Shennong's head spun like a top, his vision swimming as he fought to shake off the dizziness clinging to him like a stubborn fog. He blinked hard, forcing his eyes to focus.
The air was heavy, thick with the scent of something else or someone else—something ancient and electric. He wasn't in the illusion anymore. That much was clear. The cold stone floor beneath him and the faint hum of magic in the air grounded him in reality.
His gaze darted around the dimly lit chamber, and his heart skipped a beat. Rilith and Velara were there, stark naked, their bodies swaying in a provocative dance, hips bouncing as if caught in some primal rhythm.
"What are they doing?" Shennong questioned, but then he realized they were in the illusion of riding something. Shennong knew them being succubi they are in the illusion of bouncing on some cock.
