In a flash of light, the blade sliced through the dark blue belt with a sound that echoed through the chamber like a gunshot. Her pants fell away, revealing a scrap of fabric that barely covered her most intimate area. It was a thong, a reminder of her mischievous past, and it clung to her round, firm ass like a second skin. She had chosen it to be both comfortable and alluring, but now it served as a testament to her vulnerability in this intense battle.
Cheeail's purple eyes narrowed as she glared at Kyoto, her white hair fluttering around her face like a halo of wrath. Her green skin, a stark contrast to the blue of the chamber's light, was dotted with beads of sweat that glistened like distant stars. Her breasts, firm and large, bounced slightly with the impact of the failed attack, and her abs rippled as she prepared for his next move. Despite the embarrassment and anger, a strange warmth spread through her, a mix of arousal and battle lust.
Her pants now shredded, she stood before him in the skimpiest of attire, leaving little to the imagination. Her thighs, strong from millennia of combat, flexed and quivered, the muscles tightening like coiled serpents ready to strike. Her ass, round and powerful, was a testament to her divine heritage, and it wiggled slightly as she shifted her stance, trying to regain her composure. The sight of her barely-covered body only served to amplify the electricity in the air, the tension palpable as she faced her opponent.
Kyoto smirked, his eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and desire. "I'll take that as a challenge, Goddess," he said, his voice low and rumbling like distant thunder. His own Saiyan physique, honed from years of destruction and debauchery, was a vision of power and virility. His abs rippled as he took a step closer to her, the air crackling with energy.
Cheelai's gaze remained defiant, yet a flicker of excitement danced in her eyes. "Bring it, Kyoto," she taunted, her voice dripping with seduction. She knew the thrill of battle could often be a precursor to even more intense pleasures. The anticipation of feeling his legendary Saiyan cock inside her was almost as tantalizing as the promise of victory.
With a sultry smile, Cheelai raised her hand, and from the palm of her slender fingers, two thin, crimson-hued ki beams shot forth, homing in on Kyoto like the gaze of a predator. Kyoto's smirk faltered for a split second as the beams connected, piercing through the air with a hiss. He took the hit with a grunt, his body momentarily enveloped in a burst of light and energy.
Before Kyoto could even begin to recover from the first volley, Cheelai unleashed another six beams in rapid succession, each one a blur of power and precision. They struck him like a whip made of pure energy, leaving trails of crackling electricity across his body. Kyoto's muscles tensed as he absorbed the blows, his eyes narrowing in a mix of surprise and arousal. The pain served only to fuel his desire to conquer the alluring Goddess of Destruction.
"Alright, that's it," Kyoto growled, his voice deep and rumbling with newfound intensity. "This isn't a game anymore." He took a deep breath, his aura flaring a brilliant shade of blue. His eyes flashed with determination as he focused all his power into a single, tiny point in the palm of his hand. The air around it began to quiver, a stark contrast to the serene silence that had descended upon the chamber.
With a flick of his wrist, Kyoto sent the small, seemingly innocuous ball of white energy hurtling towards Cheelai. It grew as it approached her, swelling into a monstrous sphere that seemed to devour everything in its path. The chamber's lighting flickered as the energy built up, the pressure palpable even to Fasha and Gine, who watched with bated breath. The ball grew so large that it seemed to envelop Cheelai entirely, and when it finally made contact, it exploded in a cataclysmic blast. The force of the impact was so intense that it obliterated the last vestiges of Cheelai's clothing, leaving her utterly naked and vulnerable before him.
Fasha and Gine's training clothes weren't spared either. The shockwave from Kyoto's attack sent their garments flying off, revealing their untouched, divine forms. Fasha's pink eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of Kyoto's power, her firm, round breasts bouncing slightly from the blast's force. Gine's gentle gasp was lost in the cacophony, her soft, pale skin now exposed as the fabric of her clothing disintegrated. Her large, perky breasts stood proudly, her pink aura fluttering around her as she stared at Kyoto, her heart racing with a mix of awe and excitement.
The explosion's light faded, revealing Cheelai sprawled on the floor, her body a canvas of bruises and burns. Her once-covered breasts were now bare, her voluptuous curves on full display. Despite the pain, she managed to look up at Kyoto with a smoldering gaze, her lips curling into a seductive smile. Her green skin was flushed with arousal, and she could feel the heat of the battle lust coiling in the pit of her stomach. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by desire and the thrill of combat.
Kyoto, unfazed by the destruction, chuckled darkly. "You should see the look on your face," he teased, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I call that little trick the 'Snowball of Doom'. It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
Cheelai's smile morphed into a smoldering glare. "Corny," she spat out, pushing herself up from the ground. Her green skin glowed with an intensity that mirrored the anger in her voice. "And as for this fight, it's barely begun."
With a roar that echoed across the planet, Kyoto lunged at her. His powerful legs propelled him through the air, and he connected with a brutal kick to her gut. Cheelai's breath left her in a whoosh, and she was sent flying backward, her body tumbling through the air before she crashed into the earth with a tremor. Her eyes watered from the pain, but she refused to show weakness.
"You think this fight is over?" Kyoto's deep, rumbling laughter filled the space around them. "I've barely gotten started."
He took a step forward, the ground trembling beneath his massive boots. "But I do like your enthusiasm," he said, his eyes gleaming with the light of the setting suns. "It's been a while since I've had a good spar."
Fasha and Gine watched, their breaths bated as they held onto their clothing, which barely clung to their bodies. The tension between Kyoto and Cheelai was palpable, thick with unspoken desires and the promise of an explosive finale. Fasha's pink eyes narrowed, her tail swishing behind her with agitation. Gine's breathing grew heavier, her cheeks flushed as she took in the scene before her.