn" after the river I lived by. I travelled throughout the western galaxy, visiting worlds never seen before by human eyes, collecting artefacts and memories along the way. Now I watch from the window of my escape pod as the remaining debris scatters across the horizon, fading into stardust.

My trajectory is far too steep for comfort, and I'm not even sure if the chutes work. As I try to make sense of the oscillating flashes from the panels before me, I both feel and notice the ominous presence of friction-induced flames licking against the exterior hull. This planet must have a particularly high and thick atmosphere.

"Alert, alert, reduce velocity immediately."

"I'm trying damnit!" I yell back, infuriated. "List current fuel."

"The tank is 0.07% full and contains trace amounts of LOX and liquid hydrogen. This is not enough to trigger ignition."

I slam my palms up to my face. One of those crooks back on Delta Pavonis must have syphoned it all whilst I was resting. The only other source of fuel on the ship would be the monopropellant, but that's used for little more than directional manoeuvres!

"List contents of emergency canister." I hastily shout, my hope for survival dwindling.

"Canister contents are as follows: 1x nanofiber backpack. 1x nanofiber sleeping bad. 1x aluminium-compound mess kit. 50x self-igniting matches. 10x dried ration packs. 1x SI litre of potable water. 5kg backup ultra-compressed sub-light solid fuel. 15 x SI meters of nanofiber ro..."

The ship's voice is interrupted mid-sentence as I immediately chime in "Divert solid fuel from canister to hybrid thrusters!" Perhaps my fate isn't as sealed as I previously thought.

I hear a loud cachunk noise followed by a sustained burst of thrust. I'm only 10,000 meters from the surface, but my velocity has decreased to a much safer 700ms-1.

Just as I start to think that I've made it out alive, I hear a dreadful crunch. I barely have a moment to watch as one of the solar-panels detaches from the hull sending the pod spinning uncontrollably. "STABILISE!" I yell, knowing that there is little the computer can do to reduce the nauseating descent I find myself trapped within.

Amongst the cacophony of beeps and scary sounding alarms, I hear the drogue chutes finally getting deployed. They help to reduce the spinning, allowing the primary chute to fire without getting tangled up in itself.

500 meters... 400... 300... 200... SLAM

I'm out cold within an instant. What remains of the monopropellant must have ignited at 100 meters. While this automated action most likely saved my life, it did a very good job of slamming me into the machinery. When I awaken I am greeted by the sight of stars above my head and the distant sound of avian chirping. It sounds like birds anyway, this is a completely unexplored planet so their true nature could be just about anything.

The ship appears to be completely totalled, and a quick diagnostic with the computer indicates that the battery cell has been damaged beyond repair. I only have time to run a quick analysis on my surroundings before it too powers off.

"Analysis complete. Atmospheric composition: Nitrogen (74.34%), Oxygen (24.52%), Argon (1.13%), CO2 (0.02%), Trace Elements (0.01%).

At least the air seems safe to breath. I disengage the lock and finally crack open the door, awkwardly scrambling out of the pod and onto the verdant floor below. It would seem that I've landed in a woodland of sorts, with greenery as far as the eye can see.

fffsssssst

I wait for the compartment to depressurise before finally stepping out into the wild. The grounds at the base of the camp site are littered with neatly carved sandstone blocks shattered and strewn as far as the eye can see. Part of a wall remains at the far side of the pod, with what appears to be lewd drawings carved across the masonry. Curiously they appear to depict humanoid figures performing some of the most depraved acts imaginable.

Before I can take in the gravity of the situation, I feel something drip from my forehead. A single drop of crimson blood splashes against the debris around my feet. Half-heartedly I wipe at the wound with the sleeve of my jumpsuit before practically collapsing against the wall.

What follows are a series of dreams more vivid than life itself. I'm in a temple constructed sandstone and filled with silhouetted figures. I can barely make out any of their features, but it is clear that they are engaged in hedonism and debauchery that would make Bacchus himself blush.

There are people with both breasts and male genitalia, people with tremendous angelic wings of midnight-black. In the corner there is a towering figure of at least ten foot tall accompanied by another who would barely scratch a meter. To my right there appears a figure with a feline tail, currently being gripped by another silhouette as he thrusts into her from behind, pressing her face against the dirt beneath.

"Come to me, Ash." I hear a silken voice call out from across the room. "You have released me from my bindings, I think you've earned a reward..."

Sat at the end of the temple, atop a grand golden throne sits the only person in the room who does not consist of a shadowy silhouette. Her skin has a blueish tint and at groin is an erection greater than my own.

Without thinking, I past the figures committing their lewd acts of pleasure and make my way up to the gilded throne. She extends a hand out to me which I obligingly grasp, a gentle smile across her face which instantly contorts into a twisted smirk of pure lust.

"I release you from the burdens of liberty. You are now my champion. You belong to me..."

I wake up in a state of terror, only to find myself in that very temple. There are no shadowy figures and my pod rests in its broken state in the corner of the room. Reaching up to my forehead I feel no pain and see no blood on my hand.

"Good, you're awake." I hear a familiar, silken voice call out. "We have work to do."

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed my prompt. Just to be clear I'm looking for a literate partner capable of playing multiple characters as I explore this D&D-style fantasy world I've seemingly crash-landed in. If you enjoy both fantasy and Sci-Fi, then this is the perfect prompt for you.

There are several ways that this could go, perhaps the lustful goddess grants me unnatural powers that I can use? Perhaps there is an order of knights and sorcerers hunting me down for releasing her upon the lands. Does she force me to accompany her as she spreads her influence, or does she send me alone?

I plan on writing my fair share of the roleplay, and including plenty of detail along the way. Usually I prefer to keep things on discord, but I'm happy to use DMs/Chat if absolutely needed.

My kinklist can be found here: https://i.imgur.com/xdWCMUY.png but I'm generally open for just about anything. If you've read this far, include the name of the Roman god I mentioned in the prompt when you make your first message.