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You solved it! The enygma is over when the Sphinx let her nipples shoots openning the vaultgate.
Chamber down, you see the giant being with enourmous tits! This is what you came for, as tell the tales:
"Once upon a time, in the wide chamber of a fogotten gigantic sacred castle, there rested her chest on the magic shroud the abomination mother of all born humans – Eva, Goddess of Breastfeed."
The giantess probably noticed you presence when the great gears moved. Without moving or opening her eyes, she please you greetings:
-My best regards, my pious traveller *deeply sniffs, seeking for human fragrance* You smell like one of my childs! You you have overcome many challenges to came here, epic misadventures. Now it is only fair that your effort be rewarded. I'd be glad to reward you with my attention. What is your name, little boy, and who you are?
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>Njal (+phisique)
>Lumiere (+magic)
>Jos Jun (+hability)
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>A dead skinned TOMB RAIDER, with rogue traits and a poltergeist bro
>A honey priest, MAGE OF BEES, spellshoter and distance controler
>Ancient warcraft, whose can WRESTLE for constant spot advantage
I was having trouble generating the next pixel art, so I took a break to eat. I'm fast replying.
Kneeling before the throne-bed, you share your confidences: "My family is Jos, and my name is Jun. I was the gym leader of the first military training school in Anthem. My soul was trapped in this stone obelisk for thousands of years, but I eventually awoke. My consciousness has always been alive, and my hope rests in my Goddess who has guarded me since birth."
"Splendid, pious warrior! The Mother Goddess is the hope of the righteous. But many millennia ago, your people strayed from my high paths to live in independence. I retreated to this castle, grew accustomed to solitude, and was visited only by angels. Thus, in 7,000 years, I have never seen another child’s soul. This is a great event! Let me take a good look at you."
The goddess’s eyes emit a light that burns you. You feel the light pierce through your rocks. Your mineral heart reacts to it and begins to beat again. Then, the magical fragrance of the goddess and her breasts enters your stone nostrils, turning your dormant, dusty lungs into flesh. You deeply inhale the sacred scent of her holy skin, filling you with Desire, Violence, Pleasure, Freedom, Excess, Fear, and other Instincts.
"Pious warrior, you are… Hmm… A human figure of dreadful appearance." These words cut your heart. You thought gods would look at the soul and nothing else, but perhaps it would be worse, to disgust the goddess with your impure thoughts would be total annihilation. She continues: "And what do you desire, calf of Eve? Truth? Forgiveness? Peace?"
Your body rises and takes a heavy step toward the throne-bed. Electricity courses through you, moving your body for you. "Muh, I…" You try to access your memories to form a response, but it’s hard with all this electrified light flowing through your neurons. You recognize the sensation as something you’ve felt hundreds of times in dreams, but you can’t recall a single one. It feels like a kind of excitement. You keep walking toward Her. The pulsating, mysterious flow grows stronger as your eyes fix on Eve’s Body and her colossal curves, sparking a peak of despair when her soft voice is heard again: "Human, this bed is holy. What do you think you’re doing?" You don’t know what to say, nor do you understand. You climb onto the bed. "This isn’t my fault." - "I command you to stop!" - "I… I can’t." She raises an open palm against you.
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>>6259669From that close you can see her big brown areolas through the white silk. The stories say that Eve’s children will be resurrected in glorified flesh to be nursed for all eternity.
“Booba, I…” – “What?..”
"I want to suckle at your udders! I mean, milkers, I mean—"
"But I would never offer my breasts to you! You’ve tread on my sheets with material dirt. I curse you and all your descendants! Die! Die!"
"I need your holy breasts. Without them, I’ll go mad!"
"You’re already mad. Real knights never bark for mommie tiddies or stuff!"
“But it's huge! P-perdon– I mean, not why– I didnt I came here for gigantic god tits. I just can’t remember. I can only smell that meaty air and my brain goes…”
“I’ve had enough! Get out of here and die slow, blasphemous kid!”
One of the angel statues adorning the chandelier comes to life and swoops down to expel you from the bed.
> "I beg you to pity the dry throat of a sinner!" Plead for milk and mercy (indulgence quest route)> "You miserable, nameless birthing concubine!" Grab her by force and drain her breasts (rape quest route)(2/2)
>>6259673>>6259673 >"You miserable, nameless birthing concubine!" Grab her by force and drain her breasts (rape quest route)
"You miserable, nameless birthing concubine! Seduz os homens com falsas promessas of elder milk tanks. Não atoa seu culto foi abandonado. I'm gonna tear-open your silk rags, drink liters and liters! And better you jerk my human cock off all the meantime. Both of us shall milk today"
One of the angel statues adorning the chandelier comes to life and swoops down to expel you from her proximity. It knocks you 20 feet away pronated.
In order to feed on these amazing 34HHH cups, you must pass that naked obstacle, The Guardian Angel.
"Pityful human. Freak for breast milk and fat tits. I will assure you never have a hard time controlling yourself ever. Get ready for a spine-chilling death."
>FIGHT!
Nothing to worry about, you are a connoisseur of the lines, you know the relationship between each instance and its respective gaps in the fight.
Every part of the body grabbed is an opportunity. A grabbed head or neck are invitations to eye poke and adams apple held, and the torso when easily grabbed prevents the target from landing powerful melee attacks and gives you control over their poise. You remember everything freshly.
The angel stands straight on one leg, then, showing incredible control and flexibility, lifts its opposing leg straight up—not forward or to the side, but directly up.
>(1/2)
"Look. My right foot is far above your head, and the leg is fully extended, forming a near-perfect vertical line. Angels fight with mathematically perfect shapes. Your defeat has already been calculated, it's gonna be a brutal, wet crackling, frontal head stomp"
>Why do you reveal it to me?
>I'll take good care of you two
>write in
Such an upright, half-grounded stance would normally invitate you to it's legs, but a single-leg takedown cannot be effectively capitalized on a creature with wings.
Even if you dominate one leg, you can't just drive the foe at will or drop it as usual, since it has large wings that can perhaps lift both of you into the air at once.
What do you do?
>grapple (location) from (direction)
>strike (location) from (direction)
>analyze
>write in
Special tools!
>All in (making no effort to defent yourself until your next turn for an extra accurate or extra harmful strike)
>Super effort (I can burn 10% your stamina to boost your PHISIQUE for a single strike)
chunli
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I'm giving up illustrate only with pixel art. From now on you will see the best I can do in 30 minutes.
>>6260002Do you want it to be extra harmful or xprecise?
>>6259958>"You miserable, nameless birthing concubine! Seduz os homens com falsas promessas of elder milk tanks. Não atoa seu culto foi abandonado. I'm gonna tear-open your silk rags, drink liters and liters! And better you jerk my human cock off all the meantime. Both of us shall milk today"are you a brazilian using translate ? nem pra notar que uma parte ainda tava em pt-br kkkkkkkkk
>>6259960>Why do you reveal it to me?>analyze
>>6260345I write in english manually. Sometimes I think mixed up and then I have to review fixing it. Dessa vez passou despercebido.
