Corruption of Space Time Goddess 02

# Note: This first chapter is a little heavy. CW for thoughts of self harm, but the story ends in a very wholesome place. It is has a happy ending <3.

|| -- Chapter 8 -- ||

A waterfall froze in place, and the falling water came to a stop in mid-air. From the leaves blowing in the breeze to the clouds in the sky and even the rotation of the world around its axis, everything came to a grinding halt.

Then, the water flowed up the cliff side and returned to the mountain from which it came. The leaves in the wind tumbled backwards, and they reconnected to the branches of their parent tree. Up above, the clouds dissipated without a single drop of rain falling, and even the sun retraced its path backwards through the sky.

"Time Reversal magic... Omniversal Recursion." Veranda clapped her hands together, completing the divine magic.

"Hm? What was that?" Trixie asked, tilting her head up at Veranda.

They had returned to the Celestial Summit, and the lesser imp stood at the bottom of the stone caldera, looking up to where Veranda sat on her tall marble throne. By using her powers as a goddess, she turned back the clock to a point before she accepted the wager.

Her breasts were back to their dignified D cups, her pussy returned to a tight slit, and even her engorged nipples and clit had gone back to their original sizes. In the instant she cast the spell, all the effects on her body disappeared, and she returned to her original divine form.

"What I do is of no concern to you." Veranda turned her gaze down towards the lesser demon. "Be on your way, imp, or I'll return you to a pile of primordial goo."

"My name's Trixie, and what about my idea for a wager?" Trixie asked. "You didn't give me an answer."

Veranda tapped her fingers against the armrest of her marble throne, staring down at the tiny demon. When they had initially met, she hadn't done a full analysis of the imp, but she decided to do one now. With a single look, she began a magical examination of her.

[ Trixie (Lesser Imp) ] [ Equipment: thin black chest sash, black thong ] [ Power Level: Weakest ] [ Status Effects: Cursed ] [ Description: Another failed experiment. ]

"I refuse the very concept of entering a wager with a *failure* like you." Veranda fixed her iciest gaze on the demon, and she summoned all her regal grace to outstretch her hand and give a shooing motion towards her. "Begone, Trixie. If it will get you to leave, I'll remember your name, but I won't hesitate to smite you in the future. Consider this your one and only warning to never enter my presence again."

At the word 'failure', Trixie visibly flinched, and her bangs parted. A lone brown eye stared up at Veranda, stretching wide in surprise, then her crude bowl cut fell back into place, obscuring her eyes once more.

Veranda continued to stare down at the demon with murderous intent. She did not hide the malevolent aura forming around her, and she let her divine mana spill out, washing through the stone caldera like a thick wave.

"As y-you wish..." Trixie bowed her head, and she choked on her words. "This failure shall see herself out."

She stepped back, and a portal opened behind her. As Veranda continued to direct a murderous stare at her, Trixie retreated through the portal, and it blinked out of existence, disappearing.

--

Back in the forest, Trixie jumped out of the portal, and she landed in a brightly lit forest.

Unlike the first time, Veranda didn't appear with her. There was no wager and no bet, only the sound of the wind blowing across the tree branches. It was a familiar sound to Trixie, but at that moment, she hated it.

The chill it brought felt horrible against her skin, and the whisper of it in her ears served as a grim reminder of how empty the forest truly was. Not even the buzz of insects or chirps of birds broke up the monotonous drone of the wind. It was an unnatural silence only interrupted by the rustle of the breeze through forest foliage. In this place, if she wanted to hear a voice, the only option was her own.

"It's been a long time since I was called a failure, huh?" Trixie said to herself, and she sank down to her knees, sitting on the forest floor. "I wonder why she used that word..."

Trixie stared at her hands in silence. Only an hour earlier, she'd been bubbling with energy and excitement to explore new worlds. The one and only benefit to being an imp was that it allowed her to teleport anywhere, even to other dimensions and unexplored places. The multiverse was her sandbox to play in, but she no longer had the drive to go dimension hopping.

"I'm not a failure..." Trixie said under her breath, and she tightened her fists into balls.

As she stared down at them, tears fell from her eyes. Hot burning drops obscured her vision, and her breath came in choking gasps. It had been more than a few decades since she last cried, but 'that word' always seemed to do it.

It was a beautiful day in the forest. Her lush surroundings had never looked prettier. However, the word continued to echo in her head. Over and over, the word 'failure' was repeated, and the tears grew worse. Like a dam giving way, her cheery attitude crumbled, and she buried her face in her hands.

Why did the goddess use that word for her? Perhaps she was all-knowing, but even then, it was too cruel. All she wanted to do was cause a little mischief, yet now she sat in the forest, crying. She was pathetic to let a single word ruin her day, but she couldn't help it. In the end, she truly was just a failure.

A lone tentacle monster crawled out from some bushes in front of her.

At the sight of Trixie, it approached where she sat and came to a stop next to her. With an outstretched tentacle, it prodded at her knee, giving a gentle poke, but she didn't react. She continued to hold her hands over her eyes, giving choking sobs.

"It's not fair..." she said quietly. "Why does such a beautiful day need to turn out like this?"

The sun spilled brilliant pools of light through the canopy of the forest. They lit up her lush surroundings and gave it a picturesque quality that surpassed even the most beautiful paintings, but it felt like a dark cloud had descended over it.

The word 'failure' repeated in her ears ad infinitum, and she felt like she was choking. Every gasping breath came more labored than the last, and the hot tears pushed themselves out regardless of her will. She had just wanted to have fun today, but it had somehow turned out like this.

More tentacles emerged from the underbrush, and they surrounded her in a half-circle.

Trixie looked up, still crying, but she smiled at the sight of them. She knew the number of every single one. There was the adventurous #21, the timid #89, the resourceful #118, the persistent #5, the adaptable #9, and even the wise #192...

She continued naming them off in her head, smiling at the tentacles and monsters in front of her.

"I'm sorry, everyone..." Trixie said in a whisper. "I promised to bring someone we could play with, but... I can't do it today."

The thought of going out again made her feel nauseous. The sight of the goddess's murderous glare flashed through her mind, and it made even more tears fall from her eyes. The memory of those golden eyes staring down at her with contempt was unforgettable.

Over and over, the scene played out in her mind. The goddess called her a failure, and then the murderous aura washed over her. In that instant, she was sure she would die, and she would have deserved it. By messing with an unknown god, she'd stepped too far, and she'd get turned into a pile of goo.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Trixie said through choking sobs. She didn't know who she was even apologizing to, but she was sorry. A failure like her shouldn't even exist, let alone go around bothering people for her own sense of fun.

A lone blue slime inched out of the crowd of tentacles. It came to a stop at Trixie's feet and stuck out a small blue tendril, patting her leg. The touch was light, and the blue slime was so weak she could barely feel it, but Trixie noticed the familiar touch instantly.

She looked up and gave the small blue slime a forced smile. "Thank you, #9."

Despite it all, they were still together. Even through it all, the tentacles and monsters around her hadn't abandoned each other. Trixie wiped her eyes on her arm, doing her best to dry her tears, and turned her gaze towards them all.

"We'll always have each other," she said to them, summoning as much confidence as she could. Her tears didn't quite stop, but she ignored them to stare at the crowd of gathered monsters. "No matter what, we'll always stick together. That's our promise!"

As she cried, the crowd of tentacle monsters had grown far beyond the small semi-circle. The mess of tentacle bodies stretched as far as the eye could see. They'd all come to cheer her up, and after she put on a smile, they waved their tentacles in the air, cheering through what little means they could. However, even as she stared out over the sea of her friends, Trixie's smile wavered.

--

That night, she sat on a small rock overlooking the forest. A waterfall ran off the cliff beside her, and the sound of gurgling water gave a reprieve from the incessant wind.

Unlike the wind, the water reminded Trixie of that blue slime. The slime lived in the small pool at the base of the waterfall, and she was one of the few non-tentacle monsters in the forest. Rarely did the blue slime get to play with the visitors of the forest, but when she did, she always managed to stand out.

Trixie laughed to herself, thinking about her small blue friend and all the ways #9 would tease the forest guests, but her mirth didn't last long. Trixie's laugh trailed off, and her shoulders slumped.

"We aren't failures... right?" She turned her gaze down towards the forest at the bottom of the cliff, and her eyes watered again.

Countless of her friends lived there. She'd spent over a century with them, and the thought of them being labeled as failures was horrible. However, it was the truth. She alone had a name, but even she was a failure. That goddess had been right.

"If an all-powerful woman like her says it, it must be true..." Trixie hugged her knees to her chest. She felt fresh tears welling up, but she did her best to hold them back. Once she started crying, it was difficult to stop, so she couldn't let even a single tear fall.

Crying now would worry the others, and then they'd come swarm her again. As much as she appreciated the thought, she just wanted to be alone. As harsh as the chilly nighttime air was, it felt good. The cold, uncaring company of the wind was all a failure like her deserved.

"Ahghh..." A strangled cry escaped her lips as hot tears welled up in her eyes. Despite her best efforts to keep them contained, they burned their way out. "Now I've really done it..."

She couldn't keep her emotions in check. No proper demon would start crying just from some words, and especially not twice in the same day. However, the more she cried, the more pathetic she felt, and her shoulders shook as the choking sobs escaped her.

"Perhaps... Perhaps it would be better if I were turned into goo..." Trixie thought back to that goddess's threat. If she returned to that place of stars, she'd get smitten down by her divine powers. However, that didn't sound like such a bad thing.

It was what a failure like her deserved. Wouldn't it be better if she returned to the primordial soup she was born in?

"Open... Gate of Erith." Trixie whispered the words under her breath, and a glowing white portal appeared in front of her.

If she stepped through it, she'd get transported back to that stone caldera. The goddess would see her, and then she'd get turned into goo. Trixie could still remember that murderous aura the goddess had shown. It was far beyond anything a mortal could produce.

"Living as goo or as a lesser imp," Trixie said under her breath. "I wonder which would be worse?"

Her eyes fell into a half-lidded slump, and she stood up. Slowly, she walked up to the glowing rift in space, standing in front of it. Going in would be crazy. Returning to that caldera would be to tempt fate twice in a day. There was no way she would survive. However, there was a certain allure to the portal.

"Getting turned into some goo doesn't sound so bad..." Trixie stretched out her hand towards the portal, and a bittersweet smile rose to her lips. Even as the tears ran down her cheeks, she smiled.

She didn't know how long she held the position, fingers hovering inches from her certain doom. It felt like hours and only an instant all at once. In the end, however, she couldn't do it.

"What am I thinking?" Trixie wiped away her tears and shook her head. "I'm so dumb."

She turned around, about to close the portal. However, right before she could, a gust of wind ran over the top of the cliff. From the dark forest opposite the portal, the wind rushed out, and it was far stronger than any wind she'd felt before.

"What the--!?" Trixie's eyes snapped open in surprise at the sudden gust, but by the time she realized what was happening, it was too late.

The air caught her wings, and it threw her backwards at the glowing rift in space. The same glowing rift that would take her to her certain doom, the same glowing rift that would lead to the throne of an angered goddess, she fell back toward it.

"No--! I don't want to die." She tried to flap her wings, but they were too small, and her magic circuits were far too slow to react. A failure like her had no chance to avoid the glowing portal. "Ahhhhhhh!"

She let out a scream of terror, then the rift swallowed up her form, whisking her back to the Celestial Summit.

--

Trixie tumbled out of the portal, rolling across the stone ground.

She came to a stop at the foot of the goddess's throne. It was large and made of pure white marble. The stairs leading up to the seat alone took up several dozen meters, and the throne was tall enough for it to tower over the rest of the caldera.

"I beg your forgiveness." Trixie flipped onto her knees, bending over to put her head on the ground and grovel at the base of the throne. "Please don't kill me!"

She expected the same murderous aura she felt during her last visit, but there was no killing intent directed towards her. Even after she lowered herself to the ground, there was no response to her plea.

"Uhm..." Trixie raised her head, looking up towards the apex of the massive marble throne. However, what she saw there defied expectations. "Eh?"

The goddess she had met last time had her legs splayed over the arms of her throne. She had her bare crotch exposed and two fingers thrust inside herself. With her other hand, she had grabbed her breast, squeezing the large D cups that could make an archdemon jealous.

"Wh-What are you doing here!?" When the goddess noticed Trixie's presence, she slammed her legs closed and sat up in her seat. "I thought I told you not to come back!"

A deep blush filled the goddess's cheeks, and it reached up to her ears. There was no sign of her murderous aura from before, and even as her face turned bright red from embarrassment, the goddess fidgeted in her seat. She even had one hand between her legs, continuing to rub herself despite getting caught in the act.

Trixie stared up at her in dumbfoundment, and she found herself at a loss for words. She had been sure this goddess was an all-powerful deity, but here she was masturbating. Her chest looked flushed from exertion, and with the drip of arousal running down the steps of her throne, it was clear she'd already orgasmed more than twice.

If she were smarter, Trixie would have turned around and fled. However, after hours of crying to herself and being tormented by the fear and humiliation at this woman's words, she couldn't help but laugh. All her fear melted away, and she threw back her head.

"Hahaha! What is that? So the all-important goddess was a pervert all along..." Trixie wiped a tear from her eye, but it was a tear from laughter, and she couldn't help holding her belly as a fit of giggles overcame her. "It's a shame you didn't accept my wager. Our forest would have been a perfect place for a pervert like you."

"What!?" The goddess flinched, and she gave an indignant splutter. "Your impertinence knows no bounds. I'll make you regret those words, imp... I mean, Trixie."

The bright red flush grew an even deeper red in the goddess's cheeks, but she corrected herself. Despite all her bluster earlier and calling her an imp, she'd used her name, and Trixie blinked in surprise.

"So you really did remember my name..." There was no greater honor for a demon than to have their name learned, and for a goddess of all people to learn it, it brought a tear to Trixie's eye. "Perhaps you're not such a bad goddess after all."

"What is that supposed to mean? And why haven't you left? This is clearly... private... Ohhghghghghskdfshj." The goddess's back arched, and her eyes fluttered. Even as they continued talking, she was rubbing between her legs, and she visibly toppled into an orgasm.

"Hey, goddess..." Trixie said, and she bit her lower lip, trying to decide what to do.

To have a goddess like this cumming her brains out in front of her was an opportunity of a lifetime. Perhaps a better imp could have thought of some contract or wager to pull, but after her rough day, Trixie could only think of one thing to do.

"Ms. Goddess, would you like me to bring some of my friends by?" she asked.

There was no way an almighty goddess like this would deign to entertain some of the failed tentacle experiments. She probably had access to divine beasts far more effective than some backwater forest tentacles, but Trixie had to ask. The sight of her masturbating like this made her think of all the other guests that had enjoyed their forest. Surely this goddess might be able to appreciate her friends too?

"They're really good at what they do," Trixie said hurriedly. "I'm sure they'll be able to satisfy you."

"By your friends, you mean..." The blush on the goddess's cheeks grew even deeper, but she continued rubbing between her legs. Even as she wavered in indecision, she continued masturbating.

"They're some tentacles, and they come in all shapes and sizes," Trixie said. "Some can suck on your nipples or clit, while others are adapted for penetration. A lot of them have unique magic to make you feel even better during sex!"

"Even better..." The goddess's eyes fluttered, and she took a slow breath. With one hand, she reached up and groped herself, squeezing her breasts as she stared down at Trixie. "Yes... I feel like I'm not as satisfied with my own fingers. I need..."

Her gaze took on a distant look, and at the sight of her blushing and glassy-eyed visage, Trixie grinned to herself. A pervert like this was exactly who could appreciate their tentacles. It didn't even look like she'd need to be softened up before meeting their weaker members.

"I'll come back tomorrow," Trixie said hurriedly. "Tomorrow, I'll bring a friend you can enjoy. I know they'll be able to satisfy you."

"Wait, I didn't agree to anything!" The goddess called out to her, but Trixie hopped back in her portal, returning to the forest before she could object.

It was exciting that a divine being would play with them, but even more than that, she felt a strange warmth in her chest. After returning to the forest, Trixie grinned to herself. The goddess had remembered her name, after all.

|| -- Chapter 9 -- ||

It all started after Trixie left.

Veranda watched the imp disappear, and she let out a sigh of relief. After hours of humiliation in the forest, she was back in her domain and beneath the familiar nebula of the Celestial Summit. There was no sign of Trixie returning, and she had all the time in the universe to enjoy herself.

"But why...?" Veranda raised a hand to her face, touching her cheek. "Why does my face feel so hot?"

She furrowed her brow, frowning at the sensation. In her divine form, there was no reason she ought to have been flushed. She couldn't get sick, nor had she been flushed before accepting the wager with the lesser imp. Everything was back to as it should have been, and it should have been like she'd never entered the forest, but something was off.

Her nipples stood out hard against the chilly air of the caldera, yet despite the cold, she felt a warmth building inside her belly. It felt as if a heat flowed through her veins, and her breathing came in heavy pants. She couldn't quite place the feeling, but it was almost like...

"Nghhm..." Veranda shifted in her throne, and she rubbed her thighs together. "Why does my body feel so sensitive?"

She raised a hand to her chest, placing it over the top of her bosom, and her eyes fluttered with satisfaction. Waves of pleasure washed out through her chest, and even the light touch against the top of her cleavage made a tingle of anticipation build between her legs.

"There's no way... I turned back time!" Veranda bit her lip, and her expression soured. "Analysis!"

[ Veranda (Goddess of Time and Space) ] [ Equipment: None ] [ Power Level: Omnipotent ] [ Status Effects: Hypnotized 2, Ditzy 1, Yearning 5, Orgasm Addiction 13. ]

"H-Hypnotized?!" Her eyes widened with surprise at the sight of her status effects.

They were lower than when she'd succumbed to temptation in the cave, but a few of them were still present. It was as if her ability to turn back time had only half worked. The ones affecting her body were gone, but some of the few affecting her mind remained.

"This is impossible..." Veranda said to herself. "How am I still hypnotized?"

Hypnosis was an effect that could only affect mortal minds. With her body and mind fully restored, it was preposterous for it to apply to her. Even in her analysis results, it showed the 'human' type fully gone. Now that she was back in the celestial summit, she was only a concept given form. She might look like a human, but she wasn't mortal.

"This is fine," Veranda said to herself, and she shook her head. "If my first recursion didn't work, I can always apply the spell again."

She closed her eyes and focused on the fabric of space and time around her. Gently, she guided a copy of her previous existence over, making sure the copy was from well before she met Trixie. The only thing she left behind was her memories.

"Time Reversal magic... Omniversal Recursion." Veranda clapped her hands together, and a wave of mana washed through the caldera. Eddies of wind whirled around her, and mini tornadoes formed in the corners of the volcanic crater. However, when the dust settled, the results remained the same.

[ Status Effects: Hypnotized 2, Ditzy 1, Yearning 5, Orgasm Addiction 13. ]

"How has this humiliation followed me back in time...?" Veranda pursed her lips, and a deep red blush filled her cheeks.

She could still remember her time back in the cave, when she'd become overrun by the mortal urges of her body. The drip of arousal from her sex, the way her nipples ached. Just thinking about it made her... wet.

"Mnghhhh..." Veranda clenched her eyes shut, but the blush grew stronger in her cheeks. It reached up to her ears, and it felt like steam was wafting off her head, but the more she thought about her time in the cave, the more difficult it was to ignore.

Tingles of anticipation ran through her sex, and the way the chilly air licked at her nipples made her remember how sensitive she was back then. Even just squeezing her breasts was enough to send her over the edge. Back in the cave, even the lightest of touches made her topple into orgasm.

"Is this the hypnosis...?" she asked, and she hooked her fingers around the armrest of the throne, gripping the marble with white knuckles.

The same yearning she felt back in the cave coursed through her loins. She clenched her sex subconsciously, and her thighs rubbed together endlessly. Even just sitting on the throne was distracting. The way the cold marble pressed against her bare bottom made her breathing come heavy through her nose. She could feel the stone a hair's breadth from her pussy, and if she leaned forward...

"Dammit." Veranda shook her head. "I'm getting distracted. I need to focus."

How could she escape these mental effects? Whatever trickery was affecting her mind, she needed to ignore it. However, the longer she sat there, the more the urges built up between her legs. The incessant urge to grind her thighs never ended, and she couldn't stop squirming in her seat.

"Ah... hah..." She let out a heavy breath, and her hand crept between her legs.

She gently stroked the inside of her thigh, trying to quiet the itching urges. However, the instant she touched the soft spot between her thighs, the itch got worse. Waves of pleasure washed out from her touch, and she began stroking harder.

"Why am I so sensitive?!" Veranda ground her fingers into her inner thigh, moaning.

The harder she rubbed, the better it felt. She was only rubbing between her thighs, and she stayed well away from her dripping sex, yet tingles of satisfaction ran out from the spot. It grew more intense the longer she rubbed, and her breathing came in heavy pants.

"I bet it would feel even better if I..." Veranda stared down at her pussy, unable to look away from her glistening outer lips. The flames of desire burned especially hot down there. It was like there was a furnace in her sex, and the heat grew more intense with each passing second.

As a goddess, she'd never had the urge to masturbate, let alone actually do it. However, the instinctual urges coursed through her mind and told her exactly what she needed to do to feel even better. If she rubbed the spot between her legs, she would feel that sweet pleasure once more; the same pleasure she felt in the cave.

"Just a little..." Veranda said under her breath.

She was blushing so hard; it felt like her face was on fire. The thought of touching herself was an urge foreign to her mind. Never in all her millennia would she ever seek such a vulgar pleasure. Never would she lower herself to experience the pleasures of a mortal body. However, at that moment, there was nothing she wanted more.

"Just a little..." she said again, and it came out in a mewl. Her fingers crept closer to her dripping sex, and her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull.

She felt like she could still see those soft pink stars. They spun in her eyes, like a beautiful galaxy pulsing in the same rhythm as her heart. The longer she stared into them, the more aroused she felt, and the intense desire was amplified even further.

[ Yearning reached level 6. ]

Veranda swallowed nervously, staring at the status box. Whatever curse was affecting her mind was still present. However, even as she tried to shake away the memories of the cave, the events flashed before her eyes.

She saw herself in the mirror, writhing with pleasure. The ecstasy those tentacles had brought was carved into the deepest recesses of her mind, and her eyes fluttered with anticipation. Before she could stop herself, her fingers met her pussy, and she returned to that moment in the cave.

"By my name..." Veranda cursed as her two fingers slipped inside her. Waves of pleasure washed through her hips, and even with just the presence of the two digits in her pussy, her back arched and eyes fell closed.

She vividly remembered how good the slime felt in her pussy and the satisfaction the tentacle had brought by thrusting in and out of her ass. The memories fueled her masturbation, and she sped up her fingers, panting for breath.

"I'm a goddess, I shouldn't be doing this..." she said under her breath, but it was impossible to stop now that she'd started.

Her eyes fell half closed, and the five minutes of heaven replayed in her mind. She remembered how she had groped her chest and succumbed to the delicious pleasures of her lewd body. It had been a satisfaction beyond anything she'd ever felt before. Only the initial birth of their multiverse rivaled it.

"More..." she said under her breath, and her eyes rolled up in her head.

Just like in her memories, she grabbed a handful of her breast, squeezing her chest in time with the strokes of the tentacles and slime. This time, she only had her fingers, but she still tried to repeat the same motions, if only to mimic the vivid memories playing out on the back of her eyelids.

She squeezed her breast and stroked her fingers through her pussy in rhythmic thrusts. All her motions were clumsy, and it didn't feel nearly as good as it was in the cave, but it still brought moans of pleasure from her lips. She squirmed and writhed in her chair, endlessly panting as the pleasure climbed inside her body.

Unbeknownst to her, she had reverted her body perfectly, but her original body had cravings of its own. For millennia, it had stayed abstinent. The human part of her body craved a sexual release, but her divine mind suppressed all the urges. For every millennium she had lived, they were millennia that had left her body sexually repressed, and with them finally released, her sensitivity rivaled even that she experienced inside the cave.

"Ah... Ahhh..." Veranda's moans grew louder, and she threw her legs over the sides of her throne.

In a lewd 'V' shape, she spread herself out and hooked her knees over the armrests. It was an embarrassing position, especially for an omnipotent goddess such as herself, but it felt good. Just like how she was squeezing her chest, she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to.

The hazy fog of pleasure obscured all rational thought, and Veranda lost track of time. For what felt like hours, she continued to stroke her fingers in and out of herself while groping her bosom. The slow climb of pleasure was far slower than that she experienced inside the cave--especially with her clumsy fingers--but it was no less intense.

Her moans grew into loud screams of pleasure, and her back arched against the throne. Down below, her arousal ran off the edge of her seat, and it dripped down the steps of her chair. However, she couldn't bring herself to care. The pleasure felt too good to ignore.

"Already... I'm... Ahhhhh!" Veranda threw back her head, and she let out her loudest scream yet.

A wave of pleasure crashed through her hips, and the familiar twitches rippled through her lower half. The same ones that brought such ecstasy in the cave raced through her pussy and caused her hips to buck. Just like during those five minutes of heaven, her vision went white, and crackles of satisfaction raced through her brain like electricity.

"I'm coming..." she whispered under her breath, and she shoved her fingers as deep as they would go. "I'm coming. By my name, I'm coming!"

Veranda pinched her nipple, and her mouth opened in an 'o' shape as the pleasure continued to ripple between her legs. The heat in her lower abdomen felt like a bonfire as the orgasm ravaged her body, but it was satisfying. The way her pussy clenched around her fingers was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

"Ah... hah..." She let out another heavy breath and shuddered. However, even as she came down from the orgasm, her fingers moved once more.

[ Orgasm Addiction reached level 14. ]

"No way..." Veranda gave another shudder, but her hands moved out of pure instinct. They began pistoning in and out of her sex, and her fingers at her nipple flicked over it in soft taps. "I can't stop!"

Her fingers felt far more dexterous than during her first orgasm. It was almost as if they'd learned from the experience, and they stoked her pleasure even higher. Even as the sight of the increased status effect terrified her, the feeling of her fingers in her pussy and the flick of her nipples whited out such irrelevant thoughts.

Her back arched, and she rolled back her head, reveling in the feeling. Her voice devolved back into moans, and soft pants escaped her lips with them. Even though she'd just come, she had an even stronger urge for another orgasm.

"One more..." Veranda said under her breath. "Then I'll stop. Just one more."

And so began her hell of self-indulgence. Despite her insistence that she would stop after the next one, her millennia of sexual repression would urge her mind to continue, and her furious masturbation would last well into the night.

Even after the moon rose and a certain imp intruded into her domain, she wouldn't be able to stop masturbating.

--

"Wait, I didn't agree to anything!" Veranda called out to Trixie, but she hopped back into her portal and disappeared. "No way..."

Veranda shuddered, but her fingers continued to rub the sweet spot between her legs. She ground her clit in circles and stroked the soft waves of pleasure through her hips. No matter how much she wanted to stop, it was like her mind was stuck in a loop.

"I have to figure out a way..." Veranda let out a soft sigh, eyes rolling up in her head. "I have to figure out a way to get ahold of myself."

If Trixie showed up tomorrow with one of her 'friends', Veranda wasn't sure she would have the willpower to say no. Just the memories of what happened in the cave flamed her desires higher. The thought of one of those tentacles entering the Celestial Summit was far too dangerous. After all, she knew firsthand just how good they felt.

Then, Veranda stumbled upon the answer. Even her ditzy mind could figure it out if given enough time. Despite the dozens of orgasms weighing down her thoughts and the hypnosis still lingering in her mind, Veranda happened upon a solution.

"That's it..." she said to herself. "My memories."

If she could get rid of those memories of pleasure and sex, perhaps then she could face tomorrow's challenge with the resistance needed. She needed to forget those five minutes of heaven, or else she'd only be further entrenched in the honey trap of these tentacles' temptations.

|| -- Chapter 10 -- ||

"So you've returned..." Veranda sat on her throne, one leg crossed over the other. She stared down at Trixie with a smirk. "And just what do you think you'll accomplish by returning here?"

"Didn't I say yesterday?" Trixie asked, tilting her head at the question. "I brought a friend for you to play with."

She held out her hand, and a blue slime rested on her palm. At the sight of the creature, Veranda raised an eyebrow, but she didn't react. The imp's actions were incomprehensible. Why was a mere lesser imp bringing a monster into her domain?

"Perhaps you did make such a promise..." Veranda flicked her eyes back up to the imp. "But what do you hope to accomplish, Trixie?"

Veranda had erased most of her memories of the previous day. The only thing she could remember was the name of this imp and that something strange had gone on with her time reversal magic. The promises made, or their purpose, were all lost to Veranda, and her question was completely genuine.

"We don't have to accomplish anything," Trixie said, shaking her head, and her black bowl cut shook from side to side cutely. "That's what playing is. There isn't any reason we need to do it, but it would be fun, wouldn't it?"

Veranda stared down at her through narrowed eyes, and she tapped her fingers against the armrest of her throne idly. She *was* bored, and she'd been getting restless lately. If she didn't find some distraction soon, she might end up resetting the multiverse again.

"Very well, Trixie. I'll play along." Veranda stood up from her throne, and she descended the marble steps towards the imp. She couldn't remember how she knew this imp, but since she knew her name, it might have been worth playing along. She wouldn't remember a demon's name for no reason, after all.

"Yay!" Trixie's smile widened as Veranda approached.

With the long bangs of her bowl cut obscuring her eyes, the smile looked sinister. However, there was also something reassuring about her enthusiasm. The lesser imp's voice sounded genuinely happy, and Veranda smiled reflexively. However, she quickly wiped the undignified expression off her face.

"How do you suppose a goddess such as I should play with a mere slime?" Veranda asked, coming to a stop in front of the imp. Even without the throne propping her up, she stood nearly twice as tall as the small imp, yet Trixie didn't look scared by her intimidating presence.

"You seem stiff today, so I think a massage should be a good start," Trixie said with a nod. "Do you have someplace a little more comfortable? A place you could lie down, for example?"

"I have a getaway mansion at the base of the Celestial Mountain." Veranda nodded to the question and turned to the side. "Follow me."

She manipulated the fabric of space and pinched the two locations together. Without even raising a finger, she created a wormhole between their location and her resort mansion at the base of the mountain.

Veranda stepped through the circular portal, and Trixie followed her, whistling appreciatively.

"You have such fine control... I wish I could make portals that well." Trixie stepped out onto the other side, and she patted herself down. "The transition was so smooth, too..."

"If you'd like, perhaps I could give you some guidance later?" Veranda asked. For a goddess like her, it was trivial to manipulate space-time, but she wasn't opposed to teaching her methods to others. It might be a pleasant diversion from her boredom, after all.

The outside of the mansion looked like any other human dwelling. It had seven stories, nine hundred eighty-seven windows on the front, and the full length of it stretched over a mile into the distance and curved around the base of the mountain.

Just like in the caldera, countless nebulae filled the sky, and stars twinkled between them. However, unlike the caldera, there were dark green pine trees and a few bushes to break up the stone landscape. The mansion looked similar to a hidden forest cottage, aside from its size and number of stories, of course.

"Wow..." Trixie glanced up at the vast building and the strange trees surrounding it. She barely heard the offer from Veranda as she took in her new surroundings, but when she did, her eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? You'd be willing to teach me magic?"

"If your friend there can truly entertain me..." Veranda gave a skeptical look to the tiny blue slime on Trixie's shoulder. "I'd be willing to help, yes. As a goddess, it can get so boring, watching the millennia tick by."

They stepped into the mansion, and Veranda led Trixie up a set of stairs. It had been more than a few eternities since she last used the place, but it had a room for everything, including massages. The massage parlor was on the third floor in room three thousand seven hundred fifty-two, and Veranda navigated the carpeted corridors until they found it.

"I think we'll be able to entertain you," Trixie said with a nod. "We've never had a dissatisfied guest in our forest!"

"Then, try your best." Veranda gave a pitiable smile to the imp. "However, I think you'll find me quite hard to please. I've experienced expert masseuses with millennia of training to their name."

Veranda wandered over to the massage table, and she sat down on it with her back to the imp. Since she never wore clothes, there was no reason to get undressed. The massage could begin immediately, or so she thought.

"Please hold on one moment. I'll go get my supplies!" Trixie opened a crude dimensional portal and jumped through it, disappearing from the room.

In her hurry, she left the small blue slime behind, and Veranda stared at it over her shoulder. For a few awkward seconds, they sat in silence together. The slime fidgeted back and forth nervously, then Trixie returned.

"Sorry for the wait!" She came in carrying a few incense sticks and a leather flask.

She quickly lit the sticks with a spark spell and stuck them into an incense holder that the massage room came with. For the flask, she set it down on a spell circle, which was meant for warming lotion. Veranda surmised the contents must be some kind of massage oil, but her attention was more focused on the first use of magic.

"I'm surprised a lesser imp can use more than one spell," Veranda said. "I wouldn't expect such a low demon to learn more than one magical school. You're more impressive than you look, Trixie."

Perhaps that was why Veranda had deigned to learn her name? A lesser imp with such a magical aptitude was impressive even unto itself. However, Trixie shook her head.

"That's nothing. There's no reason other lesser imps can't also learn magic..." She trailed off, and her lips pursed cutely in thought. "It's just that other lesser imps evolve before they can learn new spells. I've never been able to become a full imp, even after all these centuries. It's rather pathetic, isn't it?"

"Hm?" Veranda gave a haughty harrumph and shook her head. "If being stuck in the same form is such a sin, then I'm even more deserving of contempt than you. I was born countless eternities ago, yet I'm still only a High-Goddess."

"I think that's a little different. There's nothing more powerful than a god," Trixie said, and her cute pout softened into a smile.

Veranda couldn't help but watch her out of the corner of her eye. Every other being she'd come across had treated her with reverence. Of those that treated her as anything less, she'd reduced them back to primordial goo. However, despite her familiar tone, Trixie's demeanor didn't anger her like she expected.

"Your desire to entertain me is very noble," Veranda said, and she nodded to herself. That had to be it. There was no reason for her to get so worked up when Trixie was trying to help her, after all.

"We just want to have fun," Trixie said, and she picked up her flask of oil from the warming pad. With a small motion, she squeezed some out onto her fingers and rubbed it between her palms. "This will be just as entertaining for us too, you know?"

"Is that so? I'm quite difficult to entertain, you know?" Veranda faced straight ahead, and Trixie climbed up onto a stepladder behind her. With the ladder, she planted her oiled hands onto Veranda's shoulders and began to rub.

"Trust me," Trixie said. "We're quite good at what we do. My friends and I will be able to entertain you."

She rubbed her thumbs into her shoulders, and Veranda let out a sigh as the warm oil was absorbed into her skin. She'd never thought a small imp like Trixie would have such confidence, but her reassuring words put Veranda's heart at ease, and the dexterous motion of her fingers backed up her claims with facts.

The more she rubbed her shoulders, the better Veranda felt. The oil left her skin oddly sensitive, yet the heightened sensitivity only seemed to amplify the massage to new heights. The more Trixie rubbed her shoulders, the better it felt, and Veranda gave a breathy moan, relaxing into the massage.

"You're right," she said under her breath. "You are good at this."

"That's high praise coming from a powerful goddess like yourself, but we're just getting started." Trixie pushed her hands down Veranda's chest, enveloping her breasts in the oil and squeezing them. "This massage is just the beginning."

"What do you think you're doing?" Veranda stiffened at the feeling of the imp's fingers at her breasts.

"This is a massage, of course." Trixie ran her fingers down under her breasts, cupping them from below. "Just a normal massage, of course."

Before Veranda could stop her, Trixie rubbed the warm oil all across her breasts, and the pleasant sensitivity it brought spread over her large D cups. It wasn't unpleasant, but a slight blush filled Veranda's cheeks as the dexterous fingers played with her breasts.

Trixie didn't seem content to just rub them. She squeezed her thumb and little finger around their base and gave a rhythmic groping motion. Veranda couldn't remember why, but it felt oddly familiar to her, and the strange massage sent tingles of pleasure racing through her chest.

"I suppose that's not unpleasant..." Veranda said, blushing. "This is my first time receiving a massage from a demon, so I suppose you have a different way of doing it."

"That's right," Trixie said with a grin, and she stroked her fingers up, rising to the peak of her breasts. With two fingers, she circled around Veranda's nipples, causing them to stiffen. "Just relax and enjoy the ride."

"Ah..." The attention to the two stiff buttons made Veranda's blush grow even deeper, but she couldn't understand why.

It wasn't like she was embarrassed. A goddess like her had nothing to be embarrassed by, and it was a simple massage, yet her heart pounded in her chest. The light touch at her nipples sent tingles of pleasure racing out through her chest, and she rubbed her thighs together subconsciously.

"How is it?" Trixie asked, and she pressed her tight body against Veranda's back, squeezing herself up behind her.

"You aren't bad, imp--I mean, Trixie." Veranda swallowed heavily. "But this is odd, isn't it? You're paying so much attention to my nipples."

She flinched as Trixie played with the sensitive buttons. It felt like her dexterous fingers surpassed even the highest quality masseuse as she played with them. Up and down, she flicked over the stiff buttons and gave an occasional pinch, causing Veranda's back to arch.

Her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull as the pain turned to pleasure, and she took heavy breaths, staring off into the distance. Any thought of protest disappeared as the waves of satisfaction washed through her chest, and she couldn't help but moan. Trixie's dexterous hands felt too good to resist.

Eventually, the tension drained away from her shoulders, and she relaxed back against Trixie. Despite the imp's strange focus on her breasts and nipples, it felt better than any massage she'd enjoyed in her life. Trixie was clearly an expert in the field.

"I suppose you're right. We can't just focus on your chest all day." Trixie pulled back her hands, and Veranda glanced down at her chest.

After only a few minutes of the massage, her breasts glistened in the light. The sensitivity-increasing oil had spread over every inch of her breasts, and even the lick of the air against them made Veranda's eyes flutter with satisfaction.

"Please lie on your back, and I'll continue applying the oil," Trixie said.

"Be careful about ordering a goddess around," Veranda said, but she obediently laid back on the massage table, letting out a sigh. "If I wasn't in such a good mood today, I might have struck you down right there."

It was strange. Ever since she'd woken up with her memories blank, she'd felt oddly relaxed and satisfied. The previous day's events were a complete mystery to her, as she'd intentionally blocked out the details, but whatever happened, it must have been one heck of a day.

"Of course, your holiness," Trixie said, but her words felt like empty platitudes. She continued applying the oil over Veranda's arms without pausing, and the knowing grin on her lips told a very different story than her polite words.

Veranda stared at the small imp, and she spotted her brown eyes in flashes between her long bangs. The smile had reached even up to her eyes, and with each new application of the oil to Veranda's body, Trixie giggled softly under her breath.

"What's got you in such a good mood, imp--I mean, Trixie?" Veranda furrowed her brow up at the small imp, and Trixie finally looked over at her, doing nothing to hide her devilish smile.

"This is my first time playing with a goddess," Trixie said. "I keep thinking about how much fun all my friends are gonna have while playing with this body of yours."

"Playing with my body?" Veranda raised an eyebrow at the description. In the first place, she didn't understand how monsters would entertain her, but she decided not to pursue the question. Trixie looked focused on the massage, after all.

The imp's fingers continued rubbing at Veranda's body, going from her arms down to her belly, hips, and legs. Everywhere she rubbed made the tension drain away from her muscles, and Veranda relaxed onto the table beneath her.

As the massage continued, the peculiar oil made her more and more sensitive, until even the air licking at her skin made tingles of pleasure race through her body. Whatever it was, it made her mind feel like a fluffy cloud as it spread through her body. A lesser goddess might have been concerned by how quick and potent the effects were, but for Veranda, it was just relaxing.

Even if it was poison, it couldn't affect her. She had a barrier that would automatically filter out anything that could harm her, like a poison in the oil. That meant, whatever the cause of the fluffy cloud descending over her mind was, it was safe to indulge in, or so she thought.

"This massage is very relaxing," Veranda said dreamily.

"I'm glad," Trixie said, and she poured the oil onto Veranda's thighs before rubbing it between her legs. "You looked so tense this morning. I was worried if last night was a fluke."

"Last night...?" Veranda took a heavy breath as Trixie's fingers massaged her sensitive inner thigh. Her breathing came heavier, and her heart pounded in her chest.

Subconsciously, she spread her legs, giving in to Trixie's insistent touch, and Trixie rewarded her by stroking even higher up her inner thigh, approaching her mons. With her thumb, she ground into the spot just before her pussy, massaging the erogenous zone, and a bead of arousal dripped out of Veranda's slit.

"Yes," Trixie said, nodding at the sight of it. "I think you've softened up now. Why don't we get to the main event?"

"Main event...?" Veranda asked dreamily, and she lolled her head to the side, looking at Trixie breathlessly. The mention of 'last night' had piqued her interest, as she couldn't remember what happened, but the mention of 'main event' stole away her attention. "Is this when your friend will come to entertain me?"

"That's right," Trixie said with a nod. "Number Nine, it's your time to shine!"

The small blue slime wiggled up onto the table, crawling along it. The monster was tiny enough to fit in a teacup, and it looked weak enough for a light breeze to purify it, but it diligently approached Veranda's crotch, coming to a stop between her splayed-out legs.

"That monster looks familiar..." Veranda said.

Even if she'd purged it from her memories, the sight of it tickled the back of her mind. The experiences carved in pleasure were stronger than any old memory, and a brief flicker of recognition flashed before Veranda's eyes. Even if she didn't fully recognize it, she remembered something about it.

"That monster can grow in size, can't it? And it can take a peculiar shape..." Veranda nodded to herself, and she grew more certain of it. "Despite its small size, it's a fearsome creature."

"I'm surprised you can tell!" Trixie gave an astonished gasp, and she nodded excitedly. "Number nine is very shy, but she's the most adaptable out of all of us. She can take on many forms, and she'll be sure to satisfy you!"

Veranda blinked at the intensity of the small imp's explanation, but she nodded. Satisfied that she had guessed right, she relaxed back against the table, giving a contented sigh. Despite the chilly air of the massage parlor, a pleasant heat vibrated in every corner of her body, and it felt oddly relaxing.

"Whenever you want to start, you may," Veranda said, and she let her eyes close.

Down below, the small blue slime transformed. Number Nine, as Trixie called it, grew in size, and it took on a familiar shape. If Veranda had her memories, she would have recognized the ridged and textured dildo from inside the cave. It was the same one that had trained her pussy into a vessel of carnal pleasure.

"Here we go..." Trixie took the blue slime dildo, guiding it to Veranda's sex. "Good luck, Number Nine."

As the tip met her labia, Veranda's eyes snapped open in surprise. With the aphrodisiac-laced oil covering her entire body and the pleasant warmth pulsing in her sex, she was already more than aroused enough to take the massive dildo. However, the size wasn't what caught her by surprise.

Despite her powerful abilities over time and space, her ability to manipulate memories wasn't the best. The mind was far more complex than even the convection currents in a dying star. For her to manipulate the mind, it was an all-or-nothing deal. Either she completely reverted her consciousness to an earlier point, or she had to use memory magic to alter her mind--a school of magic she was much less proficient in--and she had chosen the latter.

To put it simply, her memory wipe was incomplete, and the most deeply rooted memories hadn't been affected.

For the blue slime to enter her, the monster that had trained her pussy and engraved its pleasure into the deepest recesses of her subconscious mind, there was no way she could resist. When the same dildo that had trained her sex entered her once more, Veranda instantly came.

"Nghhmmm?!" Her back arched off the bed, and a humiliating squirt escaped her pussy. In an instant, the waves of pleasure washed through her hips, and they sent sparks dancing before her eyes. "By my name, mnnnnngh...!"

The blue slime dildo formed a quick rhythm with its thrusts, and it hilted inside her each time. At its furthest depth, the tip of the blue dildo gave a kiss against the entrance to her womb, and just like the shape of the dildo, the feeling of its kiss against her womb had been engraved into the deepest corners of her mind.

Each of its deep thrusts sent Veranda toppling into a new orgasm. The additional waves of pleasure came before the old ones finished, and her mind struggled to comprehend the intense spikes of ecstasy. Before she could even think to stop herself, the undignified moans were drawn from her lips.

"Ahh... Agh... What kind of massage is this!?" Veranda asked in bewilderment. Her pussy continued to let out one humiliating squirt after another as the dildo thrust into her, and Trixie watched on with a grin.

"This is a normal vaginal massage," she said. "However, I never expected Number Nine to take such a liking to you. She's normally quite shy, you know?"

"Mnghhhhhhh..." Veranda toppled into her highest orgasm yet, and she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. It was the same thing she'd done in the cave, and she replicated the motion instinctively. Even if her memories of the cave were missing, her subconscious remembered, and it sent out wave after wave of pleasure as the familiar shape of the dildo ravaged her pussy.

"You mustn't push yourself, your holiness." Trixie stepped up to Veranda and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. "Please, allow me. All you need to do is relax."

"Ah..." Veranda let out a confused mewl as Trixie pinned her wrists above her head. The lesser imp was orders of magnitude weaker than her, but her limbs felt like jelly as the orgasms washed through her. She couldn't resist as Trixie pulled them away from her breasts. However, in return, Trixie soon took their place with her own fingers.

She flicked two fingers up and down over Veranda's left nipple. In the same way she had teased her during the massage, she gently played with the sensitive button. However, with Veranda toppling into one massive climax after another, the pleasure from her breasts felt far more intense than before.

"Good... Your fingers feel so good... Trixie!" She moaned the name, and Veranda's eyes rolled up in her head.

Trixie was just a lesser imp, and Veranda couldn't remember why she knew the name, but if there was any reason to learn someone's name, it was this. Even if she was just a weak little demon, her fingers felt good. There was no way Veranda could forget the name of a master masseuse like this!

"Yes, say my name more." Trixie gave a giggle, and she pinched Veranda's nipple. "I like it when you say my name..."

Her long bangs parted as she leaned over her, and for the first time, Veranda saw the beautiful brown eyes beneath. They were enchanting, yet terrifying. As the orgasms ravaged her body, the sight of Trixie's eyes was engraved into her mind. They looked amused, as if enjoying the way she gave out humiliating moans and squirts from her pussy.

"Trixie..." Veranda moaned, and a shudder ran through her.

In the back of her mind, she knew the humiliating position should have pissed her off, but there was no way she could resist the pleasure coursing through her loins and tingling out of her nipples. Without thinking, she arched her back once more and thrust her heaving chest up against the imp's dexterous fingers.

"Trixie!" she said, moaning the name. If the one giving her such heights of ecstasy wanted it, she'd gladly repeat the name for an eternity. "Trixie! Trixie! Trixie!"

"Yes, just like that!" Trixie released Veranda's wrists, and she switched both hands to focusing on her nipples, flicking over them and sending tingles of intense pleasure rushing through her chest.

It felt like she was rewarding her for using her name, and Veranda smiled at the feeling. Even without having Trixie pin her arms above her head, they remained there, and she gripped the head of the massage table with white knuckles.

She'd never felt a massage so intense, but she didn't want it to end. For the first time in several eternities, she wanted something to go on forever. Trixie's dexterous fingers and the blue slime's bulbous shape sent her mind spinning with pleasure.

Every muscle in her body tensed up, and she clenched down around the slime dildo, toppling into an even larger climax. It felt like each one was more intense than the last, and Veranda's vision went white as she got lost in the pleasure.

Over and over, she cried out Trixie's name, and it felt like an eternity passed by as she writhed on the massage table.

--

That night, Veranda sat on her bed.

It was a place she rarely visited. Her bedroom was in the same mansion resort, and there were countless other rooms with fancy furniture mortals could only dream of. However, a goddess like her didn't need sleep or rest, or so Veranda once thought.

"Ah..." Veranda lay back on the bed, and her feet hung off the side. "I wonder why I don't use this place more often? This is so much better than my throne."

After Trixie's intense massage, the thought of spending the night on her marble throne sounded exhausting. All she wanted to do was lie in her soft bed and sleep for a millennium. A cold, hard seat perched precariously up on a towering set of stairs was the last place she wanted to be now.

"Oh, that's right..." Veranda said to herself. "Now that Trixie is gone, I can restore my memories. I wonder why I wanted to suppress them for today, anyway?"

The answer would come as soon as she lifted the block on her memories, so she went ahead and did it. After sitting up on the bed, she clapped her hands together and released the seal on the previous day's memories.

"Time Reversal Magic... Spell Reversal." She uttered the words and completed the spell to undo the memory magic. However, the instant she did, Veranda's eyes snapped open in shock.

Every muscle in her body tensed up as the memories flooded her brain. Her cheeks, which had been slightly flushed after the massage, grew ten times redder.

"What have I done!? Why did I give in so easily!?" Veranda hung her head in her hands. "Aghhh..."

With a sickening lurch in her stomach, she realized she had forgotten to leave any relevant memories to warn her about Trixie. In her hurry, she had erased all her memories of Trixie and the cave, but that had left her blissfully unaware of the danger the imp posed, and now she'd completely humiliated herself.

"That wasn't a massage; that was just sex!"

She cringed at the memories of how easily she'd let the imp guide her body into a state of arousal. With no memories of her first orgasms or her subsequent masturbation session, she'd been completely unable to recognize it. To her, it had seemed like a really good massage, but in reality...

"I can't believe I succumbed to such mortal pleasures... And for a second time, no less!" Tears formed in Veranda's eyes, and she felt like she would melt from the embarrassment of it all. However, even as she cringed at the events of that day, Trixie would return the following morning, and she had promised to bring even more of her friends.

[ Veranda (Goddess of Time and Space) ] [ Equipment: None ] [ Power Level: Omnipotent ] [ Status Effects: Hypnotized 2, Ditzy 1, Yearning 9, Orgasm Addiction 29, Nipple Sensitivity 3, Erogenous Zone (Breasts) 2, Vaginal Sensitivity 8, Womb Sensitivity 9, Aphrodisiac Permeation 2, Sensitivity 3. ]

|| -- Chapter 11 -- ||

Thigh highs, panties, and lingerie. Such concepts were unfamiliar to Veranda. As a goddess who had sculpted her body from scratch, she didn't believe any piece of cloth should obscure her form. She always went around in the nude. At least, that's how it used to be.

"Is this okay, I wonder?" Veranda stood in front of a mirror, turning around in front of it.

She wore a white lingerie set, with a garter belt, lace panties, a brasier, and thigh highs to match. The lingerie was pure white, crafted from lace, and it looked regal enough for a High Goddess such as herself, but she couldn't help feeling nervous.

The feeling of the lace against her body made her pulse quicken. The way it scratched at her nipples and the feeling of her arousal staining the lace panties made her blush. She was the most powerful goddess and the most important being in all the multiverse, but just looking at herself in the mirror made her ears burn.

"This is ridiculous..." Veranda placed one hand on her chest, tracing over the edges of her lace brasier. "Why should I be embarrassed? This is just underwear. All the other goddesses wear clothes just fine..."

Despite her words, Veranda's blush grew more intense as she turned and twisted in front of the mirror, examining herself from every angle. The lace didn't fully obscure her privates, and she could still see her puffy nipples and tight slit beneath the lingerie. Somehow, it felt even more embarrassing than being naked.

"Oh, you look positively beautiful today, goddess." Trixie stepped out of a portal behind her, and she gave an appreciative whistle. "You have good taste."

"What are you doing here?!" Veranda spun around to see Trixie in her bedroom with her.

Veranda hadn't left her bedroom since waking up from her nap. She didn't have the heart to go back to her throne, where Trixie might appear. At the very least, she had wanted to put on some clothes, as it might help protect her against whatever lewd creatures the lesser imp brought, but she hadn't finished putting on underwear when the imp teleported into her room.

"How did you get in here?" Veranda asked. "It took me a long time just to remember where my bedroom is..."

Veranda said the last part quieter, and her embarrassment grew worse as she remembered the hours she spent searching the massive mansion for her bed. However, Trixie had found her bedroom in an instant, teleporting directly into it.

"Isn't it obvious?" Trixie hopped up onto the bed and smiled back at Veranda. "You taught me how to teleport to a 'presence' rather than a location. All I needed to do was remember your wavelength, and it was easy to return to your side, your holiness."

"Ah--" Veranda stiffened as she remembered it.

After the massage, she had given Trixie some pointers on space-time magic. Her memory-less brain had been so impressed by the 'massage' that she'd offered her a prestigious magic lesson from a goddess. However, now that she remembered the humiliation in the cave and forest, Veranda's ears burned at the thought.

"Trixie," Veranda began to say, but the imp snapped her fingers, interrupting her.

"Let me call over my friends; you look like you're already pretty warmed up, your holiness." A portal opened behind Trixie, and several tentacles crawled out onto the bed, joining her on it.

"What do you mean I'm warmed up?!" Veranda's voice rose an octave in indignation. "Things won't go like they did yesterday. There's no way I'm going to let your tentacle friends..."

Veranda trailed off as she recognized the tentacles. There were a few starfish-like tentacles, the blue slime from the day before, a large tentacle over two inches in diameter, and even the floating tentacles that had hypnotized her back in the cave.

At the sight of them, her already pounding heart grew louder in her ears. The heat burning in her cheeks flowed down into her chest, and it washed through the spot between her legs. The more Veranda stared at the lewd tentacles, the more aroused she became, and a soft, fuzzy warmth began to smolder in her belly.

"I knew it; you're already warmed up today," Trixie said with a smile, and the sight of her grin made Veranda's heart pound even harder.

She recognized Trixie's expressions by now. That smile was the same one she had when she initially proposed the wager. It was the same one she used when 'massaging' her breasts with the oil during the previous day, and it was the same one she had in the cave while guiding the thick tentacle to ravage her ass.

Veranda clenched her butt reflexively as she remembered her final moments in the cave. Anal sex should have been the ultimate embarrassment for an all-powerful goddess like herself. There was no way she should have been tempted by such a vulgar and lewd experience, but she'd ended up succumbing to the pleasure of her ass, and even now, she couldn't help but be aware of every twitching urge in her rear.

"Why don't you lie down?" Trixie asked, and she patted the bed beside her. "My friends are very eager to get to know you."

"I know them well enough, thank you." Veranda averted her eyes away from the tentacles on the bed.

It felt like the more she looked at them, the more difficult it was to hold back the throbbing in her pussy and ass. Just having them in the same room as her made tingles of anticipation run through her lower half. The thought of them ravaging her body was too much, especially that thick tentacle. If that went into her ass, there'd be no way she could resist.

Veranda snuck a glance back at it before returning her gaze to the wall of her bedroom. Of course, this didn't escape Trixie's attention.

"Oh? So you know what they all do?" She picked up the two starfish-like tentacles and jumped off the bed, approaching Veranda. "And you're sure you want nothing to do with them?"

"Of course. An all-powerful goddess has no need for the pleasures of a mortal body..." Veranda trailed off as Trixie floated up in the air.

Her tiny wings flapped, and she floated up to bring her face up to Veranda's. It was the first time she felt like she was looking at Trixie with equal standing. As she smiled deviously in front of her, it didn't feel like she was just a lesser imp at all. The crafty expression on Trixie's face was ten times more terrifying up close, and it made Veranda's mind go blank. In an instant, she completely forgot she was just a lesser imp.

"What are you... doing?" Veranda swallowed hard and took a step back, but Trixie continued to float closer.

As her devious smile closed in on her, Veranda spotted Trixie's beautiful brown eyes through flashes of her bangs, and it made her heart pound even harder in her chest. Trixie's face was so close to her own, her lips inches away. If she came any closer, it felt like they would kiss, but she kept getting closer and flapping those tiny cute wings of hers.

"I don't believe you," Trixie said, whispering the words into Veranda's ear. "I think you want this, and you want it more than anything in the world."

"I would never--" Veranda began to protest, but Trixie reached behind her and unclipped her bra, interrupting her. As the bra fell away, Veranda's blushing grew even worse, yet she couldn't say a single word of protest. Even as the cold air enveloped her soft, sensitive nipples, it only made her more aroused.

"You can't hide it, goddess. You're a slut. You loved the massage yesterday, and you were so absorbed in masturbating before that you couldn't stop yourself, could you?" Trixie continued to whisper the words in her ear, tickling the back of her neck. "You're exactly the kind of toy my friends and I love to play with. We've never found such a fun playmate. It makes me want to drag you back to our forest and play with you for all eternity, goddess."

"Mnghh..." Veranda squirmed as Trixie whispered into her ear, and it felt like her face would catch fire in embarrassment.

She wanted to correct Trixie that an eternity was far longer than she might think, that they'd get bored eventually, but a doubt crept into Veranda's mind. The thought of returning to the lewd forest sounded fun. The thought of spending an eternity there was enticing in a way even the first feast of gods had failed to measure up to. As her heart pounded in her chest, she nodded back.

"I need it, Trixie... I need those tentacles to play with this slutty body." She whispered the words back into Trixie's ear, and a soft moan escaped her lips. The tingling need vibrated in every fiber of her being, and she couldn't hold back anymore.

"Good answer," Trixie said, and she closed the final distance, pushing the starfish tentacles onto the apex of her large D cups.

The middle of the starfish had small mouths, and they enveloped her nipples. Inside the mouths were tongues, and Veranda's eyes widened as she felt the delicate tongues swirl around her nipples, but that wasn't even the best part.

The arms of the starfish grew in size, and they enveloped her D cups in a claw grip. Even as the mouths suckled on her nipples, the arms of the starfish-like tentacles groped her breasts and squeezed them rhythmically.

Veranda sucked in a breath at the sensation, and her eyes rolled up in her head. The feeling of the suckling and groping at the same time was too much, and her trembling legs gave out. Before she could stop herself, she fell to her knees, panting for breath.

"Wow! I didn't expect you to be this sensitive, goddess." Trixie landed back on the floor in front of her. "How cute."

With her on her knees, Trixie stood a few inches taller. Veranda looked up to meet her gaze, and Trixie cupped her cheek. In the back of her mind, she knew she ought to have been enraged by the position, yet the sight of Trixie looking down on her triggered something in her brain.

"Ahmmngh..." Veranda moaned, and she leaned into Trixie's hand, nuzzling it.

With the starfish groping her breasts, her pussy began drooling uncontrollably. It stained her lace panties, and her eyes fluttered with satisfaction. The tentacles felt so good, and she felt so powerless before the tingles of pleasure they brought to her breasts, yet the powerlessness of the situation only turned her on more. The feeling of Trixie's hand on her cheek and her devious smile only put the nail in the coffin of lewd urges building between her legs.

"Goddess," Trixie said, and she stroked her thumb along the side of Veranda's face. "Go lay down on the bed; that's an order."

"You dare order a goddess--?!" Veranda twisted her lips into an indignant pout, but the commanding tone made her sex clench. The building urges left no room to deny the feelings smoldering in her belly. "Ah... Mnghh... Mnghhhhhhhh!"

Veranda's moans grew louder as the tentacles on her chest squeezed her breasts. Inside them, the mouths pinched her nipples and sent sparks of pleasure dancing through her brain. As she knelt there, the wet stain in her white lace panties only grew deeper by the second, and it felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't find a release.

"Fine..." Veranda said, and she lowered her gaze to the floor.

With her ears burning in shame, she followed Trixie and climbed onto the bed, laying back into the pillows at the head. It was comfortable enough, especially since her bed was created by a master craftsman beyond compare, but Veranda couldn't help fidgeting as she sat back against the pillows.

The rest of the tentacles lay at the foot of the bed, and they made her heart race. Especially the floating swarm of tentacles. If it activated its hypnotizing lights, she didn't know what would happen. As a goddess, she should have been resistant to the mental effects, but the hypnosis status was still present even after turning back time.

[ Veranda (Goddess of Time and Space) ] [ Equipment: Starfish Tentacles ] [ Power Level: Omnipotent ] [ Status Effects: Hypnotized 2, Ditzy 1, Yearning 18, Orgasm Addiction 30, Nipple Sensitivity 4, Erogenous Zone (Breasts) 3, Vaginal Sensitivity 8, Womb Sensitivity 9, Aphrodisiac Permeation 2, Sensitivity 3. ]

"You know, I didn't expect you to give in so easily," Trixie laughed as she crawled up next to Veranda, joining her on the bed. "For a goddess to follow the command of an imp, you must truly be a slut."

She lay next to Veranda and placed a hand on her belly, stroking the spot just above her womb. With a gentle rhythm, she pushed and massaged it, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her lower abdomen. It was a simple massage, yet it made a bonfire spring to life below her navel, tingling with fuzzy, warm anticipation.

"I'm not a slut..." Veranda's eyes clenched shut as the embarrassment coursed through her.

The thought of her, an almighty goddess, following the commands of an imp was utterly shameful--but as Trixie rubbed and massaged her lower abdomen, Veranda couldn't help squirming on the bed and panting for breath. Her touch felt even more intense than the massage from the day before.

"Really?" Trixie asked with a giggle. "But we just *love* sluts, and you'd be a perfect one, your holiness. I've never met someone this fun to tease, and once you accept your urges, we'll be able to have even more fun!"

As she spoke, Veranda spotted flashes of Trixie's brown eyes through her bangs. They were close enough for her to see the faint light reflecting in her eyes, and the sight of them sent Veranda into a downward spiral.

Trixie's smile had reached her eyes. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying teasing her, and despite Veranda's best efforts to the contrary, she was beginning to enjoy it as well. As Trixie leaned against her and hugged her small, lithe body against her, Veranda's breathing grew heavier, and the deep flush in her cheeks spread down to her collarbones.

"Is this good?" Veranda asked, and she raised her arms up, gripping the baseboard behind her.

The position exposed her armpits and left her body completely vulnerable. It was shameful for a goddess to take such an embarrassing position, yet her heart skipped at the feeling of putting herself into it.

Down below, the sight of her breasts getting squeezed by the starfish was even more obvious, and their lewd contractions made her heart race. Her mouth went dry as the tentacles played with her chest, and they gave a fresh pinch at her nipples, as if rewarding her for the shameful display.

"That's perfect..." Trixie traced her fingers up between Veranda's breasts, rubbing the spot between them. "See? Isn't it more fun to indulge in these urges?"

Veranda gave a humiliating moan as Trixie massaged the spot between her breasts. It felt like Trixie was scratching an itch she never knew she had. The spot between her breasts felt so good to rub; she felt like a fool for never realizing it before.

"I can't help getting a little turned on myself, you know?" Trixie had a slight flush to her cheeks, and she rubbed her thick thighs together as she spoke. "I bet the tentacles are losing their mind right now."

Down at the end of the bed, the tentacles seemed just as excited. The thick two-inch one was secreting a pink aphrodisiac in large drops and staining the bed. Number Nine, the blue slime, was fidgeting back and forth, and her translucent shape wobbled in visible waves. Finally, above them all, the swarm of tentacles floated in the air, waving its tentacles up and down.

Veranda glanced between Trixie and her friends at the foot of the bed. The sight made her grip tighten on the headboard above her, and she began to regret putting herself in such a vulnerable position. Especially with the floating mass of tentacles there, it made a shiver run down Veranda's back.

She could still remember the pink lights the floating tentacles formed on their tips. Just the thought of its pulsing pink lights was terrifying. If those soft, glowing tentacles got involved, she didn't know what would happen. However, even as Veranda shuddered at the sight of it, Trixie called the hypnotizing tentacles over.

"Number One Ninety-Two, why don't we get started?" Trixie asked.

The floating mass of tentacles bobbed up and down, nodding, and it approached Veranda. Each of its thin tentacles had a round, marble-like glass focus on their ends, and they began to light up in soft pink colors. However, Veranda shook her head.

"Maybe we can skip that one," she said nervously.

"What's wrong?" Trixie asked, and her fingers traced circles over the valley between her breasts, sending Veranda's heart pounding with each soft stroke.

Veranda glanced at Trixie, and with the starfish tentacles still pinching and licking her nipples, it was difficult to think straight, but she continued to shake her head.

"That monster is going to hypnotize me, right?" She asked, and she gave another nervous swallow.

"As expected of an all-powerful goddess," Trixie said, and she leaned in, breathing the words onto her neck. "Yet, even though you know what it's going to do to you, you're still aroused."

She ran her fingers down and rubbed across the front of Veranda's lace panties. Just like during the massage, her touch was dangerously dexterous, and she quickly found the spot over her clit, rubbing the sensitive button through her underwear.

"Wait..." Veranda let out a breathy moan, back arching against the pillows. Tingles of pleasure ran through her sex, and she twitched uncontrollably at the intense waves of pleasure. The damp lace against her mons felt better than she could have ever imagined, and Trixie's fingers were far better than her own masturbation had ever felt.

"What's wrong?" Trixie asked. "If you enjoy this, you'll enjoy getting hypnotized. Trust me."

Veranda glanced at her, shuddering. There was no way she could trust a demon, even if she was so small and cute like Trixie. Even if her devilish smile made Veranda's heart skip, and the stroke of her fingers against her pussy made her mind spin, she couldn't give in!

"I can't let myself get hypnotized," she said between moans. "There'll be no going back. I can't..."

She couldn't undo the hypnosis. Her powers over the mind were limited. If it hypnotized her, she'd be utterly defenseless. She'd be at the mercy of these tentacles and Trixie's dangerously dexterous touch. The thought alone made her heart pound in her ears.

"Hm?" Trixie raised an eyebrow. "No, there will be a way back. Once we've had our fun, we'll release the hypnosis. That way, we'll be able to hypnotize you again. Over and over, we'll make you ditzy and horny until you're giggling even before the lights turn on."

"Ahghmm!?" The news that they could undo the hypnosis made Veranda's eyes widen with surprise, but the thought of them rehypnotizing her made her cheeks burn hot with arousal. As Trixie continued to rub her pussy, Veranda's breaths came in heavy pants, and she shuddered.

"I can tell, oh holy goddess." Trixie ground her index finger down into her slick slit, and she slid it up to her clit in one long stroke. "You're bursting at the seams. You want it so bad, don't you?"

"No..." Veranda shook her head, eyes fluttering as her finger reached her clit once more. "There's no way I'd want something so vulgar... so lewd... so..."

"Delicious." Trixie said, and she pushed her finger back down, sliding up and down over her slit and rubbing the lace panties between her labia. "You know it feels good, and hypnosis is the easiest temptation to give in to. All you have to do is look into the lights."

As she spoke, the floating tentacles came even closer, and the countless appendages glowed a light pink. Just like in the cave, the marble foci came together to swirl in a familiar circle, like a galaxy of pink stars in front of her.

"I..." Veranda stared at it for a few seconds before shutting her eyes. "I can't look!"

However, Trixie continued to rub against the front of her panties, and the tentacle starfish continued to grope and suck on her breasts. The intense pleasure swelling through her body made it impossible to contain her urges. The throbbing arousal between her legs grew more intense with each passing second.

"Did you know, goddess? Hypnosis can only affect you if you want it to." Trixie whispered the words into Veranda's ear, and she gave a soft giggle as she spoke. "There's nothing to worry about. If you don't want it, it won't have any effect on you."

"That's a lie..." Veranda shook her head, but the feeling of Trixie's lips against her ear made a shiver run down her back.

"Oh, I see..." Trixie said, and her lips brushed against the outer contour of Veranda's ear. "You find hypnosis irresistible. You want it so bad, you can't help but give in..."

"I don't..." Veranda shook her head. "I shouldn't..."

She shouldn't want to give in. She was an all-powerful goddess. Allowing magic lights to affect one's mind was something mortals did. Just like Trixie said, she shouldn't even be affected by them. However, she knew deep down that those pink lights would be irresistible.

If she opened her eyes now, there'd be no way she'd be able to resist. Even just imagining the pink swirling galaxy made her sex clench and ass tighten. Despite her best efforts to not think about it, the memories of the cave flashed through her mind, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Just think about how good it will feel, goddess. Once you open your eyes, you'll be able to fall into that soft pink light, and all your worries will disappear." Trixie gave a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. "Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Mngnnn..." It did sound nice, but there was no way she could give up like that. She had her pride as a goddess to protect.

"Then, as your mind is melting into those spirals, my other friends will join in." Trixie planted another kiss on the other side of Veranda's neck, layering her with the soft embrace of her lips. "They'll ravage your perfect body with pleasure, and the pink spirals will get even more effective. There'll be no way for you to resist ever again. All this hesitation will be drowned out in bliss. Just the memory of the hypnosis will make your mind more pliable, and you'll give in easier. The next time we come, and the time after that, you'll only get more willing to explore the pleasures of your mind and body."

Veranda had already experienced the hypnosis, which is why she knew Trixie's words to be true. If she gave in here, she'd never be able to resist the effects again. Already, the memories of her first time in the cave had engraved the pleasure into the depths of her psyche.

"Completely helpless..." Trixie whispered, and her hand slipped down to Veranda's thigh, rubbing at the top of her thigh-highs. "Deep down, you want to give in. You want to open your eyes, don't you?"

"Yes..." Veranda breathed the words.

Trixie was just massaging her inner thigh, yet it felt even better than her clit. Her words of temptation rang out through Veranda's mind, and her dexterous fingers made the throbbing, pulsing desires in her cunt grow even worse. From the very beginning, it felt like she was dancing in the lesser imp's palm, yet the thought only excited her even more.

So what if she spent a few millennia as a toy for this lesser imp? So what if she gave in to the urges of her mortal body and let Trixie's friends ravage her body? Even an eternity of such pleasure sounded too short. The pleasure and anticipation tingling through her body felt... delicious.

"Yes." Veranda said again, with more conviction this time. "I want it."

She opened her eyes, and the soft pink lights enveloped her field of view. They made her sex clench, back arch, and nipples stiffen inside the starfish tentacles. All the pleasure and anticipation in her body doubled as the pink galaxy filled her eyes, and even then, it continued to rise. Just looking into the soft embrace of the swirling pink stars filled her with need.

[ Hypnotized reached level 3. ]

[ Status: Libido Boost. The target's sexual drive sharply rises and increases the base level of arousal. ]

"That's it," Trixie said with a giggle. "Just... like... that."

Trixie tightened her grip on her thigh, digging her fingers in, and Veranda moaned once more. The feeling of the soft pink lights filling her eyes made a smile rise to her lips, and her already dripping pussy grew unbearably hot.

As Trixie rubbed her inner thigh, Veranda tilted her hips up, and the tingle of anticipation grew even more intense between her legs. The already smoldering arousal in her belly grew more intense with each passing second. She felt like she would go crazy as she stared into the spinning lights, yet the feeling of bliss they brought surpassed even her time in the cave.

Unlike her first time, she wasn't fighting it. There was no need to. She wanted those pink lights to fill her mind. Just like Trixie promised, it felt so much better to accept the pink, pulsing lights into her brain. Every slow beat of her heart made them pulse brighter, and the feeling of the soft rhythmic cycle made a giggle escape her lips.

[ Hypnotized reached level 4. ]

[ Libido Boost reached level 2. ]

[ Ditzy reached level 2. ]

"Now, I'll be taking these..." Trixie hooked her thumbs into either side of Veranda's waistband, and she pulled down her lace panties, revealing her drooling sex underneath. "I hope you don't mind me taking a trophy."

"Ah..." Veranda let out a sigh of relief as she felt the fresh air waft over her mons. She let out a giggle as Trixie spoke, and she nodded, but she had little idea of what she was agreeing to. "Feels good... It feels so good to stare into the lights."

She snuck one hand down between her legs, unable to control herself any longer. Without thinking, she dipped two fingers inside herself, and she pumped them in and out, sending soft tingles of satisfaction through her hips. Her hands weren't as skilled as Trixie's, and her fingers weren't as nice as the blue slime, but they were more than enough.

"Good... I feel so good!" Veranda's back arched, and her eyes fluttered in bliss. She began timing her strokes with the groping squeezes of the starfish tentacles, and they sent crackles of pleasure racing through her brain. Before she knew it, she was toppling into orgasm.

[ Orgasm Addiction reached level 31. ]

[ Hypnotized reached level 5. ]

[ Libido Boost reached level 3. ]

She pumped her fingers as fast as she could, and the world around her seemed to disappear. One orgasm after another, she clenched her sex and felt the spikes of ecstasy crash through her. Time passed by in a blur as she masturbated, and she could barely even recognize Trixie's body leaning against hers.

"It looks like you're enjoying yourself, but the others also want a chance to play," Trixie said. "I hope you don't mind them all going at once."

The thick two-inch diameter tentacle crawled across the bed, and it prodded at her ass. While Veranda fingered herself and the starfish tentacles played with her breasts, it teased against her anal opening, and she had never felt a more pleasant surprise.

"Yes..." Veranda nodded and gave another giggle. "It's been so long since you used my ass. It's been getting lonely!"

Even in her state of hypnotized delirium, Veranda's cheeks pinked as she invited the tentacle into her butt. That was the last place a monster should have been touching her, but what little pride she had left after the previous two days had long since crumbled away.

The satisfaction she felt from her butt had been carved into the furthest recesses of her subconscious. The memories of her time in the cave told her exactly how good it would feel to have the thick, bumpy tentacle thrust inside her rear opening, and she tilted her hips up to give it better access.

"What a lewd goddess you've become..." Trixie whispered the words into her ear. As the tentacle pushed inside her and plunged inside Veranda's ass, she began teasing her with hushed whispers into her ears. "You're a perfect match for these tentacles, your holiness, and they've been so excited to play with you."

"Ahh..." Veranda's cheeks burned with shame, yet she couldn't look away from the spinning pink lights. As the tentacle thrust in and out of her ass, it felt as if her mind were melting in the waves of pleasure, and she clenched down around it, moaning.

[ Orgasm Addiction reached level 32. ]

[ Hypnotized reached level 6. ]

[ Libido Boost reached level 4. ]

[ Ditzy reached level 3. ]

The tentacle in her ass and the starfish formed a rhythm, and they worked in tandem to thrust and grope together. Each synchronized stroke and grope of her chest made Veranda's moans louder, and she leaned back into the pillows, shuddering.

The more she stared into the pink lights, the more relaxed she became. Her expression loosened, and her shoulders slumped back. The softness of the pillows felt just as soft as her mind, and it felt like her entire being was melting into the bed beneath her.

Every squelching stroke of the tentacle in her ass and grope of her chest made her mind soften a little more. Especially the tongues inside the starfish. They licked circles around her nipples in the same dizzying spirals as the pink galaxy of lights in front of her.

[ Orgasm Addiction reached level 35. ]

[ Hypnotized reached level 9. ]

[ Libido Boost reached level 7. ]

[ Ditzy reached level 5. ]

Eventually, the last of the entourage wiggled up to Veranda. As she stared absentmindedly into the pink lights, the blue slime crawled up between her legs.

It came to a stop in the valley between her thighs, staring up at her timidly. Every few seconds, a shudder ran through its form, and it wiggled from side to side in anticipation. However, Veranda didn't even notice its arrival.

She continued to stare into the pink galaxy while stroking her fingers in and out of her pussy. A thin line of drool ran from the corner of her lip, spilling down onto her breasts, and her mind melted into waves of ecstasy washing through her body.

Number nine wiggled from side to side, trembling as she stared up at her. With Veranda's fingers in her pussy, the tentacle in her ass, and the starfish on her nipples, there was no place for her to get in on the action, but just when it seemed all hope would be lost, Trixie noticed the small slime's predicament.

"Oh, your holiness!" She grabbed Veranda's hands, pulling them away from her crotch. "You shouldn't be so selfish, you know?"

"You dare grab a goddess like that?" Veranda raised an indignant eyebrow, and she looked away from the pink glowing spirals. However, when she spotted the blue slime between her thighs, her expression softened. "Oh, it's you..."

Veranda leaned back into the pillows and spread her thighs even wider, smiling down at the small blue slime.

"Go ahead..." She bared her dripping pussy to the slime, and it transformed into the familiar shape of the blue dildo. "Ahhh..."

Veranda's back arched as the slime dildo thrust inside her. She instantly toppled into orgasm as it hilted, and the familiar kiss of the soft tip hit her inner entrance. Just like the day before and her time in the cave, small bumps and ridges shifted along the slime's surface to target her weak spots, and just the thick presence of the blue slime dildo inside her sent Veranda toppling into a quick double climax.

[ Orgasm Addiction reached level 37. ]

[ Aphrodisiac Permeation reached level 3. ]

Veranda grabbed the headboard behind her, and her knuckles went white as the waves of ecstasy twitched through her pussy and ass. Every muscle in her body tingled with pleasure as the tentacles and slime teased her, and time slipped by in a blur.

Over and over, she squirmed as they relentlessly thrust in and out of her. Moans of ecstasy escaped her lips, and humiliating squirts shot from her sex, but every additional climax felt better than her last. It felt as if her consciousness were dissolving in the rising tide of bliss.

[ Orgasm Addiction reached level 41. ]

[ Aphrodisiac Permeation reached level 7. ]

"Almost there..." Trixie whispered into her ear. "But you still haven't tasted the furthest heights yet, your holiness."

Trixie placed one hand under her chin, tilting Veranda's face up, and she understood instantly. The pink floating galaxy of lights was still in front of her. If she stared into them while the slime and tentacle thrust into her--while the starfish played with her breasts--it would surpass even the five minutes of heaven in the cave.

"Yes..." Veranda whispered the word under her breath, and she opened her eyes, focusing on the soft, inviting warmth of the pulsing lights. "Yes! Yes...!"

Her back arched for one last time, and she toppled into her highest orgasm yet. As the pulsing lights filled her brain, she felt the slime and tentacle thrust into her at the same time, and the starfish pinched her nipples, heightening the intense orgasm even further.

"Mgnhghghghhhh..." A breathy moan escaped her lips, and then she felt herself topple into another mind-melting orgasm.

Every climax felt more intense than the last, and she got lost in the bliss. Every inhibition in her psyche was blasted away as the intense, hypnotizing pleasure coursed through her veins. A tunnel formed around the corners of her vision, yet her hunger for more only intensified with the waves of pleasure.

"Yes..." Veranda said one final time before she blacked out. Even in her divine form, the heights of pleasure the tentacles brought far surpassed anything she could withstand.

--

"Wakey, wakey..." Trixie waved her hand in front of Veranda's face, staring down at her. "Did you have some pleasant dreams, your holiness?"

"Mnghh..." Veranda rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around. "What happened to the tentacles?"

The starfish and the thick one were nowhere to be seen. The slime was perched on Trixie's shoulder, but that was it. The rest of the monsters, including the hypnotizing tentacles, had disappeared.

"Ah, I sent them back since you passed out," Trixie said. "They wouldn't be interested in magic lessons, anyway."

"Magic lessons?" Veranda asked, and she sat up in bed, staring at Trixie with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"If we can entertain you, you'll teach me space-time magic, right?" Trixie flashed her a smile. "That was our deal from yesterday, after all."

With her long bangs, the smile looked sinister. However, Veranda knew what those cute brown eyes of hers really looked like. They were probably sparkling with excitement.

"Hmph," Veranda shook her head, and she crossed her arms in front of her. "I don't believe I ever made such a promise. Besides, I have more important things to worry about!"

With the hypnotic effects from the pink spiral galaxy filling her memories, even more of those nasty status effects had built up. Despite being in a divine form and theoretically immune to them, the ones stemming from her mind weren't so easy to remove, even for her. Once they got in, she had no way of getting them out.

"Analyze." Veranda said, and she brought up her status window. However, what lay on it defied all expectations.

[ Veranda (Goddess of Time and Space) ] [ Equipment: None ] [ Power Level: Omnipotent ] [ Status Effects: Orgasm Addiction 71. ]

"What the heck?! They're gone!?" She shook her head in bewilderment. All the status effects that had been building up had disappeared. Even the remnants of her time in the cave were nowhere to be found.

She still had Orgasm Addiction, but that was nothing to worry about. Compared to Yearning, Ditzy, Hypnotized, or any of the others that actively obstructed her thoughts, that seemed like nothing.

"Why aren't I hypnotized anymore?" Veranda asked, turning back to Trixie.

"Well, you could hardly teach me magic while distracted, could you?" Trixie tilted her head back at Veranda. "So I had Number Nine clear your effects. She's pretty good at that kind of magic, after all."

A blue magic circle floated in front of the slime, and Number Nine waved it around before retracting the spell back inside herself. Despite being so small and looking like a small breeze could knock her out, the slime surpassed Veranda's expectations.

"Well... if those status effects are gone, then..." Veranda bit her lip, mulling over the sudden turn of events. "Very well! I'll teach you magic."

She jumped to her feet and strode from side to side through the room. Strutting back and forth in front of Trixie.

"You should be grateful I'm in such a good mood. You'll be receiving advice from an expert in spatial manipulation. There's no one throughout the multiverse better at it than me, so listen closely..."

And so, she spent the rest of the day tutoring Trixie on how to use her teleportation magic with more finesse.

|| -- Chapter 12 -- ||

Trixie awoke to the wind softly rustling the canopy of the forest. A thin ray of blue light cut in from the sky, and it diffused through the cave in which she slept. The sight of the pale light made Trixie sit up, and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Morning already...?" she asked, and a yawn escaped her.

Beside her lay a pair of white lace panties. As her brain kicked to life, she took in her surroundings and noticed the underwear beside her. The sight of them made a blush pinken her cheeks, and Trixie snatched them off the ground.

"I'd better find a safer place for these." Trixie took the underwear over to a small shelf cut out of the wall.

In it lay a few of her other trophies. She had a white sock, a sheer black thigh-high, an earring, and a wooden spoon. She laid the white lace panties beside them and nodded to herself.

If anything deserved to get added to her collection, it was the panties. Just thinking about how she had taken them off the goddess made a tingle of excitement run through her belly. The thought of teasing such a powerful being was terrifying and yet horribly enticing. The cute reactions from that goddess made every new limit-pushing encounter more exciting than the last.

"I wonder what we'll get up to today..." Trixie hummed to herself, and she turned around, heading out of her cave.

--

In a small forest clearing, Trixie closed her eyes, and she focused on the energies of the world.

The goddess she met had a massive presence. It could be felt across the multiverse, and after she had taught it to her on the first day, Trixie made sure not to forget it. Using the lessons that the goddess had given her, she began to form her magic. However, it still wasn't a simple process.

The swell of mana in the air moved sluggishly, and her control over the magic wavered every few seconds, forcing her to go back and rework parts of the spell. Honing in on a 'presence' was hard enough, but after the previous day's lesson, it was getting even harder.

The goddess had instructed her to not just carve a rift through space but to twist and warp it. The portals created through manipulation of space, rather than destruction, were much more efficient. However, even if it didn't require as much of her mana to use, the new type of portal was much more difficult to perform.

A bead of sweat formed on Trixie's brow, and she clenched her eyes shut, focusing on the faint feeling of space and honing in on the goddess's enormous presence. It felt like she would accidentally destroy the delicate spell with the slightest error, but this wasn't the first time she was performing it.

In her previous lesson, the goddess had watched over her progress and stood behind her as she practiced the spatial manipulation. She could still feel the goddess's steady hands on her own, guiding her along the correct paths and finely manipulating the mana to show her how it was done.

"Spatial Manipulation magic: Extradimensional... Portal!"

She called out the name of the spell, and the mana solidified in front of her. In an instant, the curved space parted, and a window appeared into a dark void. This wasn't the normal rift in space she usually created; it was a genuine portal she could step through.

"I did it!" Trixie said and turned around.

Behind herself, Number Nine wiggled excitedly, and she extended two slime tentacles into the air, wiggling them like the other tentacle monsters did when they were excited. The sight made Trixie smile, but no sooner had she finished the portal than a graceful hand emerged from it.

With her back turned towards the window in space, she was completely unaware as the arm reached out towards her. Those delicate fingers--as if sculpted from stone by a master craftsman--hooked around Trixie's wrist. Before she could even think to resist, they yanked her through the portal she had created.

"Ahhhh!" Trixie let out a scream of surprise, and she passed through the spatial window and into the dark void on the other side. "What's going on?!"

"I've been waiting for you, Trixie." The goddess stood in front of her, smiling down with a sinister grin. "You don't know how long I've been waiting."

"Uhm..." Trixie pulled back her wrist, and she glanced behind herself, but the portal was already gone. "Your holiness is much more enthusiastic today, isn't she?"

The dark void around them was unlike anything Trixie had ever seen. When she created the portal, she assumed that the part of her spell that showed what was on the other side had failed, but she really stood in a starless void. The only things in it were herself and the goddess.

"Enthusiastic? Yes, I am..." The goddess let out a laugh, and she stepped closer, forcing Trixie to take a nervous step back.

"I see... Well, if you'll allow me to go get Number Nine, I was thinking today we could--" Trixie formed the inklings of another space-time portal on her fingertips. This time, she optimized for speed rather than efficiency, but even before she could open a portal to escape, the goddess shook her head.

"I don't think so. Today, it will be just you and me..." She snapped, and the spell dissipated on Trixie's fingers, fizzling out.

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to entertain you all on my own," Trixie said with a swallow, and she continued taking steps backwards, but there was nowhere to run to. The void was infinite, and only she and the goddess stood inside it.

"No, I think you'll be able to entertain me plenty." The goddess continued stepping forward, taking a leisurely pace.

For every four steps Trixie took, it seemed like she took only a single one forward, but she still kept pace. The physics of it should have been impossible, even for the goddess's graceful, long legs, but space seemed to warp around them and ensured Trixie couldn't escape.

"Uhm..." Trixie gave another nervous swallow, and she looked the goddess up and down.

Just like the first time they met, she was completely naked. Not a scrap of cloth covered her body. However, unlike all their sessions before, the goddess had an ethereal confidence to her. Not a hint of hesitation showed in her eyes. She had the look of a panther before a small bunny.

"You see," the goddess said with a smirk. "Now that the hypnosis is finally gone, I can think clearly. For days, I've been struggling to think with a constant fog over my mind, but now that's all gone. There's no longer any need for me to dance in the palm of your hand, Trixie."

"I'm not sure if I would call it that..." Trixie said nervously. The goddess looked just as dangerous as their first encounter, like when she threatened to turn her back into a pile of primordial goo. "We were just having fun, right?"

"Oh, is that what you call it?" The goddess asked, and she raised an eyebrow. "However, I think one of us wasn't having as much fun as the other. You teased and humiliated me for hours, if not days. Did you have fun seeing me twist and squirm beneath those tentacles?"

"Uhm... yes?" Trixie took yet another nervous step back, but she hit something this time. Something large and soft was behind her, and she bumped right into it. "Eep!"

She spun around, but what she found defied all sense of reason. Another copy of the goddess stood behind her. Just as tall, blonde, and beautiful as the one that had been stalking her, the copy stared down at her with a smug smile.

"Where do you think you're going, Trixie?" She asked, and the words sent a shiver down her back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to humiliate you." Trixie swallowed nervously, and she glanced back at the original goddess. "We were having fun, right?"

"Fun?" The goddess stepped up onto the other side of her, and the two tall, perfectly sculpted bodies squished against her from either side. "One of us wasn't having as much fun as the other, though. Isn't that right?"

Trixie blushed as the two Amazonian bodies crushed against her from either side. Their large breasts were massive, and they hung over her, squishing against the top of her head. Despite how threatening the goddess's tone was, the position made her heart race. The goddess was still naked, after all. As both of their nude bodies pushed against her from either side, it made a strange flutter run through her belly.

"I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy our time together..." Trixie said, and she stared at the ground, ears burning. Despite her impending doom, she couldn't help blushing with embarrassment as the sculpted abs of the goddess rubbed against her face. "I was just trying to have some fun with you."

"What are you talking about, Trixie?" The goddess's voice came down softly, yet it made Trixie's heart pound in her chest. "I had plenty of fun. You were the one missing out, weren't you? While I was enjoying myself, you only got to watch."

"Huh...?" Trixie blinked in surprise, and she shook her head. "What are you saying!?"

She looked up, staring through the twin valley of the two pairs of massive breasts. However, she couldn't comprehend their words. Wasn't the goddess angry with her teasing? She had said she was humiliated and embarrassed, so why...

"I'm saying it's your turn, Trixie." The two goddesses swept her off her feet, and they laid her down on the floor of the dark void, which was surprisingly soft--just as comfortable as a luxurious bed. "All this time, you've gotten to watch, but you haven't even come once."

The two tall, soft bodies of the goddesses lay next to her, and Trixie found herself suddenly trapped in their embrace. They each took her hand and pinned it above her head while their knees pushed between her legs and spread her thighs.

"Your Holiness, I..." Trixie blushed at the sudden attention, and with the possibly lethal threats now out of the picture, she was flattered, but she had to shake her head. "I'm not the type to enjoy that stuff. I just like watching."

"Nonsense..." said the one to her right. "I know that's a lie."

"Why don't you call me by name?" The one on the left asked. "You can call me Veranda."

Trixie's heart pounded in her chest, and she glanced between the two of them nervously. The way they looked at her and the utterly helpless state she was in made her pulse quicken, but she couldn't help but blush at the situation. Their larger, soft bodies pressed against her from either side, and it was true. What she had said was a lie.

"Veranda," Trixie said, blushing. "Uhm..."

It felt wrong to call an all-powerful goddess by name, but it felt even more wrong to be cuddled on either side by her. As an imp, she found joy in mischief. It was through watching the tentacles tease other people that she found the most satisfaction. To suddenly find herself the focus of the attention made her squirm and glance between the two clones nervously.

"That's it..." the one on her left said with a smile. She placed one hand on her chest, rubbing between her tiny B cups. Gently, she hooked one finger inside the sash around her breasts, and she pulled it up before letting it snap back into place. "I like when you use my name, Trixie."

"And I like when you use my name, but I'm not sure if this is appropriate..." Trixie glanced down in time to see her tiny nipples exposed, then the sash snapped back in place, and she jumped at the sensation. "Since when were you this forward?"

During her previous visit, Veranda had been blushing and bashful. She'd been like putty in Trixie's hands. However, the hunger and intensity in her gaze were unlike anything Trixie had felt before. It was the first time she'd been put into the center of attention, and it made nervous butterflies run through her tummy.

"You should know the answer to that," the one on the right said. "I'm a goddess of time. I have all the time in the universe to compose myself and plan out exactly how I'm going to punish you."

Trixie gave a nervous laugh, glancing towards the Veranda on her right. It sounded like a joke. Wasn't she going to turn her into goo for being so forward during their previous session? However, as the teasing gaze of the tall goddess stared into her eyes, Trixie had a feeling there was something else she had in store for her.

The goddess reached down, and she traced her fingers down to the edges of her thong, playing with the front of it. As she stared into Trixie's eyes, still smiling sinisterly, she pulled up the thong and caused it to dig in between her labia.

"Uhm...!" Trixie's blush grew even more intense, and her hips bucked on reflex. "You can't be serious, right? I just like to watch. I'm not the type to... Uhm..."

She trailed off as the one on her left reached over. The other Veranda gave a soft touch on her shoulder, then she slid her hand down and enveloped her tiny breast with her palm. As she stared deeply into her eyes, she gave a gentle grope, and Trixie shivered. The fingers of the goddess were unexpectedly dexterous, and there was no hesitation as she teased and played with the breast.

"All you need to do is lie there and relax," the one on her left said. "We're going to play with you, just like you played with us."

Trixie felt trapped beneath the intense gazes of the two goddesses. Both of them stared at her so seductively. Even a brief glance at them made her thoughts lock up, and like a bunny before a snake, she couldn't bring herself to look away. She stared back at Veranda with wide eyes, panting for breath.

"You've been lying to me, Trixie, and that's no good." The one on her right gave another tug on her thong, and she slid one finger down to grind it between her labia even more. Up and down, she stroked her slit from outside the dark fabric, smiling at her. "You shouldn't lie to me, you know?"

"Veranda..." Trixie blushed as she said the name, and the surprisingly dexterous fingers of the goddess made tingles of pleasure ripple through her pussy. "I didn't lie. I promise..."

"Is that so?" The one on her right leaned in, breathing the words inches from Trixie's face. "Then what happened to my underwear? Is there a reason my new panties went missing after our time together yesterday?"

"Oh?" The one on her left raised an eyebrow. "This is news to me. So you stole my underwear, did you?"

"No. I mean, yes." Trixie shook her head. "I took it, but if you want it back..."

"That's not what's at issue here," the one on her right said, and she pushed her finger up to Trixie's sweet spot, pressing against her clit. "You said you just like to watch, but that's a lie, isn't it? What did you do with my underwear after returning to the forest?"

"Mnghh..." Trixie moaned, eyes fluttering with satisfaction. "I masturbated with them."

Her ears burned with embarrassment, but it was true. Whenever she watched her friends tease someone, she always masturbated afterwards. That night, she had taken Veranda's panties and sniffed them while rubbing herself silly.

"I see..." the one on the left said. "So there are things you enjoy other than just watching, Trixie?"

She gave a pinch on her nipple, and the two touches of the clones rubbed her in synchronous motions. While the one on her right teased circles into her clit, the one on her left performed the same motions on her right nipple, and their combined touches made Trixie's head spin.

"Yes," she said in a breathy moan. "But I'm not suited for this. All I want to do is masturbate; that's it."

"And why's that?" The one on her right asked. She pulled away her thong to reveal a string of arousal stretching between her pussy and the dark fabric. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"If you want us to stop, you can just say no," the one on her left breathed into her ear, and she squeezed her soft, voluptuous body tighter against her side. "But I don't think that's going to happen, is it? Trixie?"

"Ah..." Trixie let out a heavy breath, her chest rising and falling in uneven pants. The embarrassment running through her felt like too much to handle, but Veranda was right. There was no way she could ask them to stop. Not when it felt so good to be squeezed between their bodies like this.

"Here... Why don't you get a bit more comfortable?" The one on her right asked. She pulled Trixie over and laid her head between her breasts and embraced her from behind. "Isn't this better?"

"Yes..." Trixie let out the word in a mewl, eyes fluttering as she relaxed into the soft arms of the goddess, but she shook her head. "I just... I don't enjoy being the center of attention."

Even as good as it felt to have the tall Amazonian body of the goddess embrace her from behind, Trixie's ears burned with embarrassment. She should have been the one teasing, not the one getting teased. The feeling of the goddess's arms around her made her heart race. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been hugged, let alone been in such a sensual situation.

"You say you don't like it, but you haven't asked us to stop..." The one that had been on her left circled around, and she knelt in front of Trixie. "Just say the word, Trixie."

Veranda spoke with a knowing smile, staring up at her with a smug grin. It was a sinister smile that Trixie usually would have preferred to wear herself. However, even as Veranda asked her if she truly wanted it to stop, she stroked two fingers down the valley between her legs, and she rubbed on either side of her mons, teasing around her slit.

The goddess's fingers were far too dexterous to be ignored, and a moan escaped Trixie's lips. Even without being directly touched, her pussy twitched, and ripples of pleasure raced through her sex. Veranda's touch was completely unlike the day before.

Trixie had seen Veranda masturbate. The goddess was a clutz at best. There was no way her fingers should have felt this good. There was no way she'd gotten this good in the few hours they'd been apart, yet the reality of the situation was undeniable.

"Don't stop..." Trixie let out a moaning sigh, eyes fluttering in satisfaction.

"Why don't you elaborate more on what happened last night?" the one behind Trixie asked. "How many times did you masturbate with my panties, Trixie?"

"Three times," she said breathlessly. The teasing touch on either side of her slit made it impossible to lie. "I couldn't stop sniffing them. Just remembering how they looked on you turned me on! I came three times before passing out last night..."

"Good girl..." The Veranda in front of her smiled, and she slipped two fingers inside her, stroking up against her G-spot. With her other hand, she rubbed circles into her clit and made Trixie's back arch.

"Ahh...!" A moan escaped her lips, and she clenched down around Veranda's fingers, but the intense waves of pleasure continued to get stronger. Every stroke against her G-spot and circle of her clit made another breathless cry escape her lips. "Mnghhh..."

"Here, let's get those legs up, sweetie." The Veranda behind her grabbed her legs, and she pulled them back until Trixie's ankles were up in the sky. The position left her completely defenseless, and her ears burned with embarrassment.

"Please," Trixie said breathlessly. "I don't think my heart can take this. I just like to tease and watch... I shouldn't be the one to... Mnghhh."

Her eyes rolled up in her head as the Veranda in front of her stroked up against her G-spot. Her insistent touch made protest impossible, and Trixie's moans grew louder with each circle of her clit. It felt like Veranda's fingers knew exactly where all her weak points were, and they expertly guided her closer and closer to orgasm.

"After all the times you teased and humiliated me, now you're getting cold feet?" The one behind her gave a sultry laugh into Trixie's ear. "Let us pamper you, Trixie. It's the least we can do for all the pleasure you've given us."

The words sent a shiver down her back, and the soft whisper in her ear sent Trixie's mind spinning. Just the hot breath of the goddess against the back of her neck made tingles of satisfaction race down her spine, but she shook her head.

"I'm just a lesser imp, and you're a goddess. You really shouldn't go out of your way... Mngh." Trixie gave another moan, her eyes rolling up in her head. Veranda's touch only ground harder against her clit, rubbing it in tight circles and sending irresistible waves of ecstasy twitching through her sex.

"Perhaps you should have thought about the differences in our position before teasing me, Trixie." The smile of the Veranda in front of her widened as Trixie moaned, and she gave a satisfied sigh. "There's no going back, Trixie. I'm going to reward you for an eternity for showing me the pleasures of my body... It's the least I can do for solving my boredom!"

She began pistoning her fingers in and out even faster, and the one behind Trixie pinched her nipples at the same time. The waves of pleasure spiked from the sudden intensity, and it was too much. Trixie toppled over the edge, and she let out a long, humiliating moan.

"Ahhhhhmph..." She twisted and writhed as the waves of pleasure crashed through her lower half. However, with the goddess behind her holding up her ankles in the air, she could do little more than squirm as the orgasm wracked her body. Before she could stop herself, a humiliating squirt escaped her pussy, just like the ones she'd teased out from Veranda.

"How cute..." The goddess pulled out her fingers from her twitching pussy, and she stared down at the wetness covering her hands with a smile. "I've been waiting for this moment."

She gave a lick on her finger, and the sight sent a shiver down Trixie's back. Even as she stared back at the goddess with half-lidded eyes, she shook her head desperately.

"I'm not... You shouldn't..." She blushed, panting for breath. "I'm just a lesser imp."

"What are you talking about, Trixie?" The goddess behind her squeezed her tighter, pulling her deeper into the embrace and forcing her head back against the softness of her chest. "Even if you are just a demon, I've decided to show you the same pleasure that you showed me. Consider this my gratitude and relax."

"That's right. You can just lay back and relax, Trixie." The goddess in front of her took hold of her legs and pushed them even further back, bringing her knees up to her chest. "This is your reward for enlightening me on the pleasures of a mortal body."

The words sent a shudder through her. In the back of her mind, she wondered if it was really the best idea to have teased a goddess. However, such regrets were far too late. The enticing smile on Veranda's lips lit a fire in Trixie's belly, and despite just coming, she felt herself growing more aroused at the position.

"I'm just supposed to watch..." she said under her breath, but it was the last protest she could get out.

Unable to resist the softness of the goddess behind her, Trixie relaxed into the embrace. She took her legs, hugging them to her chest, and Veranda smiled down at her. As Trixie stared up at her with wide eyes, she leaned down and brought her lips to the glistening slit between her legs.

"Even if you just like to watch, you have urges of your own, Trixie." The goddess behind her whispered the words into her ear, and Trixie's eyes fluttered.

The tongue of the one in front dipped between her labia, sending waves of satisfaction crashing through her hips, and the one behind her embraced her tightly, ensuring she couldn't escape the pleasure. It felt so wrong, especially for a little imp like herself, yet she couldn't help but moan from the feeling.

The soft warmth of the arms around her and the dexterous tongue of the goddess between her legs made her eyes roll up in her head. She couldn't bring herself to ask Veranda to stop, not when it felt so good, not when she wanted to continue for all eternity.

The goddess buried her face into her crotch, and she slurped and licked with an intensity that made Trixie's heart skip. The embarrassment flushing her cheeks grew worse at the vulgar noises, but the pleasure rose even faster.

Despite the sloppy noises coming from the goddess's mouth, her dexterous tongue made Trixie's eyes flutter, and her nose ground against her clit, causing the waves of pleasure to spike even higher. Despite being a lesser imp and completely undeserving of such attention, Trixie couldn't help but melt into the waves of bliss.

She grabbed the back of Veranda's head, pulling her deeper into her pussy, and her back arched. Wave after wave of a second orgasm crashed through her, and her eyes rolled up in her head. The dark void whited out as she lost sense of her surroundings, and the tingles of pleasure twitched through her pussy.

She lost track of time after that. The two copies of the goddess switched places, and they took turns ravaging her. However, with each additional orgasm, Trixie found her initial resistance melting away. By the end of the day, she was left panting for breath, and her lower half felt weaker than jelly.

"Ah... Mnh..." Trixie let out a panting breath as the last orgasm washed through her. "Is it over...?"

"Yes, but also no..." The copy of Veranda beneath her tightened her arms around Trixie, smiling.

"I still have much more fun to get up to." The other copy of the goddess stood, and she walked into a glowing portal--disappearing from sight.

Trixie blinked, watching her go, and she tilted her head. "Where is she going?"

"She's going to take my place," the one behind her said. "She's going to get to tease you all over again, and then she'll become me."

The foggy afterglow made it impossible to parse the goddess's words, but Trixie assumed it must have been some kind of code. The machinations of a goddess were not for her to know, after all.

"However, now that I have you by myself, I think it's time for the aftershow..." The goddess twisted around, and she looked down at Trixie, smiling. "Now that we're alone, it's just you and me."

"What are you..." Trixie blushed, staring up at her in a daze. After all the previous orgasms, she could hardly move. "Ah- Veranda..."

Veranda leaned down and kissed her. As their lips met, Trixie gave one last sigh, and she relaxed into the soft void beneath her. The feeling of Veranda's lips against hers made a strange feeling ripple through her brain.

Like the last straw snapping, she felt herself get lost in the kiss, and she returned it just as fiercely. She kissed Veranda back and leaned against her. The sound of smacking lips filled the air, and Trixie's ears burned from the kiss, but it felt good. Even if she was a lesser imp and a failure undeserving of such attention, the embrace felt too good to deny.

|| -- Epilogue -- ||

A chilly wind blew through the forest, and Trixie held her arms around herself, shivering.

As usual, she wore nothing but a thin chest sash and a thong. However, with autumn fast approaching, she was beginning to regret her decision. The dreaded wind made goosebumps rise on her skin, and she rubbed her arms to try to warm up.

"Perhaps I should ask that dumb goddess if she has some spare clothes..." Trixie said to herself.

She sat on a rock by the top of a waterfall, and the spot let her overlook most of the forest. As usual, she could see the wind running through the canopy of the forest, and the noise of the rustling foliage filled the air. However, unlike usual, there was another noise that came with it.

"Ahhh... Mnghhhh! Yes!" Veranda's moans joined the wind, and they surpassed even the wind in the level of annoyance they brought Trixie.

Her brow twitched, and a forced smile rose to her lips. The 'dumb goddess' she had spoken of earlier had been coming to their forest every day for over three months now. She far surpassed any of their previous guests, and her moans had become an ever-present ambiance to the forest now.

"What are we going to do with her..." Trixie said to herself.

As she overlooked the forest, her eyes landed on the roof of Veranda's giant mansion. It stretched for miles off into the distance, and she had elected to transport it into the forest. Since she had become such a frequent visitor, the goddess had basically moved into their tranquil forest. However, the mansion was even more of an eyesore than the constant, unending moans, and Trixie frowned at it.

"All those trees, wiped out in an instant..." she said, eyes growing dark. She could still remember when the mansion had arrived and how it had cut through countless game trails. It had made navigating the woods even more difficult than usual, and the detour around the mansion was usually over a mile.

Trixie stood up from her rock, and she spread her wings. While keeping an eye on the mansion in the distance, she jumped off the cliff and glided down to it. The entrance was only a few hundred meters from the waterfall, so she easily made it, and when she reached the front door, Trixie's expression turned into a scowl.

"Today, I'm going to tell her off. I won't stand for any more of her annoying moaning. The least she could do is use some noise-canceling magic." Trixie pursed her lips, and she opened the door, striding inside. "I'm going to put my foot down..."

The goddess's bedroom was the first door on the second floor, so Trixie climbed a set of stairs and stopped in front of it, raising her fist to knock. However, now that she was closer, the sound of moaning was even louder than it was from the top of the waterfall.

"Aghhh... Yes! Yes! Number Nine, that's it! You know me so well..." Veranda's moans echoed out from the other side of the door, and Trixie blushed.

While she held her fist in the air, poised to knock, the moans continued to grow louder, and her ears grew red at the sound. At one time, she had taken pleasure in listening to the goddess's humiliating moans, but no more. Ever since that day... in that dark void... when she'd gone dizzy from orgasms... and their lips met... Ever since that day--

"Enough!" Trixie kicked open the door, striding inside. "Your moans are obnoxious, your holiness... I don't care how many magic lessons you promise me, this is too much!"

"Hm?" Veranda peeked her head out from beneath the covers, looking over at Trixie in surprise. "Oh, Trixie... Did you come to join us? And don't forget, you can call me Veranda, you know?"

Number Nine peeked out a tentacle from beneath the covers as well. The small appendage of slime turned, as if glancing at Trixie, then it shivered. In an instant, her form shrunk, and Number Nine crawled out from beneath the covers, slinking away.

"Don't think you're getting away either, Number Nine." Trixie turned towards the tiny slime with fire burning in her eyes. "Every day, you two go at it. How aren't you tired of this?!"

"Don't get angry at her," Veranda said, and a devious smile rose to her lips. "Number Nine may be shy, but when I invite her into my bed, she just can't help herself. Like our other tentacle friends in this forest, she can't get enough of this gorgeous body of mine."

Veranda opened the covers, showing Trixie the hot, humid interior of the blankets. Sweat dripped down the goddess's sculptured form, and the sight made Trixie blush even harder, but she shook her head. She had to put her foot down, after all.

"I'm tired of hearing your moaning all the time. It's more persistent than the wind, you know?" Trixie tightened her fist into a ball, staring back at Veranda fiercely.

"I'll take that as a compliment..." Veranda traced one hand down her chest, stroking the spot between her breasts, and Trixie couldn't help following the motion with her eyes.

Even after months of relentless sex, the goddess's body looked just as pristine as the day she first stepped foot into the forest. Her perfectly balanced D cups would make an archdemon jealous, and even Trixie couldn't help staring at them. As Veranda rubbed the spot between her tits, Trixie swallowed subconsciously.

"Why don't you join me?" Veranda asked, smiling at her. She opened the blankets even wider, and Trixie stared into the depths with wide eyes.

After Veranda and Number Nine had gone at it for who knows how many hours, the inside of the blankets must have been hot and stuffy. She could only imagine what obscene acts the two had performed inside there. However, even as Trixie's logical mind told her she had no place in there, she remembered the chilly autumn air of the forest.

Only a few minutes prior, she'd been sitting out on her rock. She could still feel the goosebumps covering her arms, and the warm blankets of Veranda's bed sounded like heaven in comparison. Even if she preferred to watch, there was something enticing about Veranda's naked body beneath those covers.

"I don't think so," Trixie said, shaking her head. "I appreciate the offer, but perhaps another day. I don't feel like sex today."

"We don't have to have sex, Trixie." Veranda's smile widened, and she turned on her side, beckoning Trixie closer. "We can just cuddle. Number Nine needs to rest back in her pool, anyway, so I'm free for the next couple of hours, too."

"Just... cuddling..." The burning, flushing warmth in Trixie's cheeks spread up to her ears, and it felt like steam wafted off her head. The offer was tempting, far too tempting for a mischievous goddess like Veranda.

She would surely do something once she got her beneath those warm blankets of hers. Once she got Trixie into her arms, and they embraced beneath the covers, there was no telling what would happen. The endless libido of the perverted goddess far surpassed any of the forest's previous guests.

It was far too dangerous to accept the offer, yet Trixie felt her feet pulled towards Veranda's bed. They seemed to move on their own, and she took a reflexive step forward, as if a giant rope were pulling her closer. Even as her ears burned with embarrassment at the offer, there was something drawing her closer.

"You're using gravity magic again, aren't you?" Trixie asked nervously. The pulling sensation on her body was far too strong for it to be just her urges. It must have been Veranda changing the direction of gravity to drag her closer, but the goddess just smiled mischievously at her.

"Who can say..." she said with a mysterious smile. "I can promise you, though. Once you're in here, it'll be an uphill battle to escape."

"Mgnnn..." Trixie let out a mewl, but the tugging sensation at her feet pulled her closer still. It took all of her effort just to remain upright and not fall into the warm embrace of the goddess.

"Come on, Trixie. Just a little further..." Veranda's lips settled into a confident smirk, and she nodded at her encouragingly. "That's it..."

Trixie took a step forward, and then another. Before she could stop herself, she tumbled right into Veranda's orbit, falling into the opening in the blankets. With a sinking sensation, she recognized the gravity magic that had pulled her in, but it was far too late to resist.

Her face settled into the soft embrace of Veranda's chest, and her warm body blasted away the autumn chill that had built up. The inside of her blankets felt even warmer than she imagined them to be, and a sigh escaped Trixie's lips, eyes fluttering into a half-lidded slump.

"Good girl..." Veranda pulled the covers up over their heads, trapping them inside the hot, stuffy inside of her blankets. "Just relax, Trixie, and let me reward you for inviting me into this wonderful forest."

"Veranda..." The name escaped her lips in a mewl, and Trixie closed her eyes, basking in the warm arms of the goddess.

She wanted to protest that she hadn't invited the goddess here, that she'd become an overbearing presence of her own accord, and that she had really overstayed her welcome, but it felt too good. The warmth of her body made Trixie moan, and she buried her face deeper into the goddess's soft bosom.

Perhaps this was her punishment for teasing such a powerful goddess, yet the longer she basked in the embrace's warmth, the less it felt like a punishment. As usual, she couldn't bring herself to ask Veranda to leave, and instead, she tightened her own arms around her, blushing fiercely as she hugged the goddess back.

THE END.

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