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]

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

Sighs and contented hums fill the space. Stella, Sasha, and Bree are completely drained after having cummed. Sasha in Stella’s mouth, Stella around Bree’s fake cock, and Bree seems to have a knack for anal. Though I’d bet she’d say no if I’d ask. That’s if I’d still be alive. Hehe!After Bree finishes, she turns over onto her back with her strapon still in place, but this time it is pointed upwards. She has Stella and Sasha on her left, and I remain standing next to the bed, unsure which one to pick to push me to the finish line.Naomi, who lacked any proper action beyond kissing and groping, crawls toward Bree. Her fingers decisively circle around the faux cock.“I want to know how it feels,” she says, biting her lower lip.Before you know it, she saddles over Bree, her hand expertly guiding the tip of the strapon to her entrance. A satisfying moan ignites in her throat, and she closes her eyes as she lowers her body, taking in the entire length of the cock.My own member twitches w

The presence of Sasha’s voice in my head — one that is not System's — is incredibly peculiar. However, there is no time to contemplate the situation.As the darkness fades, the eerie half-light of Limbo reveals the Goddess’ throne made of skulls — each one grinning in eternal mockery. Their hollow eyes seem to follow me. Shadows dance across the barren landscape, flickering like restless souls searching for peace around the portals.Her fingers tap rhythmically on the armrests, creating an eerie melody that echoes through the void. But, despite her terrifying appearance, there’s that undeniable, twisted allure to her. Every inch of her body radiates a dark, seductive energy. Her full breasts are barely kept in check by the bony fingers bra.Even a blind ninety-year-old monk would have stopped to stare. If he weren’t blind, I mean. Shitty brain! What a stupid metaphor…“Well, well, well,” she purrs, her voice like the rustle of dry leaves. “Back so soon, David?”“Hey there,” I say, for

My girls and I stand at a safe distance away, watching as the mob of angry challengers surrounds the now-powerless Goddess. It’s like watching a pack of wolves descend on a lone deer, and for a moment, I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.“David, are you sure this is the best way?” Stella asks, her voice laced with concern as she clings to my arm, her breasts wapped around my biceps through her thin blouse’s fabric.“Trust me, Stella; she deserves every bit of this,” I reply, my eyes never leaving the scene before us. “She’s tormented and manipulated us for long enough.”Naomi nods in agreement. “She needs to understand what it feels like to be powerless and at someone else’s mercy.”“To be truthful,” Bree starts, licking her upper lip. “In my opinion, this is more like a reward than a punishment.”The others look at her, eyes wide.“What?” She shrugs. “Just look over there.”She points to the Goddess right when the bulky barbarian slides his furry tabard to one side to reveal his eno