<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Descend. So that was the word for it. Hazeel tried to suck up as much information as was possible, but he admittedly would get distracted every few sentences by how the wind moved the woman's hair or how her body seemed to be the perfect size for a man like him. Did she have a similar size to his wife? Maybe thoughts like that weren't very productive, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was the case. He nodded at the word, indeed wanting to descend even with the hellish amounts of cheating that he had already done on his wife to try and get out of this world.<br/><br/>He smirked at her tone. He was a man that wanted to reunite with his wife, no doubt. But he was still a man, and a man was, is, and always will only be as faithful as his options. He followed her gaze to his cock, and felt his ego boost just a little bit. If a woman like her was licking his lips, surely he was an exemplary man who deserved all of the attention and sex that he was getting. No, scratch that. He was doing this for his wife... of course. To descend. Before he could say much else, Hazeel felt a cushion of sand beneath his back, and already the sand was beginning to massage his body in ways that he never felt before. As if it was even possible for millions of course pebbles to rub across his skin in ways that weren't uncomfortable, Hazeel closed his eyes almost immediately from the relaxation that spread through his body.<br/><br/>Her hand felt like heaven, better than anything the previous Goddesses had tried. Even their mouths felt nothing like the Shopkeeper's hand, and Hazeel had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to hold his composure for long. His summoner was... Irelia. The woman that first gave him his powers, and was a bit of a haughty bitch about it too. What had happened to her? He couldn't come back to where she had summoned him, because he had forgotten where that location was. If Irelia summoned him here... did that mean he had to find her eventually? Would she even have the strength to send him back if he had to mind-break her first to bring her onto his side? These thoughts continued within his mind until he suddenly felt his orgasm building up in his belly. It wasn't just a tickle, but the feeling as if the dam was about to burst.<br/><br/>"Ooh... fuck..." Hazeel groaned as his cock throbbed within her grasp. "But what if I can't find my summoner anymore?" he asked, but the Shopkeeper had no intention of answering his questions any longer. She wanted that divine essence in his balls, and it wasn't that hard for her to get it. Hazeel felt his consciousness begin to leave him, the massage sucking his body into absolute bliss while his cock was sucked like a prime whore. His Divine Essence-enchanted seed shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat, as if it wanted to go there in the first place. His cock throbbed over and over, more than several times to shoot the magical seed straight into her stomach. From how much he had fucked the Goddesses in this world, the Shopkeeper had more seed than usual to swallow, which made her stomach mighty full by the time she was done. With a comforting massage and a blowjob sent from the Gods, Hazeel couldn't help but fall asleep without much more to add on the final question.<br/><br/>A couple hours passed, and Hazeel awoke to find himself on an ornate rug within one of the many rooms in Vivi's Palace, a world of large amounts of excess. Sara had collapsed asleep next to him too, and he wondered when she would actually awake while around him. Surely she hadn't been that exhausted from a tryst with him? Hazeel finally moved to his feet, finding himself clad in his normal outfit of his desert cotton and silk. But now, compared to other times, he was now adorned with a steel scimitar at his side, holstered and ready to be pulled free. Something told him that he would need it, and it brought the heat of battle back to his reflexes and nerves. He hoisted Sara over his shoulder if she remained asleep, while keeping her behind him if she had woken up. He walked out of the room and headed down a hallway, following the noise that seemed to lead to the main gambling room. "Follow my lead..." Hazeel muttered, hoping Sara was able to hear him as he kept an eye out for any character that looked different from the dozens of Goddesses that gambled away their worries.</span>