The air in Ishtar's private chamber was thick with the scent of perfumed oil, sweat, and spent desire. The Goddess of Beauty and Sex reclined upon a mountain of silk cushions, idly plucking grapes from a golden bowl. Her languid gaze followed the undulating forms of her mortal dancers, a living tapestry of flesh and motion curated for her amusement.
The heavy cedar doors groaned open without ceremony, shattering the composed atmosphere.
A giantess entered, a silhouette of raw power against the dim light. She stood a full seven feet tall, her frame a masterpiece of dense, olive-toned muscle honed by endless battle. Completely nude, she moved with a predatory confidence that made the very air tense. In each massive hand, she dragged the limp forms of two men, their heads clutched in her fists like forgotten dolls. Their bodies bore the marks of strenuous use and were clearly unconscious.
She halted before the dais and released her burdens with a dismissive thud. "Oy… Ishtar," her voice was a low rasp, edged with impatient heat. "Your fucking toys broke."
Ishtar's perfect eyebrow arched. She let her gaze travel slowly down the giantess's formidable body, past the heavy swell of her breasts and the cut of her abdomen, finally settling between her powerful thighs. There, the evidence of the men's final service was stark: a slick, glistening trail of seed dripped steadily down her inner thighs onto the polished marble floor.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Ishtar's lips. "Well," she purred, popping another grape into her mouth. "I can see they did their job, at least. Why not fetch some others from the pens?"
"NO." The denial was a guttural command. The giantess took a step closer, her menacing stare locked on the goddess. Her legs remained parted, an unsubtle display of her aroused, dripping state. "I want you. I want to know what it's like to fuck a Goddess... the famed Goddess of Sex. I hear even Kali strains to best you when you visit. I want to know why."
The challenge hung in the air, thick and primal. Ishtar's smirk deepened. She unfolded herself from the cushions with serpentine grace, rising to her full, though comparatively diminutive, height. She closed the distance, the silken fabric of her own revealing gown whispering against the giantess's sweat-sheened skin.
She pressed her body forward, aligning her soft, full breasts against the hard, muscular swell of the warrior's. The contact was electric—divine softness against mortal steel.
"Karni… my darling," Ishtar breathed, her voice a honeyed poison. "You need to understand. I am a goddess of sex. If you wish to enjoy me…" she brought a single, slender finger to rest on the hard plane of Karni's abdomen, "...you must first offer me a worthy sacrifice."
Her finger began a slow, deliberate descent, tracing a line down the defined midline. It slid through the sweat and evidence of the previous encounter, until it reached the soaked, swollen outer lips of Karni's pussy. Ishtar rubbed a slow, teasing circle, collecting the mingled fluids there. She then brought her glistening finger to her own lips, her tongue emerging to taste it with deliberate, obscene pleasure.
"Damien Ardent," Ishtar stated, her eyes hardening even as her voice remained a seductive whisper. "Bring him to me. Alive. But break him first. Shatter his dreams and crush his hopes until his spirit is as pliant as clay." She leaned in, her breath hot against Karni's ear. "Then… I will entertain you for as long as your formidable body can endure."
She drew back, her expression shifting to one of cool command. "Now. Turn around and lean upon the table. I will brand you as my sworn servant, so you may lawfully participate in the coming War Game on my behalf."
A booming, savage laugh erupted from Karni's chest. "Hahahaha! This Damien… you all hunger for him. There must be an important reason." She turned, her massive back presented to the goddess, and bent over the heavy obsidian table, gripping its edges. "Fine. I shall do it. I, Karni, Executive of the Kali Familia, Noble of Telskyura, promise you… he shall fall to my fists before he falls into your bed."
Ishtar's smile was one of supreme satisfaction. She moved behind the offering giantess, her divine focus shifting. The air around her fingertips shimmered with potent energy as she prepared the falna ritual. As her senses connected to Karni's soul, reading the divine script upon her back, a spark of genuine pleasure lit within Ishtar.
'A Level 6… A magnificent gift from Kali indeed,' she thought, her fingers beginning to trace the first lines of her own mark upon the warrior's skin. *'That is why I adore her. She creates such perfect instruments.'
...
The War Game became the talk of all Orario.
Some awaited it as an execution, eager to witness the fall of the Hestia Familia's captain, the madman who had declared he alone could face three Familias. Others watched with a different kind of hope, yearning for the birth of a legend, praying that something impossible might emerge from this absurd challenge.
Regardless of intent, everyone wanted to see it.
The Ganesha Familia worked without rest to prepare the War Game. A newly constructed district was designated as the arena, its streets and abandoned structures filled with mana recorders to broadcast every moment to the city. Ganesha Familia also handled security, while the Dian Cecht Familia remained on standby to treat injuries.
After all, this War Game strictly prohibited killing.
Especially since one of the rewards was a living participant.
Damien himself.
Thirty minutes before the War Game began, Ganesha appeared across every magic screen in Orario.
"Gods and goddesses! Ladies and gentlemen! Mortals and ghosts!" he boomed, laughter echoing through the city. "Hahahaha! Welcome to the King War Game!"
The crowd erupted.
"I know, I know!" Ganesha continued proudly. "What a name! Hahahaha! I came up with it myself!"
More laughter followed as he raised a hand.
"Now then! Let me explain the rules!"
The screens shifted, displaying a full aerial view of the district.
"The arena is divided into two halves!" Ganesha announced. "Each half is further divided into four sections! That makes eight areas in total!"
Markers appeared across the map.
"Each area contains a flag. White flags belong to the Ishtar Familia Alliance! Black flags belong to the Hestia Familia!"
The image changed again.
"At the start, each side is meant to control four areas!" Ganesha said. "And from there, the real fun begins!"
Cheers rose again.
"The War Game will last one hour! During that time, teams must invade enemy territory and seize control by capturing flags! At the end of the hour, the side with the most controlled areas wins the War!"
The excitement grew, but Ganesha raised a finger.
"Now! A very important rule!"
Each flag zoomed in on screen.
"Every flag is surrounded by a circular zone! Inside that circle are one flag bearer and two guards! They may not leave the circle if they wish to retain control of the area!"
A diagram clarified the space.
"No more than three members from each side may enter a circle at a time! To capture an area, you must defeat the flag bearer and force them out of the circle!"
The crowd roared.
"And!" Ganesha added. "Once a flag bearer is defeated, they receive a five-minute grace period before they can be challenged again inside the circle!"
The cheers slowly gave way to murmurs.
Ganesha scratched his head and laughed nervously.
"As some of you may have realized… this presents a problem!"
The screens shifted again.
"Since the Hestia Familia has only one participant, they cannot provide flag bearers for all four of their initial territories!"
The murmurs grew louder.
"Therefore!" Ganesha continued. "The Ishtar Alliance will begin with four areas already claimed! Meanwhile, the Hestia Familia will begin with only one controlled area!"
The map updated.
"The remaining three areas will start as lawless zones, unclaimed and open to whoever reaches them first!"
Discontent rippled through the crowd.
"I know, I know!" Ganesha said quickly. "This puts Hestia Familia at a disadvantage! But please remember, Ishtar herself proposed this War Game, and both Hestia and Damien willingly accepted these terms! They had the right to veto it!"
"But they chose not to."
The screens then split.
One showed Damien, seated calmly on the ground within his sole initial territory, the black flag fluttering behind him.
Others showed the Ishtar Alliance's forces, members from Ishtar, Set, and Apollo Familias stationed across their areas.
One screen lingered on a tall, unfamiliar woman among them.
The final screens displayed the three unclaimed zones.
The district itself was a maze of abandoned buildings and broken streets. Navigation alone would be difficult, though every participant had been given a map to guide them toward the flags.
All to make the battle more exciting.
Ganesha spread his arms wide.
"Now then!" he shouted. "People of Orario! ARE YOU READY?!"
The city answered with a deafening roar.
"Hahahaha! I thought so!" Ganesha laughed. "So tell me! Who shall become the King of the District?! The Ishtar Alliance?! Or the Hestia Familia?!"
He paused.
"LET THE WAR GAME BEGIN!"
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