The Slavers aiming to ruin them.

Once she had created the white pieces, she had to create the black, and she refused to give her fellow god anything less than her best. Not after all the 'fun times' they had had together. The only question is, what should they be like...?

Well, to start, the Pawns, which were easy enough. Black skin, cruel smirks, large cocks that hung down below the short hems of their robes, only a single button or lace holding the garment on their bodies, all the better to show off their muscular chests, and all easily five-foot-six. Each was carrying a club, so that they could more easily knock out anyone who caught their eye, though their hairstyles were different from one to the next. More importantly, however, each bore a different mark on their foreheads, blue paint showing a different symbol. To anyone else, it meant nothing. For them...?

Control. Subjugation. Submission. Bondage. Pain. Power. Tyranny. Slavery. All of these belonging to their 'Dark God', who demanded that they capture and corrupt any they came across. The supposed dark power they received was minimal, but enough for them to potentially fuck and capture several of the girls if they were lucky, and would allow them to become something more if given the chance.

Once they were complete, the Goddess paused, took a moment to look over her creations, and nodded. They were perfect, enemies aiming to bring those girls to heel. Now...what next?

Surprisingly, this time the Bishops were what she thought of next. Slightly older, still broad and tall with dark skin, albeit with bright patterns painted across their bodies, depicting their 'God' that they worshipped and worked to make them distinguished from the rest. They had modestly-sized cocks compared to the rest, though their shafts would grow as they employed their magic, meant to subjugate the wills of those they encountered, leaving their victims weak and defenseless to their hypnotic magic and cruel words. On the dark space, a man with a long goatee and dark red eyes, carrying a skull-topped staff and more than skilled at the dark arts. On the light space, a woman with an hourglass figure and a sneer on her full lips, even as her hips would idly thrust at the air as she tried to handle her magical cock, a "gift" from her Dark God, meant to muddle and mind-control those who were unfortunate enough to ingest the magically potent semen within.

Both had magical power in their blood, something to match the Divine magic of the White Bishops, though their powers differed only slightly, given they were borne of her breast. The main difference was that the Black magic the cultists had was made to both look and feel more evil, though really both of the White Bishops could mind control their opponents, their opponents would just feel bliss instead.

Once they were ready and took their places, the Goddess moved onto the Knights, this time deciding that keeping the theme of female infiltrators was more fun. Thus, two women clad head to toe in black bodysuits that bore the marks of their God smirked under their masks, casually spinning and posing with their spears even as the Goddess paused to consider what would work best for their figures. ****, studded strap-ons, vile concoctions that would alter the imbiber's body and mind into something that would better suit their lustful intentions. Looking them over, the Goddess was almost satisfied, before deciding to alter the pair slightly, giving the Knight on the left dark brown hair and impressively muscular arms and a milky pair of breasts, while the Knight on the right was given jet-black hair to match her bodysuit, undeniably thick and powerful thighs as well as a slit that was constantly dripping with her arousal. Dark brown eyes looked around, ropes, potions and more hanging from their hips as the stardust within them served to make them capable of leaping and flipping in and out of danger.

Finally, the Rooks began to take form. Huge, bulky, with their forms easily reaching seven feet tall and ensuring they loomed over the Pawns in front of them. Massive enforcers of their Dark God's will, their massive greatswords were as big as the White King, both blades made of a cold black metal that seemed to absorb the light around them. Wearing only a single red cloth that served as a pelvic curtain to cover their large members, the Rooks seemed to be quite confident that their bodies were enough protection compared to the partially armed and armored White Rooks, and given they had the strength and stature to wield such massive weapons one-handed, their confidence was probably well-placed. Their bodies were not just for show, built for brutal battle and charging into combat at a breakneck pace, all too eager to use their superior size to lift up anyone they capture and fold into a helpless position. All the better to impale them on their overly thick shafts and forcibly carry them back to their camp.

Once they were made, she focused her attention on the Queen. Similar to the White Queen, she made the Black Queen a six-foot tall warrior woman, though the Queen on this side had hair that was a near-white blonde on the outside, and a shock of dark red hair layered underneath. Full, heavy breasts and wide hips that moved with unnatural grace took form next, while golden-yellow pupils stared out through sultry, smoky eyes. The Queen was sex on legs...then the Goddess took stardust and celestial power, and infused it into the whole of her body. A sadistic nature and a desire to see others broken before her matched perfectly with her innate nature of conjuring whips, paddles and floggers, along with dark magic to enhance both pain and pleasure. Magic that could sap the will and strength of any who were unfortunate enough to cross her path would ensure that any who crossed her would find themselves helpless to resist her corruptive influence. A Dark Queen to rule over any she considered her subjects.

For a moment, the Goddess was unsure of what kind of King would be able to control such a woman, or even compete with her. It took her what felt like an eternity before she finally decided on an answer. To contrast with the White King, the Black King was just as tall as the Queen, adorned in red and black robes that were clearly of a higher quality than those around him. A bald head and pitch black eyes looked out from a rugged face, a powerful jaw and an unnaturally charming smile giving the King a potent stare. He had a muscular build similar to the Pawns, albeit with abs that his lessers didn't have, but any celestial power didn't empower his body to move anything like the others. No, the stardust in his body was made to help him innately subjugate any woman he got a hold of. Slowly wearing down their will and permanently making them into obedient, compliant playthings. Of course, if he was attacked by one, that cock that surpassed every other member of his slavery cult, that monster cock he was so proud of, and his dark gifts to subjugate women would be worthless.

Just as it was meant to be.

He was a cult leader, not some Demon King.

Still, if his side won, if he were able to bring the Harem back to camp....

They would be turned into masochistic sex slaves that would do anything their new Masters said.

Time to play~