Zirith, with a yawn that could have swallowed planets, raised her pinky and casually swiped the air. Kyoto's attack dissipated like mist in a desert sun. She chuckled, the sound echoing through the room. "You really thought you could take me down with that, Kyoto?"
Her eyes danced with amusement as she watched Kyoto's face contort with rage. He threw another volley of energy blasts, each more powerful than the last, but she continued to deflect them with the same lazy grace, barely moving from her relaxed position . Fasha and Gine stared, jaws agape, as they realized the true extent of the goddess's power.
With a sigh that could have deflated a balloon, Zirith flicked her wrist, sending Kyoto flying across the room like a ragdoll. He crashed into a wall, leaving a crater where he landed. Dust and debris filled the air, and when it cleared, Kyoto was on his feet again, his eyes still burning with fury.
"Now, now, Kyoto," Zirith said, her voice a purr that seemed to vibrate through the very fabric of existence. "You need to channel that anger into something more... constructive. Like, say, your little harem." She gestured languidly towards Fasha and Gine, who were still staring at her in shock. "They're yours to command, to love, to do with as you wish. But remember," she added, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "you're not just the God of Destruction. You're the God of Pleasure too."
Kyoto clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. The mention of his harem was a slap in the face, a reminder that no matter how much power he had, she was above him. But he knew that challenging her again so soon would be suicide. Instead, he nodded stiffly, his pride bruised but not broken. He'd find a way to prove himself to her, to show that he wasn't just a toy to be used and discarded.
Gine watched the exchange, her heart racing. This goddess was playing with them like pawns on a cosmic chessboard. But there was something in Kyoto's eyes that made her feel safe, a determination that burned brighter than the stars outside. She knew that he would protect her, that he would fight for her, even against a deity.
Fasha, on the other hand, was still reeling from the destruction of her world and the revelation of her fate. The anger boiled within her, but she held it back, focusing instead on the mission Kyoto had given her. As the goddess and her attendant disappeared, she turned to Kyoto, her gaze steely. "What now?"
Kyoto took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "We should... we should take a bath," he suggested, his voice a mix of exhaustion and tension. "It'll help us relax, and we can talk more about what happened."
The two Saiyan females looked at him, surprised by the sudden change in topic. Gine nodded slowly, her eyes still filled with unshed tears. "A bath... yes, that might help," she murmured, her voice small and fragile.
With a wave of his hand, Kyoto teleported them to the hot springs on his planet. The serene landscape unfolded around them, the water steaming invitingly, surrounded by lush vegetation and towering, ancient trees that whispered secrets of the universe. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant calls of exotic creatures, creating an oasis of peace in the vast cosmic chaos. The moon cast a soft, silvery glow, painting the scene with an ethereal beauty that seemed to soothe their troubled spirits.
As Gine began to strip away her Saiyan armor, Kyoto couldn't help but stare. Her body was a testament to the blend of her gentle nature and fierce warrior lineage. Her breasts, though not large, were firm and high, with perky nipples that stood to attention in the cool night air. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to her hips that flared out, hinting at the strength hidden within her modest frame. Her pussy, neatly trimmed and already glistening with desire, was a perfect reflection of the gentle fierceness that defined her. Her ass was round and firm, a perfect handful, the muscles rippling as she moved.
Her tail unfurled lazily, swaying with each step she took towards the hot springs. Gine's eyes, filled with a mix of shyness and excitement, met Kyoto's as she discarded the last piece of her armor, leaving her completely naked. The moonlight danced across her light tan skin, casting her in a soft, silvery light that made her look like a mythical creature stepping out of a legend.
Fasha, ever the warrior, stripped with an air of confidence that was almost intimidating. Her muscles flexed with each movement, revealing a physique that was a masterpiece of power and grace. Her breasts were smaller than Gine's but equally firm, with perky, light brown areolae and nipples that stood erect in the cool air. Her stomach was a washboard of abs that spoke of countless hours of training and battles won. Her pussy, trimmed and already swollen with arousal, was a stark contrast to her warrior's exterior. Her hips curved in a way that was almost seductive, leading to a tight, muscular ass that seemed to dare anyone to underestimate her.
As she stepped into the water, the hot springs steamed around her, creating a veil that briefly obscured the intricate tapestry of scars that adorned her body. Each scar told a story of a battle fought and a victory earned. Her legs, strong and shapely, were a blend of Saiyan power and feminine allure, culminating in a perfectly toned ass that rippled as she settled into the water. Fasha's nakedness was a testament to her strength and her willingness to be vulnerable in the face of the unknown. Despite her fiery exterior, there was a softness to her that was undeniable, a gentle curve to her hips and the soft swell of her breasts that belied the fury that simmered just beneath the surface.
Kyoto watched them, his own tail swishing with anticipation. He knew that this moment of peace was a rare luxury in the lives of warriors, and he didn't want to waste it. He slowly began to remove his clothes, revealing the tapestry of scars that crisscrossed his chiseled chest and abs. Each mark was a badge of honor from battles past, a testament to his unyielding spirit. His disheveled black hair fell around his face as he shed his final layer of clothing, exposing his powerful shoulders and arms, rippling with muscles honed from years of training and battle. His cock, massive and proud, stood at attention, a physical manifestation of his Saiyan heritage and the power that coursed through his veins. The tattoos that adorned his body, ancient Saiyan symbols of power and protection, seemed to pulse with a life of their own as he stepped into the water, joining the women in their moonlit sanctuary.
Gine looked up at Kyoto with eyes filled with gratitude. Her voice was a gentle whisper as she spoke. "Thank you for showing me the future of my family. For giving me hope when all I knew was despair." Her eyes searched his, seeking understanding and perhaps a glimpse of the man behind the warrior's mask.
Kyoto felt a warmth spread through his chest. He had never been one for sentiment, but there was something about Gine's sincerity that disarmed him. He nodded solemnly. "You're welcome, Gine. It's the least I could do." He paused, his gaze lingering on her. "Your strength and courage are inspiring. I believe in you, and I believe in what you stand for—peace and protection for those who can't fight for themselves."
The moment was shattered by a bellowing laugh from the skies. "Hah! You think you've got what it takes to protect anyone, Kyoto?" Fasha's voice echoed around them, a smirk playing on her lips as she descended to the hot springs, her powerful form casting long shadows in the moonlight.
Her emerald eyes gleamed with mischief as she playfully punched Kyoto's shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through him. "You just got your ass handed to you by a lazy goddess. How do you think you'll fare against someone who actually tries?"