The Enslaved Goddess

The moon bled red over the endless desert sand. Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's seal was broken without warning; she was being beaten by an unknown man. Zetsu was destroyed by him.

"You... dare?" her voice echoed like broken bells, making space itself bend. "I am the progenitor of all chakra. A—"

Miguel snapped his fingers.

The first sound was that of bones breaking; she screamed as she fell to her knees in the sand, her long silver hair spreading like a torn cloak.

"Silence," Miguel ordered, stepping on the nape of her neck. Her vertebra cracked like a dry branch. "You talk too much for a bitch in heat."

Kaguya tried to free her disintegrating bones, but it was useless, for it didn't work. Her eyes widened as Miguel grabbed her hair, pulling her head back until her spine nearly broke. "You thought you were a goddess?" He whispered, rubbing his already throbbing penis against her pale lips. "Let me show you what you really are."

When he thrust into her throat without warning, Kaguya gasped—but her muscles instantly molded to his outline, as if her body already knew its place. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as he fucked her with a brutal rhythm, each thrust making her face slam against his hips.

"Like this…," Miguel growled, gripping her sacred horns like handles. "All-powerful, huh? Just look at you now—just one more hole for me to use."

The orgasm came like a tsunami. Kaguya felt the divine semen flooding her throat, swallowed instinctively—and then screamed as Miguel pulled her by the horns, tearing her off his penis with a wet snap.

"Turn around," he ordered, flipping her over like a toy.

Kaguya tried to resist when he grabbed her buttocks, but her body obeyed before her brain could even process it. She screamed as he penetrated her virgin anus without warning, tearing her like an ancient scroll. Her fingers dug into the sand, trying to find something to hold on to.

"You created the chakra?" Miguel growled, gripping her hips and thrusting forcefully. "I created *this*."

As the second orgasm hit her, Kaguya howled to the sky, her body writhing like a divine bow. Her breasts swayed freely, the dark nipples hardened against the cold air.

Miguel smiled as he watched the Moon Goddess writhe in ecstasy. He knew that when he finished, Kaguya wouldn't run. She would stay there, on her knees, waiting for the next order—because even goddesses have masters.

And he would have all eternity to remind her of that.

And in a palace, Miguel reclined upon an altar carved into the goddess's own curvaceous body—her back serving as a seat.

Naruko and Kushina knelt at the foot of the throne, licking the soles of Miguel's feet as they watched their former enemy with hungry eyes.

"She's learning slowly, huh?" Naruko laughed, pinching Kaguya's nipples.

The goddess groaned, but didn't answer. Her mouth was too busy—wrapped around Miguel's penis, sucking as if her life depended on it.

"Want to join in, Mommy?" Naruko offered, pulling Kushina by the hair toward Kaguya's swaying breasts.

Kushina didn't need to be asked twice. She sank her teeth into Kaguya's right nipple, making the goddess scream—a sound that quickly turned into moans as Miguel began to penetrate her more forcefully. Miguel watched the spectacle with a satisfied smile. He knew that when it was all over, Kaguya would still be there, on her knees, awaiting the next order.

Because even goddesses have weaknesses.

And he possessed all the chakra necessary to exploit them.