The Goddess' Champion

"..."

"The soul, primordial part of life, coexists with the body and the consciousness of being."

"W-What are you-"

"Your body belongs to the land from whence you came, your consciousness belongs to the higher gods and beings that reign this universe, but your soul."

The black miasma covered its body before what could only be described as astounding, lustful, beautiful... it formed itself in front of Constantine, in the form of a woman.

"Your soul belongs to the death even as you live~" She walked forward from that black miasma, naked with that lustfully splendorous body that would make the most primal gods lose their minds.

The lady, the death, stood before that glass... touching it with he finger, unable to come across.

"Even champions of life aren\'t different, once your time has come, you\'re mine... shall your body return back to the land and turn into dust, shall your consciousness re-enter a new cycle, bereft of memories to create life anew, but YOUR SOUL..." She made extra emphasis on those words, making sure to lift her other hand to fondle her own breast -her size beyond perfect, might he add.

"Your soul has to come back to me, for I am the deposit of your experiences and the peace that comes after~" Like the ultimate contrast, what had prior been the voice of his deepest fears, had now turned into \'her\' voice... one of his deepest desires, one that could compel no one but HIMSELF, to submission.

"... Isabella." He murmured, his face grim and disbelieving, his eyes taking all the details of her every cell, details he already knew prior yet missed as he had done with no one.

The person he had loved the most through his life, no doubt, no one could compare.

Yet she stood right in front, showcasing her marvellous figure, coated in the loose black miasma that failed to protect the purity of what was important, no, that miasma desired to showcase and tempt a poor lamb.

"I know all of you, everything you are and were... beyond Sandoria... in the deepest corner of your soul, you love me." Her tongue crawled out, licking that glass lewdly, pressing her entire body against it as if she wanted nothing more than to get rid of this pesky barrier to hug the love of her life, and also... to be hugged back.

"..." Constantine frowned, his entire body shivering, perhaps more than thirty years of desires agglomerated together.

"Come to this side... we can make so much love and never be apart." She lay her words like honey on a plate, making sure to rub her body, her breasts, her legs, everything against it, squishing them for him to delight in, making sure that he knew what he was missing.

His hand extended forward, touching the glass and briefly protruding it, an opportunity that she took.

Her tongue licked his finger and Constantine felt an electrical current pass through his body, one that resembled the edge between pleasure and pain.

Wanton, lusty... her links her only resource was relentless, he extended it forward, giving her, even more, a second finger, and she made sure to squeeze her tongue between the crevices.

"I love you." She said, licking her lips, floating up and pressing her breast against his fingers, with a scheme.

Once again he extended his hand forward a bit, compelled to grasp the entirety of her boob, squeezing it with such euphoria, recalling those old beautiful days.

Her breasts produced milk, they spilt on his hand tantalizing.

And that was when she giggled, moaning to the white world how good she felt, once again she floated above, making him touch her naked insides, introducing the fingers herself, doing all the job.

"We can do so much more if you come, Constantine come, please, I can\'t wait... like the old times, do you remember?"

He felt that moist and delightful flesh that would engulf him were he to agree, but the lady noticed... she noticed his stimulation wasn\'t as big as before and hence, switched her tactic and retreated a single step, placing his hand back in her breast, ones that he squeezed madly yet again, slating a giggle out of her.

The pesky barrier, the blessing of adjourned death, seemed to become a nuisance for the two of them.

"Suck them."

"..." His body shivered again with that sweet voice, her breast pressed forward, squishing against that glass, he noticed something that he didn\'t see before, aside from her nipple.

A crack.

Yet her nipple, soaked in milk and tantalising; was so close.

That his head couldn\'t help extending forward to give it a lick.

"Hmn!~" Her moan was way stronger.

"D-Don\'t lick, suck, please suck them, they are yours, have always been..." Her voice sounded compelling, anxious, like she seriously needed him to suck her breasts or she would perish.

His mouth squeezed out of the glass and took a good bite of her breasts, something that prompter her... to take a good grip of his entire head and smile.

"That\'s it, I love it... it is tasty, right?~" She didn\'t forget to place his hand, which was already out, against her pussy, rubbing and rubbing, moaning.

Almost half of the job was done, no petty blessing would stop \'her\'.

Her hands squeezed his head, pulling, a millimetre every minute was enough, taking his head out of that glass, he sucked relentlessly, played with her nipple, licked it, sucked so much of that milk that his mind seemed to go crazy, memories flooded, so many special memories.

"Yes, that\'s right, my son~"

"..."

And that was the moment everything stopped, she frowned when he stopped sucking, his hand also stopped conquering down there.

Everything came to a standstill.

Because \'she\' would never say those words... while they\'re doing \'this\'.

As fast as lightning he retreated back into the security of that glass, that blessing given to him by one of the individuals he loved the most in this world, that woman he lived long enough just so she could see her part.

Sandra.

With his eyes filled with wrath, he regarded the visage of \'Isabella\' who no longer looked as pleasured and happy, instead... her gaze contained nothing but Death.

"You can\'t just give a taste, without obtaining the whole experience." The lady tried with a sigh, knowing by now that she had made a mistake and this reap would likely end up in failure.

The Death would be bereft of a single soul, for the time being.

"You\'re not her... and even if you were, it doesn\'t matter, I\'m not going with you... she would have never desired for me to abandon what I have... and what I am... for \'her\'... I always hated that so much, but what can I do?" Constantine said with a self-mocking smile, feeling endless sadness.

The woman\'s previously breathtaking visage turned into a hideous smirk filled with evil.

"That\'s a mother\'s job." He closed his eyes and the next second, she was no longer there.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!--------------------

That gargantuan claw once again shook against the glass, producing several cracks, using the previous one as the base, but ultimately, it failed to shatter this resistance.

Death failed to claim his soul.

"CONSTANTINE LIONHEART!! YOU CAN\'T ESCAPE FOREVER!!"

A black hole appeared behind that hideous creature, sucking it back to where it belonged, a reaper could only be in this world for so long, their existence unfair to reality, they belonged to the laws of death, and forever would.

"Thank you, Sandra." He said with endless gratitude as the dreamland banished with the echoes of that creature leaving his soul ever so eerie.

He had escaped death, but for how long?

...

[Blessing of Adjourned Death (sealed)]