Remove the gag

You halt your advance through her colon, pausing to enjoy her soft insides lazily resisting you. Your addictive nectar was doing its job, you could feel her muscles involuntarily relaxing as you massaged them with life-giving ooze. Her grunts of defiance had subsided to labored breathing and her eyes were once again shut tight. You let loose a sizable spurt inside her and she groans deeply as sweat breaks out across her body. Hm... she was still resisting you... but you think she's getting a bit too comfortable. In one fluid motion you remove her gag and withdraw your slime-covered vine from her bowels with a delightful Pop. "Ahh!" one surprised outburst is all you get from her before she regains her concentration and clamps her mouth shut, glaring at you through unfocused eyes.

She struggles to yell at you while gasping for air, "You... you cannot... hold me... monster! My... my master will destroy you!" You idly flick her black hat to the ground, letting loose a cascade of tangled and slightly damp hair across her furious features, I must say Miera, I didn't expect you to admit to having a master. What use would a woman of your power have for one? Besides, where is he now? Your jibe goes unnoticed as she grits her teeth in an unpleasant sneer, "He is a god you fool! He is everywhere and nowhere! My lord Logaros will blast you from this plain in... in a river of mana!" She no doubt would have continued but she has to stop to catch her breath. ...so why am I still here? She snarls at you and resumes her struggles with renewed vigor, successfully moving about an inch in any given direction.

To be perfectly honest you'd been anticipating a lightning bolt for some time. If Miera was really all that everyone thought she was you'd have expected some divine intervention by now. Maybe she was just putting on airs? Taking the title "Miera the god-touched" to make her more imposing? Maybe that wasn't even her name? Then again, gods worked in mysterious ways. If she was legitimate you'd probably be crushed in a freak avalanche or something a week from now.

Miera was spitting nonmagical curses at you now, though they were spoken with such vehemence that you discreetly Absorb any mana she'd been regenerating. Putting aside worries of a divine smite coming your way, you turn back to the task at hand: you had a demigod to break.