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The heat in the bedroom had been stifling, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, agonizing burn of the light.
Just a second ago, Leon had been lying on his back in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs. His hand was slipped beneath the waistband, fingers gripped tight around his hardening length, slowly rubbing the friction of the cotton against his skin as his mind drifted through a haze of dirty thoughts. He’d been seconds away from a heavy, quiet release when the floor beneath his bed simply ceased to exist.
There was no sound. No warning. Just a violent tear in reality that swallowed him whole.
He tumbled through a blinding, swirling vortex of neon violet and pitch black, his heart hammering against his ribs. The pressure built up in his skull until he gasped for air, his fingers tearing away from his shorts as he flailed into the void.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, the spinning stopped.
Leon slammed onto a cold, hard floor. He groaned, coughing as the metallic scent of ozone filled his lungs. Shaking his head, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, realization hitting him all at once: he was freezing, his skin was bare, and he was completely somewhere else. He looked down—he was still just in his underwear, his dick still half-swollen and pulsing from the interrupted friction.
“Well, look what the rift dragged in,” a voice purred.
The sound was low, dripping with a smoky, deliberate malice that made the hairs on the back of Leo’s neck stand up.
He lifted his head, his eyes widening as they adjusted to the dim, oppressive grandeur of the hall. He was kneeling at the center of a massive, vaulted chamber carved entirely from obsidian stone. Looming directly in front of him, elevated on a dais of jagged rock, sat a massive throne.
And on it sat a goddess of pure, carnal authority.
She was devastatingly voluptuous, her body a masterpiece of heavy curves and flawless, golden skin. She leaned back casually, one leg crossed over the other, completely unbothered by the sudden arrival of a half-naked stranger. Her dress was woven from a fabric so impossibly thin and transparent it might as well have been made of smoke. Through the sheer, dark mesh, the heavy bounce of her full breasts was completely on display, the dark, hard nubs of her nipples staring right at him. Lower down, the transparent fabric pooled over her wide hips, offering an unfiltered view of the thick, dark patch of unshaved pubic hair nesting between her thighs. She was raw, untamed, and entirely exposed.
Leon’s throat went bone-dry. His half-erection throbbed violently, straining against the fabric of his underwear.
“Fascinating,” she murmured, her gaze drifting down to the obvious, heavy bulge between his legs. A slow, wicked smirk spread across her lips. “Sent to me completely bare and already begging for it. I like a man who knows his place before I even have to break him.”
Before Leon could speak, a low, rumbling vibration shook the floor.
From the shadows flanking her throne, two massive shapes stepped into the dim light. Leo choked back a gasp. They were panthers—but twice the size of any beast on Earth, their fur a midnight black that seemed to swallow the light. Heavy, rusted iron collars were clamped around their thick necks, connected to thick, heavy chains that coiled directly into the Empress’s left hand. They bared their fangs, a thick string of saliva dripping to the stone floor as they locked their glowing yellow eyes onto Leo’s throat.
The Empress gave the chains a sharp, effortless tug. The metal clanked loudly, and the giant beasts immediately sank back onto their haunches, whining low in their throats.
“Don’t worry, little pet,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto his with a gaze that made his blood boil with pure lust. “They only eat when I tell them to. But judging by that pathetic, hard cock of yours, I think you’re the one about to get devoured.”
