Martian Goddess
His savior, his new reason for being, appeared before him in a flash of red and purple. With graceful, sensual movements, she shot a flaming arrow into the heart of the monster that had threatened his life, reducing it to a screaming pile of ash.
She turned to him with a kind smile. Those violet eyes, soft and benevolent. That pale skin, glowing gently in the moonlight. That long, flowing, dark hair, running down her back; so long that she could use it to wipe her ass, and such a rich, luxurious shade of black that no one would be able to tell if she did. She probably did.
He asked her.
His goddess, his sexy Martian goddess, was angered.
Thus did she smite him.
And it was good.
Then she looked around carefully before dropping her panties and wiping her festering asscrack with her beautiful locks. Oh god!
Fin