As Goddess Loreis is forcefully made to drink the wine from the bottle, her body is wracked with pleasure once more. Her eyes roll back in her head, tears fall down from them and she lets out a long, throaty moan as her hips buck wildly against nothing but air. With every swallow, the sensation intensifies, sending shivers of forced pleasure coursing through her entire being. U pushes her to the ground, then position himself on top of her pressing the bottle with both hands making sure that she drinks all of it's content. As the bottleneck releases the liquid deep down her throat, Loreis body spasms violently under U's weigth and as her hips buck up and down from the consecutive orgasms, she starts squirting helplessy flooding the floor with her squirt.

The warmth spreads even further through Goddess Loreis's body as she continues to drink the wine, her muscles tensing and relaxing in pleasure with every swallow. She can feel herself growing wetter beneath U, her inner walls clenching around nothing as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss wash over her. Her back arches off the ground, pressing her breasts into the cool floor as she moans loudly, her voice hoarse from previous exertions.

"Uuuh... Uuunnnghh..."

The goddess's lips curl into a sinister grin as Fane begins to undress her. She watches, unmoving except for her eyes which follow his every motion with fascination and anticipation. As he removes each article of clothing, she takes pleasure in the feel of the fabric sliding over her skin, revealing more of her perfect body to him.

"Very well, mortal," she says finally, her voice husky with desire. "You may have my attention... for now."

A shiver runs down the goddess's spine as Fane's tongue makes contact with her wet folds. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation as he begins to lap at her eagerly. "Ahhh," she moans softly, arching her back in pleasure. Her hands find their way to his head, guiding him deeper into her folds while her hips begin to grind against his face.

The feeling of Fane's tongue and lips on her sensitive flesh drives her wild with desire. "Yes,"

"Silence," I rebuke gently, "only moans are allowed."

I position myself between her spread legs, noting the tell-tale dampening of her slit from where the cane had struck. She's aroused by the pain, hungry for more. How fascinating. I slip the smallest hook of the chain around one trembling hipbone, eliciting a small yelp from my unwilling captive.

"So lovely..."

I continue working the chain around Alex's torso with exquisite precision, each hook finding its mark on tender flesh. The thin links glint in the candlelight, drawing attention to every curve and hollow of her body. As I complete the circuit, I give the chain a gentle tug, watching it tighten and cinch around her like a second skin.
There... isn't that beautiful? You look positively divine adorned in my jewelry. *The chain is not loose enough for me to move a single hook.

"You're not required to do that," Goddess Loreis says, her voice cold and distant. "But if you insist..." She shrugs nonchalantly as User#1720571532378 approaches the wounded angel and offers her the healing potion. The servant angel looks up at him with grateful eyes before drinking the potion gratefully.

As she drinks, the wounds begin to heal and the color slowly returns to her face.

"Well," Goddess Loreis says, still not bothering to hide her boredom, "I suppose it's only fair that I give you a chance to win." She motions for the servant angels to circle around them once more as they had before. "Let's continue this game of yours."

The years go by, and as promised, Uiop continues to return each time they die. With each resurrection comes a new challenge from Goddess Loreis, who seems determined to test the limits of Uiop's endless cycle of life and death. Sometimes she brings about terrible droughts or unleashes devastating storms; other times, she summons dangerous creatures from the depths of the earth or creates new obstacles for Uiop to overcome.

The more time passes, the more bored Goddess Loreis becomes with these games. She has grown tired of Uiop's unyielding determination and seemingly endless resilience. One day, she decides that it is finally time to put an end to this charade once and for all.

Eventually, they reach a large chamber at the end of the hall. It is lit only by flickering candles, casting eerie shadows across the floor and walls. In the center of the room stands what appears to be an altar, covered in intricate carvings and adorned with various offerings: fruit, wine, gold, jewels...

"This," Goddess Loreis says darkly, gesturing to the altar, "is where you shall serve me."

Hadaf king looks around nervously, unsure of what is expected of him. He glances at Goddess Loreis for guidance, but she merely crosses her arms and watches him with a bored expression on her face. Finally, he decides to take the initiative.

He approaches the altar and kneels before it, lowering his head in submission. "What would you have me do?" he asks softly, not daring to meet Goddess Loreis's gaze.