November 21, 2025 • 20 mins
At Unbound Goddess, there is only one rule. You can never stand still. You must... Choose.
This Episode's Choice:
It was supposed to be a power play. Tired of the judgmental stares, you decide to humiliate the assistant by commanding her servitude. But when the professional mask drops, a voracious hunger is revealed. In a soft, feminine sanctuary, you both strip away your misplaced animosity to discover an electric, undeniable connection. What starts as a command becomes a reciprocal feast of pleasure that redefines the goddess's understanding of power. With your journey nearly complete, you receive her final choice: A public performance where she must choose one partner to share your climax with in front of everyone.
You can vote for what happens in the next episode here!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled Unbound Goddess and is written by our own Roxy Callahan.
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
This Episode's Choice:
It was supposed to be a power play. Tired of the judgmental stares, you decide to humiliate the assistant by commanding her servitude. But when the professional mask drops, a voracious hunger is revealed. In a soft, feminine sanctuary, you both strip away your misplaced animosity to discover an electric, undeniable connection. What starts as a command becomes a reciprocal feast of pleasure that redefines the goddess's understanding of power. With your journey nearly complete, you receive her final choice: A public performance where she must choose one partner to share your climax with in front of everyone.
You can vote for what happens in the next episode here!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled Unbound Goddess and is written by our own Roxy Callahan.
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Hello, my lovel is. This is Roxy Callahan and welcome
to season two of Choose, the Erotic Podcast, where you
get to decide what happens next. You're back in your
cabin and the director's final choice echoes in the room
go down on her or let her go down on you,
(00:23):
And the only person you can think about is her,
the assistant. You pace the floor agitated. You kind of
hate her. Ever since you arrived. She's been a specter
at the edges of your experience, her clipboard held like
a shield or a weapon. You felt her eyes on
you a dozen times, and every single glance has felt
(00:46):
like a judgment. She's always looked at you with this
air of being so over it, so judgy, so much
better than the participants she's hurting around. And then you
think of her actual interactions. They're complicated. The way she
smirked and said you won't need it after that when
(01:06):
she gave you the lube for the gangbang, the genuine
almost admiring laugh when you are covered in come after
the party, and that look, that shocking, raw hungry look
as you gave that final blowjob. Was that jealousy? Was
it longing? You shake your head dismissing it, no vedominant feeling.
(01:29):
The one that sticks in your throat is her arrogance,
that cool professional mask that barely hides her sense of superiority.
You've been poked, prodded, tested and transformed, and she's just
been watching you make up your mind. This isn't about
mutual pleasure. This is about power. This is your turn
(01:51):
to take total, undeniable control. You're not going to serve her.
You're not going to be there for her to look at.
You're not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking
she's got one over you, even in pleasure. No, you
will have her go down on you. You'll make her kneel.
(02:12):
You will have her serve you and give you the
pleasure you want. Fuck her and her attitude. This is
your ascension, and she's going to be the first one
to worship at your feet. You meet with the director
your decisions. Sitting hard and satisfying in your chest, you
feel a sense of righteous, combative power. He gestures for
(02:34):
you to sit, his gaze as perceptive as ever.
Speaker 2 (02:38):
You've considered your choice. How do you feel about it?
About her?
Speaker 1 (02:44):
The question opens the door, and you let your honest frustration,
walk right through it. I've decided I want her to
go down on me. You lean forward, letting the defiant,
angry energy you've been carrying fuel your words. I admit
I want to take control. I want to feel her
serve me for a change. She's always watching, always judging.
(03:08):
I want her on her knees, on going to fuck.
That smirk right off her face. You expect him to
be surprised, maybe even to challenge you on this petty,
power driven motive. Instead, a slow, odd smile spreads across
his face. It's not a smirk, it's a look of deep,
knowing satisfaction, as if you've said the one thing he
(03:32):
was hoping to hear. He nods slowly.
Speaker 2 (03:36):
She will happily do that.
Speaker 1 (03:39):
His words stop you cold. You blink. Happily. That's not
the words you're expecting. You're anticipating she'll obey, or she
will do as she's told. Happily implies It implies this higher.
The director continues, his smile, widening as he sees the
sudden confusion on your face.
Speaker 2 (04:01):
Yes, I think in the process your conflict will find
a most satisfying resolution. Go to the Lilac room. She'll
be waiting.
Speaker 1 (04:12):
You leave the office, your sense of victory suddenly muddled,
replaced by a deep, thrumbing and slightly nervous curiosity. Wait,
did he really say she'd be happy to do it?
You walk into the Lilac room, and it's unlike any
other place you've been there. It's soft, feminine, almost ethereal.
(04:34):
Sheer fabrics and pastel shades of lilac and cream drift
from the ceiling, and the bed is a cloud of
white duvets and plush pillows. The air smells like vanilla
and jasmine. You stand in the center, your plan to
dominate her feelings suddenly harsh in this soft space. The
door opens and the assistant walks in. She's not wearing
(04:58):
her usual severe profession clothes. She's in a single, sheer
white nightgown, and holy shit, her body is amazing. She's
been hiding curves under those buttoned downs so it gets
top traffic. You can see the dark circles of her nipples,
the swell of her hips. She looks at you, her
(05:19):
face unreadable for one last second. Then she slowly reaches
up to the straps of the nightgown and lets it
fall to the floor in a whisper of silk hue.
Were not prepared for this. Her tits are large, round
and perfect, crowned with deep pink pebbled areoles, and below
(05:41):
her pussy has a wild, untamed, magnificent tangle of dark
red hair. It's not just a little unshaven, It's a full,
glorious bush, a statement of primal femininity that, for some
reason you find incredibly searingly hot. All your plans, oh,
your anger, it all just stops you, rally clinging to
(06:05):
your script. Stand there. Your voice is a little shakier
than you wanted. Don't move, I want you to wait.
You begin to get undressed, slowly trying to savor the power.
You unbutton your blouse, watching her, and that's when you
realize she's not just waiting her hand, her hand is moving,
(06:28):
She's touching herself. Her fingers are slowly deliberately rubbing her
own clip through that wild tangle of hair. Her eyes
locked on you, her lips parted. She looks voracious. As
you stand there naked, Your entire theory of her arrogance
crumbles into dust. You crawl onto the bed and she
(06:51):
whispers something, her voice husky, what did you say? She
steps toward the bed, her eyes burning. I'm not allowed
that talk to the participants. But you're so fucking hot.
I've been watching you a whole week. II. But she
doesn't finish. She crawls onto the bed like a panther,
(07:13):
and before you can even react, she's between your legs.
She doesn't wait, she doesn't even ask. She just plunges
her face into your pussy. It's not a delicate lapping either.
It's a feast. Her mouth is hot and wet in knowing.
Her tongue isn't just licking, it's mapping you. A strong,
(07:33):
broad muscle that strokes from your asshole to your clit
in one devastating swipe, then returns to circle and torment
your clit with a speed and precision that makes you gasp.
This isn't service, this is waship, This is hunger. You
can feel her teeth just slightly grazing your outer lips,
sending shivers of electricity through you. You feel her other hand
(07:57):
grip your ass, pulling you closer, tilting your hips for
better access. She is absolutely incredibly enthusiastic. You are lost.
All thoughts of power of revenge are gone, turned away
by the pure, unadulterated pleasure she's given you. Her tongue
(08:19):
is relentless, a hard, fast, flicking assault on your clit,
while her lips create a perfect wet suction. You feel
the build up faster than ever before. You cry out,
your hands fumbling, finding her thick red hair. You tangle
your fingers in it, but not to pull her away.
You press her harder deeper into you, shoving your pussing
(08:43):
against her mouth. As the orgasm rips through your body.
You come hard, screaming into the pastel pillows. You're panting,
your legs trembling as she pulls back just an inch.
You don't think you've ever come this fast. Holy shit,
that was unbelievable. She's looking up at you, her face
(09:05):
slick with your juices, her lips red and swollen, her
eyes shining with an intensity that steals your breath. As
you recover, a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face.
One is just not enough, and she goes down on
you again, no warning, no break. Her tongue finds your clips,
(09:29):
still buzzing and hyper sensitive. It's almost too much. The
pleasure is immediate, a white hot spike. You barely have
time to register what's happening. You didn't even know this
was possible. You cry out, oh God, wait, but you
don't mean it, and she knows it. She just laps
(09:49):
at you faster, harder, and in something you didn't even
realize your body could even do. You come again, almost
immediately after the last time, a quick, sharp, shattering, second
orgasm that leaves you utterly completely spent. You're panting, just panting,
looking at her. She's resting her chin on the bed
(10:11):
between your legs, looking up at you with an expression
of pure, unadulterated adoration, and it hits you. You finally
understand that look you mistook for arrogance, that judgy stare.
It wasn't arrogance, It wasn't judgment. It was desire of
(10:32):
all the people here, all the men and women who
have touched you. She was the one who wanted you
the most. She has been in agony all week, forced
to watch, and you just uncorked the bottle. You're still panting,
your body alive wire, looking at this woman, this stranger
(10:54):
you thought you hated, and in that moment, the last
of your anger doesn't just fade. It feels absurd. It's
been replaced by a white hot electric curiosity, by a
feeling of connection. I need You're not done. She looks confused,
(11:16):
a fash of fear in her eyes, professional mask trying
to flick her back on did I I am sorry,
I can do it again. No, you put your hands
on her shoulders. She's so warm. Get on your back.
Her eyes go wide. I need to taste you, but
(11:37):
the choice you chose you don't have to. I want
to in the truth of those words hits you both.
This isn't a rule, This isn't a choice on a list.
This is your will. You gently firmly push her, and
she goes, tumbling onto her back on the soft bed,
(11:57):
her body still trembling from pleasing you. She looks completely vulnerable,
her arms at her side, her legs slightly parted, that
magnificent bush of dark red hair seeming to invite you in.
You crawl between her legs. You're the goddess now, and
this is your new territory. You lean down, your hair
(12:18):
falling around your face and chest inhale. She smells incredible,
different from you, musky, earthy, and underneath it all a sharp, sweet,
electric scent of pure arousal. You part the wild tangle
of hair with your thumbs, like parting a sacred curtain,
(12:39):
and there she is, pink and glistening, her clit already
a hard, perfect pearl, her lips dewy and so so wet.
She's been wanting this, she's been wanting you. You press
your mouth against her. She tastes electric, a sharp, salty,
metallic taste that is completely addictively her. She lights out
(13:03):
a sharp gasp, her hips lifting off the bed instantly,
her hands flying to your hair. You start slowly, a
goddess's worship. You trace the outline of her outer lips
with a tip of your tongue, lapping at her wetness,
teasing her. But this isn't enough. You remember her hunger,
(13:23):
her voraciousness, and you meet it with your own. You
dive in. You suck her clit into your mouth, pulling gently,
and she cries out. You release it only to attack
it with your tongue, a hard, flat, lapping motion that
has her writhing. She's so responsive, so ready. You flick,
(13:45):
you circle, You drive the flat of your tongue against
that one perfect spot, and she moans a moans, she's
clearly been holding in for a week, and it starts
to fill the room. They aren't the quiet, polite sounds
of a participant. They hear the raw, half sob half
screams of a woman who is finally, finally being touched.
(14:07):
Her hands aren't just in your hair now, she's gripping you,
holding you to her, her hips, bucking, trying to fuck
your mouth. Oh god, yes, fuck, don't stop. Her voice
is completely unrecognizable. You feel her muscles coil, her whole
body tensing up, her toes curling. You don't stop, You
(14:30):
don't slow down. You press harder, faster, swallowing the hot,
sweet flood of her pleasure. She comes completely apart, her
body bucking and seizing against your mouth in a violent, shuddering,
beautiful orgasm. You stay there, lapping at her, tasting the
(14:51):
last of her release, until she's just a panting, trembling,
teary eyed wreck on the bed. You slowly pull back,
she looking at you, know, her face a mess of
joy and tears and sweat and the arrogance, the judgment.
It was never there. All that's left is the slick, shared,
(15:11):
undeniable heat of what you've just done. You walk out
of the Lilac group, your body feeling like it's floating,
your legs are weak, your mouth tastes of her, and
your entire world has been recalibrated. The woman you thought
was your jailer, your judge, was just a fellow prisoner
(15:31):
of her own desire. You feel a profound, intoxicating sense
of power. It's the next morning, and you head to
the director's office for your final meeting. As you approach,
you see her. She's at her usual desk, but she's
not working, She's just waiting. As you pass, she stands up.
(15:57):
Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, looking both
innocent and yet so incredibly hot. She doesn't say a word.
She just steps in front of you, puts her hands
on your face, and pulls you into a deep, passionate,
possessive kiss. It's not like the kisses at the party.
This one is raw, almost like a brand, a promise.
(16:21):
It tastes like her, and it tastes like you. It's
a kiss that seals the pact you just made. She
breaks if, her eyes blazing, and sits back down at
her desk, as if nothing happened. You walk into the
director's office, your lips tingling, your mind reeling. He's standing
by the window, and he turns a look of profound,
(16:44):
almost paternal pride on his face. He looks extremely pleased.
Speaker 2 (16:50):
I hear that you decided to cheat.
Speaker 1 (16:54):
You blush, but you don't feel ashamed. I He holds
up a hand, his smile widening.
Speaker 2 (17:02):
You've achieved your goal and then some. You've done what
only a true goddess can do. You took feelings of distrust, anger,
and petty rivalry, and you used your sexual power to
transmute them. You didn't just win a fight, You erased
the battlefield. You turned a potential enemy into a devoted worshiper.
(17:26):
You created connection where there was only friction.
Speaker 1 (17:30):
He steps closer, his gaze turning even more serious, a
new weight in the air.
Speaker 2 (17:37):
You are ready. Your time here is complete. Tomorrow night
is your graduation. You and the other four participants who
have made it this far will have your final challenge together.
It's not a choice, It is a performance, a demonstration
of the power you have claimed. The five of you
(17:57):
will be on stage and in front of everyone, the staff,
the other participants, your fellow graduates. You will claim your prize.
Speaker 1 (18:08):
He pauses, letting the anticipation build.
Speaker 2 (18:12):
You need to pick one person from your time here,
anyone you've encountered, and you will fuck them on that stage.
You are the goddess. You get to choose your final offering.
Who do you want to fuck in front of everyone?
Who do you want to see undone by your touch?
Who do you want to have scream out your name
(18:33):
as you bring them to climax for all to see.
Who do you want to enjoy while everyone watches you
enjoy them
Hello, my lovel is. This is Roxy Callahan and welcome
to season two of Choose, the Erotic Podcast, where you
get to decide what happens next. You're back in your
cabin and the director's final choice echoes in the room
go down on her or let her go down on you,
(00:23):
And the only person you can think about is her,
the assistant. You pace the floor agitated. You kind of
hate her. Ever since you arrived. She's been a specter
at the edges of your experience, her clipboard held like
a shield or a weapon. You felt her eyes on
you a dozen times, and every single glance has felt
(00:46):
like a judgment. She's always looked at you with this
air of being so over it, so judgy, so much
better than the participants she's hurting around. And then you
think of her actual interactions. They're complicated. The way she
smirked and said you won't need it after that when
(01:06):
she gave you the lube for the gangbang, the genuine
almost admiring laugh when you are covered in come after
the party, and that look, that shocking, raw hungry look
as you gave that final blowjob. Was that jealousy? Was
it longing? You shake your head dismissing it, no vedominant feeling.
(01:29):
The one that sticks in your throat is her arrogance,
that cool professional mask that barely hides her sense of superiority.
You've been poked, prodded, tested and transformed, and she's just
been watching you make up your mind. This isn't about
mutual pleasure. This is about power. This is your turn
(01:51):
to take total, undeniable control. You're not going to serve her.
You're not going to be there for her to look at.
You're not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking
she's got one over you, even in pleasure. No, you
will have her go down on you. You'll make her kneel.
(02:12):
You will have her serve you and give you the
pleasure you want. Fuck her and her attitude. This is
your ascension, and she's going to be the first one
to worship at your feet. You meet with the director
your decisions. Sitting hard and satisfying in your chest, you
feel a sense of righteous, combative power. He gestures for
(02:34):
you to sit, his gaze as perceptive as ever.
Speaker 2 (02:38):
You've considered your choice. How do you feel about it?
About her?
Speaker 1 (02:44):
The question opens the door, and you let your honest frustration,
walk right through it. I've decided I want her to
go down on me. You lean forward, letting the defiant,
angry energy you've been carrying fuel your words. I admit
I want to take control. I want to feel her
serve me for a change. She's always watching, always judging.
(03:08):
I want her on her knees, on going to fuck.
That smirk right off her face. You expect him to
be surprised, maybe even to challenge you on this petty,
power driven motive. Instead, a slow, odd smile spreads across
his face. It's not a smirk, it's a look of deep,
knowing satisfaction, as if you've said the one thing he
(03:32):
was hoping to hear. He nods slowly.
Speaker 2 (03:36):
She will happily do that.
Speaker 1 (03:39):
His words stop you cold. You blink. Happily. That's not
the words you're expecting. You're anticipating she'll obey, or she
will do as she's told. Happily implies It implies this higher.
The director continues, his smile, widening as he sees the
sudden confusion on your face.
Speaker 2 (04:01):
Yes, I think in the process your conflict will find
a most satisfying resolution. Go to the Lilac room. She'll
be waiting.
Speaker 1 (04:12):
You leave the office, your sense of victory suddenly muddled,
replaced by a deep, thrumbing and slightly nervous curiosity. Wait,
did he really say she'd be happy to do it?
You walk into the Lilac room, and it's unlike any
other place you've been there. It's soft, feminine, almost ethereal.
(04:34):
Sheer fabrics and pastel shades of lilac and cream drift
from the ceiling, and the bed is a cloud of
white duvets and plush pillows. The air smells like vanilla
and jasmine. You stand in the center, your plan to
dominate her feelings suddenly harsh in this soft space. The
door opens and the assistant walks in. She's not wearing
(04:58):
her usual severe profession clothes. She's in a single, sheer
white nightgown, and holy shit, her body is amazing. She's
been hiding curves under those buttoned downs so it gets
top traffic. You can see the dark circles of her nipples,
the swell of her hips. She looks at you, her
(05:19):
face unreadable for one last second. Then she slowly reaches
up to the straps of the nightgown and lets it
fall to the floor in a whisper of silk hue.
Were not prepared for this. Her tits are large, round
and perfect, crowned with deep pink pebbled areoles, and below
(05:41):
her pussy has a wild, untamed, magnificent tangle of dark
red hair. It's not just a little unshaven, It's a full,
glorious bush, a statement of primal femininity that, for some
reason you find incredibly searingly hot. All your plans, oh,
your anger, it all just stops you, rally clinging to
(06:05):
your script. Stand there. Your voice is a little shakier
than you wanted. Don't move, I want you to wait.
You begin to get undressed, slowly trying to savor the power.
You unbutton your blouse, watching her, and that's when you
realize she's not just waiting her hand, her hand is moving,
(06:28):
She's touching herself. Her fingers are slowly deliberately rubbing her
own clip through that wild tangle of hair. Her eyes
locked on you, her lips parted. She looks voracious. As
you stand there naked, Your entire theory of her arrogance
crumbles into dust. You crawl onto the bed and she
(06:51):
whispers something, her voice husky, what did you say? She
steps toward the bed, her eyes burning. I'm not allowed
that talk to the participants. But you're so fucking hot.
I've been watching you a whole week. II. But she
doesn't finish. She crawls onto the bed like a panther,
(07:13):
and before you can even react, she's between your legs.
She doesn't wait, she doesn't even ask. She just plunges
her face into your pussy. It's not a delicate lapping either.
It's a feast. Her mouth is hot and wet in knowing.
Her tongue isn't just licking, it's mapping you. A strong,
(07:33):
broad muscle that strokes from your asshole to your clit
in one devastating swipe, then returns to circle and torment
your clit with a speed and precision that makes you gasp.
This isn't service, this is waship, This is hunger. You
can feel her teeth just slightly grazing your outer lips,
sending shivers of electricity through you. You feel her other hand
(07:57):
grip your ass, pulling you closer, tilting your hips for
better access. She is absolutely incredibly enthusiastic. You are lost.
All thoughts of power of revenge are gone, turned away
by the pure, unadulterated pleasure she's given you. Her tongue
(08:19):
is relentless, a hard, fast, flicking assault on your clit,
while her lips create a perfect wet suction. You feel
the build up faster than ever before. You cry out,
your hands fumbling, finding her thick red hair. You tangle
your fingers in it, but not to pull her away.
You press her harder deeper into you, shoving your pussing
(08:43):
against her mouth. As the orgasm rips through your body.
You come hard, screaming into the pastel pillows. You're panting,
your legs trembling as she pulls back just an inch.
You don't think you've ever come this fast. Holy shit,
that was unbelievable. She's looking up at you, her face
(09:05):
slick with your juices, her lips red and swollen, her
eyes shining with an intensity that steals your breath. As
you recover, a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face.
One is just not enough, and she goes down on
you again, no warning, no break. Her tongue finds your clips,
(09:29):
still buzzing and hyper sensitive. It's almost too much. The
pleasure is immediate, a white hot spike. You barely have
time to register what's happening. You didn't even know this
was possible. You cry out, oh God, wait, but you
don't mean it, and she knows it. She just laps
(09:49):
at you faster, harder, and in something you didn't even
realize your body could even do. You come again, almost
immediately after the last time, a quick, sharp, shattering, second
orgasm that leaves you utterly completely spent. You're panting, just panting,
looking at her. She's resting her chin on the bed
(10:11):
between your legs, looking up at you with an expression
of pure, unadulterated adoration, and it hits you. You finally
understand that look you mistook for arrogance, that judgy stare.
It wasn't arrogance, It wasn't judgment. It was desire of
(10:32):
all the people here, all the men and women who
have touched you. She was the one who wanted you
the most. She has been in agony all week, forced
to watch, and you just uncorked the bottle. You're still panting,
your body alive wire, looking at this woman, this stranger
(10:54):
you thought you hated, and in that moment, the last
of your anger doesn't just fade. It feels absurd. It's
been replaced by a white hot electric curiosity, by a
feeling of connection. I need You're not done. She looks confused,
(11:16):
a fash of fear in her eyes, professional mask trying
to flick her back on did I I am sorry,
I can do it again. No, you put your hands
on her shoulders. She's so warm. Get on your back.
Her eyes go wide. I need to taste you, but
(11:37):
the choice you chose you don't have to. I want
to in the truth of those words hits you both.
This isn't a rule, This isn't a choice on a list.
This is your will. You gently firmly push her, and
she goes, tumbling onto her back on the soft bed,
(11:57):
her body still trembling from pleasing you. She looks completely vulnerable,
her arms at her side, her legs slightly parted, that
magnificent bush of dark red hair seeming to invite you in.
You crawl between her legs. You're the goddess now, and
this is your new territory. You lean down, your hair
(12:18):
falling around your face and chest inhale. She smells incredible,
different from you, musky, earthy, and underneath it all a sharp, sweet,
electric scent of pure arousal. You part the wild tangle
of hair with your thumbs, like parting a sacred curtain,
(12:39):
and there she is, pink and glistening, her clit already
a hard, perfect pearl, her lips dewy and so so wet.
She's been wanting this, she's been wanting you. You press
your mouth against her. She tastes electric, a sharp, salty,
metallic taste that is completely addictively her. She lights out
(13:03):
a sharp gasp, her hips lifting off the bed instantly,
her hands flying to your hair. You start slowly, a
goddess's worship. You trace the outline of her outer lips
with a tip of your tongue, lapping at her wetness,
teasing her. But this isn't enough. You remember her hunger,
(13:23):
her voraciousness, and you meet it with your own. You
dive in. You suck her clit into your mouth, pulling gently,
and she cries out. You release it only to attack
it with your tongue, a hard, flat, lapping motion that
has her writhing. She's so responsive, so ready. You flick,
(13:45):
you circle, You drive the flat of your tongue against
that one perfect spot, and she moans a moans, she's
clearly been holding in for a week, and it starts
to fill the room. They aren't the quiet, polite sounds
of a participant. They hear the raw, half sob half
screams of a woman who is finally, finally being touched.
(14:07):
Her hands aren't just in your hair now, she's gripping you,
holding you to her, her hips, bucking, trying to fuck
your mouth. Oh god, yes, fuck, don't stop. Her voice
is completely unrecognizable. You feel her muscles coil, her whole
body tensing up, her toes curling. You don't stop, You
(14:30):
don't slow down. You press harder, faster, swallowing the hot,
sweet flood of her pleasure. She comes completely apart, her
body bucking and seizing against your mouth in a violent, shuddering,
beautiful orgasm. You stay there, lapping at her, tasting the
(14:51):
last of her release, until she's just a panting, trembling,
teary eyed wreck on the bed. You slowly pull back,
she looking at you, know, her face a mess of
joy and tears and sweat and the arrogance, the judgment.
It was never there. All that's left is the slick, shared,
(15:11):
undeniable heat of what you've just done. You walk out
of the Lilac group, your body feeling like it's floating,
your legs are weak, your mouth tastes of her, and
your entire world has been recalibrated. The woman you thought
was your jailer, your judge, was just a fellow prisoner
(15:31):
of her own desire. You feel a profound, intoxicating sense
of power. It's the next morning, and you head to
the director's office for your final meeting. As you approach,
you see her. She's at her usual desk, but she's
not working, She's just waiting. As you pass, she stands up.
(15:57):
Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, looking both
innocent and yet so incredibly hot. She doesn't say a word.
She just steps in front of you, puts her hands
on your face, and pulls you into a deep, passionate,
possessive kiss. It's not like the kisses at the party.
This one is raw, almost like a brand, a promise.
(16:21):
It tastes like her, and it tastes like you. It's
a kiss that seals the pact you just made. She
breaks if, her eyes blazing, and sits back down at
her desk, as if nothing happened. You walk into the
director's office, your lips tingling, your mind reeling. He's standing
by the window, and he turns a look of profound,
(16:44):
almost paternal pride on his face. He looks extremely pleased.
Speaker 2 (16:50):
I hear that you decided to cheat.
Speaker 1 (16:54):
You blush, but you don't feel ashamed. I He holds
up a hand, his smile widening.
Speaker 2 (17:02):
You've achieved your goal and then some. You've done what
only a true goddess can do. You took feelings of distrust, anger,
and petty rivalry, and you used your sexual power to
transmute them. You didn't just win a fight, You erased
the battlefield. You turned a potential enemy into a devoted worshiper.
(17:26):
You created connection where there was only friction.
Speaker 1 (17:30):
He steps closer, his gaze turning even more serious, a
new weight in the air.
Speaker 2 (17:37):
You are ready. Your time here is complete. Tomorrow night
is your graduation. You and the other four participants who
have made it this far will have your final challenge together.
It's not a choice, It is a performance, a demonstration
of the power you have claimed. The five of you
(17:57):
will be on stage and in front of everyone, the staff,
the other participants, your fellow graduates. You will claim your prize.
Speaker 1 (18:08):
He pauses, letting the anticipation build.
Speaker 2 (18:12):
You need to pick one person from your time here,
anyone you've encountered, and you will fuck them on that stage.
You are the goddess. You get to choose your final offering.
Who do you want to fuck in front of everyone?
Who do you want to see undone by your touch?
Who do you want to have scream out your name
(18:33):
as you bring them to climax for all to see.
Who do you want to enjoy while everyone watches you
enjoy them
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