Viashna Devi, whatever the fuck that is

"LOOK UPON YOUR DOOM, MORTAL. WE ARE VIASHNA DEVI, AND WE KNOW YOUR SINS IN THIS REALM:"

"YOUR INVASION OF THE INVIOLABLE GATES"

"YOUR SOILING OF THIS SACRED GARDEN"

"AND MOST EGREGIOUS - YOUR VILLAINOUS DEFILEMENT OF THE DIVINE SPIRIT ZOPHIEL-833, CHERUBIM AND SACRED GUARDIAN OF HEAVEN"

"HAVE YOU ANY FINAL WORDS BEFORE YOU ARE SMOTE BY THE RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE OF THE DEVI? RISE AND SPEAK NOW, OR BE SUNDERED ON YOUR KNEES."

As you raise your head, you're greeted first by feet. Bare, large, pale gray-blue feet with six toes each. Your eyes widen, traveling up muscular calves, gorgeous (in a giantess, strangely bluish colored way) strong thighs, a skirt made of what looked like thin, dangling slabs of pure gold and...

You swallow, your widening eyes practically bulging out of your neanderthal head. Obscuring her midriff, three painful-looking weapons are pointed at your face. Each are made of intricately worked ivory, onyx, and gold.

A rod with golden bull horns looks at you. Electricity jumps in between the horns causing you to flinch, and a purple afterimage to burn into your retinas. Your gaze shifts.

On the other side, a kris, or what you would expertly term a 'big, wavy knife' threatens you. You're pretty sure you see it cut a passing gust of wind in half, if that is possible.

A glow catches your eye. You are staring down the barrel of a gun next. An old-time gun, like a smooth, straight horn, its barrel designed in the shape of an open-mouthed golden dragon. The glow is coming from the inside of the barrel, where you can see the hint of a fire from what looks like very far away.

Finally you hear a crack. There's another weapon - a whip, off to the side that you hadn't seen yet. Where it hit the ground, a line of smoke appears.

Each weapon is held by a different hand. Two final hands remain, those attached to the Devi's uppermost arms, pressed flat against one another - actually chained together by bracelets, that they may forever rest in eternal prayer.

You count, and recount. Your mouth moves with your thought. Your fingers twitch, keeping score. Your brain whirls, working at full capacity. After a moment of pure mathematical wizardry you come up with a number. Six.

This freak has six arms! And behind all the weapons, at eye level with you if you were standing, she has what looks like a very full, naked chest, with gold-ringed pierced nipples.

Topless? Pierced nipples? What a fucking slut! Some of your very deserved worry dissipates. Maybe you've really got this shit after all.

"I... uh... got this ticket and, so you can, uh, b-blow me. Freak." You wave your little scrap of paper, and to be safe, you carefully work your arms past the host of weapons in front of you and slip your paper in between Va... Via...sh...uh... in between the freak's praying fingers, and gently move her elbows up toward her face, encouraging her to read it.

"THIS... IT CANNOT... IT..."

The weapons in front of you don't drop, but they waver, and they dip down. Your ticket drops from Viashna's limp fingers, and you quickly snatch it, almost losing your arm to the kris in the process. Careful not to move too fast, you begin moving her hands aside. Each finger and wrist is adorned in bejeweled gold bracelets and rings, and further decorated with intricate tattoos. Her weapons out of the way, you lastly touch the elbows of her praying hands, moving them upwards, stretching your arms straight up you're able to get them so her elbows are at her chin level and her hands steepled high over her head.

Triumph. You can finally see the freak's giant knockers, full and proud with upturned, soft nipples and areolae the size of saucers. You wrap your middle three fingers around one of her great big nipple rings and pull down steadily and firmly. Viashna's legs give way, sinking her down to her knees in front of you, putting you at eye level, giving you your first good look at her face.

She has a neck full of heavy golden necklaces, of course, and a kind of studded, golden choker. She's wearing some kind of bizarre helmet, complete with seemingly sleeping, expressionless faces like hers on the side, and surrounding each 'face' is the sides of her gold helmet which stretches up on her head until finally reaching her hair - a single black top-tail that comes straight out of the center of her head. A nose ring and chain connects her nostril to another piercing on her top lip. You frown. You hate girls with too many piercings. Her skin is pale gray-blue all the way up, and she has a weird red dot in the center of her forehead. Her irises are bright red, and look at you from behind long, beautiful lashes with unconcealed loathing.

"GAZE UPON THE FACE OF THE DIVINE. IT IS THE LAST THING YOU WI-Urrrk!"

Ignoring her anger, you're more curious about that big old honkin' nose on her face, and without thinking you interrupt the Devi by jamming one of your dirty fingers straight into one of her nostrils, the unpierced one. Her features are so large, and her nose large even on those features, that your whole finger is swallowed up right to the knuckle.

"Ewwww... that's fucking gross," You wiggle your finger around, finding her sinuses surprisingly roomy. The goddess' eyes roll back into her head, and she gags. You slide your finger in and out a couple times, enjoying the slick warmth and her shuddering, gagging expression as you **** the Devi's nose-hole. Finally it becomes a little disgusting, even for you, and you pull out of her nostril and without warning shove your finger right into Viashna's gagging mouth for cleaning. Her tongue tries to avoid your finger, and you make a little game of finding it in her mouth, running your finger all around the inside until its clean of her mucus.

Just when you start freeing your penis to give your divine toy her main course, you hear a strange clicking sound... and then a whirring. You jump back, caught off guard.

Her whole... her head shifts. Around that golden choker, it begins rotating... turning... and then clicks into place. One of the faces, that you assumed was a part of her weird helmet attire, is now in front. Its eyes flutter open, golden irises instead of red staring at you in disgust.

"Mortal," Her voice is different. The same, but different in tone, in rhythm, "You Know Not What You Do," Not as loudly angry.

"Oh my god, that is weird!" You finish whipping out your cock and slap Viashna's massive funbags with it. It's bad enough having one uppity bitch talking, but on the other hand you might have... your brain works again... three? No, four. Whatever, a few different mouths to fuck. And at least it seems they can only talk one at a time.