The Bravos are spotted

Shaman Berg was pleased. His little cult was responding well and enthusiastically. Their life above ground was often a harsh and horrible one, but down here, even as his work crews continued to excavate the Lust Lord's cathedral, the cult had pleasure, warmth and unquestioning acceptance.

"Fetch the holy relics," he said to one young trapper who was standing with his cock in his hand as he watched his brother enjoy a messy blowjob. The young man obeyed straight away and walked promptly to the shadows on the edge of the Colosseum and out of sight.

To his right a mother of four was making the most wonderfully lewd sounds, gasping in bliss as a stranger had her pinned to the ground below his muscled body. Their sex was quick and dirty, the man's cock pumping into a cunt that had already been turned into a creampie by a fast lover. Berg sometimes envied those men who could cum quickly. Ever since his war wound, it was a challenge for him, sometimes taking a good deal of energy to persuade his fat cock to give up its seed.

Then he felt powerful energy he hadn't experienced before. The shaman looked around. It wasn't the Alsa twins. Those two powerfully built lumberjacks had yet to join in the orgy and were still carrying on the cult's chant. Energy came from their words, yes, but it wasn't the new sensation the shaman could now detect.

Then he noticed the three beautiful women.

The wonderfully curvy two were locked in an embrace that the Lord of Lust would approve of. Legs scissored and bodies arched, grinding together, only for the two to pause, lean towards one another, and dive into a long passionate kiss. Berg could sense their anticipation as they changed positions, rising together on their knees, breasts pressed to breasts, hands roaming down slender backs to squeeze backsides.

The third woman hadn't yet succumbed. Berg's cock finally twitched as he detected her lingering resistance.

"Her," he said to the Alsa twins as he lowered his hand to point at Liv.