Ch 1: Ishtar

Chaldea Snuff Harem

Goddess Package (Ishtar)

After saving the world, the last Master of Humanity obtained the Holy Grail and wished to convert Chaldea into his personal den of depravity.

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With her wrists tied above her head, bound on her Master’s bed and blushing furiously, Ishtar had never felt so humiliated.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me go this instant!”
The Master in question, Ritsuka Fujimaru, parts Ishtar’s legs. A wry smile. He pressed his fingers to her slit, feeling the wetness seeping through her panties. As Ritsuka rubbed up and down, he could feel Ishtar quivering beneath his touch. “I haven’t even done anything yet. Perhaps it’s this whole setup that turns you on?”
Ishtar’s cheeks were absolutely burning. “I-I’ll kill you, I really will!”
“I thought you said you’d be my goddess of victory. Aren’t you supposed to give me a reward?”
“F-Fine! I am the goddess of sex and beauty! Try not to bore me with your worthless dick, Master!”
“Now we’re talking!” Ritsuka backed off for a moment, reached across to his bedside table, and grabbed a metal collar. “If you’re so confident, why don’t we make a wager?”
“W-What?”
“If you cum, this collar will cut your head right off. If you can fully satisfy me before then, I’ll let you go,” he said. “How’s that sound?”
Ishtar pouted. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. “T-t-that’s a terrible wager. There’s nothing in it for me!”
“I’ll throw in a whole bag of gems or something. And besides. Aren’t you the goddess of sex and beauty? This should be nothing to you.”
It was a terrible arrangement from any objective point of view. But the longer Ishtar stared at it, the more fantasies seeped into her mind. Of how Ritsuka would use her. Images of him, gripping her freshly decapitated head by the twintails and skullfucking her, blood and cum dripping from her neck stump. Or maybe, the other way around. She could picture him impaling his dick through her throat. She could see his cockhead poke through her cold lips and pour cum all over her dead face.
Ishtar could feel her pulse race. She could feel her breathing grow heavier.
As if in a trance, she watched her Master put the collar on her, offering no resistance. The instant the latch shut, however, snapped her back to reality. She had a facade to maintain.
“Very well then! I’ll have to teach you a lesson for treating a goddess like this!”
“Music to my ears.” And with that, he tore off her panties and thrusted into her.

She really is a sex goddess, Ritsuka thought. Her pussy was nothing if not heavenly. Her slick hole welcomed him inside, but held tight on the way out, as if Ishtar’s body knew she didn’t want him to leave. Her hot, dripping love juices confirmed that she wanted it, that she was just as into the wager as he was— as if he didn’t already know.
At even just the first few pumps, waves of pleasure were already starting to wash over Ishtar— truly an embarrassing showing of her divine domain. Cute little moans escaped her mouth, in spite of her best efforts. Seeing his chance, Ritsuka pulled her into a messy kiss.

Ishtar wriggled in his grasp, twisting her head to break free from his kiss, but he gripped her by the jaw and held her firm. Her eyes were squeezed shut at first, but with each passing thrust, they opened wider and wider, to reveal an increasingly panicked, dazed stare.
“Why is— this body so— damn sensitive—” A desperate gasp cut her off. Splitting attention between complaining and fucking meant losing focus on the latter— and during that time, a particularly potent bolt of ecstasy ran through Ishtar.
He slowed a little. “I didn’t think you’d be so easy. Try not to lose your head, now.”
“You idiot!” Ishtar wrapped her legs around his torso and began pounding at his back with her heels. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!”
Still balls deep in Ishtar, her kicks ended up driving Ritsuka deeper. Not one to turn down an opportunity, he started pounding again.

“Seriously, who knew this was all it took to win over a sex goddess?”
Her face was a flushed, twisted mess of anger and stupor, tears and drool rolling down the side. “It’s all because of that stupid collar—”
“Then why don’t I help you out a bit?” Still thrusting, Ritsuka focused his mana on his right hand. “By my Command Spell, Ishtar…”
“Wait, wait, wait!” She was squirming beneath his touch— but it manifested as rubbing her torso against his. With his chest pressed to hers, he could feel her heart racing through her tits. “Master, wait, please!”
“…I order you not to cum until I say you can!”

And the command was in effect. The two of them stopped for a moment and let the weight of the spell sink in.

“M-Master…” Ishtar’s heavy breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths.

“You know, I’ve always thought this thing looks kind of uncomfortable.” Ritsuka reached up and tore off Ishtar’s gold-plated bra to grope her perky tits.
“I liked those!”
“You won’t miss them long.”
“What’s that supposed to—”
No longer worried about breaking his toy early, all bets were off. Ritsuka lifted her hips off the bed and gave her the dicking of a lifetime.

—

Ishtar could feel the heat in her womb mounting with each thrust, a tingling, numbing spark that spread through her entire body. Each slap on her ass, each thrust in her slit, set her off more and more. Bolts of sweet, agonizing numbness ate at her mind.
During one particularly long moment of lucidity, she tried invoking her divine authority over sex to undo his Command Spell— to just let her cum.

No dice. If Command Spells could be circumvented so easily, there’d be no point to them.
A little part of her brain, somehow untouched during her near-orgasmic ordeal, whispered her worst fears: she really was becoming a useless goddess.
She panicked. She tried to resist. But Ritsuka leaned down and sucked hungrily at her boobs— and burned away any hope she might have.
And so she let go of any thoughts of resistance. She was useless. She was helpless. Nominally a goddess, ostensibly one of the most important goddesses in one of the world’s oldest pantheons, and she was a toy to his cock.
It felt good.

Her whole body was hot. She was close— rather, she’d been close for minutes on end. But there was no release in sight. Though Ishtar’s expression once maintained a veil of adorably dignified anger, the waves of pleasure had shorted out her brain and revealed her true face.
A slutty, unfocused, slack-jawed stare.

Finally, Ritsuka came, flooding her abused womb with semen. But Ishtar hardly would’ve noticed, had it not been for her divine authority, the last shreds of her dignity, informing her.
He slowed, and pulled out, letting a slow stream of viscous white flow out of her cunt.
“Y-You’ll let me go now, right? That was the deal…”
Ishtar’s glazed eyes refocused on him. Her brain, still fried, could barely process the look on her Master’s face. Whatever it was, it didn’t look good.
“The deal was that you would fully satisfy me.”
“But… you came. You came, didn’t you?”
Ritsuka placed a hand on her hips. At the mere touch, her pussy squirted. He brushed upwards, feeling her sweat-drenched sides, breasts, armpits, her sensitive, jittering body and ending at her tear-stained cheeks. By the time he got there, she was gasping with pleasure once more.
“Give yourself a little more credit. You wouldn’t be much of a sex goddess if I would be satisfied in just one go.”
And he began thrusting anew.

—

As Ishtar’s consciousness faded in and out, she knew deep down that, even if she made it out of this in one piece, her mind would be so thoroughly shorted that it made no difference.
She knew she was going to die.

By Ritsuka’s third or fourth climax, Ishtar’s pleads for release had shifted from desperation to excitement. With her whole body converted to erogenous zones, not even the Goddess of Sex knew how hard she’d cum when allowed.
She was going to die to the hardest orgasm in history. And, to her own personal surprise, Ishtar wasn’t just okay with that.
She was looking forward to it.

This shift was a surprise to Ritsuka, too. By now, she’d been passed out like a sex doll longer than she hadn’t— and all of a sudden, she was energized, bucking her hips and yanking at her restraints to fuck him deeper. Limp kisses became ravenous, hungry shows of submission.
“M-Master…”
With her mind near-thoroughly shattered, raw divine instinct possessed her. Her pussy, hot, drenched, and tight, spasmed and massaged Ritsuka’s dick like nothing he’d ever felt before.
“Please, let me cum.”
Between answering her kisses and leaving passionate hickeys, Ritsuka found the time to answer. “You know what that means.”
“I do.” Once more, she closed her eyes and saw the images of her defiled, mangled corpse. “Of course I do!”
She was a goddess. Ritsuka had, in all honesty, found it hard to believe. But each movement of hers was proof. Her thick thighs and slender calves locked him in place, priming her hips to work her magic. Somehow, over the course of the wild night, one of her wrist binds had come loose just enough that she pulled her hand free. And with it, she wrapped around his shoulder and pulled his face to her’s.
She was a goddess. In spite of all the work he’d put in to dominating her over the course of the night, she proved herself in one fell swoop.
“Cut my head off.”
“Then cum with me!”

Those words snapped her out of her focused trance. The LED on the decap collar changed color. It all happened so fast.
Ritsuka came first. While he’d stacked the deck heavily in his favor, he was, after all, only human, and an evening of passionate hubris does not a sex god make. The instant he poured his sperm into her hole, she too, finally came.
The collar, mercifully, had some delay programmed into it. Just enough for Ishtar to enjoy her mythic climax.
It bleached her very core with white-hot ecstasy. Her thoughts, her sensations, each unified in searing pleasure. Her pussy squirted and her eyes flowed like rivers. She moaned and cried and screamed. When the blades on her neck finally converged, it was just the cherry on top.

Her head popped right off. It remained aloft for a split second, but her wildly convulsing body slid it off. Though her death spasms were enough to bring Ritsuka to a final orgasm of his own, he was aware enough to grab Ishtar’s head and continue making out with her still-quivering, dead lips.

Finally, after a few minutes of catching his breath, he pulled out of Ishtar’s body and let it slump down, still held up by a single rope knot around the wrist.
Ritsuka looked down at his hands, still holding onto Ishtar’s head. She had died with the sexiest, fuck-drunk look he’d ever seen. No more pretenses, just submission. And she’d clearly loved it.
She’d also died with her tongue out. So it only seemed fitting for him to plunge his dick into her mouth and have her lick it clean.