She is visited before she wakes

Marielle awoke in a garden. She stood slowly, expecting to wince in pain, but felt surprisingly good considering she was near **** moments ago, and examined her surroundings.

Gone was the cave and the stone walls. In its place stood a lush garden, with colourful flowers and well groomed greenery. Gone as well, much to Marielle's chagrin, was her gear. She stood in an objectively beautiful dress, which flowed as she moved, but had enough form to cling to her perky breasts and firm ass in a seductive fashion. Her blonde hair was well cared for, not the travel worn mess it was moments ago. She had no knowledge of this place, but it was clear it was in her mind. Feeling naked without her weapons, she moved cautiously to investigate further.

She came to a long corridor that opened into what felt like the centre of the garden. A large man was crouched over plants, tending them with the care of a gardener. Sensing her approach, he stood. He was massive, muscular, and wore a long flowing robe. She recognized him instantly, and fell to her knees in worship of her god, Helios. Before she could say anything in praise, he spoke, somehow speaking softly and booming through the space at the same time. He put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to her feet.

"My child, you face a challenge the likes of which you have never faced before, and you face it alone. I fear for your safety, and would like to aid your success, if you'd allow me."

"My lord," Marielle replied, her voice trembling in awe, "I would be honoured to accept any boon you deem me worthy to accept. I am but your humble servant."

"You please me child," he opened his robe, and let it fall to the earth. He was nude underneath, and the sexually inexperienced Marielle was met with the largest member she had ever seen. He guided her hand to it, and instinctually she began to stroke it. He slipped her dress off of her shoulders, allowing gravity to do the rest of the work. Her lithe frame, while lacking in curves, was gorgeous because of her physical conditioning. Her b-cups bounced softly as she began to stroke him with further vigor, guided by her growing arousal.

"Come, receive your boon." He gently pushed her back down to her knees. She eagerly took as much of his superhumanly massive cock into her mouth as she could. Gone was the demure paladin. In its place was a wanton whore, sucking with reckless abandon, motivated by her own arousal and her deep love for her god. She allowed a hand to drift between her legs to stimulate her growing need.

"You've done well child. I grant you my gift, and my seed." He erupted in the mouth of his faithful, who eagerly swallowed what was given to her. She slumped down, aggressively fingering her pussy, and it wasn't long until she herself was brought to orgasm. She passed out in the throes of her afterglow.

When she woke up, she was back in the caves. She wondered if what she had felt was real, but two things lead her to believe that it was. The first was she felt rejuvenated, and in a way not achievable by resting on a stone floor.

The second was the shaky legged feeling of a recent orgasm that took a moment or two to dissipate before she could continue.