Godgame smut (as requested by Domina)

“So, how do we..?“ The young goddess asked, unsure of how godly copulation worked.
“However you feel the most comfortable.“ The  god standing in front of her answered, waiting patiently as the goddess‘s form shifted into something very similar to how she had once looked in her mortal life.

She felt his breath on her neck, and moaned involuntarily as a hand came up and groped her breast, both roughly and gently at the same time. She felt the rough palm and strong grip of an orc grasping her, the soft and tender touch of a human hand tweaking her nipple, and more, all at the same time, alongside the feeling of another collection of palms sliding down her back, resting on her cheeks.
Of course, it made sense, she was Nata, had always been Nata and only felt comfortable as Nata. He was always a god, all of the different aspects were him and he was comfortable as any and all of them. Another moan escaped her lips as the one-man-legion of a lover grasped her supple flesh, the feeling more intense already.

“It‘s the ring.“ A hundred voices told her the answer to a question that only existed in her mind. “It‘s making every one of my touches, whether they‘re here“ he pinched her nipple, “or here“ he then added, sliding his other hand up her back, “feel like I‘m assaulting your clit the entire time. Want to know how it feels if I actually touch you there now?“
The goddess bit her lower lip to stifle her moaning, feeling as if she was burning inside, and only from him gently laying his hand on her thigh. Then he slowly dragged it higher, and she gave in. The first scream of climax echoed through the halls, and he hadn‘t even started actually touching her.

She lay on a large slab of ice... or was it metal... covered in countless furs. Bears, boars, and she didn‘t care what else. Her mind was blank, and had been that way for the hours she had been ministered by her lover. The sensation of hundreds of tongues simultaneously licking up and down her slit, followed by sucking on her clit and even nibbling on it in countless different ways.
She was no stranger to sex herself, but this was just too much. Even a god can lay nearly helpless while being loved by hundreds of lovers, let alone if they are all working their magic on her at the same time.


She lost count of how many times she had cum. The sun had gone down and risen.... a few times?

Finally, her lover raised his head and crouched over her, a wicked smile shining down on her as she felt the throbbing member... members? of the god laying on her stomach. The thick cock of an orc, the flanged elongated member of a centaur,  the modest penis of the common man. All of these and more, yet none, laid on her.

Her eyes widened at the realisation. Yes, the foreplay of a hundred lovers was over, and now she was going to be taken by all of them at the same time. She almost managed to voice out for him to wait, to give her some time, but all that came out was a throaty moan from the intense feeling of her lover sliding the divine cock down, rubbing the underside(s) against her clitoris and making her climax yet again.

Finally ‘ready‘, in the Primordial god‘s eyes, he lined the tip of his cock with the goddesses slit, sliding in effortlessly as he rode on her previous climax, the walls of her cunt clamping down as the sensation of him entering her was enough to make her climax again.
“A god has absolute control over their form‘s bodily functions, unless someone takes it away from them.“ he whispered those words of wisom in her ear, nibbling on it lightly before he added between pumps “And I have yours. Shall we see how long you last?“, and the feeling of him bottoming out in her drove her over the edge again.

It had been... hours... days... weeks? Nata didn‘t know anymore, every moment passed by in a state of almost continuous climax, any thought or idea fading faster in her state of foggy bliss than they could form.
Then, there was a difference. Her lover‘s pumping grew faster, and his divine member was swelling. Yes. Insemination. The word came to her out of the fog, reminding her of why they were doing this. And then it happened.

Bottoming her out first, the god of war flooded her insides with his divine seed, the sensation being enough to make the goddess climax on its own, and she locked her legs around the god‘s hips, holding him still in her as he filled her up to the brim.
Finally, when he was done, she slumped back down, exhausted. (or whatever it is that gods become) The god slid his member slowly out of her, the feeling of it dragging against her walls driving her to one last orgasm, and her consciousness slipped away from her as the stream of seed pouring out of her overfull self gave her a number of mini-orgasms.




(+ totally canon)
Sauron made his way into Heroicus‘s citadel, opening the doors hastily. “You said it was a serious matte-..“ he began; but stopped as he saw the naked form of his lord sitting besides the slumped goddess, and the river of seed streaming out of her.
“Yes,“ The god of war said simply, presenting his throbbing member. “She has been completely overwhelmed and the foreplay was finally over. Come do your duty and finish what she started.“
“Y-yes.. master.“ The craftsman said as he kneeled down in front of him, reaching up only to be stopped as the Primordial god‘s hand shot out and gripped his chin lightly, forcing him to look up into his eyes.
“What did we say about titles?“ He said, a mischievous grin spreading out under those burning eyes.
“I‘m sorry... my lord.“ The craftsman said, averting his gaze downwards (which happened to include the ground and the god‘s cock).
“As punishment, you cannot use your hands or any of your powers.“ The war god said, gripping the craftsman‘s glorious mane of hair and guiding him downwards....