NTR: Choice Based System

Leader turned his head towards the young girl's tiny melons and sucked it, then licked the nipple and laughed, "you want me to leave these beauties and use your body instead of theirs." He then goes for another round.

The leader's words cut deep, implying that the young girls' untainted bodies were far more desirable than her own. He wanted her to grovel and beg, to succumb to desperation, before they would even consider her plea.

His twisted game was clear: he sought to break her spirit, to reduce her to a state of utter helplessness, before he would think about sparing the girls.

The leader's promise was a lie, a fleeting illusion. Without the worm, a monstrous tool that could enslave women forever, he had no intention of sparing them. The absence of the worm only meant one thing - a temporary reprieve from eternal bondage.

But for now, the leader and his cohorts would revel in the girls' suffering, their cruelty a mere appetizer for the horrors to come. They would break their spirits, shatter their wills, and savour every moment of their torment, for in this twisted game, the girls were nothing more than playthings, mere pawns to be used and discarded at their whim.

In the twisted minds of the demonic cult members, the girls' fate was already sealed. They were destined to become mere playthings, vessels for the cult's depraved desires.

As cultivators, their purpose was to bear children, perpetuating the cult's lineage through countless births, their bodies exploited for decades, centuries, or even eons.

Their existence was reduced to a never-ending cycle of pregnancy and childbirth, their wombs mere incubators for the next generation of cult members. The cult's twisted ideology ensured that these women were nothing more than breeding slaves, their autonomy and dignity sacrificed to fuel the cult's sinister ambitions.

The mature woman, aware of the cult's sinister intentions, begged them to spare the girls. "Take me instead," she implored, her voice trembling with desperation. "I'll be your breeding slave, bearing as many children as you desire. I'll never resist or complain, just please, consider my plea." Her eyes locked onto the leader, her gaze filled with a mix of fear and determination.

She knew the horrors that awaited the girls, and she was willing to sacrifice herself to save them.

The woman lay down, her legs opened in a M shape, her body language conveying a desperate surrender, her two fingers opening her entrance of her lower lips She gestured to the leader and the others, her eyes pleading for them to accept her offer. "this is all yours, come breed me but let them go." Her words hung in the air, as she invites other to come and breed her.

The woman's desperate offer hung in the air, her actions a poignant display of maternal love and sacrifice. Her daughter and the other young girls looked on, their faces etched with embarrassment and horror.

The woman herself was consumed by shame; her eyes downcast in humiliation. But the demonic cultivators revelled in her desperation, their eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation.

They exchanged eager glances, their twisted minds no doubt racing with the possibilities. The leader's response was all that mattered now, and everyone waited with bated breath for his decision.

"The leader's laughter sent chills down the spines of the captives. His hands, still lingering on the young girl's body, made her shudder in disgust. He sucked his fingers, savouring the moment, before making his twisted proposal.

"If you can satisfy me and my ten brothers, before elders' arrival," he sneered, "I might spare these women. But if you fail..." His eyes gleamed with malice as he fondled the girl's breasts, his grip tightening painfully. "I'll make sure your daughter is sold to the most depraved demonic soldiers, where she'll be breed by 1000s of soldiers till her last breath."

The woman's breath caught in her throat as the leader's words hung in the air, each syllable dripping with malevolence. Her mind raced with the unspeakable horrors he hinted at, her imagination conjuring the darkest possibilities.

For a fleeting moment, time stood still, and all that existed was the terror that gripped her heart. She felt her world shrinking, collapsing into a singularity of despair. The faces of her loved ones, especially her daughter, flashed before her eyes, their futures hanging precariously in the balance.

Leader gave her no choice, if she accepts the bet then she has to satisfy eleven men before elder's arrival but

The leader's offer was a cruel ultimatum, leaving the woman with an impossible decision. Accept the bet, and she would have to endure the unimaginable horror of satisfying eleven men, her body and soul shattered by the relentless onslaught.

if she succeeded, her daughter's freedom would be the reward but if she lost then her daughter will become a living breeding machine. Refuse the bet, and the consequences would be equally devastating: all the girls, including her daughter, would be condemned to a life of slavery, their bodies exploited for the cult's twisted desires.

The leader's grin seemed to grow wider, as if he revelled in her anguish, knowing that either choice would destroy her.

With a glimmer of hope still flickering in her mind, the woman made the ultimate sacrifice. She turned her back towards the leader, her body language a stark contrast to the defiance she once showed. With a subtle nod, she raised her hips, her eyes cast downward in surrender. "I accept," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Her body, once a temple of dignity, was now an offering to the monsters before her.

The leader's eyes gleamed with triumph as he approached her, his dragon closing in like vultures sensing prey. The woman's heart raced, her soul crying out in anguish, but her resolve remained unwavering: she would endure this horror to save her daughter.

"you have not taken a real man's dragon inside you but today I'll show you what it looks like." The leader's taunt was a venomous whisper, his words dripping with malice as his 'dragon' made contact with her vulnerable flesh. The woman shivered, her body betraying her fear.

The leader's laughter was a cold, mirthless sound, devoid of humanity. He produced a small bottle from his space ring, its contents glinting in the dim light.

With a flourish, he poured the liquid onto her exposed skin, the sensation like a branding iron searing her very soul. The woman's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as the liquid coursed through her veins, leaving her feeling exposed and defenceless.

"now let's start our little game" he then thrust his dragon inside her.