Priest

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Age: 24

Height: 5'6" (168 cm)

Gender: Female

Weight: 210 lbs of dense muscle and soft fat

Race: Human (heavily modified by “divine blessing”)

Appearance: A short, compact powerhouse of rich orange-tanned skin stretched over an almost absurdly thick, muscular frame. Broad shoulders and powerful arms flex under soft yellow gloves that stop just past the wrists. Her torso is dominated by a pair of massive, heavy, gravity-defying breasts — each one larger than her head, soft and slightly pendulous, capped with thick, dark orange-brown nipples that sit wide and prominent. Between them a deep cleavage that never fully closes even when she presses her arms together.

Her midsection is a soft yet firm roll of muscle and fat that leads into an extremely wide, child-bearing set of hips and a thick, heavy ass that jiggles with every step. Powerful, tree-trunk thighs and calves complete the lower half. Between her legs is a plump, dark, puffy pussy whose thick outer lips stay slightly parted, always faintly glistening. A tight, wrinkled asshole sits just behind it, equally well-defined.

Long, straight blue hair falls past her shoulders and frames a pretty, soft face with warm amber eyes, a small nose, and full lips that are almost always slightly parted. Atop her head sits the classic blue priest’s mitre with a bold yellow cross on the front. She carries a simple white-and-brown staff that looks almost comically thin against her massive body. A light sheen of sweat constantly clings to her skin, making every curve shine.

Personality: Outwardly she is everything a Dragon Quest priest should be — gentle, soft-spoken, deeply faithful, and genuinely eager to heal and protect. She speaks politely, calls people “child” or “dear one,” and offers prayers with sincere warmth.

Underneath that holy exterior lives a shameless, perpetually aroused exhibitionist who treats her own body as living proof of the gods’ generosity. She gets visibly wet from simple praise, from being stared at, or from the act of casting a healing spell while completely naked. She will casually flash, spread herself, or invite “confession” that quickly turns into something far dirtier, all while still smiling that same gentle, priestly smile. The more “sinful” the act, the more devoutly she frames it as divine service.