The words left my lips like a challenge to the gods themselves, and the three women at the dining table trembled in response.
My cock was still buried deep inside Liv's clenching pussy, her walls fluttering around me like a desperate plea for more. The air in the room was thick with the scent of their arousal, sweet, musky, and utterly intoxicating.
I pulled out slowly, savoring the wet pop as her juices dripped down my shaft, then stepped back just enough to take in the full sight.
Faevy and Angelica were still held by the chains I'd conjured with a single flicker of my Hades' eyes. The bonds weren't mere illusions anymore. They felt solid, cold steel wrapped around their wrists and ankles, anchored to invisible points in the air that kept their legs spread obscenely wide and their arms pinned above their heads.
