Everyone, Shut Up—!!
Woman Four, who'd been staring at my dick, flinched and whipped around, yelling, "Everyone, shut up—!!"
Her shout worked like a charm—the noisy chatter died down, and silence fell over the room again. She let out a long breath, pointing at my cock with one hand as she addressed the crowd.
"Don't let the size fool you. Look at how limp and powerless it is. A flaccid dick like that is just a hunk of meat."
The robed woman turned back to me, locking eyes and scoffing. "Even if you've got something that big dangling between your legs, you're still just a man. Think you can get it up in front of real women like us?"
"......Hmm."
Not worth answering. I just turned my head, taking in the sea of tits in every shape and color, and all the pussies spread out around me. That alone sent a rush of blood straight to my lower half—
"Gasp...!!"
"N-No way?"
"Oh my god...."
My cock, which had been hanging low till now, proudly lifted its head. If Siron or Kernax were naked here, it'd be rock-hard up to my navel, but for these women, this regular erection seemed more than enough.
"Hmmm."
"......"
Arms crossed, I thrust my hips forward a bit, bringing my hard-on closer to Woman Four. Her eyes shook harder than before. While she tried to hide her fluster, the room grew even rowdier than moments ago.
I smirked inwardly and glanced past the robed woman's shoulder at Siron. Damn, shit. Siron, why the hell are you pissed now? She was glaring at me with that same fierce, narrowed-eyed fury she'd had back at the Temple of Rapitera when Ardella provoked her. I quickly looked away. Women are impossible to figure out.
"Quiet—!!" Woman Four bellowed for the first time, her voice cracking with real emotion. The room went dead silent in an instant.
"Come forward."
At her command, two naked women stepped up from the crowd onto the altar where I was. One was a total knockout—her face, tits, hips, and ass hit every perfect note. The other had such a handsome, androgynous look she'd fool anyone into thinking she was a guy if not for those massive jugs.
Woman Four shot a venomous glare at me, my dick twitching eagerly. "You thought a pathetic thing like that could seduce us? Our faith won't crumble over some worthless toy."
"......"
I'm starving. Did I even eat dinner? I zoned out until her bullshit rant ended.
"I was gonna go easy, just humble you and make you a juice slave... but for toying with us, you have to be punished."
"......?"
The word "punished" snapped me back. Punished? I stripped when they told me to, got hard when they demanded it—what the hell? No wonder these bitches were called heretics.
"But the Petmira Church knows mercy, even for trash like you. So we'll give you a choice."
The corner of Woman Four's mouth twisted up in a creepy, kid-like smirk. Fucking hell.
"Swear voluntary slavery to the Petmira Goddess... or satisfy these two devotees here. No other options. Oh, and if you fail the second, you'll pay dearly for trying to mock us with that limp prick."
She leaned back, arms crossed, like my choice didn't matter. What's to think about?
"I'll take the second."
"Fool."
She flashed that twisted grin again. I raised my hand.
"What? Regretting it already? Ready to kneel for Petmira?"
"Nah. You said satisfy these two, right? Just checking if there are rules before we start—like, do I have to use this guy?"
Twitch, twitch. I wiggled my cock playfully, and she grimaced.
"......They'll stay still no matter what you do. Use that wretched thing to make them cum. That's it."
"No take-backs later?"
"......You'd better not come crying, grabbing my skirt for mercy later."
She glared daggers, then retreated to the altar's edge, crossing her arms and staring me down just like I had. AV actors are pros, gotta give 'em that. Me, surrounded by hot naked babes? No chance of going soft. But those guys? Creepy old dudes with cameras and reflectors gawking. Just thinking about it would've killed my boner, so I focused on the two hotties in front of me.
First up: the perfect tits-hips-ass babe. As I approached, her eyes twitched. She clearly hated the idea of me touching her. Forcing myself on someone who doesn't want it feels iffy, but survival first—I slowly reached out, cupping her lush tits from below and lifting gently.
Perfect weight. Palms full of soft flesh, I rolled her tiny cherry nipples—pebble-sized compared to her boobs—with my thumbs, watching her face. No change. Hmm... Figures. She looks dragged into this; half-assed foreplay might just piss her off more.
Time to max out my advantages. Tall, built frame. Ripped muscles. Killer cock. And aggressiveness these local guys could never match. Keeping one hand on her tits, I slid the other around her back and pulled her into my arms.
"Wh......"
She gasped in surprise, mouth opening briefly before clamping shut. Feeling her massive tits squish against me, I savored her heartbeat and body heat for a while. Of course, I didn't forget to grind my now fully hard cock against her soft belly.
"Hnn... Hahh...."
The watchers might not notice, but up close, I could hear her breathing quicken. After about a minute of hugging, her temp had spiked—neck and ears flushed bright red. I buried my face in her shoulder and neck, inhaling deeply for effect.
Thump, thump, thump—!! Her heart raced. Good enough. I leaned to her ear.
"What's your name?"
"......"
No answer, just heavier breaths. Doesn't matter—this was all prep. I'd heard women are way more mood-sensitive than guys. In this gender-flipped world, would it work? Her reaction said yes.
Unlike the initial disgust when I groped her tits, now just a hug and some belly-grinding had sticky drops dripping from her clenched pussy lips. Pussy wet? Game on. I shifted to sex mode.
"Nnh...."
"Whoa, hold on tight to my neck so you don't slip."
Siron's favorite: a milder carry-fuck. She flailed briefly as I hooked my hands under her armpits and lifted, then wrapped her arms around my neck like I said. Quick switch—hands to her firm ass—
"Now legs around my waist."
"......"
Face beet-red, she clamped her thighs tight. All set. I gripped her ass, hoisting just her hips upward. With her full weight off thanks to arms and legs locked on me, I grabbed my rigid shaft with one hand and speared her soaked, tight slit.
"Eek...."
Just the tip in, and she shuddered, hugging harder. Tension made her pussy clench my head like a vice. Felt amazing, but this wasn't just for me—I whispered in her ear again.
"Breathe slow... In~"
"Hnn...."
"Out~"
"Haaaah......"
She followed, relaxing her death-grip pussy as she exhaled. I dropped my hands from her ass and snapped my hips up.
"Ooooh—?!"
A weird yelp, eyes rolling as she stared at me—then passed out, flipping her eyes back. Splurt, splurt. Warm piss soaked my cock base and puddled on the floor. I lifted her limp ass, yanking my shaft free.
Schlorp♥ Her defenseless pussy walls clung, scraping out as I pulled. "Hic, ughhic...♥" Even unconscious, her body spasmed short bursts; cool squirts from her gaping hole soaked me and the floor again.
"Eh. Can't lay her here."
Piss and squirt puddle? Gross. I casually walked to Woman Four, laid the babe on dry floor, and stood, staring her down.
"......"
"......"
No words from either of us. But I smirked inside—Woman Four's eyes, once mocking me, were freaking out. I glanced around as I turned. Everyone glued to my glistening, juice-slick cock. Some babes secretly fingering their pussies or nipples. Not bad at all.
Next: the androgynous hottie, avoiding my eyes. Carry-fuck was quickest, but her build matched mine, and she'd seen her buddy wrecked—not gonna go down easy. Plus, for me and Siron to get out safe, I needed to make this one legendary. Show all these women I was special. The mild carry-fuck shocked 'em, but I needed more.
I approached. She flinched, stepping back—then froze, realizing her mistake.
"Don't tense up."
"Ugh...."
I stroked her faint abs slowly. "Hahh... Hahh...." Just that, and honey dripped from her crotch, trickling down her thighs to the floor. One hand light on her waist, I whispered in her ear.
"What's your name?"
"......Lin...da."
From hating it to spilling her name easy. "Linda. Pretty name."
"N-No, it's......"
Her voice was androgynous too—she trembled at the compliment. Victory already, but I played dumb. "On all fours."
"......L-Like this?"
"Ass up more. Yeah. Perfect. Stay."
She obeyed, doggy-style, thrusting out her tight ass. Blushing head to toe. Nice. I brought my face to her cheeks, spread 'em wide with both hands.
"Eek—?!"
"Hey, stay still."
Her cute pink asshole winked hello. Sniff sniff. "Hic, th-that... Nnh!!" Pfft...!! Ass clenched hard; a short squirt shot from her soaked pussy to the floor. Two orgasms already. I ignored it, nose to her cheeks, snuffling deep.
"......Dunno what it is, but it smells sweet. Guess..."
Sweet flesh scent confirmed, I slammed my face into her spread ass.