Ser Maxwell, the Holy Knight (Goof Troop)
From Create Your Own Story
Lights dance before your eyes in the wake of being pulled from stasis, and you're scarcely aware of the weight of a sword in your hand and heavy armour on your frame before you find yourself standing at the side of a worn country road with the most beautiful girl you've ever seen kneeling before you.
The first thing you see are her dark, glittering eyes, and as you faded into existence you noticed them shift from wide-eyed and desperate to joyful and brimming with tears in a matter of seconds. Her immaculate face is framed by the wisps of rich amber-coloured hair that poke out from beneath her pure white habit, her only oddity above the neck being an endearing snout tipped with a brown, vaguely doglike nose. Your attention is drawn away from this to her full, smiling lips as she begins to speak in a quavering voice.
"M-My prayers have been answered! A noble knight has come to my aid!" she exclaims with earnest excitement, and this time your attention cannot help but be directed below her neckline... Specifically, to the tremulous swaying of her enormous breasts. Though contained in a modest gown that indicates her status as a woman of the cloth, her magnificent J-cup tits make her a scandal in any garment - and given how she speaks and gestures without a care for the jellolike motions of her braless bust, it would seem that the girl is very much unaware of the effect her body has on the average observer.
"I knew that if I only had faith, and prostrated myself here, that a hero would arrive to disperse these brigands! Name thyself, Sir Knight... And please, reveal your face if you would - I request, humbly, to know the countenance of my saviour." she continues, taking your gauntlet-clad hands in hers as she gazes up at you with sparkling eyes. You lift a hand to adjust the faceplate of your helmet, prompting a coo of unexpected admiration from the girl at your feet as you reveal your own doglike features.
"Ser Maxwell." you answer simply. The name rings false in your ears even as you speak it... As if a syllable or two are out of place. But, somehow, it feels right. Despite your disorientation it makes you feel tied to this land - and the attractive young maiden before you.
"O-ooh~ Ser Maxwell...!" she gasps, absently mooshing her clothed mounds against your plated thighs as her half-lidded eyes meet yours, "I am Roxanne, a simple priestess, and I am blessed to have so fine a hero come for me in my hour of need...! If you would do away with the brigands blocking the road up ahead, my gratitude would truly know no bounds..." she gushes, her breasts rolling up to form a wealth of cleavage as if on-cue.
