The world is ending. But his life only gets better…just like he deserves.
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The world is ending. But his life only gets better…just like he deserves.
Look, I can explain. The sun goddess Polina, gorgeous and wonderful, blonde perfection personified, is storming a massive mobile fortress to “rescue” her sister Artemis (she doesn’t want to be rescued, not anymore) from my darling Wes, and obviously I cannot allow that. Not when Wes is so brilliant, so deserving, so…
I mean, okay, fine, he’s playing his video game again and I think he’s eaten cereal for thirty-seven meals running, but that’s beside the point. Genius wears many faces.
Polina arrives radiant, furious, untouchable, flanked by tall, marble-cut Nemesis. They mean to drag Artemis home. They mean to end him.
They get one look at him.
That’s all it takes, really. One look, one glance at his obviously super-mastermind self. They realize how smart he is. How dominant. How perfect. How no one who looks this hapless could actually be what he is—how it’s all a facade, and that they have to give in while the giving is good.
And oh, is it ever good.
I’m immune, somehow. But these goddesses? They’ll be like, totally brainless soon. His worshipful, devoted, fertile pets. And they’ll totally forget about ever wanting anything but hot, eager, lingerie-clad service for his glory. And then, once he owns all of them, all of the goddesses ever, well…
…I win? …or something?
I know I had a plan. Maybe if I make another goddess serve Wes, I’ll remember what it is?
All that matters is his pleasure anyway.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of INTENSE kink and bimbofication, mind control, lactation erotica, and the delicious humiliation of a self-righteous feminist.
