George finally leaves the center of the crowd and unexpectedly makes his way over to me."Ah, there you are," he says. "I've been looking for you."I raise an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Oh? And why is that?"He leans in closer. "Because I have a special surprise for you," he whispers.He points out one of the three beds. While Sasha and Stella are there, bound to the ceiling by ropes, Bree and Naomi treat them somewhat badly.“Not my fault you decided to test the ropes,” Bree giggles as she smacks their asses with a paddle.I grin as I notice that Stella has clamps on her nipples, and Bree is going to put more on even more sensitive spots.“Damn,” I say, watching the show.“Better go there and get your own paddle,” George laughs. “I would have done that already, if not for your stingy boundaries.”I nod and walk to the bed. As I sit down on the edge, the girls turn their heads and see me watching them."David," Naomi purrs, her voice low and husky. With a pouting, innocent face, s
My plan works wonders. System describes the Challengers one by one, and I imagine them in my head. After I have a clear mental picture of them, I can summon them to our celebration using my Mental Fabricator power. If you believe System, they are essentially transported in an instant. Neither of them seems annoyed by the disturbance. With so many aroused, naked women around, their biggest dilemma is just which one to fuck first. “Come here with those ripe apples.” One of them grabs a woman, pawing her tits and pressing her against a wall. [We have to send them back to their realm before the sexual energy levels drop. If that happens, we won’t be able to veil their displacement in space, and the Goddess will know what we’re up to] I don’t know how much longer I can last. Soon, I’ll finish, and a break is a must. [The newcomers are also integrating into our orgy, fucking and participating in kinks. Their presence thus contributes to sexual energy levels. You can ease up for a bit]
I collapse onto the nearest available surface in Stella's cozy living room, exhaustion weighing down every muscle in my body. The others follow suit, plopping down on the couch, bed, and floor, all equally spent from the events of the night."Whew, what a wild ride!" Stella sighs, stretching out like a contented cat. The widow sprawls all over the couch. "I don't know about you all, but I could use a week-long nap right about now.""Tell me about it," Bree groans, rubbing her temples. "I feel like I just ran a marathon while juggling flaming swords."Sasha lets out a tired chuckle. "Flaming swords? That's a new one, Bree. Maybe you should stick to daggers."I can't help but grin at their banter despite the weariness threatening to consume me. But I know we can't afford to rest for long. We still have a lot of work to do, and not much time remains. I told the other Challengers to be ready in two weeks, and I still didn’t have an actual plan."Hey, guys," I start, sitting up slightly t
Sasha and Bree set off to retrieve the Opaline Prisms. Stella and Naomi hover around me, their brows furrowed in concentration as we discuss the finer details of our plan with System."So, if Sasha manages to find the gemstones we need, how long until she returns?" Stella asks, her voice tinged with concern.I scratch my head, trying to estimate the time it would take for Sasha and Bree to scour her shack for the Opaline Prisms. “We should give Sasha at least a few hours because, knowing her, she'll probably become distracted by some shiny object or antiquated artifact.”“Or she and Bree will get distracted by each other.” Naomi chuckles softly. "I suppose we'll just have to be patient and trust that Sasha will come through for us."“It might take even a few days if there are no Opaline Prisms at her shack and she has to go dig inside a cave, barter, or steal some. In the meantime, we need to make sure we're prepared for when she gets back," I reply, rubbing my hands together in antic
“What size do you want your cock to be?” I ask with a mischievous smirk.Bree chuckles. "Oh, surprise me. I'm feeling adventurous today."I focus on manifesting the strap-on, calling upon my Mental Fabricator skills to create a perfect phallus for Bree. As the ethereal energy coalesces into a tangible form, a sleek and realistic-looking strap-on materializes in her hand.Her eyes widen in delight as she examines the toy, testing its weight and feel with a grin. "Impressive craftsmanship, David. Let's put this to good use, shall we?"With a seductive sway of her hips, Bree reaches the lone copper clasp of her bra. The metal glints softly in the ambient light, a subtle shimmer against the smooth expanse of her cleavage. As she unfastens the clasp with practiced ease, the bra loosens its hold, releasing the firm curves and contours of her breasts. They emerge like twin treasures, their delicate flesh begging to be groped.The garment slips effortlessly from her shoulders, revealing the
How many men can brag about dying fucking a woman less than half his age in a parking lot? I could, if I weren’t dead, of course. At sixty years old, my dick could still get harder than a stripper pole. Alas, though, my magnificent manliness is what ended up doing me in, because despite my cock being ready and willing, my heart just couldn’t keep up. It’s funny in a cosmically fucked up kind of way… I’d spent my entire life not knowing I had a heart, only for it to make itself known by cockblocking me through cardiac arrest. “Daddy?! Daddy?!” A panicked voice with daddy issues was the last thing I heard before a deafening crack. Then silence. Blackness. Nothingness. Fuck! No women after death? I mean, come on! I can take the fires of hell as long as there are feisty succubus and the likes servicing me from time to time. With an electric buzz, a blue screen materialized in front of me. Letters scrawl across the display: “Game over!” I feel someone watching me, causing my metap
If you ever die and wake up with a system, remember: no matter what happens, ALWAYS avoid pissing it off. Your life depends on it. Literally! That is the first lesson I learned the hard way. I won’t bore you with all the details of the crappy life Wrenn Dorn had before I arrived. He has a sobby backstory that will take me forever to explain the depths of it all. Just know that he— I —is a nobody. A nobody with a lot of muscles. I stand in front of a forge, surrounded by smoldering coals and glowing red-hot metal. The sound of fire crackles and pops as the metal melts. Raising the hammer above my head, I stare at the veins bulging out from my muscles. The hammer has always been Wrenn’s best friend— his only friend. He loves it as much as I love women, and that’s what I call the difference between a boy and a man. Despite his muscular build, Wrenn is still a boy. Barely reaching nineteen this year, he never had a girlfriend or even a fling. The one time he liked a girl, it was
On Kerenza, once the sun no longer shines on the sky, the temperature drops in the blink of an eye. Yes, I used to pass my time writing lame rhymes when I had nothing better to do. Sometimes it helped with a certain kind of ladies. Sometimes it did not. While I trudged on the slope to the top of the hill, I kept the cold at bay. Now, as the widow’s house comes into view and the ground is flat under my feet, the chilly breeze makes me gather tightly around me the bear coat I’m wearing over my shoulders. The sword is safely sheathed in its scabbard and rests hanging from a girdle I put around my waist. By the time I knock at the widow’s door, the darkness has settled, and the smell of rain permeates the air. I’m tired and bored. I have to end this errand quick, find a tavern, and a wench with big tits cascading over the cleavage as I’ve seen in the movies. Yeah, that would make my day. No time to waste with an old widow.As soon as the door creaks open, I yank the sword free from t