I am Raj. Twenty years old. Unemployed. Sitting across from David in a coffee shop.
"Dad, what did you call me here for?" I asked as I looked at him.
It had been years since I last saw him. After my mother divorced him because he was always busy travelling the world, rarely returning home to spend time with her, he moved out to live on his own.
Since then till now, the number of times we talked over the phone could be counted on one hand, and the number of times we met face-to-face was almost nonexistent.
"I heard you were looking for a job? I have one for you. Still interested?" David said, flashing a mysterious smile that instantly got a reaction out of me.
A sense of curiosity enveloped me.
"What kind of job is it?" I asked.
David looked seventy to eighty percent similar to me. The only difference was that he had aged, fine lines marking his face, while I was still young with not a wrinkle on mine. We both looked handsome—something that was obvious from the curious glances women around us kept throwing our way.
"You'll be tasked with saving a paradise like no other. The better you are at your job, the more opportunities you'll get to admire beauties thoroughly," David replied. His words couldn't have been more direct.
"Dad, are you serious? This job lets me be up close and personal with beautiful ladies?" I spoke excitedly.
"I don't think I was speaking French," David crossed his arms.
"This seems like my dream job. I'd love to have it," I almost screamed.
"Good. You're hired."
David raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
A blinding light flashed.
My eyes stung so much I clamped them shut.
"I wish you good luck, my son. You will need it where you are going," David said.
Before I could even reply, I felt my body stretching like dough, only to snap back into place.
The sounds of the coffee shop—the chatter of people talking, the clinking of cups, the soft hum of music—vanished in an instant. The rich scent of roasted beans disappeared as well, replaced by the sweet fragrance of flowers filling my nose every time I inhaled.
It felt like I was no longer in the coffee shop at all.
As if with the snap of his fingers, David had teleported me to an entirely different place.
I opened my eyes. A garden stretched out around me, full of blossoms and strange glowing plants. I blinked. I had really been teleported.
"You are the champion chosen by Sir David to save Elysium?"
A voice thick with femininity rang out from behind me.
I turned around—
And froze.
My breath caught in my throat and my lips parted in shock as my eyes locked onto a wonderful sight.
Standing before me was a woman who was practically naked, dressed scantily.
Her outfit was nothing more than a bra and thong, both made of the thinnest transparent silk.
The bra barely held her massive breasts in place, the nipples poking clearly through the see-through material, stiff and aching to be sucked.
The thong was even worse at covering her modesty. It was a tiny triangle of transparent silk clinging to the cave between her thighs. It revealed everything thongs are usually supposed to hide.
Her pussy lips pressed out against it, making its outline so clear I could see the split of her slit through her thong. I felt an intense urge to shove my tongue inside it as my gaze remained there for a good few seconds before moving to admire the other parts of her body.
Her body was flawless. Smooth pale skin, curves so thick they could make me cum easily if they were put to use. Her waist was slim and tight, her hips wide and perfect to grip while pounding into her. Her thighs were thick and creamy, leading down to long legs that ended in delicate feet with painted red nails.
And her face… fuck.
She had the kind of beauty that made your cock hard with just one look. High cheekbones, a soft jawline, lips full and glossy, parted just enough to look like she was waiting for a kiss or a cock that was thick enough to fill her mouth and big enough to be shoved down her throat.
As I ogled her with undisguised lust, her eyes locked onto mine, bright and burning, dripping with lust. They weren't innocent eyes. They were the eyes of a woman who knew exactly what her body did to men.
Her long hair spilled down around her shoulders and chest, some strands sticking to the tops of her breasts, sliding down across the deep valley between them. Combined with that bra and thong, it made her look like the most erotic vision I had ever seen in my life.
She wasn't dressed to express modesty. She was dressed to tempt. Her outfit only made her nakedness feel even more erotic.
And fuck… it was working.
My cock throbbed just looking at her.
"Looked enough?" she asked, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
I shook my head so fast it felt like my body moved on its own. My eyes refused to leave her.
"Never," I said, my voice rough with hunger. "Even if I stared at you for all eternity, I'd never get tired of looking at you."
Her smile deepened, her tongue brushing over her lips as if savoring my words.
"Who… who are you?" I managed to ask as my eyes roamed her figure.
She stepped closer, the sway of her breasts bouncing under the thin silk, the tiny thong straining tighter against her slit. Her voice was low, dripping with temptation as she replied to me.
"I am Agatha. One of the Ten Goddesses of Elysium."
Her words hit me like thunder.
A goddess.
A literal goddess was standing before me practically naked, her eyes locked on me like she wanted me to devour her.
My cock pulsed so hard it hurt.
I wanted to ravage her so bad!
Will I get the opportunity to do it?