The Goddess Goes All-In

The goddess pretended to drop Minho into the lower world, then laid her out on the floor and fretted.

She had cast a grand magic meant to drag in the perfect person to save the world — she just never expected a case like this to come flying out of the hat.

After a string of failures, the goddess had poured everything into what she swore was her final summoning. And this was the result.

In a way, it was an inevitable conclusion. When the very foundation of the world had been corrupted, how could its incarnation — the goddess herself — remain unscathed?

But our airheaded goddess lacked the brainpower to consider any of that. She simply stamped her feet in place.

"At this point, all-in is the only option!"

Anyone else would have cut and run. Bound to the world by birth and existence itself, the goddess had no choice but to grit her teeth and back Minho to the hilt.

That left one thing: piling extra blessings onto her. First she engraved a support guide into Minho's soul and linked it to the Heavenly Treasury. Then she further reinforced the body through the sex — and she did not forget to run a full physical checkup while she was at it.

"This is incredibly healthy! The enhancements are settling in nicely, and even though she isn't pregnant the breast milk is flowing just fine — oh, right, I'll boost the five senses so she can fight properly, and period cramps would just get in the way of traveling, so I'll swap those out for heat instead."

The goddess tossed that last, completely unhinged option on as if it were nothing.

But was it really so surprising? The goddess might deny it, yet this place was already a thoroughly excellent smut-fantasy setting. If the incarnation of such a world were normal, that would be the strange part. And the further the enhancements progressed, the more the goddess swayed her hips with languid sensuality, licking her lips.

"But you're so beautiful. How can anyone look this delicious, uheheheheh."

The lust blooming from the corruption began to eat away at her. Unable to hold back an increasingly lewd smile, she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠started using the "enhancement" as an excuse for outright fondling.

"Slurp~"

The goddess forced her tongue between Minho's closed lips, prying them open to savor the soft flesh within. Saliva mixed mouth to mouth as she rolled her tongue and tasted every bit of it.

Once she had drunk her fill of those lips, her tongue slipped free and dragged across skin — over the face, down the throat, pausing once at the collarbone before following the curve of a breast straight to a nipple.

"A lewd flavor. Delicious. Pass."

Did she take care of her skin regularly? Or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was it a constitution like her own? The goddess wondered for a moment, then promptly forgot about skincare the second she thought about what came next.

"All right, let's try the milk."

Squish. Squish.

The goddess squeezed Minho's breasts hard, and milk sprayed out in a jet.

A normal woman's chest was sensitive and needed gentle handling — but a bitch with a body this filthy needed to be wrung rough if you wanted her to learn her place and take to training properly.

"Pwah! Pass. I'd love to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drink more, but we're almost out of time."

She could not keep Minho here forever. The girl had a world to save, after all.

"And for that… hup!"

A tiny magic circle flared in the goddess's palm and vanished. A moment later, a pillar rose beneath the curves of her dress.

"Eheheheheh. This will be the final blessing."

She shoved the dress aside as if it were in the way. What hung there was a cock so massive an orc would have been jealous. Minho's body, for its part, had taken to the enhanced senses beautifully — a little kissing and groping was already enough to send love juices pouring out.

For evaluation purposes, the goddess buried her nose in Minho's pussy and immediately reeled in shock.

"A virgin?! KYAAAAAAHO!"

She was ready to leap for joy — and yet, on another level, it made no sense.

"With a body like this, men wouldn't have left her alone. Don't tell me that 'I used to be a man' thing was actually true?"

She had definitely called it a disease. Probably some law of another world, so the goddess decided not to sweat it and focused on bestowing her grace.

Whatever the past, right now she was nothing but a mouthwatering female.

The goddess set the tip of her cock against Minho's entrance.

"First times really should be… hah!"

"Ghk!"

For the commemorative deflowering of the Holy Maiden, the goddess drove that enormous cock straight through to the mouth of the womb in a single thrust. The impact nearly jolted Minho's deeply sleeping consciousness awake.

Blood from the torn hymen mixed with love juices and served as lubricant.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

The goddess dredged up memories of being taken by countless men and did her clumsy best to copy them. But an amateur was an amateur. Her hip work was no different from a beast's, and most of the males she had dealt with had been monsters ruled by instinct rather than humans.

"Hngh! Even unconscious! Nngh, this tightness! If she were awake she'd absolutely be throwing a fit!"

The goddess had now graduated to outright nonsense. She could not keep her head straight against the grip of Minho's pussy, thrashing her hips like a goblin while her own breasts bounced every which way.

Minho's body answered in kind. Though its owner slept deep, the honest flesh responded to the pleasure flooding in.

"Nnh, haah! Haa♡"

Rocking her hips, the goddess prepared to lay on still more blessings.

"Sensitivity up, disease immunity, Mother of All, and — mm, filth isn't really my taste, so guts that can digest anything."

Blessings that would have made Minho scream if she had been awake settled firmly into her body through her sex.

"And my divine power! Take it properly!"

It was only a fake cock shaped from holy magic, but as a medium for transferring divine power it was more than enough. The goddess's seed flooded Minho's womb; given the sheer size of the thing, the vast load stored inside poured in completely.

Brrt♡ Pop!

Its role finished, the cock vanished. Seed tried to surge back out of the gaping hole, and the goddess hurriedly sealed it. She flicked her fingers through the air a few times; a translucent white membrane formed and stopped the reverse flow. The membrane did not merely block — it pushed into the pussy and forced every last drop up into the womb.

With that, the goddess's seed was nestled safely inside Minho. In time the membrane would dissolve and the seed would be absorbed throughout the body.

"Ufuufuu♡ Getting more perfect by the second."

As she spoke, the goddess's form grew steadily darker. Horns sprouted. A black tail began to form.

Proof that as the Demon King polluted the world, the goddess had been polluted right along with it — succubization.

In truth, after defeat after defeat, she had finally been captured. She had escaped only after every conceivable humiliation, but corruption itself she could not avoid. And now even the divine power that had been holding it back belonged to Minho. There was no way back.

"Now then — last of all, the Mark of Servitude."

"The name Minho doesn't fit this world. From now on, your name is Serena."

Ordinarily the mark demanded mutual consent, but the goddess forced it onto Serena's soul anyway. Now it was time to inscribe the master's name.

"Of course it has to be the Demon Ki— ugh!"

A crushing headache seized her. She clutched her head. Rotten as she was, she was still a goddess — for a fleeting moment she resisted the fall, came to her senses, and realized exactly what she had done.

"Good heavens! Q-quickly, I have to fix—"

But there was no time. Keeping Serena in the heavenly realm any longer was hitting its limit, and there was no telling when the Demon King might come for her.

"My, my. What is our adorable little puppy doing in a place like this?"

A languid, seductive voice sounded behind her. In that moment of despair the goddess clenched her teeth, hurled Serena down into the lower world, and rose to face the Demon King.

"Obviously I was running from you."

"Hmm. For a runaway, your body looks awfully honest."

Confronted by Lilith — the Demon King of succubus origin — the goddess's entire body trembled. Every past torment, every training session, every humiliation was branded into her soul; instinct alone made her quake with fear.

"Well, no matter. You'll still have to take your punishment for running, won't you?"

Alone with the Demon King, the goddess's screams rang through the heavens.

"Buhiiiiiiiiiiit!"

No one would have guessed those vulgar pig squeals belonged to a goddess. And even while she was being punished, Grace thought:

Ah, I never got to lick the sweat pooled under those breasts…

Whether it was fundamental lewdness or simple denseness, Goddess Grace was the sort who entertained weird thoughts even while the Demon King was disciplining her.

That day, a shooting star fell from the sky.

It was a single ray of hope the goddess was sending down into a world sliding toward ruin. Those who saw the meteor prayed that this time, please, it would be a savior — while the demonkin merely watched with contemptuous smirks.

Meanwhile Serena herself — the meteor — felt the sleep magic the goddess had laid on her dissolve, and looked around.

"Huh? What's this? Ohhhhhh SHIIIIIIIIIT!"

Realizing she was plummeting in a graceful arc from the sky, Serena thrashed with everything she had. A wingless human midair could do exactly nothing.

While she flailed pointlessly, the ground drew steadily closer, and she crashed into a remote forest.

KRAAAANG—!

Fortunately Serena did not die — though ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the impact left her upper body buried in the dirt in a thoroughly ridiculous pose.

And after a while, a pack of goblins arrived, drawn by the source of the noise.