The jungle floor shuddered beneath them, a wet, earthy groan echoing from above as the canopy split open, greenish-gold moonlight pouring down like a spotlight, bathing the clearing in a humid, otherworldly glow.
The group—Kota, Sereya, Selene, Lyra, and Veyna—stood trembling, their bodies still slick with milk and arousal from the Goddess Yield trial, their pussies throbbing, nipples aching, breaths ragged with the weight of survival and Elira's loss.
The moss parted in a perfect lane, fifty meters long, glistening with dew that shimmered with friction heat, the ground pulsing subtly, vibrating like a living thing.
The air was thick, heavy with the scent of arousal—hot breath, smeared sweat, and dripping cunt—stirring their already heightened desires, making thighs clench and cocks throb.
The jungle didn't wait, its vines twitching faintly, flowers blooming with soft, moist sighs, the atmosphere a cruel tease that promised pleasure and punishment in equal measure.
