Granberia had tried to fight. The goddess, with Alipheese, the other Heavenly Knights, and even the legendary Lilith Sisters added to her power and her body, was powerful; but Granberia was a warrior to the core, and she would never surrender.

But Granberia couldn't keep up. She was too fast and too strong for the dragonkin to have a chance. It was obvious that Ilias was merely toying with her, but even then, she moved so fast that she was practically cloning herself, and her lightest touch, even against Granberia's armor, was enough to send her body into a frenzy.

Still, she remained resolute, feet planted on the ground in a wide stance as Ilias utterly toyed with her, humiliated her. She knew all too well where to strike...Surely, that was something she had acquired after eating Alma. The way her nine fluffy tails opened and closed, and the fact that she had Alma's cape, all pointed to this fact.

It was difficult to stand straight when every touch seemed to drain your body of all its strength. Indeed, after only a few minutes of this farce of combat, she was left shaking, her grip on her sword trembling, her knees faltering, her breaths shuddering, her face sweating.

Then, she attacked. With her sword ablaze, she flailed wildly at the goddess; gone were the calculated, rapid strokes she had trained to take all her life. Gone was any semblance of the proud warrior. There was only a desperate woman, fighting until she dropped.

And drop she did. Her body was too drained to adjust to the momentum of the swing, and her sword only just scraped the mountain of paunchy flesh that was Ilias's stomach. The sword fell from her grasp.

And Ilias fell atop her. The heavenly pillows of her chest, the marshmallow-soft mountain of her gut, the juicy thickness of her thighs, all at once smothered Granberia, pinned her to the ground. She was too weak to push Ilias off, and even through her armor, she could feel just how plush the goddess had become.

Ilias lowered her face to Granberia's ear, and sighed a hot, sensual sigh. Her pheromone-laden breath tickled Granberia's face, and practically forced itself against her nose and tongue. The dragonkin's reaction was instant; her body siezed and thrashed (at least the best that it could), her voice moaned higher and higher until it was a shrill, shrieking crescendo, and her body temperature skyrocketed. Granberia could feel her pussy clenching and dripping with juices against her will, as if she were trying to milk a man of cum.

She had reached Critical Ecstasy. Ilias pressed her body down harder, completely enveloping everything below the neck with her fat body. "You feel this, don't you?" She whispered, her breath, her voice continuing to sieze Granberia's body with orgasmic pleasure. "My perfect body...Able to make even you submit with but a well-spoken word. It's all thanks to the rest of your kind that I've eaten, you know?" The goddess reached her arms beneath her own chest, and put them at Granberia's waist. Like a river splitting into streams only to rejoin itself, her hands phased cleanly through her armor, and rested against the warrior's well-developed abs.

"Y-You're...A slime, t-too...?"

"But...It's not perfect yet," the goddess conceded. "I have no control over fire...And my physical strength is nearly all augmentation. But you. I can tell just from feeling your stomach...You're strong," and then she grinned, "and your control over the untamable element is enviable. Only after I add you to my body will I have achieved perfection." The goddess shifted her body, and soon, Granberia felt her legs being bent at the knee, and sliding into someplace warm, wet, and tight. "Cooperate if you want. It will be less painful for you. But if you resist...Well, all the more fun for me."

A wet schlrk started to drag Granberia to her demise, as the goddess leaned back, and let her pussy do the work for her. Predictably, Granberia fought. She did her best to kick her legs in the tight, constricting hole; but, of course, to no avail. With frantic movements, she tried to dig her hands into the ground, tried to crawl away, all while she cried for salvation. She was only pulled in closer to her salvation. During it all, she fought her body's own orgasms, the desperate adrenaline rush keeping her mind at least somewhat clear, as the pink haze of lust tried to obscure her survival instincts.

As Ilias's pussy effortlessly swallowed up Granberia's birth-giving hips, the dragonkin finally tried to reach for her sword. Shoving her fingers into the ground, she did her best to try and pull herself out, while her other arm, fingers stretched, attempted to grab her blade.

To her credit, she managed to pull Ilias's mammoth weight along for a couple feet - but no ground in regards to actually escaping. "Now now~" The goddess cooed, placing a hand on Granberia's head. "None of that."

"N-No...!" Granberia cried, bracing herself by putting her hand against Ilias's asscheek. A brief moment of weakness made her consider giving in - and that cost her another six inches of life. "This...Can't..!"

The goddess shivered in pleasure as she grabbed one of her heaving udders with a free hand, her other remaining on Granberia's face. "Goodbye, Granberia."

And with one simple push, the dragonkin left the world lit by the Sun, and entered the womb, lit by Ilias's natural radiance. As the goddess toyed with her own body, Granberia watched herself melt into juices, and meld with the walls of Ilias's uterus. She could cry all she want - but no sound could hope to escape Ilias's body, so padded it was by layers of fat so thick that Granberia didn't even show.

Thus she died, as Ilias, now with the green, scaly limbs once owned by the dragonkin, came just by playing with her own leaking tits. The only evidence of what had transpired this day would be the armor squeezed out in the orgasm, covered with juices so thickly-laced with divine pheromones that anyone else for miles around would be unable to help masturbating and cumming until they perished.

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And so, the last of the Shitenno has died. What more can be said?

Art done by  Ecchipandaa. Story written by me. Special thanks to  Prometheus003 for the idea of giving her slime hair, which can be seen here! (Her tails, however, are still fluffy, not slimy.)

But geez, this tubster sure is getting big, isn't she?