My muse has been affected by sex pollen! They’re uncontrollably horny, 20x as sensitive, and… tied to a chair. How does your muse deal with this?
"Ngh!" He struggled, trying to not enjoy the touch of this goddess. He struggled, groan and snarled.
"Belt. My belt…"
The thought of being stepped on her b her feet was mildly embarrassing and demeaning. If she would only move it, just a tad bit, it would have felt good either way. She was angry and fueled with rage, which ironically made her beautiful, even in such a state.
"I-I know. S-She teased me so much, that I broke from my restraint and…" The rest was history. Rape would have been the appropiate word from it, but even if she was pinned on the floor, her consent for it was accepted.
"J-Just move your leg…"
"I wish you’d have hurt her. No one’s as beautiful as me, right? Touching my things should be punishable by death! Say it! Whoever that little rat is who thought she had the right to touch my Yusuke should be dead!! Say it!”
Foot remaining in place, she leaned forward to slap him. She wouldn’t touch him with her foot just yet, he needed to suffer more.
"Ah~? You want me to move my leg? Why..? You’ve been unfaithful, Yusu.. What am I to do for you? If you want something from a Goddess, you pray for it and hope it fucking comes…"