Shame gnawed at Martha's insides as the Ice Queen retreated back into meditation.
"That Ass Destroyer…"
She muttered under her breath, the weight of the title a bitter pill to swallow. After all, she clearly recalled the videos of him using the Ass Destroyer on women, weakening them beyond limit!
"What in the world could he have possibly done to earn such praise… and such disappointment in the women of Eden!?"
Her mind churned, searching for an explanation.
Why would the Queen feel they'd been overestimated!?
The answer remained stubbornly out of reach.
"Surely he's not using the Ass Destroyer to destroy the women of Eden?!"
The thought hit her like lightning, and she forgot to breathe.
But reason kicked in.
Eden's women weren't city-dwellers, easily swayed by baubles.
They were fierce, proud warriors who would defy the gods!
They wouldn't be bested by The Ass Breaker!
Still, a sliver of doubt lingered. With a determined nod, she bowed to the Queen and left the throne room.
She wouldn't wait for answers to drip from the royal lips. She'd find them herself!
"I hope I'm not too late!" she muttered, her steps quickening as she headed for the treasure vault.
The memory of her previous attempt at defeating Kiba, even with the Realm Treasure in hand, brought a grimace to her face.
This time, though, things would be different!
The weapon's true power could be only displayed within the borders of Eden – Eden being the very Realm it was designed to protect!
"After all," she rationalized, "Her Highness didn't punish me for taking it the first time… that must mean she approved, right?"
This self-assurance, however shaky, fueled her steps as she grasped the Realm Treasure tightly.
***
Meanwhile, in the medical room, chaos reigned.
Circe lay sprawled on the floor, a hapless victim caught in the throes of a bizarre, nectar-fueled frenzy.
Penelope and Tempest, fueled by the lingering aftertaste of the white nectar, continued their assault on her face. They showered her face with fervent kisses, their tongues darting out like eager snakes to lick away the nectar.
"St---"
A strangled protest died on Circe's lips as the last few drops of the nectar, now sliding down her cheek, fell into her protesting mouth. She closed her mouth.
Her initial outrage morphed into a subconscious exploration of the taste.
"Greedy!"
Penelope's and Tempest's eyes turned red.
Circe was stealing their fruits of labor!
How could she?!
Betraying them when they had struggled so hard for its taste!
Circe's silence only fanned the flames for Penelope and Tempest.
They interpreted her silence as greed, a desperate attempt to hoard the precious nectar for herself!
Their lips met hers in a frantic exploration, a desperate struggle to claim their share of the intoxicating elixir.
"Aahhh...!"
"Mmmmm!" Moans escaped their lips as they continued to clamp down on Circe's mouth.
Only when they had scraped every last drop from Circe's mouth, their faces flushed and glazed with a satisfied glow, did they finally pull back.
"Aahhh!"
A low moan escaped their lips, a sound born of a potent mix of satisfaction and a curious heat that thrummed between their thighs.
A yearning emanating from deep within them... a yearning they couldn't quite understand!
Their eyes, glazed over with the primal yearning, darted back to the only answer.
The once proud weapon, however, had begun to lose its rigidity, slumping downwards in a slow deflation.
But this didn't faze Penelope or Tempest.
After all, they'd experienced how their mouths could coax it back to its former glory!
The weapon was immortal!
So they would rejuvenate it again, making it stand and throb proudly through their mouths!
Perhaps this time they could scratch the itch in their nether regions – the very area that now felt strangely hungry!
A torrent of saliva flooded their mouths as their gaze locked back on Kiba's weapon.
Anticipation glistened in their eyes, their bodies instinctively moving towards the bed, ready to reawaken the slumbering giant.
Just then, Circe's voice, a harsh thunderclap, shattered their reverie. "Snap out of it, you two fools!" she roared. "Don't let yourselves be seduced by a man's… flesh!"
"Man's flesh?!"
Penelope and Tempest echoed, their heads snapping back to stare at Circe with expressions bordering on bewilderment.
"Do all men have such… weapons!?"
Circe's gaze darted towards the deflating cock, a stark contrast to its former glory.
A deep blush crept up her neck as she recalled its imposing stature mere moments ago.
"Well," she stammered, struggling for the right words, "men… don't possess a 'weapon' quite as… grand as that, no."
Tempest's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"So, he truly is different!" she exclaimed. "He must be The Feminist then!"
Penelope's brow furrowed in contemplation.
Circe might not have ventured outside Eden, but her knowledge of the outside world far surpassed theirs.
A healer and doctor, she undoubtedly had some understanding of men's anatomy, even if it wasn't focused on the restorative arts. And now, she readily admitted that men lacked weapons as magnificent as Kiba's…!
A gasp escaped Penelope's lips.
"Does that mean the prophecy… wasn't a complete fabrication?!"
She had repeated the mysterious prophecy to Tempest due to the latter's request a while back and also out of amusement.
Yet, despite relaying it as a siren's foretelling, a nagging doubt had always lingered.
Sirens, though present in Eden, were descendants of the Atlantean people. Creatures of the sea, their motives, just like their knowledge of land-dwellers, were shrouded in mystery. Trusting them completely, even as a fellow woman, felt akin to playing a game with an unseen hand.
"But maybe the prophecy is real!" She thought aloud.
Circe's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"The Feminist?!"
She sputtered, disbelief coloring her voice.
What kind of ludicrous notion is that!?
Taking a man's… cock… as some divine proof!?
Unbelievable!
Yet these two dimwits had confident looks on their faces!
It was enough to make a healer want to bang her head against the nearest wall...