Salvie passes away by a hit by the very people she blackmailed exploited and controlled. She finds herself in a Game of the gods in a universe with a system, in a competition that was randomized based on her personality. Watch with the gods as they entertain us for our amusement. Warning the first few chapters are a bit rough since I had just started writing for the first time. Please Enjoy. The image is not my own and will take down if asked.
Support me and my works at www. I stepped into the first training area again. The cries of the mother and son disappeared as the door closed. More and increased volume of moaning and groaning echoed in this room. I turned my attention to the Centaur who was in the throes of fucking the Red-headed slave. She was moaning loudly while the black-haired slave begged for his cock in her dripping wet pussy.
The Centaur was desperate for relief with tears dripping down his face as his cock repeatedly plunged into her depths. Over and over again, the woman cried out in pleasure as he cried in despair, following his instincts to ejaculate. I watched my pussy growing moist. I decided to have some fun with Freya. She has been getting me off suitably in the mornings while making Stacy listen to my moans. It was pleasing how Freya was teasing Stacy without Stacy knowing about it.
After a decade, I found Freya's sadistic side coming back slowly. She was still very much the girl I trained her to be. That would never leave her body at all. But with her breasts, I feel like she has accepted herself more. With the regaining of confidence came the sadistic side she showed when I was young. I was extremely pleased to see it as well on her. Freya was very subtle about it, and the gradual change was perfect.
Her sissy clit was still caged, and I wanted to toy with it tonight before giving her the good fucking she deserved. I brought myself back to the present and realized there were other moans and groans than the loud ones the Centaur was making with the two desperate slaves.
