Lust and Power

Fyodor had had a terrible day. It started on a horrible note when he saw his goddess Zoe ditch the skirt which he had stained with his cum, and wear some armored leggings instead. She had gone out in the morning so early that she didn't even have breakfast at the Inn.

And now as morning turned into day, which turned into noon and now night, Fyodor wondered whether she would ever return. He had overheard her talking with Famina and both of them had mentioned going to some Caves within the Tal. They wouldn't be the first ones to never return from that infernal forest.

If she had to die, why didn't she died after I had my taste of her, Fyodor thought bitterly, massaging his frustrated cock through his trousers.

A creaking of the main door caused him to look up boredly, and immediately all his disappointment vanished.

For standing in the doorway was Zoe.