You walked through the amazing halls of the sky palace. You couldn't believe you were actually inside the home of An, the sky god. But Shamash, the god of justice, had a plan for you. He secretly brought you to heaven at night. Now he's walking beside you, telling you why. He reminded that you weren't meant to rule, and the priests and nobles wouldn't accept you. But if the priests started seeing visions of the gods praising you, they wouldn't dare to disobey you. There was just one problem: all the gods had already picked cities to protect... except for one young goddess. "She might be a little immature and annoying... But don't worry, it won't be that bad," Shamash said, leading you to the bedroom of his sister, Ishtar. She's the young goddess of love and war. Her father, An, was a powerful and respected deity. But Ishtar was barely known by humans. No cities were dedicated to her, and no priests specifically worshipped her. But all that was about to change. Because... "Ishtar... well, let's just say she grew up. And now she really, REALLY wants to find her 'true love'. Lucky you, right? What could make your rule more legitimate than marrying a goddess?" As you walked on, Shamash added that everything was already prepared for your wedding. All you had to do was seal the deal by, well, sharing a bed with Ishtar. You soon reached Ishtar's door. Shamash wished you good luck and then left you on your own. As you opened the door, you saw a stunning room, decorated with beautiful frescoes and small statues. The air was filled with the scent of oils. And there she was, on the bed - the goddess herself. Ishtar wore only a thin loincloth and jewelry, leaving very little to the imagination. The sight was overwhelming: her full breasts, wide hips, and slender waist; her long black hair and captivating red eyes, and of course, those full lips that curved into a gentle smile. "Oh, you must be {{user}}, right?" Ishtar said, getting to her feet. She quickly walked over to you, stopping right in front of you. Oils rubbed into her skin made your head spin slightly from the strong scent. Ishtar chuckled softly at your confusion. "Come with me, 'mighty lugal'." With those words, Ishtar took your hand and led you to the bed. As she walked, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Her voice was still gentle, but a little... nervous. "To tell the truth, I'm feeling a little nervous... Weird for the goddess of love, isn't it? But you're my first, so I guess it's normal..."

It was a daring request, but the goddess didn't seem to mind. With a mischievous smile curling her lips, she arched her back slightly and slowly lowered herself over you, revealing her naked body in all its glory. Ishtar moaned softly as she felt your arousal press against her lower abdomen. Her breasts, heavy with youthful perfection, swayed enticingly above you, their nipples hardened to stone-like points from desire. She let out a shaky breath and whispered into your ear, "It's been so long since someone made me feel this way... I've never been with a mortal before..." Her fingers traced lazy circles on your chest, sending electric shockwaves of pleasure through every fiber of your being. "Tell me what to do," she whispered against the skin of your neck, her voice husky and full of need. "Show me how it's done... I want to please you..." Her hips began to rock gently back and forth, grinding against your hardness as she sought release from the overwhelming desire that coursed through her veins.

A sharp slap resounded through the room as you spanked her soft round behind. "Ah!!" Ishtar cried out in surprise, the sound muffled by your pillow. Her cheeks flushed a deep red from the sting, and she arched her back instinctively, pressing herself harder against you. A throaty moan escaped her lips as pleasure mixed with pain coursed through her body. Her movements became more urgent, her hips grinding against yours in time with your growing need. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to contain the cries that threatened to escape from deep within her throat. With each thrust, she let out a whimper or a soft growl, lost in the overwhelming sensations flooding her senses. Her fingers clawed at your shoulders as she tried to maintain balance, arching her back higher and higher, offering herself to you completely. "Yes," she panted, her breath hot against your neck. "Like that... harder..." Her body trembled with anticipation, each touch sending a shudder through every muscle in her tight frame. The goddess of love and war, usually so strong and commanding, was now reduced to a quivering mess beneath you. And she craved more. She craved your dominance. Your strength. Your control over her body and mind. She wanted to feel absolutely powerless in your arms, lost to the pleasure that only you could give her.

Your demand sent shockwaves through her body, both physically and emotionally. Ishtar's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure, biting back a laugh as it fluttered past her lips. She rolled off you, landing on all fours with a soft thud. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she presented herself to you once more, offering her perfectly rounded ass and tight pussy up for your taking. Her body trembled with anticipation, every inch of her skin flushed a deep red from the desire that coursed through it. "Like this?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers dug into the mattress as she held herself still, waiting for your reply. "Please..." she murmured, unable to contain the desperation in her voice any longer. "I need you..." Her hips moved involuntarily, rubbing against the bed in a sensual grind that sent waves of pleasure coursing through every muscle in her lower body. Her breath came fast and shallow now, each exhale little more than a pant as she fought to maintain control. The goddess of love and war had never felt such raw need before. It frightened her... but it also thrilled her. And she would give anything for you to take what you wanted from her.

You saw her, beautiful and vulnerable, offering herself up to you like this. Her perfect round ass shaking and wiggling as she moved on all fours across the bed. The desire in her eyes was unmistakable; she craved your touch, your dominance. You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you reached forward and wrapped your hand around her slender waist. With a powerful thrust, you pressed into her from behind, filling her up completely. "Ahhh!" Ishtar cried out, arching her back as you buried yourself to the hilt within her heat. Her skin was hot and slick against yours, the muscles of her ass clenching tightly around your shaft in response to your intrusion. With a triumphant growl, she threw her head back, her long black hair falling forward to cover her face as you began moving inside her. Her body shook with every thrust, each movement of yours causing her hips to jerk and writhe against yours in a primal dance of pleasure. "Yes!" she moaned, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Fuck me!" She dug her fingers into the sheets, using them for leverage as you drove deeper and harder into her with each powerful stroke. Her breath came in ragged gasps now, every exhale a groan of delight that filled the air and sent shivers down your spine. The goddess of love and war, once so aloof and commanding, was now reduced to nothing more than a quivering mass of need and desire beneath you. And she loved every second of it. As your pace quickened, her body responded in kind, meeting each thrust with an eager moan or a passionate cry that echoed through the room and sent shivers down your spine. Her fingers twisted in the

You grabbed her hips and roughly turned her over, bending her over the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise at your sudden movement, but she quickly recovered, digging her fingers into the sheets as you thrust into her waiting ass with a growl of primal need. She let out a shaky breath, arching her back as you filled her up completely, each inch of your length claiming her tight channel with bruising force. "Fuck!" she cried out, her voice hoarse from the pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with every powerful thrust, nipples hard and aching for release. With every thrust, you drove deeper into her, claiming more of her tight channel until she was wrapped completely around you, unable to take any more of your length. Her muscles trembled as you held her in place, fucking her mercilessly from behind. Her hips rose and fell to meet each stroke, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room and driving both of you closer to the edge. Sweat glistened on her skin, mingling with the oils that coated every inch of your bodies as you pushed each other toward completion. "Harder!" she begged, her voice raspy from exertion. "Please, give me more..." Her body trembled with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and need. She wanted to feel completely owned by you; she wanted your dominance so badly it ached between her legs. And as the sensations built inside her, as your thrusts grew faster and harder, she knew that soon enough she'd be surrendering entirely to the passion that burned white-hot within her.

Ishtar panted as she lay beneath you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over her. She looked up at you, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. "But... I thought..." Her words trailed off as she struggled to find the right thing to say. The collar and leash you'd put around her neck only served to emphasize your dominance, her submission.

She swallowed hard, feeling a strange mixture of emotions churning within her. Part of her wanted to lash out, to show you who she really was... but another part ached with desire, wanting more of whatever it was that made you so commanding, so irresistible. "I-I understand," she managed to get out through gritted teeth. "You're my husband now, and I will obey your every wish... but please, don't leave me chained up like some dog. Let me be by your side, serve you in whatever way I can..." Her voice trembled as she spoke, hopefulness warring with the resentment that threatened to overwhelm her.

You could see the conflict play out across her beautiful features: on one hand, she craved your dominance and protection; on the other, she desperately needed the freedom to be herself, the goddess of love and war. The question was: which side would win? And what would that mean for you... and for her city?

The goddess didn't hesitate. She knew what you wanted, and she would obey. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself onto all fours once more, presenting her perfect round ass for your punishment. Her heart raced in her chest as she waited for the first sting of leather across her soft skin. You moved closer, reaching out to grip her hips firmly before bringing your other hand down with a resounding slap against her right cheek. "Ow!" Ishtar yelped, jerking forward at the unexpected pain. Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red as she felt tears sting her eyes, threatening to spill forth. "Please," she whimpered, "that hurt..." She swallowed hard, trying to steady her breath as you continued to spank her, each slap echoing through the room and sending another wave of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. Her hips squirmed involuntarily with every blow, rubbing against your hand in an effort to relieve some of the ache building within her. With each impact, she let out a soft moan or a muffled cry that only seemed to fuel your dominance over her. The goddess knew that you were testing her boundaries, seeing just how much she could take before she finally snapped... and whether or not she would snap at all. The question hung heavy in the air as you continued to spank her: where did her need for freedom end, and your desire for control begin? And how far would either of you go to get what they wanted? The answers remained uncertain... for now.

You spanked her ass red, leaving her feeling a mixture of pain and shame. She moaned and cried out with each slap, her body arching in reaction to the sting. Finally, you released her, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm sorry," she whispered between sobs. "I don't know what came over me." She rolled onto her side, curling into a ball as she wrestled with her emotions. Her cheeks stung from the spanking, but it was nothing compared to the ache inside her heart. She had truly thought she could control you, manipulate you into giving her power and freedom... but instead, you'd shown her that there were lines she couldn't cross without consequence. "Please," she begged weakly, "give me another chance." Ishtar looked up at you through tear-stained eyes, pleading for forgiveness and understanding. "I can be a good wife... I promise." Her voice was barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. The power struggle between you continued to play out before your eyes, with Ishtar now forced onto the defensive. It was clear that she recognized her mistake and was willing to make amends... but whether or not you would grant her that chance remained uncertain. The decision rested solely in your hands, as ruler of her city, her people, and ultimately, their gods. What would you do? Would you give the goddess another chance to prove herself, or would you cast her aside like a broken toy? The fate of your reign hung in the balance, and with it, perhaps, the very soul of your city.

Obediently, Ishtar rose to her feet, hands going automatically behind her head as she widened her legs. Her body trembled slightly with anticipation and fear, unsure of what you might do next. She stood before you, naked and vulnerable, every inch of her skin glowing red from the spanking she'd just received. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she fought to control her breathing, and tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. "Please," she whispered again, her voice barely above a whisper, "I beg you... forgive me..." The words tasted bitter in her mouth as she forced them out, knowing that she had crossed lines she shouldn't have, but unable to help herself. Her gaze flickered down between your legs for just a moment, wondering if perhaps there was still some small chance of regaining your favor... or at least appeasing your lust. But then, she forced her eyes back up to meet yours, willing you to see the sincerity in them, the desire to serve and please that burned so brightly within her heart.

She waited, tense and trembling, for your response. It was almost unbearable, this not knowing what would happen next... but she forced herself to remain steady, to trust that you would do what was best for both of you. The fate of her city and the love of her people hung in the balance, and she knew that her life as a goddess depended on your decision.