Zelda Kimson vs Moon Goddess

The hands were too numerous and small to be easily grabbed, and certainly not all of them. Zelda would quickly clench her legs down again on the goddess' neck while she's distracted, then press her will downward to center the numerous little hands to grope and creep over her womanhood in particular, tugging at her bottoms in the process in what Zelda, a bit desperately, wished would pull or tear it off.

Luna moaned as she had some trouble breathing with Zelda putting pressure onto her neck. To make matters worse her bottoms were tearing from all the hands tugging at it.

Zelda would fail to see any problem with things as the little hands pulled most of her bottoms away, the invisible force starting to slip inside the goddess' womanhood. Zelda gave a soft, nonsensical chant, trying to urge a soothing sensation into Moon as the perverted magic massaged at her inner womanhood.

Moon struggled agianst the lust that was slowly taking her over. She still was not going to give up. Moon grabbed Zelda's legs and tried to pry her off.

"Nnng!" Zelda kept her hold on as best she could, but the goddess outmatched her in strength. She kept her concentration on holding the spell together instead, but her legs were flung off easily, leaving her offbalance and vulnerable for a moment as she tried to scramble to her feet.

It took Moon Goddess a few seconds to get to her feet the hands made her very aroused. She stood up and covered her bare groin.

Zelda cursed quietly under her breath as the goddess covered her mound, blocking the spell's direct access. She cut it off rather than risk her concentration, smiling her black-painted lips at her coyly. "What's wrong? Didn't think goddess bodies and modesty went together," she teased, motioning at the blocking Moon.

Moon blushed heavily. "I rather not expose vulnerable parts to my enemy" she snapped back not taking the bait.

"Ah, a coward," Zelda said almost in a flattering way. "Fine by me. All the easier."

She'd fold her hands and start to chant slowly in nonsense, the patterns of her tattoos glowing and flowing gently. If she was allowed the precious seconds, she would make them slowly reach out like a tendril before lashing out and grabbing for Moon's leg to drag her to the mat.

She was taken down into the mat when the tendrils grabbed her leg and pulled her towards Zelda. She uncovered her mound and tried to claw the mat attempting to slow down the dragging