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Devi's Submission

by @jha
1 chapters
~3 min read

After her army falls, the warrior goddess Durga Devi is captured by the rakshasi commander and her pack. Bound by the sorceress’s glowing runes, she is pinned beneath the brute’s stone fists while Visha’s forked tongue traces her golden skin. The commander’s cruel authority delivers punishment with straps and iron, breaking the goddess’s blazing third eye into submission.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

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Durga Devi

A fierce warrior goddess with four arms, each holding a divine weapon — trident, discus, sword, and lotus. Her skin glows with golden radiance, her third eye blazing with unspent fury as she faces the rakshasi army that has cornered her.

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Rakshasi Commander

A towering demoness with crimson skin, curved horns, and fanged grin, her muscular body armored in black iron. She leads the rakshasi pack with cruel authority, her yellow eyes fixed on the captured goddess with predatory hunger.

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Rakshasi Lieutenant Visha

A lithe, serpentine rakshasi with scales along her arms and a forked tongue that flicks when she smiles. She moves with liquid grace, her twin curved daggers already bloodied from the battle.

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Rakshasi Brute

A massive, hulking demoness with gray stone-like skin and fists the size of boulders, her body covered in battle scars. She grunts rather than speaks, her small red eyes gleaming with simple, brutal hunger.

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Rakshasi Sorceress

A hooded rakshasi with dark indigo skin and glowing purple runes etched into her arms, her fingers crackling with binding magic. She chants in an ancient tongue, weaving the ropes of energy that pin the goddess down.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

1

First Claim

Durga Devi lies bound on the stone altar the sorceress raised from the cracked earth, her golden armor unlatched and pulled away in pieces. The commander's claw traces the exposed curve of the goddess's shoulder, leaving a thin line of blood that beads against her glowing skin. Visha's scaled fingers work the last strap of the breastplate free, her forked tongue tasting the air as the brute forces Durga's thighs apart with a grunt. The sorceress's runes pulse, pinning the goddess's third eye shut, and the commander's voice rasps low as she leans in, her fangs grazing the hollow of Durga's throat. The first hand closes between her legs, and the goddess's back arches against the stone.