Games of the Gods

It was a lake on a serene tropical island. No mortal has ever visited this place. Even merfolk explorers never found this paradise. And yet there was a naked woman bathing in the cool water of a small waterfall falling down with a melodic sound.

It wasn't just any random young lady. It was an avatar of Arana, the Goddess of Love, Fire, and Cats. She was a tall brown-skinned woman with very long bright red hair, not a common combination for mortal women. Her crimson locks flowed down her well-sculpted back like liquid flames that reached as far as her round ass cheeks. Between those orbs that could send a mortal man into a sexual frenzy, she had a long cat-like tail which was her only feature that hinted at one of her domains. The legs of the goddess were surprisingly athletic, this avatar was anything but a fragile maiden who would melt away if touched by even the slightest breeze.

Water was dripping from her body, making it shine brightly under the tropical sun. She turned around away from a waterfall presenting her face which was a mix of cuteness and sultry beauty. Her eyes were large and sensual with bright brown, almost red irises. Her plump lips were full and inviting to kiss. Her neck and shoulders were so unbelievingly soft; they seemed made out of velvet or satin instead of skin.

As for her divine breasts, they offered something for every mortal race. Orcs would enjoy their huge size, elves would sing songs about the perfect lines, merfolk would envy how firm and bouncy they are, and humans would simply be in awe of the whole package. They were perfectly shaped, standing up high and proud despite their size. Creating contrast with her soft fleshy orbs, her stomach was firm and muscular. Below she had a perfectly triangular red bush and the entrance into the closest approximation of heaven known to mortals and gods alike.

"If you came to take my body by ****," Arana suddenly spoke with a melodic voice addressing someone unseen "Then I'm afraid I'll have to burn this island down fighting you. It would be a pity, I enjoy this place a lot."

Another avatar appeared out of thin air, it was Agarh, an avatar of the God of Orcs, War, and Stone. He was an orc, huge even by standards of this race, higher than seven feet tall, his arms looked thick enough to crush boulders between them. His chest muscles bulged against his stone armor, which looked so heavy that even the strongest mortal would find himself struggling even lifting it. Agarh's face was quite typical for an orc, brutish features combined with a wide mouth filled with sharp teeth.

"Arana, I would love a good fight with you. Especially with such a trophy for the victory!" he said while looking over her wet voluptuous form. "But I came seeking for your help."

"Help?" Arana's red-brown eyes widened slightly. Her tail wiggled behind her, showing her readiness for a fight. "Since when YOU seek the help of other gods?" Her delicate foot made a step out of the pond. The way she moved reminded him of a panther ready to pounce on her prey. Being a god of war, he appreciated her deadly beauty. Her fiery hair was another indication of Arana's wary state. Small bits of actual fire danced through her flowing locks. Even the red triangle in her groin area glowed faintly ready to burst in flame.

He made a step back, willing to show that he seeks no confrontation with her. But then again...he couldn't deny that he felt aroused seeing her nude figure before him. Who wouldn't? Gathering all of his mental strength, Agarh started explaining why he was there hoping to calm the passionate goddess down before she unleashed all of her power on him.