Step3

Max slept through strange dreams.

Soft but firm hands pushed and pulled him through the darkness, only to arrive at some sort of altar. Multiple women kneeled in a wide circle around it, their eyes fixated on him. Max tried to their gaze but traced it lower, suddently aware that his manhood was on full display, his erection sticking upwards. Max felt a warmth bloom inside him, starting from his chest and spreading lower, a firm pressure around his shaft and balls that made him throb. The scent in the air—musky, almost floral—was making his head spin. In front of the altar was a bowl filled with thick, glistening liquid in the center. It looked like milk but richer, heavier. His mother dipped a finger into it and tasted the substance before kneeling with all the others infront of him. The vision faded to black.

He woke up, rested and with a raging hardon. Morning light filtered through the wooden slats of his window, casting golden lines across his bed. For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, fragments of the dream still running through his mind.

Laura was already preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

As the weeks passed, Laura’s passion for his fertility grew. She knew that she had been born to protect and nurture life in all its forms, and so she devoted herself to the task, studying the rhythms of nature, and using her own body to deepen her connection to the male energy around her. Her body had always been a vessel for this cause.

"Through rigorous physical exercise, the male member will become as strong and resilient as the oak trees that lined their land"

His mother showed him how his loins could yield abundance when nurtured with care and respect.

a strength that was not yet fully realized, but one that would blossom as he grew.

"Men like you—men with great potential—need to cultivate that potential. You need to build muscle, eat right. Your body is your power Max.”