The Goddess

Finally, the figure is close enough to me for the light to not be so blinding. I lower my shielding hand, and attempt to refocus my eyes on whoever approaches in the infinite emptiness I now occupy. Slowly, the light fades, revealing the identity of the figure before me.

I am almost taken to tears by the beauty presented to my unready eyes. What I witness is The Goddess, although far more beautiful and voluptuous than any artist's rendition or statue I have seen before. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, and is both pleasant and welcoming. Her long, flowing hair waves behind her in an almost unnatural way, tantalizing and drawing me in. Her tits are the largest I've ever seen, larger than I've ever thought possible, although I never thought I'd be face-to-tits with an ethereal being, at least in life. Her hips and ass are equally as impressive, looking perfectly huge on her otherwise small frame.

She's wearing what almost looks like an armored string-bikini, although her arms and legs are mostly covered in mail. The armor is made of a strange, mystical material that I cannot recognize. She also wields an impressive glowing sword, although she holds it in a non-threatening manner.