The Alchemists Creation

Just a snippet ;) not really up for publishing but whats the use keeping drafts around

The first things he noticed were her brilliant eyes-the left an almost neon green, the right an electric blue. They were unnaturally bright, curtained by thick, dark lashes, and were currently widened in excitement. Her eyes were beautiful, and as they met Dr. Byron's, the eyelashes fluttered. Her luscious cyan lips curved upwards in delight. She gazed at him in liquid adoration. He stared back, head spinning slightly from exhaustion, injury, and pure shock.

No one had ever looked at him with an expression so full of... love. Devotion, even. Almost worship.

The second thing he noticed was her form. Clad in a lacy pink dress that matched her fiery red hair like the sweetest of valentines, her outfit only served to accentuate her lush curves-her simply massive breasts, barely contained, with visible cleavage vast enough to get lost in. Her tits jiggled and bounced from her landing, and he could instantly tell from the way they moved and squished together that they were softer than the softest swan-down pillows, smoother than silken blankets, warmer than a nice, cozy bed right next to the crackling fireplace...