You struggle with the thought of release, though you know that wold make everything up to this point meaningless. Then you think about Amy. She is your best friend and is in desperate need of your help. You cannot fail her.
So you fight back, pushing your pleasure aside even as the girls start working on your now aching vagina. You concentrate, placing mental walls against any pleasurable feeling.
“No, don’t fight it. Embrace your sexuality. Let it flow freely inside you, but don’t let it go.”
You feel like screaming “You’re not helping!” at the dryad, but the heat between your legs is so intense that you are sure the only screaming you will do will be a loud orgasmic one.
You remove the barriers and let the sensations run their course. Your nipples are being licked and sucked. Your legs and belly are being stroked. Someone is running their hands through your hair. And, of course, there are the fingers and tongue exploring your inner walls and vulva. You’re sweating from the exertions and have shut your eyes tightly. Your hands are clawing at the ground and your feet are clenched to the point that your toes are turning white. You continue to let the pleasure flow, but it is quite visible to anyone that you are about to cum. Your hips buck wildly, but you don’t allow your self release. You are finally at the precipice of pleasure and know that it is now or never.
“You have the energy. Now focus it.”
You concentrate on the energy, shrinking it down to a ball of intense energy in the middle of your chest next to your rapidly beating heart.
“Focus!”
You move the ball from your chest down to the center of your loins. The girls continue their work, adding more energy to the ball, making it unstable.
“Focus!”
You make the ball as dense as possible. You need to orgasm now! When you feel a tongue on your clitoris, you focus all your energy on that one spot.
“RELEASE!”
Imagine filling a balloon with water. Now squeeze the balloon until it can’t take any more and explodes. Now imagine you are the balloon.
Exactly.
A torrent of energy flows from your womb, throwing the girls nearly ten feet away. But it doesn’t stop there. Energy explodes from your nipples, your mouth- basically every pour on your body. All of the girls back away from you and marvel at the intense white light emanating from you, surrounding you, becoming you.
Of course, you don’t see or feel any of this. You are too busy suffering from the most intense orgasm of your life. Your insides are aflame in ecstasy and you can do nothing feel it flow over you. You scream, but none of it is intelligible because all higher functions in your brain have ceased for the time being.
You have no idea how long you were in that state before the energy dissipates and you float gently to the floor. You are lightheaded and exhausted from the whole experience.
The dryads walk over to you. They look down at your prostrate body and smile. “Congratulations,” one states. “You have mastered the basics of the sexual battle. You will find that it will be much easier to reach that state now that you know how to focus. In time, you will also recover faster.”
Another girl chimes in. “Inside the dungeon, you may challenge virtually any creature that wishes to do you harm to a sex battle instead of just beating on someone until they die. If your energy is sufficient enough when you release, you will force your opponent into an orgasmic fit that will utterly disable or destroy them. However, the same can happen to you. If your opponent releases enough energy, you will be disabled and there is no telling what they will do to you. Some will simply kill or eat you. Others will convert or enslave you. If you want to save your friends, you don’t want that to happen. And don’t forget- it is the only way to defeat the dark master.”
You can’t believe how much power you can get from an orgasm.
You try to get up, but find you are still very tired. You manage to get to your feet and gather up your clothes. The dryads just watch you, almost eerily.
“Well,” you say casually “I need to get going.”
One girl walks over to you. “Don’t go. You are exhausted. You should stay here.” The rest of the girls agree loudly.
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