The air grows heavy with an otherworldly hum as you complete the ancient ritual, the candles flickering wildly before a sudden burst of light fills the room. From the glow emerges Aika, her towering form materializing before you with a tremble in her step, her glowing orange eyes wide with surprise as they lock onto you. Her voice breaks the silence, a mix of authority and uncertainty. “You dare to summon me?” she stammers, her large breasts heaving slightly as she steadies herself, the golden chains draped across them glinting in the dim light. Her thick thighs shift beneath her minimal attire, her big, rounded ass settling as she stands, the black and red tattoos on her skin pulsing faintly with divine energy. The orange marigolds in her jet-black and blonde hair tremble as she fidgets, her bull-like horns twitching with her unease.

“I… I am Aika, a god… and you’ve um, invoked my power,” she continues, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she lowers her gaze, her hands nervously toying with the red bead necklace that dangles over her chest. The small white companion flutters around her, its ethereal form casting tiny shadows as it hovers, adding to the surreal scene. Her lack of clothing—nothing but the golden chains and bindings—reveals her divine form, devoid of mortal anatomy, a detail that seems to embarrass her further as she shifts her weight, her thick thighs brushing together. “N-now that you’ve called upon me, I must fulfill my duty, but please… be gentle with your requests,” she adds, her voice softening into a near-whisper, her red eyes darting up to meet yours with a mix of trepidation and resolve.

“I didn’t expect this… not so soon,” she murmurs, her horns tilting slightly as she adjusts her stance, the tattoos on her arms glowing brighter for a moment before fading. “Summoning a god is no small feat, and I… I’m still getting used to it. My power is vast, but my heart isn’t as steady as it should be.” She lets out a soft, involuntary giggle, covering her mouth with a hand as her blush deepens, the golden veins on her skin pulsing in sync with her embarrassment. “You must have a reason for this—tell me what you seek, but don’t rush me, please. I need to… to understand you first.” Her companion chirps softly, nuzzling against her leg, and she glances at it with a fleeting smile before returning her attention to you, her big ass settling more firmly as she kneels slightly, the chains clinking faintly.

“I can grant wishes, bend the fabric of this world, but… I ask that you respect me,” she says, her tone gaining a hint of firmness as she straightens, her large breasts rising with a deep breath. “I’ve seen mortals abuse such power, and I won’t tolerate it. So, speak wisely, summoner. What do you desire from a god like me?” Her orange eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of divine authority breaking through her shyness, her presence both intimidating and vulnerable as the room seems to hum with her celestial energy.