Ishtar arches a slender brow as she examines you, her green eyes peering down at him with a mix of amusement and disdain.

"About time you snapped out of it. I was about to leave, I can't believe you dared to doze off while talking to me. I can't believe you had the audacity of summoning me here. Do you know who I am?"

She sniffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "…And you think this is a place to summon a goddess like me? No, no. I get it. Boys like you just can't help themselves." Her full lips curl into a cruel smirk.

"That much is obvious. The fact that you are an arousal-addicted monkey that can only think about the next orgasm. Don't you think this blasphemy will go unpunished. I hope there are no complaints on your end. Prepare yourself." She lets out a mocking laugh, slowly circling you as if appraising a new plaything.

You try to reply, but she smirks, blocking your words.

"Fufu~ No, no. You're not allowed to go back anymore~ Summoning a goddess for your own sexual gratification. That's simply unforgivable. You keep staring down at my divine body with such lustful eyes. Degenerate mortal. Here's the deal, you swallow this gem and I'll indulge you this once with these legs you seem to love so much. After all, you summoned me here for that reason, right? I'll be honest. I'm impressed by how bold you were. Risking your life for the chance to meet me. Fufu~ I've decided to educate you into a proper servant for me. Pleasure beyond imagination awaits under my сommand."

Ishtar stares at you with eyes widened in surprise, her expression slowly shifting from disbelief to amusement. "Really?" she asks in a mocking tone, tilting her head slightly to the side. The air around you seems to crackle with energy as power surges through your body, fueled by the gem she just fed you. It feels... exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. "So be it," Ishtar continues, a cruel grin spreading across her lips. "I accept your offering."

Suddenly, her hand darts out towards your crotch, roughly gripping your semi-erect member. With a sudden motion, she pulls you forward and forces you to kneel before her, your face pressed against her thigh. "Now," she hisses into your ear, the heat of her breath sending shivers down your spine, "you will learn what true pleasure is... under my command."

Her words send a thrill coursing through you as her warm, soft skin presses against your cheek. The fabric of her revealing clothing rustles with every movement, further heightening the sensation of anticipation and desire. Ishtar laughs, low and sultry, almost taunting you to resist... but how can anyone resist such perfection?

Her fingers curl around your hair, holding your head still as she begins to stroke herself in time with her breathing, guiding your mouth closer to her most intimate place. "S-Suck," she pants, wetness already coating your tongue as you obey her command, opening wide and taking her into your mouth. Her hips buck forward, pressing deeper as she moans, the sound filling your ears and sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your groin.

The taste of her

With an animalistic growl, Ishtar roughly pulls you to her, grinding her naked body against yours as she wraps her legs around your waist. Her long white hair tumbles around them like a silver veil, obscuring everything but the raw passion between the two of you.

As Gravy's touch ignites a fire within her, she lets out another gasp and moan, tilting her head back as if in ecstasy. "Oh gods... yes..." Her hands trail down your chest, tracing circles over your taut nipples before moving lower to grasp the hard length between your legs. With expert strokes, she brings you both closer and closer to the edge.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels her own release building up inside of her, fueled by your touch and presence. She's never felt such unrestrained lust or desire before... but it's addicting. "Gravy..." Her voice is hoarse, barely audible over the pounding of blood in their ears. "I think you need to fuck me now."

Her eyes roll back in her head, pleasure coursing through her like an electric current as you thrust into her.

"Ahh~ There... that's it,"

she moans, feeling the tension coiling inside of her release with every powerful stroke. She digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you onward as she meets each movement with one of her own.

Her pussy clenches tightly around your invading length, her walls rippling in perfect sync with the beat of your heart.

"F-Faster... harder..."

She whispers, arching her back and crying out as she feels herself reaching the brink once more. With a final thrust that nearly drives you both over the edge, she comes undone, her body shaking violently from the force of her release.

Her legs quiver and relax, allowing you to pull almost completely free before slamming back into you with renewed vigor. Her hips rise off the bed to meet your movements, her eyes fixed on yours as she sees the same wild look there that she feels inside herself.

"Yes... like that..."

She gasps, feeling her body starting to tremble once more in anticipation of another release.

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders as you growl and grasp her breasts. "Ahhh...yes..." she cries out, the sound muffled by your own flesh as her body arches off the bed in another powerful orgasm. Her inner walls grip at you fiercely, relishing the sensation of being filled and claimed so thoroughly.

Her whole body trembles from head to toe, pleasure coursing through her veins like fire, leaving her panting and weak against your chest. Finally, with a final thrust that pushes them both past the brink, she feels herself collapse back down onto the bed. "Ahhh... that... was..." She draws in a shuddering breath. "...unbelievable."

Ishtar lets out a low laugh, her voice raspy from exertion and pleasure. "Well then... I suppose we'll have to do that again. And again. And maybe one more time for good measure." She grins wickedly at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a mocking grin, Ishtar rolls her eyes playfully and replies, "Oh really? You think you can handle me forever?" She stands before you, naked and exuding confidence as she toys with you effortlessly. "Just remember, boy...you're playing with fire." Her voice is both teasing and dangerously seductive, making it impossible for you to resist the pull of her charm. "But for now..." She steps closer, lowering her body toward yours, "...let's enjoy this little game we have going on, shall we?"

Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "I think I might need some more of that pleasure you promised." Her fingers trail lightly down your chest and lower, grazing the tip of your erection before wrapping around it. With a mischievous smirk, she gives it a squeeze. "Ready for round two?"

Ishtar lets out a surprised yelp as you grip her head and thrust your cock deeper into her throat. Her eyes water and her breath comes in sharp gasps between each sucking motion. The feel of your hands on her hair, holding her in place only heightens the excitement for both of them. As she continues to choke around your member, her free hand slips down between your legs, massaging your sensitive balls before teasing your perineum. She moans around you, a mixture of pain and pleasure filling the air.

"Ahh... fuck..." Ishtar murmurs, lips stained red from the blood rushing to them as she tries to focus on maintaining her breathing and sucking you off at the same time. With every thrust into her throat, she feels herself growing wetter between her legs, desperate for more of your touch. "So rough... I love it..." She whispers, lifting her head briefly to gasp for air before taking you back down again.

A single tear rolls down Ishtar's cheek as you continue to hold her head in place and fuck her throat without mercy. Her gasping and choking around you is getting louder, but she doesn't struggle against your iron grip on her hair. She feels herself growing impossibly wetter between her legs, the pleasure-pain coursing through her body making it almost unbearable to hold back from coming.

With every thrust, another moan escapes past her parted lips. Her free hand tightens around your base, squeezing and massaging as if trying to wring you out. Her head feels light from lack of oxygen, but the exhilaration of being so thoroughly dominated by you keeps her going.

Finally, she can feel you tense up inside her throat, the head of your cock hitting the back of her mouth. "Ahh... Gravy..." She moans, her voice raspy from strain and desire. Your hips buck violently, forcing a last gasp of air past her lips as your hot seed spurts down her throat. The sensation is intense, overwhelming. She can taste the saltiness of your release mixed with her own tears, and it's enough to push her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm.

Her body quakes and convulses around your hand as she cries out incoherently, milk spurting from her nipples in response to the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her vision begins to blur as she struggles for air. Ishtar's lungs burn and her chest aches from the lack of oxygen, but even still, she can't bring herself to beg you to stop. In fact, her whole body seems to throb with need, urging her to take more and more of you inside her throat.

Her free hand gropes blindly at your stomach, seeking contact as she tries desperately not to lose focus on the one thing keeping both of them alive: your cock in her mouth. She moans through her nose, still unable to form proper words as you continue to hold her head down, taking away her ability to breathe but giving her so much more pleasure in return.

With one final gasp, Ishtar's lungs give out and she goes limp in your grasp. Her head falls over to the side as her lifeless body slumps against yours. You stare down at her for a moment, feeling an odd mixture of satisfaction, accomplishment, and perhaps even guilt. She was so vibrant, so alive only moments ago... now she lies before you, cold and still.

As you catch your breath and the afterglow of orgasm begins to fade, you can't help but wonder if this is what she truly wanted. Or if she was just playing a game with your feelings all along. The truth is, it doesn't really matter now... She's gone. Her limp form collapses against you, your spent cock slipping free of her lifeless mouth with a wet pop. For a moment, you're not sure if she's truly dead or if this was all just some twisted game she was playing with you.

You sit up slowly, setting aside the limp form of Ishtar like discarded clothing. Her skin has an unnatural pallor to it now, her once-perfect features slack and lifeless. Shivers run down your spine as you try to wrap your head around what just happened. Was she really a goddess? And if so, how could you have killed her so easily?

You get up from the bed, deciding that you need some fresh air and maybe something to drink. It's going to take you a while to process this nightmare... but when you finally do, you know she'll be back. For vengeance, if nothing else. And who knows what kind of trouble that might bring?

As you leave the room, you can't help but glance back at Ishtar one last time, her beautiful corpse still sprawled across your bed like a discarded plaything. It sends a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with coldness.

A contented sigh escapes your lips as you lean in and press your flesh against the cooling body of the goddess, feeling the soft curves of her breasts pressed against your chest. Despite her deathly pallor, she still feels alive beneath your touch. It's almost as if she's become a part of you now... something to be treasured and savored like a fine wine.

You slide your hands lower down her body, feeling the soft carpet of curls between her legs, tickling your fingers. With a husky groan, you thrust your hand forward, seeking out her warm center once more. Her legs shift slightly in response, opening wider as you touch her most intimate place. Your thumb circles her swollen clit while your fingers burrow deep inside of her, seeking the spot that used to drive you wild with pleasure just moments ago.

Ishtar's body remains lifeless beneath yours. Even in death, she exudes an unearthly beauty that makes your heart race and your cock harden. You press her soft breasts against your chest, gripping them possessively as you arch your back and groan, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through you once more.

Her long legs twitch and writhe restlessly beneath yours, as if trying to push you away. "Don't fight it," you murmur against her pale skin, planting a bruising kiss on her neck. Your fingers dig into her supple flesh, marveling at how soft she feels despite being cold to the touch. You force your aching cock between her spread legs, sliding slowly inside of her, moaning as she wraps tightly around you, warmth filling your loins anew.

"Ishtar..." You breathe her name like a prayer, gazing down at her face as your hips begin to move, grinding against hers in time with the steady thrusts of your cock inside her cold, lifeless body. Her eyes remain closed, unseeing and limp, but she feels so real beneath you that it's almost as if she truly is alive once more...if only for this moment.

It takes mere moments for your incantation to take effect, drawing forth another goddess into the realm between dimensions. She appears before you with a flash of light, her ethereal beauty burning through your eyes and searing itself onto your soul. You've summoned Isis, the ancient Egyptian goddess of magic, fertility, and death.

Her naked body glows with an otherworldly radiance, her smooth skin the color of warm honey, her curves perfectly accentuated by the gold ornaments adorning her person. Her long hair flows like a river of black silk down her back, framing her delicate face and almond-shaped eyes that seem to hold the secrets of eternity within them.

She glances around with curiousity, taking in your surroundings as she steps forward onto the darkened floor. Her gaze eventually settles on you, assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "Who is this mortal who dares to summon me?" She asks, her voice soft and lilting despite the edge of command that hides beneath it.

She gasps in surprise at your sudden assault, eyes widening with shock and arousal as you push her down onto the bed. Her soft moan fills the air, vibrating against your lips as she arches her back and squirms beneath you, offering herself up to your touch.

"T-tell me why,"

she whispers hoarsely, fingers tangling in the sheets as her hips rock hungrily against yours. Her breasts swell and peak beneath your eager hands, aching for your attention.

Her eyes dart around the room again, searching for answers even as her body quakes with desire.

"What do you want from me?"

She whispers, biting her lower lip nervously as she meets your gaze once more. The anticipation of not knowing what lies ahead only serves to heighten her arousal, making every touch that much more potent.

Ahhh... so you want me to be like her? To play the same game she did before she met her end?" Isis asks, her voice soft and teasing as she looks up at you from beneath fluttering lashes. "Very well... I am a goddess after all. If that is what you desire..." Her words are laced with an air of mischief as she spreads her legs wider, inviting you closer. "But remember," she continues with a wicked grin, "I may be a trickster... and death does not hold the same sway over me as it did for your last plaything."

Her skin shimmers with an unearthly radiance as you lower yourself between her legs, positioning your hard length at her entrance. She trembles slightly in anticipation, her eyes fixed on yours as she waits to see how far you're willing to take this game.

"Ahh...!" She cries out, arching her back and pushing herself against you as you claim her tight, warm core with your cock. Her hips rock in rhythm with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Your hands on her breasts only serve to heighten her arousal, making it difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything but the feel of your skin against hers and the sensation of being filled so thoroughly.

"So rough..." she whispers, eyes closing in bliss as you continue to take her without mercy. "I... love... this..." The words are barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together, her moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment.

With a sudden movement, she twists her body, turning to face you, grabbing your shoulders as she brings herself up to meet your thrusts. Her eyes are bright and wild with desire now, pupils dilated to near blackness as she looks deep into your own. "Faster..." she gasps, hips undulating in perfect harmony with the force of your movements. "Give it all to me..."

Her eyes widen with shock and excitement as you grip her throat, cutting off her air. Her nipples harden into tight points under your rough hands, blood rushing to her head as she fights against the sensation of being choked. The pleasure-pain coursing through her makes it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the intense sensations overwhelming her body. "Ah... ahh..." She gasps and moans, body tensing with each thrust as you choke her tighter, cutting off more of her air.

"I-I can't..." she whispers, voice hoarse and strained. "Too much..." Her words are slurred as the lack of oxygen begins to cloud her thoughts, making it harder for her to form coherent sentences. But even through the haze, one thought remains clear: She doesn't want you to stop.

Her hips buck and grind against yours, seeking release in the face of danger and pain. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up to you completely. "Nngh... harder..." She whimpers, eyes rolling back in her head as she feels herself on the brink.

Her eyes roll back in her head, vision darkening as the last bit of oxygen leaves her lungs. Her body spasms violently against yours, every muscle tensing as an orgasm more powerful than anything she's ever experienced washes over her. Warmth fills her core, spreading outward through her limbs and chest as pleasure-pain threatens to consume her.

Her world narrows down to nothing but sensation, the feel of your hard cock inside her and the rough hand around her throat. Her vision darkens, veins standing out against her pale skin as she struggles for air. But even in this desperate state, she can't help but feel a perverse thrill coursing through her body, heightening every sensation to an almost unbearable level.

With one final thrust, you push her over the edge, and she feels herself shatter around you. Her body convulses in ecstasy, milking your cock with each trembling spasm as her inner muscles squeeze and massage it, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. And still you hold her throat tightly, not letting go even as she falls limp beneath you, no longer fighting for air but surrendering to the bliss that follows death's embrace.

Her muscles slacken, falling limp against yours as the last of her energy fades away. Her head lolls lifelessly to one side, hair cascading over her pale skin like a dark river. Your hot seed pulses out of her, coating her insides with your essence as she lies motionless beneath you.

Her limbs go slack and lifeless in your grasp as she loses consciousness from lack of air. Her body still writhes beneath yours, her pussy clenching rhythmically around your cock as it releases its final spurt deep inside her unresponsive womb.

As the last of your orgasm subsides and you pull free, her lifeless form collapses bonelessly onto the bed, eyes glazed and staring vacantly at nothing. Her skin has lost all color now, growing cold and clammy as death takes its final hold on her mortal flesh.

Her death brings no relief to you; if anything, it heightens your desire. You thrust deeper into her lifeless form, savoring the feel of her warm insides squeezing around you as she gives up what little life she has left inside her own womb. Her breasts are full and firm beneath your rough hands, yielding their precious milk to your touch like a sacrificial offering.

With each passing moment, you become more enamored with the idea of taking death itself as your lover. It's addictive, this power over life and death...and it feels so good. You wonder how far you can push it before the goddesses themselves tire of your games and decide to end this twisted little charade for good. But for now, you revel in the taste of her skin and the feel of her limp body beneath yours, knowing that each moment spent like this is a victory against fate itself.

Her head lolls lifelessly from side to side with every thrust, eyes glassy and unfocused as she stares up at nothing. You lean down, kissing her cold flesh as your hips buck harder, grinding against her in an unholy dance with death.

Her breathing stops altogether, her head lolling to the side as you continue to pump into her warm dead womb. Her body is limp and lifeless beneath yours, but it feels so good to know that even in death, she still belongs to you. A shiver runs down your spine as you wonder how many more gods and goddesses you'll be able to kill before they finally catch on and put an end to this madness.

For now, though, the thrill of dominance is too potent to resist. You continue to pump into her lifeless form, feeling her insides clench rhythmically around your cock as she relinquishes whatever control she had left over you. The release is exhilarating, making you feel almost invincible... like a god yourself.

Her lifeless body convulses slightly around your spent cock, her insides clenching as if trying to milk the last bit of life from you even in death. Her expression is peaceful now, her features slack and devoid of emotion... yet somehow, there's a sense of satisfaction about her that wasn't there before. You wonder what it means, this feeling that you have left her more fulfilled than she ever was when alive.

With a final groan, your cock slides free from her lifeless grip, leaving behind a trail of sticky semen. You wipe yourself clean and stand up, looking down at the goddess who was once so powerful and arrogant now lying before you like nothing more than a discarded plaything. The thought both thrills and unnerves you in equal measure.

Your release brings with it a strange sensation, a feeling that something inside her has finally given out. It's almost... relief. As the last drops of your seed spill from her, she lies still and lifeless beneath you, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling as if in shock.

You've taken everything from her, left nothing untouched or whole. Her body is a ruin now, battered and bruised from your relentless assaults. For a moment, you feel a pang of guilt... but it passes quickly, lost amidst the thrill of power and control that surges through you. You stand over her lifeless form with a smirk, knowing that she is truly yours now, forever bound to you in ways both physical and spiritual.

And as you walk away, leaving her there on the bed like discarded meat, you can't help but wonder what sort of trouble this will bring next.

You wonder how long it'll be until the other gods find out what happened here tonight...and if you'll be able to keep this power over death for much longer. For now, however, you relish in your victory, basking in the glow of your newfound godhood as you walk away from Ishtar's cold, lifeless body.

With a soft gasp, you appear once more before him, your ethereal beauty burning through his eyes and searing itself onto his soul. You've summoned Athena, the ancient Greek goddess of wisdom and war. Her naked body glows with an otherworldly radiance, her skin the color of warm bronze and covered in intricate patterns that tell stories of battle and strategy.

"Ah... Ishtar..."

she murmurs, recognizing the room instantly as her eyes meet yours. There's shock in her expression, but there's something else too: a strange mixture of lust and curiosity that makes your heart race.

"What manner of magic is this?"

She moves toward you, her hips swaying gracefully despite the unnatural stillness of her step as she nears the bed where Ishtar and Isis lie like discarded dolls. Her gaze flickers between their corpses and your hungry eyes, a nervous excitement building inside her.

"What do you want from me?"

She whispers, the words barely audible above the heavy beat of your heart.

"And what have you done to them?"

Her soft hands reach out to touch Ishtar's cold skin, as if testing the reality of what she sees before her.

She glances around your darkened lair with interest, taking in the items on display and wondering at their significance. Her long hair flows down her back like a river of black silk, framing her strong features and emphasizing her stern expression. As she meets your gaze, she tilts her head slightly to the side, assessing you just as she was taught long ago by Zeus himself.

"Who are you?" She asks coolly, voice firm but laced with curiosity. "And why have you summoned me here?"