The planet had long ago lost its original name. There are none alive now who care to think back that far into the past—into a world filled with turmoil and war and hate. They would dare not, no, care not to remember the world as it once had been.
Instead, they all marvel at the chromed splendor that it has become, with spires reaching to the sky and a reflection so bright that it shines as brilliantly as any star in the sky. No one dared to harm the planet now known as Nagisiti, because no one would dare ever face off against its glorious queen, the sorceress goddess that had taken such a barren planet and reshaped it in her image and her name.
And when she is not off among the cosmos, using her power to show off her might, the veritable titan of a woman is at home among her people, who devoted to her in every way.
On one particularly sunny day, Nagisiti finds herself floating from on high, a bright light amidst a sea of bright lights as it all reflects off of her shiny and smooth skin. She touches down in the middle of a park, where all eyes are upon her magnificent form. Her body is a silver sheen, reflective and pure. Her muscles are sculpted beyond most mortal comprehension--the pinnacle of physicality. Her hair flows over her shoulders in a sign of pure beauty. No one there can match her splendor nor her size, as even the most perfect of her followers is not as amazing as her.
No one remembers what they looked like before they ascended to a similar form of power and beauty as their goddess, shining and reflective and perfected in the sculpted form of the utmost health and desirability. It is good that there are so many that look so wonderful and are at the epitome of physical perfection because if there is one thing that rivals her splendor and her power, it is her libido.
Once landed, the goddess opens her arms wide, beckoning any who would join her to her embrace. Many get up from what they are doing. There is excitement in their rush toward her, but in this utopia, no one hurts another. No one tramples or pushes. That is because long ago they forgot, no, they were forbidden, to take such hostile action.
They had all forgotten, but Nagisiti has not. Such pathetic people the denizens of the world of her birth had been. So much strife was there that she had to work hard every day to survive in such environments in her youth.
But survive she did, and each victory was a learning experience. Never had there been a loss in this sorceress’s conquests, and that went from the smallest of creatures to the most powerful of wizards.
All of them now love her, 
From the approaching throng, Nagisiti points to one stunning male subject. He probably had been quite handsome even before she had taken him and molded him into the perfect pet. He steps up to her, opening his arms as well, stepping closer to her with a bright smile on his face.
More importantly, as he steps forward, his massive cock springs to life just at the idea of his goddess. The sorceress has to smile a little as he who had been one of the bad people who lived on this bad planet now had been spared, even if as a slave.
Nagisiti wraps her arms around him, wrapping him within her strong body, squeezing his cock between her thighs. With even those muscles, she can maneuver the pole up to its destination, feeling him fill her with a gentle warmth.
Nagisiti had always loved sex, especially the power it brings when conquering other beings. Unfortunately, though, things were not as splendid as they once were. Her subjects love her just as much as the day she conquered them, and her power had only grown.
If only there was some way to break the monotony?
He had finished in her a while ago, but she didn’t notice it. Huffing, she lets the servant fall to the ground, a smile on his face from his milked cock. She floats back up to her sky fortress, where she lounges at her tower. The magical mechanism she uses to search for new adventures swirls to life at a flick of her wrist, and she watches world after world after world, only to stop when she sees an intriguing sight. Two massively powerful individuals doing battle, while others are commenting on their bout. Suddenly, the green woman in Nagisiti’s glass slams the red man to the ground and she mounts him.
Nagisiti stares transfixed at the match and the astonishing display of power and sexuality from both of the combatants. How had she not heard of such a competition beforehand? She must, no, needs to learn more.
Focusing on this new plane, she travels there in an instant, for distances and realities are nothing to her and her mastery of magic. She floats above the spectators and the commentators, a stern look on her face. She folds her arms over her chest, which shows off the bulging of her arms and the squishing of her breasts, and she speaks to the ones sitting at the box, her voice a melodious thing more beautiful and far more terrible than any other voice ever heard. “I wish to learn more about this competition of yours,” Nagisiti begins, “and I shall enter, and win it.”
The two commentators look at each other, smiles spreading across their faces. One of them brings his microphone up to his mouth and lets his voice be heard throughout all the magical viewing community. “You heard it here first folks, we have ourselves a new challenger, and by the looks of her, this girl is going to be a shining example of might and beauty.
“Ma’am, can you tell us your name and a bit about what you want in this match?” says the second commenter.
She grabs the microphone with her mind, letting it float up to her. With this, she proclaims. “I am Nagisiti, and I am the new champion of this competition, and of the entire cosmos!
Across the multiverse, beings of supreme power face each other in a test of their skill and of their sexual prowess. Those who have reached beyond the level of deities, whose thirsts for power and carnal delights can no longer be sated by what the mortal world can offer come to the arena at the edge of the cosmos. To even survive the journey would require determination and skill far beyond what the most potent of archmagi are capable of, and yet, even fewer dare participate in the erotic brawls that participants partake in.
The first of the mighty two taking the challenge appears in a puff of red smoke. He towers over any human man, exerting the perfect masculinity. His red muscles ripple, and his grin spreads from ear to ear, causing his curled mustache to bounce. The only hair upon his scalp is a long black ponytail. He stands naked, as all challengers of the contest do, his massive cock hard and ready, shadowing the arena beneath him with its girth, a dollop of molten gold pre pearling at the tip of his impressive shaft.
“I am Jafar,” the being boasts, “A master of phenomenal cosmic power! The god-king of many worlds! Is there no one who can challenge my might in power and pleasure? I think not! But only the most powerful are willing to try. Who thinks they can even come close to matching my divine handsomeness and might!?”
“I dare!” echoes the multi-layered voice of his opponent. From the void of the night comes a shimmering, luminous being. Her very form reflects the light off of her in a dazzling display of reflection. Her hair falls over her shoulders in waves as she descends from above, her hands outstretched. Like her opponent, she is a mighty mountain of muscle, indeed, rippling in excitement as her toes touch down to the arena. “I am Nagisiti, the sorcerer queen!”
“I’ve heard of you, oh Nagisiti,” the genie laughs. “Oh so long ago, I too might have considered myself the most powerful of sorcerers. To claim you are a queen among them means you claim to be second to a genie. And you are but a mortal? How do you come to this place?”
“It is by the might of my spellwork and of my body,” Nagisiti says, one hand upon her hip and the other arm curling, showing off the goodness of her muscles. “I’ve trained myself to the limit that mortal beings can, and achieved a form that rivals the gods themselves.”
Jafar curls a finger around his beard, nodding. “Very impressive. No one has been able to reach such a form in the millennia that I’ve lived. You may be the first opponent to provide me a challenge.”
“A challenge is more than what you’ll get, genie” she says, turning away from him, her arms up over her head, showing off her rippling back muscles.
Jafar responds, frowning. “To even suggest I shall lose insults me. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, little girl.”
“Little!?” she snarls. “You’ll regret that insult, you--”
A moment later, and Jafar is right in front of her, standing a good two heads taller than the sorceress, her eyes barely able to look past his giant pectorals as he stands before her, his cock poking between her thighs. A moment after that, and the back of his hand slaps the woman warrior against the cheek, sending her flying. The fight has truly begun.
Nagisiti bounces across the stone ground of the arena, her mass causing cracks and craters as she passes. But she soon gets a hold of herself, gripping against the ground, the sheer force causing her fingers to dig deep through the smooth stone. She grits her teeth, her skin reflecting the gray of the arena, and she launches herself forward, screaming with wild fury.
Jafar’s golden eyes widen when he sees her approach, and he only has a moment to block her punch, crossing his arms over his face.
The impact sends him sliding back, his feet digging holes into the ground for a good minute before he’s able to retaliate, grabbing her by the hair and watching her with a stern gaze.
He punches her in the gut, her body contorting against the sheer force of the blow, spit flying out from her mouth.
She raises up and falls down by his feet, and he stomps right at her head, but she rolls out of the way.
“Impressive,” he mutters. “Any lesser creature would have died by now.” He says, just gawking. Then, he reveals a toothy grin. “This is the fight I’ve been waiting for all this time!”
Nagisiti launches up, her fist flying right towards his face. Jafar backs up just enough to feel the wind of the attack right by his nose, and as she rises, he wraps his arms around her body, bringing her form up against his, and throws her back in a stunning suplex!
The smoke rises up where the two of them made contact, only to whip around in a tornado fury. In the center of that tornado is the reflective form of the sorcerer queen herself, uninjured by the killer move of her opponent.
Debris and ash whirl around her, threatening to cut up anybody that was caught in the tornado around her, but a red arm reaches out from the storm, grabbing her by the face, covering it, and then slamming her down against the rubble that was the arena.
Jafar stands atop of her, breathing slowly, his hand still upon her face. Nagisiti lays sprawled out on the ground, and the two of them are pelted with the remaining rubble that falls from the broken tornado.
“Most impressive,” he repeats, licking his lips. “Never have I faced a woman that could keep me on my toes… and you’re not done yet, are you…?”
Nagisiti lays in the ruins of the arena, her silver skin unmarred by the dust resting all around her. Her breasts rise and fall as she lays on the ground, Jafar’s hand against her face. “N… no… I can… still win…” she breathes, gripping onto the ground.
Jafar’s wide grin never leaves him. “Oh, is that so, oh great Nagisiti? By all means, show me that you are capable of more than being my punching bag and I can-what!?”
She grabs onto his wrist and flings him away. Her speed and strength are quite prodigious. A moment later, the shining silver woman leaps forward towards him, shoving the genie against the ground, pinning him down herself.
“Bravo!” Jafar grunts, struggling underneath her. “But where is your theatricality? What is power without putting on a bit of a show, hm?”
“What kind of show?” Nagisiti asks, leaning in close to him.
That’s when she feels the prodding member press up against her. His giant cock rubbing up in between her thighs. The powerful muscle twitches and pushes her, and the powerful woman lets out a squeak of delight at the feeling and his control of it. “Y… you are quite masterful…” she sighs.
“What more is there to do for all eternity but perfect my skills in all things?” Jafar says. “Now, why don’t you get a chance to see what it’s actually like to be in the presence of a god!”
With that, he flexes his muscles, making her grip falter, and then he grabs her arms, rolling her over onto the ground. His cock rests between the two of them. “This little game is only just beginning, sorceress. I think it’s time you show the world how much you really can endure!”
“I-Impossible!” she croaks. “How did you-?”
Jafar stands up, holding a hand out towards her, his grin never leaving his face. “Oh, my power exceeds yours only because you limit yourself to the limits of human knowledge.”
He grabs her wrist, squeezing hard. With a yank, he brings her up to her knees, grabbing her by the cheeks.
With that, he shakes his hips, his cock tapping against her cheek. With a twist of her arm, she gasps, only to feel the head of the thing press up against her lips.
“Mmgh!?”
“You’ve trained your body to be so large and powerful,” he says. “Most human women would die to have my cock… well, they would die by having my full-sized cock, the fragile things they are. Let’s see if you’re better than that!”
Holding onto her arm, he grasps onto her other one, lifting it up, a foot pushing against her legs to keep her down. Now so pinned by him, she can do nothing but take that massive member as he thrusts his hips forward.
Nagisiti’s mouth opens wide, her body reflecting red in the silveryness as he pushes himself closer, thrusting and grunting into her with no heed for her well-being. If she’s worth keeping around, she’ll take it like a champ.
She coughs and spits as she takes on the massive dong. Her cheeks puff out from the exertion, and then thick meat sliding down into her makes her throat bulge.
But she can handle it well, as her throat constricts around the thing, not by any reflex, but by her own actions. The genie chuckles. “Oh, yes. That’s the body of a mortal woman, indeed, but one that can endure my fucking.” he closes his eyes, thrusting his hips into her with pleased grunts and groans. The delight of having such a powerful and sexy opponent being able to jerk him off from inside his body is a delight he never thought he would experience in all of his years. So, the actions urge him to go further, to go deeper, and to slap his balls right up against her face.
Jafar pants, laughing as he bounces onto her, sticking that dick all the way deep into her. Nagisiti grips onto his arms, letting out low groans herself, staring into his yellow eyes, challenging him, even though he is in the driver’s seat now.
But all good things must come to an end, and with the best throat fucking of his life following such an intense battle, Jafar cannot help himself but let go—let go of her arms and to let his cum shoot out into her.
Again her cheeks puff, filled with his hot cream, but his cock and his cum explode out of her face, golden goo running down along her cheeks and down her chin as he stumbles back, oozing from the excess stuff that he tried to fill her with.
Nagisiti doubles over, rubbing her throat, coughing up more of his sperm.
“Very good,” he says, his smile so wide as to show off all of his teeth. “Now, I shall fuck you here and now, and I shall claim you as my slave!”
Wiping her chin, Nagisiti picks herself up. “I’ll show you who is a slave, Jafar,” she growls, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists.
The genie’s cock rises up once more, his arm underneath the giant, dripping thing for support. “Very well, then, use that energy as I plow you senseless, woman!”
Nagisiti raises her arms beside herself, channeling the great magical energy that only a supreme sorceress could muster. The light from her hands reflects off of her silvery skin, creating a dancing light show that fills the arena and dances within Jafar’s vision.
As she raises her arms, she sways her hips, her muscled body dancing before the ancient being, reminding him of the erotic dancers that had once been a treat for himself when he was rising to power. Waves of old, nostalgic desire rise up within him—this is a woman who would do anything to achieve her victory, even demean herself to a show for a being that is much more clearly her superior.
All of these thoughts weave through his mind, and all of them supply a stronger and stiffer erection for the genie. Molten golden sperm oozes out from the tip of his cock. As she moves her body, letting the light and shadow bounce off of every crease of might that her muscles provide, he realizes that this is no mere woman—no mere whore.
And yet, he wants, no needs, to fuck her.
As a  man possessed, Jafar leaps at her, knocking her down with physical might. He clamps his fingers around her shoulder, holding her down.
She smiles up at him, even as she struggles against his power to push herself back up. But, he is too powerful, and he holds her down.
Nagisiti bites her lip, her own desire welling up deep within her. This is no longer just a battle—no, and this desire comes from something so strange and alien to her, and nonetheless compelling. This pure power that this cosmic being has… it’s frightening. For the first time in a long time, she feels excitement and terror.
When he slides his cock inside of her, even her vaginal muscles fight him. His mighty serpent flexes and expands, forcing his cock down deeper into her tight snatch.
Jafar has never had such a challenge just to sink his dick into a woman before. The more she willingly resists, the harder his penis becomes. The sensitivity this generates makes his vision cloud in his desire, and he braces himself, pulling back, thrusting with harder and harder conviction against her tight walls.
She can take the punishment from him, and in fact, she enjoys every attack that comes from him. It’s an amazing feeling, to see that this powerful entity wants her so much that he would put all of his strength into the thrust.
Around them, the ground cracks, and the heat rises. Magic and physical might build up around them, sending a crackling of electricity and mana throughout the air. Grunts of exertion and sighs of pleasure weave throughout the cosmic arena, making this finale to the battles the both of them breezed through worth every monotonous encounter up until this point.
Jafar wraps his arms around her shoulders, bringing Nagisiti in against himself, squishing chest against chest as his groan reverberates through her body. The two of them feel their moment of climax come at once, and the two of them erupt in an explosion, literal and figurative.
As rocks and debris shoot out around the air, he shoots off into her, shooting spurts and spurts of his shiny supernatural seed into her snatch. The oozy gold rests inside of her. But it is so much that it shoots out of her, staining her hips and thighs and rolling down onto the ground aside from her in a puddle of power.
Jafar pulls out, oozing out his cock before he flops off to the side, his golden eyes staring into her silver.
Nagisiti stares up in the sky, her arms out to the side, her stomach swollen with his seed. Her fingers twitch and her shoulders lift just a bit before falling back down. “W… what did… how… how am I… defeated?”
Jafar’s grin returns to him, and he runs a finger through her hair. “Oh, my dear sorceress,” he coos. “You didn’t think that my phenomenal cosmic power was all in my muscles, did you? No, you see, I am a genie, and what does a genie do but grant wishes?”
“W… what?”
He picks himself up, showing no signs of fatigue as he gets onto one knee and then pushes himself up, standing high over her, but holding his hand out. “You wished to achieve the greatest power in all of the multiverses, and I shall grant that to you. You can’t get it by besting me in combat, and thus I won.”
“What do you… know that…?”
He smirks. “I’ve been quite enamored with your skill, Nagisiti. Join me, and as my apprentice, we shall bring to the cosmos a new magnitude of power that the greatest of the gods shy away from. The two most powerful beings in all of existence, working together by day and pleasing each other by night—what greater accomplishment is there?”
All of Nagasiti’s life, she had fought against things tougher than her and bested them. Never had she ever looked up to anyone or any god. But with his hand outstretched to her, she cannot help but squeal in excitement. For the first time, she has someone to look up to--someone to be a role model in all things power and magic, and he picked her, only her, to be his!
He grips her with a strong, painful grip, and he pulls her up to stand. “You are mine now, by right of conquest. That is my reward for defeating you, and don’t you forget it.”
“One of these days, Jafar,” she says, “I hope I might  surpass you.”
“Perhaps,” Jafar says, stroking his finger under his chin. “I doubt it, but I am most interested in seeing you try.”
With that, the two grip each other’s hands, their muscles bulging and fighting one another. Even in defeat, Nagisiti is not one to back down.
Jafar wouldn’t have it any other way.
And so, the two disappear in a blast of magical teleportation, ready to begin their new venture as the most powerful, and most sexual, master and apprentice.