Mumei, the Council knew, was created by the hopes and wishes of mankind. While she wasn't as powerful as the rest ofthem, she was indeed proof that humanity had the power to influence the gods.
Fortunately, they were unfocused, and thus didn't manage to accomplish much.
Unfortunately, with their debuts, the Council was now subject to a lot more direct human contact than before.
It was hard on all of them, in different ways—Baelz, at least, flourished, revelling in the chaos of the human prayers, but the others weren't so lucky.
Kronii got the worst of it. Her outfit didn't help, of course, but her 'fans' were very insistent on a very specific view of her.
One that was beginning to influence her more and more.
Her libido was rising, lately. Before, she masturbated maybe once every week. Once every two weeks, if she was busy.
Now, it was once a day—sometimes twice, if she was extremely frustrated.
Wherever she looked, idiots were screaming about how much they wanted to have sex with her—about how amazing her body was, and how it would feel in their hands.
She hated seeing it, at first, but as their relentless words wore away at her conceptual core, things shifted.
Now, she frequented the darkest corners of the internet, a dark pleasure filling her as she read people describing how much they wanted to violate her.
How much they wanted to pull her down from her pedestal as a warden of time and turn her into little more than a common whore, filling her holes and abusing her body until they were spent.
The crowd would be endless, clamoring for her touch or for her kiss, hands roaming over her body, their seed coating her skin and defiling her irrevocably.
Kronii cums explosively, screaming out her pleasure as her hips buck, imagining life not as the warden of time, but as some depraved goddess of sex.
Maybe it wasn't as gross as she thought, seeing all these posts…