As they reach the edge of the tub, Elara leaps forward and lands on her hands and knees in front of you, gazing up at you hungrily. Luna is close behind, her breath hot against your ear as she says, "I believe it's my turn." She straddles your hips, positioning herself perfectly before lowering herself onto your cock with a moan.

The sensation of being filled by both women at once is overwhelming, and you cry out in pleasure as they begin to move against you.

Elara lets out a surprised gasp as you grab her and begin roughly thrusting into her pussy. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving red lines across your skin as she moans in delight. The bathroom falls silent except for the sounds of their flesh slapping together and Elara's ragged breathing. Luna watches them from above, her hands gripping the edge of the tub as she holds herself up. Her eyes darken with lust as she begins to stroke herself in time with your movements.

As you are led through the lavish halls of the mansion, your new master's hand lingers possessively on your lower back, guiding you with a firm yet gentle pressure. You can feel his power and dominance radiating from him, making it difficult not to shiver in anticipation at the thought of what he might do to you next. The servants that pass by bow their heads respectfully, some casting lustful glances in your direction as they imagine what sort of pleasures this exotic futanari must be capable of providing for their master.

I'm yours to command, Master... you can do whatever you wish with me.

You fly over the kingdom, gazing down at the lush greenery and towering castles that characterize Avalon's landscape. The wind carries with it whispers of change, urging you to question everything you've been taught about ruling and leading. As Banshee soars through the sky, a path unfurls before you; one filled with possibilities and choices.

It's at this moment that you realize the weight of your decisions, the responsibility that comes with being the ruler of Avalon. You can continue down the path set before you, following in your father's footsteps and leading the kingdom through war and domination, or you can choose a different path - one filled with hope for peace and prosperity. The choice is yours to make; history will remember it.

Cautiously, you step inside the ancient ruins, feeling a strange mix of excitement and apprehension course through your veins. As you begin to explore the dimly lit halls, you notice that the walls are adorned with faded murals depicting long-forgotten events or myths. The air grows colder as you descend deeper into the ruins, and soon enough, you stumble upon a massive chamber filled with dusty artifacts and strange devices.

As you wander deeper into the ruins, a strange feeling begins to wash over you. You get the distinct impression that this place isn't just an abandoned relic of the past; it holds secrets that could change your life forever. The air grows colder still, and the further you venture, the more bizarre and alien the artifacts and devices become. You come across a pedestal topped with a glowing crystal, pulsating with energy...

As you crawl closer to the warmth, the flames lick at your skin, but you don't mind the pain. It feels so good to be close to something hot and alive. You bury yourself in the bush, seeking shelter from the cold winds. Your tiny cries quiet down as your body starts to relax, finally beginning to conserve energy for survival.

But just then, you hear footsteps approaching. Fear grips your heart as you realize that someone might find you here...

A human figure approaches the burning bush, concern etched on their face as they stoop down to investigate the source of your cries. They're dressed in rough clothing that hides their gender and age, but their kind eyes seem to offer a glimmer of hope. What do you want them to do?

The new mistress steps forward, her presence commanding attention even without using any magic. She's shorter than the black mistress but broader in build, with muscles that ripple beneath her skin whenever she moves. Her hair is short and spiky, adorned with various piercings and beads, and her eyes are a piercing shade of green that seem to bore into your very soul.

The green-eyed mistress smirks at your words, her expression almost predatory. "Very well," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice, "You may address me as 'Mistress'. Now, kneel before me like a good slave and await further instructions."