Doubting Reality

Circe watched, jaw agape, as Penelope and Tempest fawned over Kiba's cock with a mixture of fascination and something akin to reverence.These were two of the strongest women Circe knew – Penelope, the tribe leader whose muscles strained against her simple dress, and Tempest, the border force's unmatched phantom in terms of agility and speed.Yet, here they were, reduced to giggling fools by a man's… well, a nether region!If they weren't such formidable warriors, Circe might have considered a good, old-fashioned concussion cure.Forget their ignorance about male anatomy – Eden's isolation explained that. But to blindly trust a prophecy, especially one as ludicrous as this "Feminist" savior business?Especially when his "proof" of prophesied status came in the form of a… well, a package!Circe snorted.The very idea of a man being their savior, a source of mystical bliss, was laughable. The women of Eden were self-sufficient and independent by their very nature!