The sun dipped low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the jungle. Trees towered above, their leaves creating a lush canopy that filtered the golden light. The air was thick with the scent of earth and flowers, mingling with the sounds of the cascading waterfall.
Birds chirped in the distance, their songs a delicate contrast to the primal scene unfolding by the water.
Martha, hidden behind the thick foliage, was transfixed by the sight before her.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched Kiba's massive form move with raw, animalistic grace.
He was deep inside Penelope, her legs wrapped around his waist, her moans of pleasure harmonizing with the rush of the waterfall. Tempest knelt beside them, her mouth eagerly attending to Kiba's balls, her tongue lapping up every drop of his essence.
Martha's grip tightened around the hilt of her sword.
Crimson ice currents surged from the center of her armor, snaking down her arm and into the blade.
The power hummed with her anger and confusion, a cold, deadly force ready to strike. She was here to stop him, to save the women from his cock.
But as she raised her sword, ready to slash through the foliage and interrupt the act, something shifted within her.
"What?!"
The gift box inside her heart began to unwrap, its ribbons unfurling in a slow, deliberate motion.
The reality-warping power it contained sensed her intent and reacted, pulling her into a different plane of existence.
"Gift of Happiness!" she exclaimed, recalling the words of the Ice Queen.
The world around her morphed, colors swirling and blending in a kaleidoscopic dance.
The jungle faded, replaced by a reality that was both vibrant and disorienting.
In this new realm, Martha felt as though she was floating, her senses heightened and her mind hazy, as if she was high on some potent drug.
The world was a riot of colors, bright and pulsating with life.
She saw Kiba from up close, his "Ass Breaker" a throbbing, veiny monstrosity that exuded raw, masculine energy.
The sight of it was both terrifying and mesmerizing.
He moved with a predatory grace, his cock plunging into the asses of multiple women, each of different colors and ethnicities, their bodies varied and beautiful in their uniqueness.
"Ohhh godddd!"
"Fuck me, Kibaaa!"
"Pound my ass!"
"No! Pound me first! I'm married, she is not!!"
"She's lying! I'm engaged so pleaseeeee!!"
They moaned and cried out, their bodies fighting each other, claiming why they deserved his Ass Breaker.
Kiba assured every woman, regardless of their relationship status, that he would be impartial.
And impartial he was.
At least his Ass Breaker showed no partiality when it slammed into a woman's mouth, pussy, and ass!!
Their faces contorted in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
He fucked them in lavish settings—luxurious bedrooms, grand halls, opulent gardens—each location more decadent than the last.
"Why would women beg for his Ass Breaker?!" Martha wondered.
As if to answer her question, the very reality showed her the reason.
Now she could feel the heat radiating from his cock, its powerful, manly scent invading her senses.
Her tight asshole clenched in fright as Kiba pulled out of one woman's ass, his cock slick and gleaming, and turned towards her.
Even though he didn't penetrate her, she felt the overwhelming sensation as if he did.
The strange reality made her experience the invasion, her body responding to the phantom thrusts with a mix of fear and twisted anticipation.
The Ass Breaker was far more powerful than she had ever imagined.
She felt the crushing weight of its size, the stretch and the burn as it filled her ass, a sensation so profound and vague it left her gasping.
She could barely comprehend the orgasmic happiness and the sharp, tearing pain, each emotion blending into a bewildering torrent of sensation.
In this kaleidoscopic reality, she experienced what it might be like for Kiba to take her anal cherry.
The imagined feeling was so intense, so all-consuming that she couldn't discern pleasure from pain.
Her body writhed and convulsed as if he was truly inside her, dominating her with a primal, unyielding force. His voice, deep and mocking, echoed in her mind.
"You're a whore, a slut! You've never experienced a cock, and that's why you're so against the happiness of others!"
His words cut through her, both humiliating and arousing her.
She felt the phantom touch of his hands on her breasts, squeezing and abusing them, his lips and teeth leaving marks on her skin.
Her body was a vessel for his pleasure, and she found a twisted joy in the degradation.
Without warning, his Ass Breaker moved from her ass to her mouth.
She could taste the musky, salty essence, her lips stretching around its girth.
The sensation was overwhelming, her throat convulsing as she struggled to accommodate him.
The kaleidoscopic world around her intensified, colors flashing brighter, sounds growing louder.
Then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came.
She could feel his hot seed flooding her mouth, filling her throat, and choking her.
The world exploded in a riot of colors, and then everything went dark.
Martha awoke to the sound of the waterfall, her body trembling, her mind reeling from the experience.
She checked herself frantically, her hands running over her armor, her body.
There were no signs of penetration, no tears in her clothing.
Everything was as it had been, yet she felt irrevocably changed.
"What just happened?" she whispered, her voice shaky.
In the distance, she saw Kiba, having released his cum inside Penelope's sweet cunt. Tempest was eagerly licking the mixture of their juices, her face a picture of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.
Martha tried to make sense of what she had witnessed and experienced.
She stood up, her legs wobbling beneath her, weak from the Gift of Happiness.
Though her body had not been touched in reality, the sensations from the altered state had left her as drained and weakened as the women she had seen pounded by the Ass Breaker.
"Aahh!"
She stumbled, her legs barely able to support her, the echoes of her ordeal still rippling through her body.
As she fell back to the ground, her mind raced.
The reality-warping power had shown her the true extent of Kiba's abilities, the overwhelming force of his cock and the pleasure it could bring.
Despite her mission to stop him, a part of her now understood the allure, the irresistible draw of the Ass Breaker.
She was enlightened.
She watched, helpless, as Kiba and the women continued their debauchery, her own body tingling with the residual effects of her strange journey.
The jungle around her was a blur, the sounds of pleasure echoing in her ears as she struggled to regain her strength...