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6/17/2025, 5:12:58 AM
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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"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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