Van Wylde found himself wandering in the desert, craving more than just water. As he crawled over the sand dunes, he must have seen many things. Illusions? For in the distance was a stunning goddess of fertility, born from the sand like an ancient goddess of love. Those magnificent diamond banks sparkled among the roughness! The sun embraced her curves and the wind blew through her thin clothing as she approached, bringing him the refreshing moist air as he looked up at those firm breasts and the full lips smiling at him. When he woke up, Van found himself in the temple of Diamond - or so it seemed - as she guided him back to a state of complete health... Ensuring that he was strong as she drooled over his cock and rubbed her juicy ass against his body! But wait, since when did mystical temples have running engineless baths and closets? What is happening here?!
