I doubt she's dead, probably the wolf will bring her back to her pack leader, where the Death Dealer will be made to pay for all the werewolves she's killed over the centuries. She'll be rescued eventually and live to be in an actual story with diologue and everything, but until then the next you'll see of this character will probably be in my deviantART account where I'm putting all of my non-peril oriented artwork with her name (not decided yet) and some of her background.
Vana lifts the Goddess off of the alter and leans against the staircase, sitting upon her own tail as though it were a chair. "Come on sweaty," Vana whispers before slipping her tongue up the middle of the Goddess's breasts.
It does the trick and our heroine begins to stir. Her eyelids heavy, but consciousness fully with her, the Goddess begins to stir.
She looks down into the face of her tormentor, and is suddenly filled with rage. How dare she! How dare a mere fiend touch her in such places! Such an act was forbidden!
The rage awakens within her an iota of renewed strength that Vana immediately senses through skin contact. The fiend cannot understand it, but she knows that she must end the threat before her captive is able to make use of her new found strength.
"To touch me is forbidden!" the Goddess roars, wrapping her leg around the fiends back. She squeezes with all of her might, before all this had started that might would have scissored the demoness in two, but at her pressent strength, the Goddess would have to squeeze the life out of the dessacrator!
"Gak!" Vana cries out, "Impossible! How could you summon such strength!" Even in her weakened state it seems that the Goddess has turned plight to promise, and Vana gags in distress, gasping desperately for air.
The Demoness grimacess with her face pressed against the Goddess's breasts. She is losing, she realizes this and wracks her brain for any chance of victory, but comes up with little untill.... Of Course! The pretty thing, she doesn't even realize how vulnerable she is against a creature like me!
Enacting her plan, the fiend lines her extra appendage up for the kill. The Goddess is to enthralled in her attepmt to squish the life from her foe that she does not notice the villain's sudden determination to prop herself firmly between the staircase and the alter, and the heroine certainly does not suspect that her new found strength is going to prove to little to late.
"And verily I shall part the ways," Vana whispers against the Goddess's breasts. The heroine has no time to ponder this statement as Vana's tail plunges deep, penatrating our heroines ass cheeks like steel to paper!
and the reaction is all to predictable. Completely caught by surprise, the Goddess can do little but scream a futile "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her arms flailing out, her breasts jiggling. The burst of strength she managed to summon from within her fizzles away, leaving even less in its wake than ever before!
"Your.... mmmmmm... masters seed?" the Goddess moans. She offers no resistance as Vana continues to position her, her strength further sapped by the effects of the demoness's messaging fingers. "Mmmmm...... please stop.... I... ung... I cannot be touched by mortal hands in this way! My... my body is... f... for... ung.... please.... your making me weaker......" Perhaps at this point the Goddess has not yer fully woken from her long slumber, or perhaps she simply could never have imagined a being as evil as Vana, but for whatever the reason, she had actually believed her statement would at least be considered by her captor.
"H... hey stop!" the Goddess gasps as Vana's messaging fingers abandon her breasts for a more tempting target. Never in a trillion years had the Goddess imagined this could happen to her. She had been told by Celeste, the most powerful of the Celestial Three, that her body was to remain pure, and could not be touched in uncouth ways least her divine powers temporarily fail her. Nothing, however, could have prepared our heroine for the effects of Vana's fingers expertly stroking her previously untouched womanhood. "N... no... unghhhhhh... stop it!"
"Unghhhhhhhh.... by... by my celestial light..... noooohhhhhhhh...." the helpless prisoner pleads to no one in particular, but the demoness notes it anyway.
A momment later Vana seats herself on the other end of the alter, she forces the Goddess's legs to part for her. The heroine, to weak to fight her, instead takes the breif respite in sensual assaults to cup her throbbing breast protectively and tries to recouperate some of her lost strength.
Unfortunately the pause is short lived. Vana leans in and begins to lick feverishly at the heroine's pussy. The Goddess is unable to hold back the "MMMMMOOOOOAAAAAANNNNN!" of protest, and her body shivers against the pure pleasure.
After only a few momments the Goddess feels something pushing within her. Instinctively she knows that she cannot allow whatever it is to be set free least it encourage her adversary... and yet the urge to let it free is almost as strong. "Nohhhhhhhhh," The Goddess breaths, "I caaaaann't!" Her body tenses, she coils in the strain, she places every iota of strength left within her into holding back this pressure, this heat from within her...
But it is all for naught. For no matter how much strength the Goddess summons, Vana's slithering tongue laps rythmatically at her neather lips. Each slather drains the Goddess's feble resistance further, each twist and twirl of the demoness's tongue domintes her further, until, with one powerful blast, the first climax of the Goddess's long existance explodes forth into Vana's waiting mouth.
Vana greadily swallows up the heroines love juices, each sip tastes like heaven in her vile lips. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Vana moans, "You taste as wonderfull as I'd imagined!" Oh? Asleep again?" The effort of a climax had been to much for the Goddess, the effect had taken to much of her remaining strength, sapping the heroine of her consciousness for a time.
Time the Greater Fiend uses to her advantage. Vana makes short work of her captive, bringing forth several more climaxes from the Goddess, which she slurps up as readilly as the first. Feeling through skin contact how utterly defeated her captive is is a major turn on for the demoness, never had she imagined her Master would hand her a treat like this!"
Returning to our story, The Goddess lays in a forced state of unconsciousness. Her chest raises and falls weakly, her body quivering in effort with each breath. Even in an unconscious state a being as legendary as the Goddess fights against the footholds of evil within her. Left unatended, she will surly soon awaken and escape...
But what's this! A sultry new player emergest, stalking into the room with a purpose, stretching out the last of her nights sleep and preparing for what wicked tasks she has surely come to impose upon our poor helpless heroine. The creature walks in on strange hooved feet, a tail swishing in her wake, horst sprout from her bare forehead, and she literally purrs in anticipation. "Mmmmmm..... your going to be a tasty little treat arn't you?" the creature says to herself. Could this be the one who sent the tentacle beast after the Goddess? Could this strange purpulish demon have masterminded this perilous plot?
The demoness steps around the sacrificial alter...
and positions herself aside her captive. Restraints are unecessary, the sedatives of the beast who captured the Goddess are still in effect, there will be little resistance from the champion of the Galexy. Taking heed of these thoughts, the demoness slides her fingers lightly across the heroines shiny form, bringing forth a weak moan.
Our heroine stirs...
and her eyes open flutter open, the demoness is mildly surprised, the beasts sedatives should have tamed the Goddess longer, the heroine was more powerful than previously anticipated. Still the heroines power crystals shone of weakness, and the Demoness knew her task would be more fun this way.
"Wh... who are yoahhhhh!" The Godess begins, but the realizes that the Demoness has hold of her divine breast, "Unhand my you... you fiend!"
"I'm a Greater fiend actually," the demoness purrs in responce, sitting down upon the alter and positioning the Goddess as needed. The heroine is worried when she realizes she could offer little in protest. "My name is Vana," the Demoness tells her captive, "My task is to weaken your body for my master."
"W... weaken my.... my body?" the Goddess replies, confusion evident in her features as she looks into the Greater Fiends merciless eyes. Any further questions are cut short as Vana rotates her hand around the heroines breast, messaging it artfully. "Ohhhhhhhh," the Goddess moans in responce.
"Of course silly," Vana replies with a girlish giggle, patting the Goddess on the head as she brings forth the heroines moans, "My master is but a mortal man. His seed could never penatrate a Goddess, even a weakened goddes such as yourself, unless she was first primed for him!"
The creature is unable to resist the heroines perfect form any longer, and to compromise with itself it slowly caresses her bare nipples, bringing forth an indignant cry from its far from helpless captive, but that would change.
The necessary arrangements had been made. This was the purpose to which the beast had been made. Its tentacle positioned itself beneath the Goddess's power crystal. A crystal that had only been spoken of in a text written down by one of the Celestial Three, that had somehow fallen into the beasts master's hands.
The beast initiated its primary purpose. The Goddess cried out in terror as she felt a sudden weakening within her body. All at once she was no longer certain she could escape. She tested the beasts grip again and found it unyielding.
The Goddess whimpered in protest as the mouth attacked her secondary crystal as well. The beast was to well prepared, she knew that she was defenseless, but how could this be?
She fell silent, feeling something horrible happening inside of her. The energy drain was reaching critical mass, even here in outer space where celestial energy flowed into her in a constant stream she was losing far more than she was gaining until finally.................
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A few moments later, the Goddess floats in space. She is aware, but that is all. Her body to weak to move, to weak even to open her eyes and while her foe has released her from its wicked grip, she has not the strength to even attempt an escape.
She moans weakly in protest as the monster scoops her up with its back tentacle. It purrs contentedly to itself. The metaflesh of a Celestial being is special in that one can actually feel how superbly powerful the being is upon touching them, but in this case the opposite is true. On contact the monster can feel the Goddess's weakness, and it revels in her helplessness. It was time to take her to its master, but along the way it had to keep the Goddess weak, it promised itself that it would wait until she was almost strong enough to escape it before it made its stops. It would do this so that it could feel her futile struggles to resist as her power was drained away from her, so that it could feel her body weaken in its grasp each and every time!
