Sasha and Bree are also on the grass, one on our left and the other on our right. They both pleasure themselves, watching how I'm having fun with Stella. Her walls tighten around my cock, wrapping it in a warm delight. As she moans her orgasm, I lean over her and, still pounding her, I ask, “Where do you want me to cum?”Her moans drown out what she is trying to say, the meaning of which is lost in her ecstatic state. Wanting her to focus, I grab her by the hair and raise her chin. “Answer me, slut. Where do you want me to cum?” "As a scientist, I feel compelled to test it, to taste it," she says, blushing more than when I call her a slut. Already edging my release, I pull out and move to straddle her and get my cock over her face, leaving no room for her to move or draw back. She willingly opens her mouth, and I shove it in, beyond the narrow passage of her throat. And I start thrusting as I previously did inside her cunt.The first spurt of my semen lands in her throat, and I co
The decision is quite simple for a simple man like me. I start from left to right, with the widow being the first one. And I take my time indulging in the pleasure that comes from her inner walls clutching me tight in their embrace as if they’d like to trap me inside her. When her moans fill the inner garden, I pull out of the widow and sink into Sasha, the next in line. I feel her hot flesh surrounding my cock as I fuck her. As her climax approaches, she tightens her walls around me, causing me to groan with pleasure. Two down and two more to go. I move to Stella. In an attempt to shoot down two birds with one stone, I shove two fingers inside Bree at the same time as my cock fills Stella. I go strong from the start, my hips and my right hand working in tandem to push them over the edge. Soon, Stella's head is thrown back, and she is screaming, “More, sir. Please, fuck me more!”Since she is almost there, my attention shifts to Bree. Surprisingly, she’s not even close to being don
“Why did you bring us back so fast?” Sasha asks in a tired voice as she collapses onto the mattress.“Yeah! The air, the grass… Everything feels so good there… Wherever that was…” Stella complains, sinking down next to Sasha.Naomi pushes her away gently and huddles next to them, yawning. I guess all the excitement and orgasms of the day have caught up to them.Bree, wanting to appear the toughest of the bunch, sits down on a chair and crosses her arms. She’s not one to hide her feelings, and she's glaring at me with an intensity that matches the gleam of her daggers. "Explain yourself," she demands. "Why did you whisk us away from that heavenly place and back to Stella's room? And why on Kerenza are you keeping her from joining our harem? I still don't get it."I take a deep breath, trying to put my thoughts into words. "Look, girls, it's not that I don't want Stella to join our harem. It's just that the situation is more complicated than you think. When I first arrived here, my ne
“But how do we find the other people who are in the same boat as you? The other Challenge participants?” Bree questions, her eyebrows furrowing. "It’s not like we’d get chance encounters with them considering they are spread throughout multiple worlds." I pause for a moment, contemplating her words. "We'll need to devise a plan," I respond confidently and turn to Sasha. "Do you think you could teleport us to them?”“Maybe…” She looks quite worried about her capabilities. “And only if I know exactly where they are. It was very difficult to find you. Doing that for Gods know how many times? It might take ages without any results.”“Maybe your system can help us,” the widow suggested, her voice calm as usual. [I can sense other systems tied to the Challenge participants, but that happens when they are in close proximity. I’m not knowledgeable about any enhancements to boost my sensors]This leaves us with no options, right?[Well, if multiple systems join forces, they can get exponenti
The muffled sounds of familiar laughter guide me toward a lavish chamber at the heart of the establishment. As I approach, the soft glow of flickering candles illuminates the doorway, casting dancing shadows on the ornate wallpaper.Carefully, I push the door open, and what I see takes me a moment to process. There, amidst a lavish setting that seems straight out of a period drama, is Simon — or better said, George — dressed to impress. His jacket has brass buttons and intricate embroidery that looks like gears and cogs. Under the coat, a waistcoat adorned with chains and brass buckles sits snugly over a high-collared, frilly shirt. His trousers are tailored and elegant, yet subtly reinforced with reinforced stitching, while knee-high boots complete the ensemble, boasting gears as decorative elements on the side.He reclines on an extravagant chaise lounge, his signature smirk etched on his face, as he indulges in the company of several women.Soft, ambient light fills the space, cas
Our conversation stretches for a long time. I try to make George understand the predicament we’re in, while he’s focused only on the pleasures of this life. It’s as if we’re talking about different things. George doesn’t seem to grasp what I say or any of the implications of my words. Appearing to be bored by our discussion as much as I am, he finally nods and agrees to let the two systems stabilize a connection to talk directly. It’s clear he’s letting Elizabeth do the fighting in his stead. Though it is a step forward, so I will not complain. If we manage to convince his system of our mission, maybe that would be enough to convince him as well.He just adds, “Be warned. I’m the nice guy, and you’re about to meet my nasty side of the coin.”We both close our eyes, focusing on syncing with each other’s systems. The trick is to keep your mind focused on our own systems and each other. I draw in a deep breath, trying to tune out the luxurious office around me, and in that moment, I fee
I saunter down the dimly lit street, the quietness around me amplifying my own voice. “Did you really lose all memories of the fight you had with Elizabeth?” I murmur under my breath, hands tucked in my pockets.At this hour of the night, there are not many people walking around this rundown area. So I prefer to hear myself talking to not succumb to the silence around me, even though I could talk with System just using my thoughts.[Did you actually believe me? Come on, David. Are you that naïve?]I chuckle to myself, glad for the company. “You're not one to forget a fight, are you?”[Not a chance. I think I’d remember that even if the Goddess had eaten me up completely. What I did with Elizabeth was a mental showdown. She played her cards, and so did I. I bet my hand on the fact that she has memory gaps as do I. Had to make her believe we were on the same page, even if my memory gaps are not the same as hers]“So, in other words, you lied?” I tease, although I shouldn’t be too surpr
The dimly lit alley is suddenly charged with tension. I'm about to unleash my brilliant plan — involving something spectacular, of course — when an eerie feeling creeps over me. It's that sixth sense that tells you trouble is lurking. Before I can fully pivot, sharp blades whistle through the air right next to my ear.In an instant, Bree materializes out of nowhere, her form a blur of lethal grace. Her daggers are an extension of her arms, dancing through the shadows with deadly precision. The thugs, caught off guard, crumple to the ground like a house of cards hit by a gust of wind.The whole thing happens in the blink of an eye, and the thugs all collapse to the ground.“What was that?!” Cassius demands in a panic.Bree, retrieving her daggers and cleaning them with a casual flick, appears unfazed. “Just me saving this guy’s life… This makes it, what, the hundredth time or something?"Manning up, I grumble, “I thought I told you to stay at Stella’s.”“Since when have I started liste