I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

Nymira’s seemingly simple downward strike of her great sword had contained such immense force that if it had been when Ben was only a mortal, he would have sustained critical injuries from the blowback.

Even as someone who was at the master realm, there was fundamental shock to his system, as well as the overpowering pressure that was painfully rooting Ben to place, causing him to lie there on the ground, straining to catch a glimpse of Nymira amidst the explosive whirlwind that she had just unleashed.

"This is a highly restricted location...."

"Only my hunt squad and one other is permitted entry."

"So tell me..."

"How did you come to be here, Mr Hardwood?"

Ben, who was still adjusting to the spiralling, powerful pressure, suddenly felt all that pressure disappear as he heard a familiar calm voice from right behind him.

Smillng softly even before he turned on the ground, Ben Dover came to look up at the visage of Nymira, standing over him, her giant great sword in one hand and resting on her right shoulder, her other hand on her waist as she observed him with those assessing steely blue eyes.

So up close, Ben instantly took in her figure and appearance. It seemed he had happened upon her while she was training, evident by the simple, worn-out piece of clothing she had on as compared to the gown-like body suit she usually wore.

’.....good gracious!’

Ben exclaimed inside. Nymira appeared like an Amazonian goddess, long silver hair billowing with the wind, steely blue eyes gleaming, gigantic breasts almost bursting and tearing through the seams of the crop-top-like fabric used to tie those juicy goodness in place, presumably so they don’t bounce all over while she trained.

Her large cleavage glistened brilliantly, bouncing off sweet rays of sunlight off the specks of lingering sweat on her chest, down her curvy, round waist and flat belly, reaching to her large, delicate thighs, which were also only covered to the lower portion of her ass cheeks.

’goddamn!’ Ben exclaimed again inside; the vision before him was certainly one he had fantasised multiple times about.

"You’re magnificent."

He muttered out loud, unable to hold back his appreciation, his words coated in naked arousal, eyes drinking all of Nymira in a manner that she certainly noticed.

But Ben wasn’t bothered she would notice his obvious desires; after all, that was exactly why he came over here.

Though he had a more streamlined seduction method to get into her pants, it was still best to subtly hint at the object of one’s muse concerning what one has in mind, so things can play through the natural course, as long as one plays their cards right.

Ben at first wanted to confess to Nymira about how delicious he thought she looked.....even ’hardwood junior’ had since sprung to attention.

But unlike the Duchess, Ben was still unsure about Nymira and how open-minded she was to flirtations.

And seeing the type of power she was exuding as well as what she had just done, Ben was most certain that this woman was at least as strong as the Duchess.

He needed to tread carefully with his actions and slowly seduce her, or he might actually get slapped to oblivion.

If at the end of the day, he still failed in his attempt to seduce her and get in her pants, he would have to change his focus to some other targets as fast as possible; his life timer was continuously ticking down.

There was no time to play the long seduction game in this kind of situation; it was simply all or nothing.

"Hmm... that still doesn’t answer my question...."

"What are you doing here ?"

Nymira intoned after a moment’s pause from what Ben had just said.

Ben couldn’t read her expression or tell what the lady was thinking, but such novice concerns do little to deter one who’s so fluent in the language of seduction.

"I actually came to see you," he said to Nymira, bringing himself up to sit on his bum, as he dusted the debris from his clothes.

"You came to see me?....you know you could have died if I hadn’t noticed your presence and dialed back the force of my swing."

"Next time, just wait for me to resume at the mansion," Nymira remarked as she turned away from Ben, beginning to walk back in the direction of a modest bungalow which Ben could now see clearly, her glistening thighs and ass cheeks flashing in an unholy display, as her curvy waist and bum swayed provocatively.

"So... why have you come to see me, Mr Hardwood ?" she voiced as she walked towards the front porch of the bungalow, removing her great sword from her shoulder, and resting it by the front wall.

She reached for a stool, containing a jar of water and a silver cup, and she poured herself a cup, drinking slowly as she looked through the cup at Ben who was now approaching closer, before stopping only a few paces in front of Nymira.

"My lady, Nymira...I need you."

Ben declared, looking directly into Nymira’s steely blue eyes. His gaze was heated as they almost visibly ravaged her full, voluptuous form.

"What ?!"

Nymira just about spat the water in her mouth before looking back to Ben. There was what Ben said, as well as how he said it, as well as the look in his eyes as he drank her in.

Nymira’s fair cheeks reddened a little, a crack in her composure appeared, which she managed to quickly dismiss into her usual indifferent nonchalance as she asked him, cautiously setting down her cup....

"And what exactly do you mean by that ?"

Ben didn’t answer her question directly. Steeling his resolve, he moved closer to Nymira, one step after the next, his heartbeat almost sounding through his chest as he advanced until he was only a few inches away from her, his face just a couple notches from her ginormous bosom, with her sweet sweaty scent enshrouding his senses.

The way her breasts heaved gently, her cleavages glistening so invitingly, Ben could barely bring his gaze from them, but he forced himself to.

He inclined his head a little so his gaze came into contact with those of Nymira, and he could tell that if he didn’t explain himself soon, he might receive some broken bones for getting so close into her personal space.

Ben Dover’s expression steeled into one of determination as he said to her, looking zealously into her steely blue eyes...

"I need you, My lady.....Teach me....."

"Teach me how to fight."

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