A Truly Defenseless Goddess

My body is sweaty and musky. But Kama’s the ideal lover. Her body is incapable of being unpleasant to the senses if it doesn’t want to be, so the smell is that of water lilies and roses blossoming in Spring. The cum in her pussy sweet enough to throw someone into a sugar coma.

I leave simulation room six and swing over to simulation room one. Ishtar - fellow goddess of love, awaits my grace.

The door wooshes open, and I instantly hear an explosion. The simulator room looks to be a copy of Uruk from Absolute Demonic Front in Babylonia. Ishtar is flying on Maana, loosing energy blasts on the myriad beasts encountered in that singularity.

“Hear me citizens of Uruk! Your most distinguished goddess will defend you in all her glory!” Ishtar’s voice booms radiantly to a fake audience.

Above all, she’s a queen of spectacle. Showy, grand, haughty and loves attention. She has no idea she’s going to have my full attention soon.

The energy blasts continue to rain down, exploding beasts into dust. I can see her flip her hair back from here.

It takes Ishtar a minute to recognize there’s someone in her simulator she didn’t create for her power fantasy.

“Who dares interrupt a goddess of war’s combat training! If I don’t like the answer, you’ll be wiped out where you stand!”

Ishtar loves to reign supreme and lord her authority, this warning is no surprise. But since I’m also a powerful goddess, I feel absolutely nothing from such a petty challenge.

Ishtar flies down on Maana and pauses the attacks, freezing the simulation.

I decide to answer the bimbo goddess now that she’s in range without me needing to yell.

“Just a demon of desire. Checking in on someone who plays pretend in my domain of love.” My completely developed body twists and accentuates my curves, my head twisted back with a hand up to laugh. It’s a challenge without words to this wooden board of a love deity.

Ishtar is dumb, but she’s not dumb enough to not understand what I meant. Her hands come down to her hips in anger, and she cries out.

“P-Pretender?! I’ll have you know I’m the goddess of Venus, war, love, victory, and the patron of Uruk! Y-you're the pretender, beast of desire!” Ishtar is flustered and blabbering to save face, her face has gone red and her arms are being thrown about petulantly.

I struck a nerve and she’s reacting exactly as I or Kama would have expected.

I continue to approach her having insulted her to her face.

“Such a lack of respect. You should be worshipping me for saving all of Chaldea during singularity 7.” She leans back as she says it. A look on her face seemingly expecting exultation for her service.

“Only to almost destroy it during your little summer race event? Please.” My words as Kama are biting, and before Ishtar can try to counter, I swoop in and kiss her on the lips.

My hands are wandering and I try grabbing her shoulders.

Ishtar isn’t having it. She jumps back, her face a shade of red and her arms raised to separate herself.

“HUH?! What in Kur are you doing!” She’s yelling. But she’s incapable of defending from my onslaught.

“Come on pretty love goddess.” My face is all smiles, a warm expression Kama doesn’t really ever show.

I step forward and grab her outstretched arms, pulling her into an embrace.

“Don’t you want a display of affection from a real woman?” Ishtar and I are in each other’s faces.

She’s blushing further. Mouth opening and closing without saying anything. She can’t form words that would even possibly convince me to stop, and she almost understands that.

“B-b-b-but, but we’re both women!” Ishtar yelps out, anything to try and give herself time.

“Oh don’t tell me you’ve never had a woman before. I was so sure you and Ereshkigal have had incestuous lesbian sex here at Chaldea. The thought of it always made my pussy sing.” I chuckle in Kama’s voice.

It’s ironic. Kama, me, is in the body of Sakura, the sister of Ishtar’s vessel. This is just as incestually charged.

I also don’t think for a second that Ishtar hasn’t had raucous sex with all manner of man, woman, mortal, god, or other beings. This was just something to try and distract me.

I puff out my breasts with my galaxy-clad arms and let their weight overpower Ishtar. I moan a little and push her down to ground with my tits as all her bluster disintegrates.

“Fellow goddess of love. How long has it been?” My fingers trace her cheek, Ishtar knows what I’m truly asking.

My lips descend to her neck. I decide to be gentle and sensual. I can feel it in her chest. Ishtar is a bunny, her heart pounding and at risk of exploding from this whole exchange if I don’t take it slow.

Ishtar is defenseless. She’s shaking and spasming. A bead of sweat drops down her forehead.

A few tender seconds pass as I continue to caress her warmly and openly. She answers my question finally, a calm washing over her as the fight leaves her.

“Too long.” She gets the words out. Finally, she has told the truth. The Rin in her really makes her seem like a virgin.

I’m sensual and slow. I whisper my words directly into Ishtar’s left ear. “That’s right.”

My breath is warm. My hands are taking turns combing through her long silky black hair.

“Just go with it. You want this. You want to be taken care of - loved. Allow me this privilege, o goddess.” I decide to finally reward her with asking for permission. I know she’ll say yes, I want to enjoy how she’ll say it however.

“Kama, my sister in the domain of love. Please make love to me. I want it really badly. Something in me is gnawing, and it won’t stop till I let you in.” Ishtar doesn’t sound regretful, but she sounds like she wishes she’d said these things a long time ago.

She’s tense until the last word, then releases. This is a full admission. What would be so forbidden between these hosts in Fuyuki is now mandated here by her wants and needs.

I move to the right ear to say my next words. I’m still on top of Ishtar’s body, she hasn’t thrown me off. I know she won’t. My breasts press into her as I lie down to get right up to her ear.

“Your wish is my command, my goddess.”

With Kama’s mouth, I nibble on Ishtar’s ear lobe. My tongue licks across it. Ishtar moans and spasms from this incredibly private action. I come back to face her straight on. She stays there, lying flat and staring lovingly with her red eyes into my red eyes.

Ishtar is a willing participant, but she wants me to do the work. Fine, I can do that. Kama is the ultimate lover, and while I’m her, I am too.

“You must be so tight. So ready to be fulfilled, goddess. But I’ll go slow… let me know if you need me to stop… If it’s too much for one who reigns over fertility.” My voice is slow.

I’m sultry, playful, tender, and breathy. Ishtar is biting her lip in need. I hear her swallow her saliva, she’s been so nervous despite the restrictions I’ve willingly placed on my actions here.

I slowly move down her with my tongue. First down her neck to her collar, then to her sternum, then across her open exposed stomach.

My hands land on her shoulders, then to her modest breasts. I cup them in my hands and squeeze gently. Ishtar moans and blushes.

“My goddess, I’m going to undress your titties now. Then I’m going to punish your nipples.” Every direction I give is a promise to her. It’s incredible that a fertility goddess is this wanting of simple slow feminine care, but it makes sense considering her vessel.

Ishtar hears me say ‘punish,’ and her eyes start to water. Her mouth frowns in displeasure, she seems ready to tell me no. But she doesn’t. She eyes me and wordlessly says “okay.”

My hands wiggle under her shoulder blades. I unhook and then peel off her bra. I carefully place it to the side just a few feet away from both our flush bodies.

“Goddess. Your humble breasts are lovely. Perfectly sized for me.” My soft hands rub her tit flesh, grabbing a tender hold of the bare skin. Ishtar is listening to me like a prayer. My words are reverent words. I’m worshipping her body, her most important temple.

“Your skin is so soft goddess. You’re like putty in my hands.” My fingers are careful to just rub against her exposed, poking nipples first.

“Your nipples are raised, goddess. Are you ready?” I give her one last out.

“Kama, please! Do it.” It aches with need.

Any longer and Ishtar might pass out in suspense. One last caress of her aeriolas and then my fingers squeeze and twist both of Ishtar’s nipples. She opens her mouth and yelps. She shakes and the muscles in her stomach and lower body flex and tense, but she doesn’t stop me. She wants this, she needs this, and she’s finally getting this.

Below on Ishtar’s body, under her panties, I think I can see some wetness spreading.

“Oh goddess, have you become wet for me?” Ishtar’s eyes tell me everything I already know.

After only a few squeezes, I relent, my hands idle as my mouth centers on target and starts sucking directly on her right breast. My tongue and my teeth against her flesh, latched onto her motherly bosom like a babe. Her other tit is fondled by my left hand.

Then I swap. By the time I’m finished, both of her tits are red and marked with love bites.

I let up to offer another teasing comment. “I wish I could drink up your milk my goddess. But it doesn’t seem like you’re producing.” Ishtar wants more.

“It’s almost time for your lower half, goddess. Please, play with my titties and undress me if you want before I make you cum. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

My offer is absolute. The ball is in Ishtar’s court and she may act however she feels ready.

Her arms, which have struggled to stay still finally come up. As my body goes down on her, bobbing on her stomach, she sits up and starts touching my massive boobs. Groping and caressing, she manages to remove my bra and is enjoying being able to loose her hands in my tits.

She’s rough, she desperately wants to take charge, but everything in her body prevents her. Her biggest need is for me to continue the love making for her.

She lies back down, ready for me to eat her pussy.

I crawl around her body, one hand ready for her pussy, the other to keep roughing up her tits. My right hand removes her panties, exposing how wet she truly is. She’s like a geyser, wet and ready to blow. My fingers enter her soon-to-be gushing mound.

One finger, then two, then three. On the fourth finger, Ishtar opens her eyes wide and cries out.

“Kama please, don’t…” I respect her limits and move back down to three fingers. Ishtar smiles warmly. I’m a demon of pleasure, not a monster.

My other hand restarts the titty fondling. Ishtar bites her lip and inhales sharply. It’s perfect, and my speed slowly increases on both fronts.

The love goddess on her back tenses and untenses constantly, her breathing quickens once then twice over. She’s close, very close.

Finally, Ishtar’s breathing hitches and she screams in delight, her eyes rolling back into her head. My fingers are covered in her girl cum. She comes back to her senses, but she’s clearly ecstatic and rolling in pleasure.

I lick my fingers, covered in her fluids. I make an overly loud mmm sound.

“Allow me to clean you up.” I stick my tongue out and get to work. Lapping up all of her fluids still in her pussy and those that spilled out. “You’re so sweet goddess. I could eat you forever. I hope I was good for you.”

“Thank you… Kama.” A moment passes and Ishtar speaks again.

“Can we… can we do a second round now?” It’s all I needed to hear.

“Yes my goddess. Your wish is my command.” I echo my earlier line. I may be reverent, but I’m still in full control. The love goddess remains under a spell of her and my making.

Every part of her, head to toe, is defenseless.