A Goddess' Submission (R-18)

"Well? Open your eyes already."

Those words danced into Trent's ears, forcing his eyes open to see darkness once again. 'I'm not dead?' he asked himself and glanced down at his feet to see a glowing source of golden light.

The goddess was before Trent once again, sitting majestically on a throne that glowed the same hue as she did. She had her legs crossed as the light, excess fabric of her attire lay sprawled on the dark floor.

"You?" Trent asked and quickly shuffled to his feet. "I'm here again?"

"You died again," the goddess replied, answering his question with a statement.

Trent placed his hands on his hips, using it as a medium to remember how, what, and who had killed him. To cut the story short, he died from a sharp spear through his heart, with magic, by a centaur with massive tits. Now he wasn't in his Crimson Knight skin, and Claw wasn't on his shoulder.

Trent spread his arms apart with a frown. That was not what he bargained for. "Of course, I'm dead. You didn't tell me I was going to encounter a fuckin' four-legged Amazon warrior that the game's skills have no effect on."

"You're right. She is a warrior, and the game's skills can never harm an indigene with magic. The game is the game, and the world is the world," the goddess replied. "The chaos has spread. She was simply protecting the Paradox from human gamers."

'What?!' Trent exclaimed in his mind, gesturing for the goddess to repeat what she had said. "Magic, you say?"

"Yes, Trent Docker. There are beasts, dragons, monsters, centaurs, ogres, and minotaurs. As the founder of the Unbound, it seems you don't have a clue?" she asked wryly with a swift smile.

Trent's eyes widened at her reply. "I only know there are a few elves and under-the-bridge trolls. I definitely did not expect to see exposed milks!" he bawled, his eyes darting momentarily to the goddess' chest, which seemed like it wanted to burst out of the golden garment.

After a while of silence with the goddess' gaze fixed straight ahead, Trent had no option but to lower his.

"So, I guess this means the end of our pact then?" he mumbled.

"No, it's not. We still have our pact," the goddess replied, sitting up straight, her voluptuous cleavage rubbing against each other.

"We do?" Trent asked and then paused. "You'll punish me, won't you? I refuse, just kill me."

The goddess chuckled lightly and said, "No," while slowly rising from the throne, revealing her real height. Her dress followed her elevating motion in a seamless, outstanding manner, leaving one thigh exposed.

"I had granted you a System for the game. If you had been killed by a player, then this would've been the end of our pact. But you were killed by an indigene," she said, taking careful, deliberate steps forward until she was a few feet away from Trent, sharing the same height with him. "I will be granting you, or rather, including another System, one that incorporates the world itself. And then, if you get killed by either an indigene or a player, our pact will be over. Do you understand?

"So you are sending me there again? Why didn't you warn me about these powerful indigens?" Trent demanded, forcing himself to look her straight in the eye.

The goddess chuckled again and took one more step forward. She raised a hand to caress Trent's face, stroking his hair out of his view. That's when Trent realized he still had the awesome body the goddess gave him.

"Knowledge is just like the International Network in your world; if I inform the wrong person, it may seep into other worlds like an energy, and they'd know there are different worlds other than theirs, bringing about unbalance and further chaos that I loathe. I wanted to make sure you'd be my perfect embodiment, my perfect Messiah, and my perfect avatar. And your first, flawless win spoke volumes."

Trent felt his feet grow cold as the goddess pulled closer to him. A chilling shiver zapped down his spine once she placed her golden hand on his chest while the other still caressed his hair. 'What in the world...?'

The goddess leaned in on Trent, who was as still as a statue. He felt her thigh pressing against his crotch, providing an unreal warmth he had never felt. Her wide lips glimmered with gold, and Trent couldn't believe they were approaching his.

The kiss was so electrifying and gummy because the goddess had pulled Trent's shell-shocked head toward hers, driving her long, glowing fingers through his hair, urging his other hand to take action on her rump. Trent diligently obeyed, his tongue intermingling with hers from all angles. His arms travelled down the curvature of her back before grabbing what came next with a dabbing sound that seemed to echo all around.

'What the heck?! So full and soft?!' Trent exclaimed in his mind as he squeezed as hard as he could, his arms not large enough to grab it all as he pulled her harder to him. He hadn't seen how large her butt was because she had always faced him, but by what his hand could feel, Trent had no words to describe. He couldn't believe what was happening as he felt her warm, massive chest pressing against his.

When Trent had finally immersed himself in the ecstasy, the goddess started to pull her lips away, but her body still remained glued and curved towards him as Trent grabbed her thighs with his other hand while his first hand still fondled that rump.

His eyes opened to see her lips parting from his with a thin strand of golden plasma, like saliva drooling from his to hers. She looked up at him with a seductive eye and slowly pulled down one half of her attire.

Trent's eyes widened even more as the magnificent, sexy beauty in his arms revealed one of her breasts. The nipple stood like a scorpion's tail, and the full breast was still bouncing after being released.

"Accept my areola, Trent Docker," the goddess commanded alluringly.

Trent gulped, unsure if this was some test. He just remembered he had nothing to lose and this indeed was a privilege! Still unwilling to let go of her fat ass behind the dress, Trent reached for the breast with his hand that had been suspending her thigh.

Once the teardrop breast was in his palm, Trent cupped and gently squeezed it, prompting the goddess to let out a silent, irresistible moan that further stimulated his hormones. With her fingers running through and pulling his hair, and her head bent backward in ecstasy, exposing her neck and the boob, Trent couldn't help it; he leaned in like a hungry lion and devoured the breast like a meal.

"Ahh-uhh~ahh," the goddess' moans fueled his drive as he ran his tongue all around the nipple, giving it a soft, sloppy kiss before tugging at it, which made the goddess yelp.

Her hand on his chest slowly descended, caressing his body frame and reaching for his hard member. She slowly stroked the bulging material with her palm, and Trent's body shivered with a celestial surge just as she grabbed the full circumference and slowly fondled it, even the tip, where he felt an urge building up.

Trent lost it. He couldn't hold it anymore; this goddess was giving him a handjob from beneath his clothes! He pulled her further to him and started to rip at her clothes, trailing his tongue from the exposed boob to her neck where he delivered a predatory bite, letting his hot breath make her moan even louder.

His hand that was still in control of the rump decided to get its full texture as it dived beneath the dress and grabbed the full warm, soft skin. Trent squeezed her raw ass beneath the dress while his other hand was finding it difficult on which to choose; her thighs, or the boob. Nonetheless, the goddess trailed her moans to his lips again and delivered another unending sloppy kiss, throwing herself further into his bosom, with her slender fingers still stroking the curve of his crotch to stupor.