The heavens are a vast bountiful realm above the mortal realm. In such a place resides beings far stronger than most mortals. Gods.
There are plenty of ruins from gods and goddesses long past, but there are also just as many for the alive and powerful ones. With most of them residing in one beautiful city they have called Krailen.
In Krailen, clear sparkling blue waters flow down the tiered city in aqueducts. Littered about every pristine white marble wall and roof is vibrant, lush greenery. Long beautiful trees that carry juicy sweet fruits pepper every corner. And birds as graceful and beautiful as the rest of the city fly about, delivering information, food, and living their own lives.
Gods of minor status reside in the lowest levels of the city, closest to the mortal realm, while Gods of the highest levels of faith live in elaborate structures at the top of the city. There are no laws that force Gods to remain within their own tier, but many of them fail to test the status quo.
All but one, the Goddess of the Moon, who lives in an intermediary between the two realms. Her own domain which has become her own prison. Her sister had at one point attempted to free her, but the Goddess herself had no wish to leave for fear of her godly suitors.
The twin sisters of the moon and sun were known as the most beautiful goddesses to ever grace the divine realm. Gods from outside Krailen even arrived to declare themselves as a suitor. And beauty was not where their fame ended. They also commanded some of the most powerful aspects of the world and had millions upon billions of believers.
The Goddess of the Sun took this divine fame with ease. Her efforts magnified this effect even further. But the Goddess of the Moon instead hid away, fearing for the malice of the suitors. Time told their fates and neither of them remained in Krailen anymore; no longer the shining pillars of beauty and power.
The current ruler of Krailen was a indulgent God by the name of Adonarr. He was the God of Beauty, Lust, and Woman. Though it was forbidden to bring mortals to the divine realm, none could truly stop him from bringing them back to his elaborate estate.
Lulled by his insatiable carnal desires, no mortal woman had the power to resist for even a fraction of a second. He would whisk dozens of them off to the divine realm then taste them for days and nights on end like fine wine.
There were also other notably powerful goddesses, but they could all resist his aura with ease. One such goddess was the Goddess of Mercy and Peace, Nidiael.
One day, Nidiael decided to confront the God. She donned her flowing gown and her leafy crown.
The mirror in her room was a grand ornate fixture that told of the future when touched. When she looked into it, she could not see herself as anything but smiling and joyous. She squeezed her hand until the knuckle turned white. She was determined to bring an end to the God's misdeeds.
"I know that thy art taking rapt mortals. I cannot stand idly by while thy snuffs out the flame of life of countless mortal souls. Cease at once or mineself will speak of thine deeds to the counsel," she practiced in the mirror to herself. Her face a practiced mask of stone. She had never found herself as a stern woman, she was too soft, too delicate. But his evil deeds have killed thousands already and she would end it.
And when she approached his door, her small fist hit against it in a light tap. She waited with an impatient expression, trying to keep up her appearances. The tall mosaic of a man opened the door barely clothed in robe. He was prideful and almost arrogant in his demeanor, looking at her like she held no influence over him.
His hair was a shining golden blonde. His facial structure was defined and chiseled. And his exposed body was a shining example of the peak male figure. With closer examination, one would notice the red scratches along his front and back, and red spots along his neck. All of them being signs of the passions he partakes in. The nails that dig into his pristine skin and the lips that meet his own. Even standing in his presence exuded an aphrodisiac of a pheromone.
"What doth thy seek? Thy art a beauty unparalleled, would thine hand take mine for a night of fun?" He said with no hesitation. He extended a hand lazily, a few silver bands upon his wrist falling closer.
In an instant, the stone-faced mask fell away and the Goddess was hit with his aura. Her body overcame her and she reached for his hand, her mouth agape and thighs clamped shut. Right as she neared his palm, a gruff hand came up to rest on her shoulder, pulling her back from the man.
Adonarr closed his hand playfully. "Must thou ruin all mine fun?" He sounds off a terribly fake posh laugh. Standing before him was a large brute of a man. The God of the Forge and the Anvil, Honthril.
"Nidiael, Goddesses art forbidden from nearing Adonarr," Honthril's bear-like voice grumbles out. On his shoulders were the pelt skins of his latest prey, a bear of divine origins. His scraggly brown hair covered his head and face, leaving only space around his eyes and mouth.
Nidiael blinked for a moment, regaining her senses. She returned to her feet, Honthril releasing her to steady herself. "Yes, I know the laws imposed upon mineself. But I hath come to thwort this miscreant's evil deeds," she counters. She dusts off her gown, ash from Honthril falling upon her.
"And thou, Adonarr, art forbidden from nearing any Goddesses as well." Honthril says, ignoring Nidiael completely. Nidiael pouts as she sends a fist at Honthril's side. The fist lands with a soft pomf, causing no damage in the slightest. Adonarr smiles wickedly while taking a step back into his own house.
"I hath no blame here. Nidiael came to mine estate," Adonarr says with a shrug. Honthril hoists Nidiael over his shoulder and hauls her off without another word. Adonarr watches her rear as they depart. He bites his lip then promptly turns back towards his home, heading to satisfy his returned lust.
In his own domain, women lounged lavishly. Many of them in a tangled mess of their own bodies. Moving and twisting and shifting in any way that strikes them with pleasure. As Adonarr walks past, arms reach out to feel even a grace of his sweat, to have even a drop of his potent aphrodisiac of a body.
Moans and groans come from every corner. Every one of his many bedrooms rocking with the effort of women chasing a high. Past his guest chambers, he enters the main courtyard. Here, the women were of noticeably high quality and as a result, fewer. But many of them still seek another time with Adonarr. A small crowd of them get from their lounging and their other female partners to approach Adonarr. He smiles and welcomes all of them, giving them his body to feel.
Many of them come undone from just the slightest touch of his chest or arm.
After they had all had their fill, he moves onward towards his private chambers where his highest quality beauties reside. In his personal quarters were three woman, all of them showing off divine aura. These three were goddesses who had made the mistake of coming to Adonarr before a law was imposed. With immortal souls, they have no escape even in death. But a mind trapped in pleasures does not seek escape.
They had been lounging lavishly, allowing their bodies to meld and slick against each other. When Adonarr came into view, they ceased their movements and came to him, looking for a headier passion. They crawled over the bed, sheets draped over their alluring god-like figures. Adonarr grinned at the sight of them, then he sat down. The three curled up against him like any feline would.
"Adonarr, my love, what took thee so long?" One with silvery-white hair says. Her body was plump and round with silky soft swaths of skin. She came around and put herself on the lap of the God, grinding against him with meek groans. Another one with wavy brown locks came to his side and pressed her head-sized breasts against his arm.
"We missed thine fiery wild rutting," the brown-haired woman said in a milky mature voice. She tenderly held his hand as she reached back to ease her aching core. Finally, the last woman slinked over. Her figure was more bottom heavy than the other two, but her body was still seductive with wide hips and a beautiful gaze in her red eyes.
"Yes, thine touch delves deeper than any other man I've tasted. Even mine husband has never brought forth such embers of heat," she says in a lazier more relaxed tone. Adonarr had known about her husband. He had stolen her right from under his nose. Claimed her in front of his very eyes until the fledgling god had fled Kreilen. And now Adonarr stood atop the throne, nobody and nothing could bring him down. With beauties adorning his every move. But that wasn't enough for him. Adonarr stood up abruptly, pushing the three of them away with a burning passion.
"Not now. I seek to claim a larger foe," Adonarr calls with a cast out hand as he left the chamber through a back door. The three paid it no mind, knowing where he was going. They simply turned their attention back towards each other, allowing the other two women to satisfy their lust while satisfying theirs as well.
Adonarr stepped down the spiraling staircase. His feet hitting the cold darkened marble stairs were the only sounds aside from an occasional rattle. A rattle that grew in volume as he descended until he reached a dimly lit expanse.
Dark marble blocks lined the walls with braziers leading out to a large golden birdcage well over two stories tall. Within the birdcage was a woman in long flowing robes. She sat in a calming position while meditating. The space around her was glowing, a similar glow to the color of the sun.
"Greetings, Sulfintyr," Adonarr echos in the vast chamber. The woman, named Sulfintyr, opens her eyes to see the vile face of a predator, stalking her through the brush. She pays him no mind and returns to her meditation, but he breaks her concentration again.
"I have come to check on thee. To see if thou wishes to have thy eyes bound and thy womb claimed," Adonarr calls with a slow circling step around the cage. Sulfintyr glares at his direction.
"Do not speak to me in such a way, otherwise thy mouth shall wilt away," Sulfintyr says in a warm soft voice that brings light with each word. Adonarr breaths in her light, sucking it in like air.
"Thou can deny my stake on thee as much as thy wants. But thou power has no effect down here. I will overcome thy strength and fuck thee," Adonarr says almost ravenously as he grabs at the golden bar and licks his lips. A powerful wave of aphrodisiac enters the cage, moving towards Sulfintyr. She closes her eyes and pushes it away with ease as she shines a bit brighter. Adonarr leans back from the cage with a low evil laugh. Sulfintyr grits her teeth at her predicament.
"Resist, Sulfintyr. The old ruler of the City of Gods will be mine soon enough. Be it tomorrow, or be it ten years. Thou wilt not escape thy fate; another woman taken by Adonarr, the God-king." Adonarr turns and heads back to the stairwell, but not before letting a dense fog of aphrodisiac fill the space.
Sulfintyr returns to her meditation, warding off the evil pheromones with her pure divine light. Adonarr chuckles on his way up the stairs. Returning back to his personal chamber, he greets the three goddesses with a relentless round of haphazardly thrown clothing, creaking bedding, and wonton moans.
When he finishes, the three of them already exhausted. He returns to his feet, donning it robe.
The woman with wavy brown hair sits up to look at him. "Where art thou going now, dear Adonarr?" She moves a strand of loose hair from her face.
Adonarr grins at her. "I am going to gather my next round of mortal women to claim," he proudly says. Then he closes the door, preparing to descend to the mortal realm.
Adonarr heads to his personal channeling room. A large room with a massive hole in the center full of constantly swirling glowing blue water. With a blue glow to his face, he holds a foot outstretched, and then Adonarr steps off the edge, falling into the blue water with a flush of shining liquid.