A new dawn and new perspectives.

You are not sure how long the ceremony, or your savage coupling with Ean’milia, lasted. All you know is that you can glimpse the sun coming up from the tent’s openings when you finally let her fall to the ground one last time, your last load of spunk deposited on her mons.

Her eyes are staring into nothingness, wide open and blank, and her body is twitching sporadically as she tries to recover from the stupefying orgasms you’ve put her through.

You stand up and exit the tent to observe the dawn of the new day. Once outside, you take a deep breath and appreciate the sounds of nature awakening and the odor of the morning dew.

Then you start chuckling which grows into a loud hearty laughter.

You are changed, irremediably. The power that you’ve experienced, the overwhelming libido… It has calmed for now, but you know it’s only waiting for you to need it again, to use it gain...

You stop and turn your head when you hear someone leaving the tent.

It’s Ean’milia, stumbling out. She’s a mess. Her long braid is undone and her skin is sticky with sweat and dried sexual fluids.

A faint smile forms on her lips when sees you. In her eyes, you can see that her previous naivete and innocence are gone, replaced by an unquenchable desire for sex. An addiction you introduced her to.

She comes to you. She kisses you right away, then your chest, as she works her way down toward the heroic weapon that deprived her of her virginity.

She reaches your shaft and lets out a gasp of satisfaction when she notices your big rode grow hard so quickly again. She looks up into your eyes and her smile grows ravenous. Without breaking eye contact, she starts licking your cock slowly, dragging the tongue up the base and to the tip, then breaking off and starting again.

She finally swalows your cock and her head starts bobbing up and down.

As you relax and enjoy her ministrations, you start thinking about how to best use your new knowledge and powers. Those visions that you saw… They are a definite game changer.

You think about Queen Lydia probably sitting in her throne room with the rest of her court, thousands of kilometers away. All those arrogant women thinking that they already succeeded, that their power shall never be challenged...

You grin.

The Kingdom of Estera is not prepared.