This Goddess is Beneath Me (Commission)

Anonymous Commission based on the game Smite.

Futa!Neith/Da Ji
Futa/F

This has a lot of cruelty, non-con and mind break to be warned. Da Ji is a pretty horrible fox lady!

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Since the old emperor had mysteriously died in his sleep and his beautiful consort had taken his place, Da Ji had been having such delicious fun sitting on his throne. Fine food and gold jewelry almost shone brightly enough to match her Kitsune beauty and the power! Oh, the power over people was a delight. She’d made them all fight for her favor, families betraying each other, friends cutting each other down in the night. All for a chance to kneel at her throne and try to bask in some of her reflected glory.

All pointless. Putting yourself close to Da Ji was only speeding up your suffering. She broke the sycophants and power-hungry as casually as any other, enjoying seeing their hopes dashed and their pathetic ambitions ground into dust before their eyes. Da Ji loved nothing more than seeing a fiery passion burning in someone’s eyes and then taking them up in her claws and snuffing it out.

The mortals were more pathetic than the nobles. They’d eat dirt if she told them to and praise her name for being so kind. They’d bled for her in wars of vanity and draped her in all the finest riches, living on whatever meager scraps she let fall from her table. Every moment of their lives not spent enriching Da Ji was one she’d hold against them in the end, crushing hopes and dreams until only her will remained.

Da Ji swirled her golden wine glass as she looked out over the burning city, the cries of battle reaching all the way to the balcony of her grand palace. It’d taken a lot to push the people far enough that they could no longer stand to be under Da Ji’s heel. A cry of pain brave heroes could not ignore, and while Da Ji enjoyed herself on the wealth of a nation, she let the embers of revolution smolder. It was, after all, no fun to crush the hope out of the hopeless. They’d sought help from the gods and goddesses beyond the borders, their suffering a scream heard across the lands.

Now they were in her city, their banners flying as the people rose against a merciless tyrant. The echoing screams rose out of the fire and flames, cries so lost they defended their torturer, music to Da Ji’s ears. Such cruelty no doubt seemed needless to those less enlightened, but when the Nine-Tailed Fox had been unleashed back on the world, it was its own fault for expecting anything but cruelty would follow.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it” Da Ji, turning her golden eyes to the woman diligently brushing her tails.

The woman had been a skilled hunter, for it was Awilix, Goddess of the Night. She’d been the first to come for Da Ji, stalking her through the city and nearly skewering the tricky fox in her sleep. But a foolish notion of mercy had stayed her hand from a killing blow, and the night does not last forever. Da Ji’s quick tongue kept her busy until the sun rose over the horizon and robbed her of her power. Then Da Ji had put her tongue to better use, breaking down her spirit with endless torrents of pleasure and pain.

Now Awilix could wear nothing but a Panther’s skin, slung around her neck and leaving her front bare, free for Da Ji to do with as she will if the Kitsune ever felt the urge.

“As you say, Mistress,” Awilix said, head bowed respectfully. The hunter spirit had long fled her, and now she served her mistress without hesitation. Da Ji had found it so amusing that the Awilix’s last prey was now what she was forced to dote upon endlessly. She looped some tails around the Awilix and pulled her in close, taking a kiss from hungry lips, the woman hopelessly infatuated with Da Ji’s touch. She writhed happily in the Kitsune’s grip, moaning at the bites on her lips as the heat of a burning city fanned their skin.

The screams of the dying were in the palace. She’d have guests soon, and as much as she enjoyed taking a bite out of her pet Moon Goddess, the approach of someone with spirit still in them was far more enticing. Leaving Awilix chasing after her, mind burning with desire she’d left half-fulfilled, Da Ji swept into her throne room with her tails flicking behind her.

The spoils of countless wars littered the place. Stolen art and gaudy golden treasures lined the walls so thick that nothing had the space to take the place of pride. These beautiful things were there for Da Ji’s enjoyment, but they were not allowed to overshadow the Nine-Tailed Fox, for Da Ji was the only true beauty of this land. Piercing golden eyes, skin as smooth as satin, and curves that made even the most repressed of gods feel the heat in their bellies. Her fan of puffy fox tails had helped her beguile the very best of them with her beauty, and disaster always soon followed in her wake.

Awilix wasn’t the only Goddess she’d kept as an ornament, but she paid no mind to the ones strewn about her throne room bound by exhaustion and went up to her throne. A pair of women, one covered in a white shroud who spent nearly all her days now bent over as a living seat for Da Ji. The other was that fair and deliciously well-toned angelic warrior, Freya. Freya offered her firm chest as a headrest for Da Ji and her muscled stomach as a rest for Da Ji’s back. Freya draped her arms over Da Ji as she got comfortable, running her hands under Da Ji’s ample chest and holding it up. Her fingers kneaded the underside with such well-honed practice that Da Ji couldn’t help but flick her tails back against the Valkyrie. A sultry pull rolled about in her throat.

Yes, luring in the Gods and Goddesses had been her best idea yet. They were as much a pleasure to break as to keep around serving her in ever-degrading ways.

The doors of her palace thundered with impacts. Battle had reached the halls outside, and there was the screech of magic and screams of lives being cut short. Da Ji drank up the sounds of suffering, running a hand along Freya’s arms and adding to the lines of scratches she’d built up on her over the days. The proud warrior was now simply a chair back and a living scratching post. Da Ji rejoiced in just how much she’d helped this mighty warrior fall.

With a crash, the doors of her throne room were thrown open, thunderous bangs as they slammed into the walls on either side. Her honor guard lay dead and dying with arrows shot between gaps in their thick armor, impossibly accurate for a mere mortal, but of course, the vanguard of the rebellion was no mere mortal. A tall goddess stood with a bow raised to fire, its silver strings glowing off her pale skin. She wore no armor, barely any clothes, just some strips of cloth to hold her breasts and keep her modesty, but despite the fierce fighting, she bore not a single wound. Not a single short-cut black hair was out of place, only a slight running of her dark eyeliner from the heat outside, a sign that anything had affected her.

“Neith! Has the Fateweaver come for me? Whatever did I do to deserve such a visit?” Da Ji smirked, tugging on Freya’s light blonde braid and making the warrior’s eyes widen as she tried to remain as still as possible. Fear didn’t dare let her move without Da Ji’s express command.

“Monster! To recount your crimes would wear my voice out. You will die today. I have seen it.” Neith said, drawing the strings back.

“How bloodthirsty!” Da Ji laughed, tails swishing behind her in amusement. “I heard you cared for the living so much you followed them in their deaths, but I’ve made you a killer today, haven’t I?”

She raised a hand, pointing to the corpse-strewn hallway behind Neith.

“You think they’ll be happy to accept your death shrouds, Neith. You cut them down so brutally.”

Neith’s hand trembled on her bow as Da Ji’s words sunk in. Never one for war, this one. It was so adorable she’d taken the mantle of a fighter.

“You know Awilix, don’t you?” Da Ji said, gesturing to the Moon Goddess diligently brushing her tails even now. “And, of course, the noble warrior Freya came before you. They aren’t fighting me anymore. Why should you be so cruel?”

Da Ji tugged the Valkyrie’s braid even harder, drawing Freya’s head down and stealing a kiss from the Norse beauty. Da Ji was certain the woman had never been so shocked by the display. Perfect.

“Ho- how did you do this?” Neith said, arm straining to keep her bow drawn.

“Because I helped them see the actual truth, Neith. I am,” she paused her sentence to bite down on Freya’s lip, dragging a pained moan of delight from the Valkyrie’s throat. “Better than them. More beautiful, more deserving, they serve me now as all should. Indulge my ever wish.”

“Nonsense. They’d never serve a monster like you.”

Da Ji ran a hand over the cloth-covered woman she was using as a seat. When Neith knew who was under there, the anticipation made Da Ji’s blood run hot. This was too delightful.

“Lies don’t suit such a pretty heroic mouth. Why don’t you come closer, Neith? Afraid your little bow isn’t strong enough to take on a real woman?”

Neith panicked as Da Ji rose to stand and fired, her fate-empowered shot ringing true. It took Da Ji right in the heart, just as she’d foresaw. The Kitsune was hammered back by the blow and into Freya’s arms, sprawling out on her living chair, her long black hair knocked out of their buns and draping down to the floor.

Even in death, the Goddesses didn’t stop their service of her, Awilix brushing the fox tails littering the floor and Freya holding the body tight. Neith looked horrified at realizing Da Ji had broken them. Da Ji had somehow robbed them of their thoughts. She had to hope she could restore the poor things’ minds somehow.

Nervously, Neith approached the fallen Kitsune. She was the Weaver of Fate; an arrow finding Da Ji’s heart was never in question, but even still, the monster who’d broken a nation made her knees shake as she approached them.

Lips dry and breath coming fast from the fear of being so close to such a monster, Neith looked at the arrow in Da Ji’s chest. A perfect shot. With not a single drop of bloodshed?

Da Ji’s hand whipped up to catch Neith’s wrist, and the archer howled, trying to pull away. Da Ji laughed as Neith stumbled, trying to pull free, unable to move her arm in Da Ji’s iron grip even a fraction.

“Oh, you sweet fool, you thought you could believe your eyes just because you’d seen the future? Around me?” With a twist of Neith’s arm, she brought the woman to a knee.

“You’re mine now, Neith, and I’m going to make you pay for thinking you could kill me.” Da Ji purred. “Many better warriors have tried. It’s insulting you thought you’d actually be the one to do it,”

“I saw it!” Neith gasped as she flopped helplessly on the end of Da Ji’s grip. “This is impossible!”

“Weak and stupid. How pathetic. It feels like I’ve got a mortal in my hands. Is that really all the strength you have? I’ve had Queen’s give a much better fight.” Da Ji laughed spitefully. She dragged Neith across the floor, the Goddess yelping as Da Ji scraped her knees along the polished wooden floors. Da Ji threw Neith over the white cloth-covered woman with little more to do in life than act as Da Ji’s seat now.

“You think I would take Goddesses and not enjoy all their power, Neith?” Da Ji ran her claws along Neith’s back, the pinpricks making her squirm against the shrouded woman. “Beneath you right now is someone better than you in every way, stronger, far clever, and even prettier. She actually gave me a challenge, while you, Neith? You are far too easy.”

Neith tried to push back, but Da Ji’s grip was like a vice, and all she could do was flop like a fish drowning in air, her chest pressing against the woman beneath her. Da Ji’s throne had such frightening self-control she hadn’t moved an inch. It was like she’d been turned to stone for all she reacted.

“Unwrap her then, don’t you want to know?” Da Ji laughed, holding Neith’s arms behind her as she put a knee on Neith’s back and pressed her face into the cloth-covered flesh. “Use your teeth.”

Neith struggled out of her grip, but there was no escape. The Kitsune smiled as she saw some of the fight bleed out of her as Neith realized her only option was to obey, clumsily biting to grab onto the cloth to try shake it off. The way her hair flipped from side to side was undoubtedly alluring, Neith might be soft for a Goddess, but she was very easy on the eyes. A perfect trophy for Da Ji’s collection.

Tears biting at the edges of Neith’s eyes, it took an effort to move the shroud off with just fumbling bites, and sweat was glistening on her cheeks from the exertion. The cloth slipped off when she finally got enough weight piled up beneath her chin. It only took Neith a moment to recognize the gorgeous olive skin she was being crushed against. The woman’s flowing brown curls were known far and wide.

“Hera,” Neith said, voice struck quiet from sheer shock. “Impossible. You’re using the Queen of the Olympians as a seat?”

“Impossible, is it?” Da Ji grabbed the back of Neith’s head and dragged it along Hera’s back, both Goddesses’ bodies trembling from the firm contact. “Feel how divine this skin is, Neith, how soft she feels. Wouldn’t you want to feel this against you every day?”

Da Ji leaned in to whisper into Neith’s ear as she buried Neith’s face into Hera’s flowing hair. “She gives me her protection willingly from harm, Neith. Your fate-tipped arrows can strike true, but you didn’t see that coming, did you?”

A claw ran down Neith’s back, firm enough to send fiery shocks through Neith’s veins as it almost broke through. It sliced through what scant clothing Neith had on with ease, her bindings flowing down over Hera’s skin as her chest spilled out to press against the Olympian’s back. The feeling of it was a thrill Neith didn’t want to admit to.

“Two mothers of gods under me, even if one is a poor excuse, I can’t help but like what I see.” Da Ji said as she admired Neith’s body. Hera was power and graceful firmness, not an inch wasted on her body to make it refined and captivating. Neith was far messier but just as enjoyable, with breasts that no doubt made it hard to fire her bow and wide hips better for birth than battle. Her smooth skin was beautifully unmarred as the Fateweaver had used her power to avoid all troubles until now.

“Oh, now this is interesting.” Da Ji purred as her eyes roved lower. “I thought you were just a poor copy of our fair, Hera, but it seems you have something worth my time.”

She flipped Neith over onto her back with a roll of her hand, Hera gasping from the slap of flesh on her back. Arms free, Neith had to grab onto the Olympian Goddess to avoid falling. There was only skin available, Neith’s hands sinking in as she looked at the leering Da Ji with panicked eyes.

The Fateweaver had a cock and one that had made no small amount of mortal woman blush brightly at the sight of it, thick and full of promise. Despite all her rough treatment, it jutted out of Neith’s crotch straight up, as hard as iron. Da Ji tapped the head of it with her claws, and the light pressure of the claw tips made Neith’s body tighten. She swung a hand to slap Da Ji, but the Kitsune caught it with contemptuous ease.

“I didn’t know you were enjoying this so much! Poor Neith not getting much action out there? Is no one up to the task of taming this monster? Or are you just ashamed of yourself?”

A mix of all that was the truth, and the truth burned. Neith uselessly pulled her arm to get free and hissed angrily from her position. However, it was impossible to seem proud when you were arched over a naked Queen’s back.

“The only monster here is you. Beauty doesn’t hide a black heart. People beg for my kindness. No woman would want your touch, Da Ji.” Neith said, voice faltering with every word.

Fox tails rolled around Da Ji to run along Neith’s skin, and her body betrayed her, little gasps rolling out of her throat as the fabulous silky soft fur excited her skin. Neith’s cock twitched as hard as it had ever been, and it throbbed now with lust for the powerful Kitsune.

“Murderer, Liar, and Incompetent. This cock is wasted on you,” Da Ji sneered. Orange eyes stared down at Neith as if she was nothing but dirt.

Da Ji crawled on Neith, giving Neith’s breasts a firm squeeze as she pressed her weight down onto the two Goddesses, moaning out richly as they pressed flesh together. Neith’s cock couldn’t help but drag its head over Da Ji’s dress, and the firm pressure on Da Ji’s skin beneath the silks made Neith’s grip weak, her fumbling attempts to push Da Ji off ultimately fruitless. The Kitsune’s tails grabbed her arms and pulled them aside, Da Ji laughing when she saw even her tails were more potent than this sad excuse for a Goddess. Da Ji had gotten far enough on Neith that her cock had slid over the curves concealed in Da Ji’s dress and was now planted firmly between Da Ji’s thighs.

“You look so much better beneath me,” Da Ji said, squeezing her legs together. Neith’s body bucked as those powerful thighs pressed in on her cock, creamy Kitsune skin dimpling to fit around the length. “Admit it, when you’re not killing mortals, you’re frustrated that they’re too small, too pathetic for you to satisfy yourself.”

“They need protection,” Neith gasped. Da Ji was rolling her thighs as Neith tried to reply, and her traitorous cock was delighting in every touch. “I can love them without needing to lie with them, not that you’d know anything about love!”

“Love!” Da Ji laughed. “Is that what you’re thinking about? Because this nice, firm piece of meat between my legs doesn’t seem to care.”

Da Ji pressed her thighs together even tighter. She had power in them alone that Neith could only dream of, and the heavy sensation was a shock of pain to the poor Goddess, but pain soaked in the thrill of pleasure. Neith gasped as if she’d never even felt a woman’s touch, but that wasn’t a surprise to Da Ji. Compared to Da Ji’s talents, beauty, and power, how could mortals possibly compete?

The heat of Neith’s cock blazed against Da Ji’s thighs. The rubbing friction made Neith shiver, her cock pulsating under Da Ji’s powerful muscle. For all Neith’s anger, her body responded so eagerly to the slightest touch that it almost spoiled the moment. This was far too easy.

Da Ji smirked, knowing exactly what to do.

“Enjoying yourself? I’m not going to let you cum, Neith.” she laughed as she used her thighs to clamp down on the cock that had already tensed in anticipation. “You are strong enough to fight mortals, but not strong enough to resist me. Until you beg, I’ll keep you right at the edge.”

“Never,” Neith groaned, sweat pouring off her and dripping down over Hera’s body, her hands slick as she rubbed them along Hera’s flesh to work out the feelings racing around her. Those teasing Kitsune tails gave no respite, caressing her neck and teasing at her mouth, their perfect softness little thrills of pleasure she couldn’t ignore. But the fire was back in her eyes; good, Da Ji would hate her to break so easily. She would make Neith beg. It was the only way to hurt her properly.

“You won’t get away with this!”" Neith hissed, feeling like she was burning up, the heat in her loins growing as the tension in her muscles grew too. “You will regret this. You will die for all you’ve done!”"

“If you think you can beat me, you’re sorely mistaken. I am the best there is at everything, and you’re just a Goddess who doesn’t even know how to get her dick wet,” Da Ji said, moving her hips down and grinding the very tip of her thighs against the head of Neith’s cock. Neith’s eyes snapped open, and she stared up at the Kitsune smirking above her, lust fighting with the anger in her eyes. A delightful mixture for the Kitsune to see.

Her flailing grasp over Hera must have dipped to the floor and gotten a hold of a spilled arrow because Da Ji saw Neith’s eyes harden as she stabbed out with it trying to thrust it into Da Ji’s side. Da Ji didn’t even bother to block it, letting it puncture her dress and break against her skin. Neith’s howl of frustration was worth the risk, the sound of desperation and hopes crushed as enjoyable as the feeling of Neith’s pent-up cock straining to explode against her thighs and failing.

She let the moment linger, the vice grip on Neith’s cock letting all the tension of it bleed out, all the pleasure drift away to be replaced by wide-eyed fear as she let Neith guess what her punishment would be for that display of defiance. Once Neith was truly trembling beneath her, Da Ji slid her body up over Neith’s body, rippling over her breasts and then tightening around her neck. She dropped over the edge of Hera, Neith crashing down with her head stuffed between Da Ji’s thighs.

Choking,every gasp she took was muffled by flesh as Da Ji got comfortable. Da Ji had sat beside her as she kept Neith’s head in a scissor lock. Neith’s ass still rested against Hera’s motionless body, and her legs hung over the other end of her. Freya and Aiwilix watched her from the wall, hands in their laps. She held an arm out, dragging nails along the wood floor as she reached for them, but they just stood there, and worse, they weren’t impassive anymore. They watched with interest as Aiwilix’s cheeks flushed and Freya’s chest heaved with excitement. A tear fell from her eyes as she realized her allies weren’t just going to leave her to this degradation. They were enjoying it!

“I know they’re pretty to look at, but listen to me, Neith,” Da Ji said as blood pounded in Neith’s ears. Da Ji’s thighs were a relentless pressure and robbed her of air. The Goddess was feeling her lungs burn in her chest with every tight breath. “Listen to the city outside. The sound of fires, the screams of the dying. All this death because you thought you had the power to stop me.”

Neith scrabbled against the thighs around her throat, but the nails dragging over Da Ji’s skin just seemed to excite her and make her squeeze even tighter. She stopped doing that pretty quickly.

“Powerless,” Da Ji purred. “Their lives are in my hand now, Neith, just like yours. But I am so very generous, and I’ll give you a chance. Wrap those murderers' hands around the only part of you I find worthwhile.”

Neith didn’t need to be told what that was. Her hips were still bent over Hera’s body. Her cock swung high in the air, red and needy, after Da Ji’s excruciatingly unsatisfying thigh job. She wanted to spit defiance, but the life was being choked out of her between Da Ji’s thighs, and the Kitsune had no mercy to spare. It seemed she did what she wanted or died, and if she failed, the city’s people would never know freedom.

She had no choice. She gripped her own cock, both hands wrapping around the girth of it, her slender fingers barely meeting.

“Even though you fail at everything, you can still do this, Neith. Stroke, and if you can paint these fat, unwieldy breasts of yours white, then I’ll let you take a breath.”

Neith closed her eyes, her hair falling over her face, the heat of the burning city stirring up a wind that tickled her cheeks. Da Ji’s thighs tightened around her neck as she saw her hesitation. Her hands slid up and down over the thick length of her cock. She was stiff, likely harder than she’d ever been before. The sensation of stroking hit a mind that was already floating from the lack of air. The Kitsune laughed as Neith’s pumping became more frenzied and a spurt of pre-cum leaked from her cock.

The hot wetness of it splashed onto Neith’s stomach and pooled in her belly button. Da Ji had to admire how potent it looked; at least Neith had that going for her.

“That’s it, Neith, stroke nice and slow. Show me how much of a slut you really are,” Da Ji said with a low, throaty growl. Her tails stroked through the pre-cum’s drips and painted patterns on Neith’s stomach with it.

Neith’s feet kicked in the air as she began thrusting her hips out, pushing her cock deeper into her hands to stimulate herself even more. Da Ji could see the muscles in her balls flexing and throbbing as the friction sent her closer to the edge.

Neith’s hand became slick with pre-cum, and she used that lubrication to stroke herself even harder. Her shaft throbbed, and her whole body felt tense under Da Ji’s tails and her breath caught in her throat as a colossal climax rose within her. Da Ji knew she was seconds away from cumming, spurred desperately on by the thought of dying in Da Ji’s grip. The power she had over Neith was absolute.

A loud cry escaped Neith’s lips as her orgasm overtook her, her ass slapping against the poor, broken Hera as she came. Her body jerked and trembled as Neith crested, her hands slipping and sliding over her cock, coating it in seed that shot out in thick ropes spraying all over her stomach and the curve of her breasts. The gooey cum slowly rolled down those curves to pool in her cleavage. Such was the intensity of her orgasm; some of the salty cum made it to her screaming mouth, Neith choking as she tried to spit it out. Her tongue flailed in the air as she was too short of air to even get rid of it.

Da Ji loosened her thighs, and cum dribbled out of Neith’s mouth as she gasped for air, chest heaving and cum rolling down her soaked body as the sheer pressure of the orgasm burnt up what energy she had left. Neith was useless to do anything but pant before Da Ji, mind frazzled from the experience.

“See? Do as I tell you, and you get what you want, Neith,” Da Ji said, getting to her knees and pulling Neith down off Hera. The Olympian Queen’s cheeks flushed a bright red from the sounds of pleasure rolling out of Neith’s throat. Da Ji liked the look of it on her. Perhaps she’d enjoy a little Hera once she was done here. Right now, she wanted something in particular, and when Da Ji wanted something, she got it.

“For being such a good girl and listening to me,” Da Ji said, fingers dancing along Neith’s cum soaked body, rubbing it into Neith’s skin as she pawed at the exhausted Goddess. “A reward. I’m going to fuck you, Neith.”

Neith was still hard, the stamina of Gods and Goddesses not so quickly exhausted as the poor pathetic mortals. Neith had done a beautiful job lubing herself up with her own cum, her cock glistening as it stood proud from the exhausted goddesses prone body. She mumbled weakly, no doubt asking for a moment to catch her breath or a denial of the situation, but Da Ji paid it no mind. Her rewards could be as cruel as her punishments, and she climbed up over Neith, staring down at her as she positioned herself so she could drop onto that pussy splitting cock.

“Oh, I want to see this thing used on mortals,” Da Ji purred, stroking her pussy lips over the fat cockhead. “You could have been making women scream every day, Neith, but you spent it trying to care for them instead? What a waste, all that time and no enjoyment to show for it?”

She pressed down, two of her tails wrapped around the length to keep it straight so she could easily slide down onto it. The tightness of her pussy on Neith made the exhausted goddess writhe, barely an inch deep, but she was already scratching grooves in the floorboards and curling her toes. For all the children Neith had, Da Ji knew this was the first time she was genuinely getting fucked.

“How’s this for a reward, Neith?” Da Ji asked, pressing her pussy lips down onto the fat tip. “I’ll make sure you’re never alone again.”

Da Ji pushed, feeling the thick head of her cock roll along her walls, and she couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh. She didn’t want to praise Neith, but this dick was divine, the perfect size and shape to press deep into the Kitsune’s core. She slid back and forth, enjoying the feeling of that cock stretching her out and her clit rubbed against the base. Neith’s legs were shaking under her, the Goddesses’ mind a jumble of pleasure and fear. Da Ji loved seeing the helpless look in a Goddess’ eyes when their resistance cracked, knowing they were powerless to stop it.

“What have the mortals ever done for you, Neith?” Da Ji said, trying to keep her voice under control as pleasure rippled through her. “All those fates you’ve woven, all that power put in safeguarding them, and for what? Has any of them ever made you feel this good?”

Neith shook her head, unable to speak as she squirmed beneath Da Ji. The Goddess’s fingers dug into the floorboards as she desperately tried to keep focus, her vision blurring as she lost herself to the warm, blissful feeling of being so deep in the Kitsune’s pussy.

Da Ji was bouncing on her lap, powerful legs being used to thrust along Neith’s cock as the helpless Goddess could do nothing to stop the mind-shattering waves of pleasure. Da Ji was working her muscles with such fine control Neith was like a puppet on her string, and she was soon dancing to Da Ji’s tune.

Neith’s hips bucked up to meet Da Ji’s thrusts, an orgasm building with each push of her cock into the Kitsune’s silken folds.

“This isn’t fair!” Neith cried out. “I don’t deserve this!”

“You don’t deserve me,” Da Ji agreed, twisting Neith’s words. “But I deserve you, and I will have you.”

Neith closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip and pushing back against Da Ji. She was desperate to feel more of that beautiful pussy squeezing against her thick cock. Da Ji smirked down at her, her tail tightening around the Goddesses’ chest, trapping her arms.

“Not so fast,” Da Ji laughed cruelly, her tails tightening and more of them pulling Neith’s arms up behind her back. Neith struggled, her face red as Da Ji forced her to accept that she was utterly helpless to stop this.

Da Ji was enjoying herself too much, the Goddesses’ body wriggling underneath her, desperate for Da Ji to continue riding her cock, unable to do anything but submit to the pleasure the Kitsune felt like giving her.

Complete control.

Da Ji pulled back, sliding Neith’s cock free of her pussy with a wet slurping sound. She leaned forward, her hands reaching up to cup Neith’s breasts, her thumbs pinching the nipples and rolling them between her fingers.

“Please, please! Please, I need it. I need it,” Neith said, tears in her eyes as she strained against the tails. Da Ji could practically feel the ache radiating off her, the desperation to be brought to a finish.

Da Ji enjoyed listening to the Goddess begging. The way her voice wavered, and she choked on her own words. She squeezed Neith’s tits, watching the nipples grow harder until she hurt Neith from the pressure.

Neith’s cock twitched in anticipation against Da Ji’s thighs, and as the Goddess whimpered, Da Ji smiled wickedly and looked down at her.

“You can beg all you want, but I’m not going to let you cum inside me .”Da Ji said, leaning down to kiss Neith. The tip of her cock rubbed against Da Ji’s heavenly soft lips. But no further.

Da Ji teased her as Neith begged into the kiss, muffled cries of desperation as tears spilled down her cheeks. Da Ji’s tongue choked silent the begging words in her throat. She dominated Neith’s mouth and rolled around as it enjoyed stealing the Goddess’ breath, driving her aching need even higher. Intoxicating her until the Kitsune was all she could think about, all she desired. She’d broken far better women like this, and Neith was hardly a challenge.

Da Ji broke the kiss, her tongue slipping out of Neith’s mouth and tracing the Goddess’ jawline before moving onto Neith’s neck. She licked and sucked at her collarbone, claws digging into the skin as she savored this Goddess’ taste. The crackle of power on Da Ji’s tongue was rich as she tasted divinity, a taste she never had tired of.

The Goddess was panting, her body still straining against the binding tails, her cock throbbing painfully. She thought that if she kept pleading, she might get some relief, but Da Ji wasn’t about to give in. She was having too much fun tormenting Neith.

Da Ji reached down, grabbing Neith’s cock and pulling it upright, pointing it towards her, its length straining against her belly, but she didn’t touch it. Instead, she lifted herself up slightly, her legs wrapping around Neith’s torso, her knees pushing into the back of her thighs. Neith couldn’t hold back any longer, her cock twitching and spasming as it came, spraying across Da Ji’s belly.

Da Ji smirked, rubbing her hand over the wet spot, smearing the thick white all over her creamy skin. She moved her cum soaked hand to Neith’s cock, stroking it slowly, relishing the way the Goddess’ cock jerked and pulsed. Da Ji loved the feel of hot flesh in her hand, how it seemed to burn with life at her touch. The desperate need she could invoke in a woman.

Neith was still as hard as steel, and Da Ji was far from done with her new favorite toy. Neith couldn’t moan for more or rest, only moan incohrenetly drunk with pleasure, and Da Ji stuck her cum soaked fingers into that moaning mouth and made Neith lick her own cum clean off Da Ji’s fingers.

The battle raged outside, but she had the heart of the revolution in her bed now. She could enjoy herself and then march down to deal with Neith in tow, ravishing their Goddess before the mortals before she took her vengeance.

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More fire, more flames. The city burned again, and the sound of death and anger beat at her doors. Da Ji sipped her drink and mumbled happily. Things had only gotten better for her and worse for everyone else. This was inevitable. Such was how things were when the Nine-Tailed Fox roamed the world.

The door crashed open, and a fiery-haired vixen with a longbow aimed squarely at the tyrant on her throne. Artemis, the Huntress, had come to kill, but her shot faltered when she saw what awaited her. It simply defied all reason.

Da Ji was reclining naked upon a throne of Goddesses, powerful Freya supporting her back and the Queen of Gods acting as nothing more than a cushion. Her usually gorgeous hair was disheveled and snarled like Da Ji had fucked her into the ground over and over and over. The Goddess of the Moon was waiting on Da Ji, leaning her bare chest in so the Kitsune could drink wine right out of the shallow of her breasts and doing it with the adoring look of the completely infatuated. Like no other job in the world was making her as happy as the demeaning one she’d been given.

But worst of all was what sat before Da Ji’s throne. Neith, the Fateweaver, sat naked with her head between Da Ji’s legs, not even stopping to acknowledge Artemis as she sloppily ate Da Ji out with disgustingly wet and enthusiastic sounds. The Nine-Tailed Fox had her feet up on Neith, the ball of one foot balanced right on the tip of Neith’s cock, massaging it idly as the other  fondled Neith’s chest. Tails floated over Neith’s body to encourage her to drink deeper, the Goddess coated head to toe in her own cum, dripping off her tanned skin in fat drops, a steady patter amongst her furious slurping tonguing.

“Artemis!” Da Ji smiled, and the sheer self-confidence of it made Artemis’ blood chill. “My latest pet saw you coming.”

Da Ji mumbled happily as a small orgasm rolled through her. Neith had gotten so very good with her tongue. The Goddess finally had something of worth about her. She let the feeling drift through her, tails wiggling happily until she snapped her eyes back to the trembling Artemis. The Huntress hadn’t realized she’d been putting her head into the mouth of the beast.

Time to bite. She had a fire in those eyes to snuff out.