Jax sat on his throne, breathing calmly as he felt his power stabilize slightly. He was surprised to see that as soon as Lena reached orgasm, his power came under control.

With a sigh, he released all his energy, surrounding the divine power and submitting it once more. He no longer needed to be confined in that cocoon. When he emerged, the 120 women of the council were standing in front of him, along with his eight female disciples and the High Priestess, Seraphina.

All of them, worried, asked what had happened that had everyone so concerned, that they had sent out all the servants to get all the faith possible to help him, but that they couldn't get close. They added that they were still receiving his blessings and that the statues were moving from city to city, spreading miracles, but that they felt lonely because when they prayed, they couldn't feel his presence filling them.

Jax looked at them with a smile, and they all smiled back. News had been circulating in every corner of the continent that a certain god had appeared in the room of a faithful devotee and had personally attended to her all night long without rest, to the point of madness. Since that day, the faithful woman had worshipped a statue in front of the church non-stop, shouting about the miracle and asking him to return, saying she would do anything to feel him again.

Since that day, all the female believers of Jax, the God of Dreams, had been making a sort of pilgrimage to the churches. There was even a colossal caravan of millions of women currently heading toward this place, the original chapel of the God of Dreams, as an expression of faith to ask for that very same treatment, hoping for the miracle of meeting the God of Dreams in person.

The 120 virgins were the most devout; since that day, they had prayed without rest, every day, every night. There was no moment when they weren't praying for that miracle, envying Lena for having received it.

he 120 bowed and said goodbye, but not before discreetly displaying their best assets to desperately try to catch his attention. They had brought their most revealing, sexiest dresses—some with a more sophisticated style, others more professional. Some even seemed to show absolutely nothing. No one knew what had attracted the God of Dreams to Lena's bed, so they were desperate to try anything they could think of and perhaps get the miracle.

Jax, the God of Dreams, leaned back on his throne, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched his eight disciples and the High Priestess, Seraphina. The air in the room was thick, charged with tension and desire. The women, dressed in translucent robes, were squeezing their legs together, clearly uncomfortable and aroused at the same time. Jax, with his divine intuition, knew exactly what was going through their minds.

"So, what's going on, my dear disciples?" Jax asked, his voice deep and seductive.

Seraphina, with her raven black hair cascading over her shoulders, stepped forward. As the high priestess and the one closest to Jax, she was in charge of speaking on behalf of the others.

"We have heard rumors, my lord," Seraphina began, her voice firm but with a hint of hesitation. "They say you descended to a mortal and fucked her all night long until she passed out from pleasure. We want to know if it's true."

Jax laughed, a rich, warm sound that echoed in the hall. He rose from his throne and walked slowly towards Seraphina, his steps deliberately slow. He stopped in front of her, so close that she could feel his breath.

"And if it were true, Seraphina?" he murmured, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Would you be jealous?"

Seraphina swallowed, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and fear.

"I would never question the wisdom and desires of the God of Dreams, my lord," she replied, although her words were firm, her eyes betrayed her, showing a deep longing.

Jax stepped back slightly, looking at each of the disciples. His eyes paused on every pair of squeezed legs, noticing how white fluid was dripping from them, wetting the floor beneath their feet.

"So what you want is the same treatment I gave Lena, isn't it?" he asked, his voice full of amusement and lust.

None of the disciples responded verbally, but their bodies spoke for them. Jax could see the desire on their faces, the need in their eyes. He knew they were ready, eager to experience the same ecstasy Lena had known.

With a gesture of his hand, Jax summoned his disciples closer, his presence dominating the room. The air was charged with electricity, and the sound of their accelerated breaths filled the silence.

"Very well, my dears," Jax said, his voice low and dangerous. "Today, all your dreams will come true. But first, you must learn to serve me as Lena did. Are you ready to be fucked like never before?"

The disciples nodded, their bodies trembling with anticipation. Seraphina, with a mixture of determination and desire, knelt before Jax, ready to begin her service. Jax smiled, knowing the night would be long and full of unforgettable pleasure.

Jax then asked them if they wanted to do it privately or have an orgy all together. Until that day, they had only known Jax alone, although Jax would sometimes summon his divine clones to fuck them in the mouth, pussy, and ass at the same time. He would even call more clones so they could feel cocks at the same time in their hands, breasts, and back, filling them with cum until they were completely soaked.

He had never given them anything together, and they didn't know if what Jax did with each one of them he did with all of them, or if only they screamed and moaned like sluts in heat until they passed out from pleasure.

More than envying Lena, they missed feeling Jax's hot, hard dick inside them. For the previous five years, he had fucked them every day without rest. But because of the last divinity problem Jax had, they had been alone lately, only wishing he would come and comfort them.