Starclad

"...Sensing a crease in my brow, I cleared my mind. No matter how unusual a gaggle of ghurgs seemed, they were little more than rowdy brutes suffering from an astounding lack of self control. I had already defeated droves of their like across the Seven Worlds.
Casually, I sauntered forward, peering at the object of their worship curiously. I readied my powers and prowess for a bit of exercise, but found myself rushing blindingly towards the golden spire of the temple. She exploded forth in my vision, a body clad in inky darkness. Beneath the familiar shawl of night, I saw the gleam of burnished gold skin reflecting the Three Moons. Instantly, she was running her hands over my body, stroking me, cradling me, forcing me. My vision clouded over as she tormented me to the edge of delirium. With a shock my perception slammed back into my body as though I had been dropped from a cliff."