As the morning breeze crept into the little room through the window, the curvaceous former goddess had slowly awoken from her slumber. Lucoa's multicolored eyes fell onto her little master, all snuggled up and sleeping soundly next to her: Shouta.
His dainty little hand was in her own, and was quite cold. The motherly goddess was in love with her little master. There was very little she wouldn't do for him. He was her pride and joy, master and husband and future god at her side. She wanted to do so many things to him.
But what? The goddess thought...
