Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island Chapter 186: The Experiment of Faith

Jax sat back on his throne.

His body felt lighter, more stable, but not as much as he had hoped. The encounter with his eight disciples had restored so of his energy, keeping the divine energy under control, though not to the sa extent as that ti with Lena.

That single night had been enough to awaken sothing entirely different inside him.

He rested his chin on his hand, his golden eyes shining with a quiet glow.

So, it wasn’t just desire... there’s a pattern here.

A theory began to form in his mind.

Perhaps the strength he gained was not solely tied to pleasure or faith, but to the initial bond: that mont when a soul completely opened itself to his power. Maybe since his disciples were too accustod to feeling his cock, the connection wasn’t as powerful as when it was done for the first ti.

Or maybe... it had to do with purity.

The purity of the body, of the heart, or, perhaps, of the belief itself. Maybe if he only fucked virgins, he could experience that amount of extra power again and save a lot of ti.

Jax smirked. "There is only one way to find out."

His voice echoed in the room, making the servants imdiately bow.

Without wasting any more ti, he closed his eyes and began to see the desires of his faithful. A slight golden wave swept across the entire continent, searching especially for that caravan they had ntioned. If anyone was anxious for his cock, it would be them. His power spread faster and faster, as seeing what his faithful were saying helped him find the route they were moving on.

The caravan was still halfway through their pilgrimage; it had started on the other side of the continent to show their faith and not take shortcuts to arrive sooner, as the belief of all the devotees was that the greater the distance they covered, the more likely the God of Dreams would be pleased and grant them his divine cock.

Outside the camp, the sun bathed the courtyards, but not a single person could be seen outside the tents. All the won were currently performing their ritual to attract the blessing of the God of Dreams.

In one tent, Maria was on all fours, the statue of the God of Dreams deeply buried in her pussy, moving fiercely. Her moans echoed in the tent, her body glistening with sweat as she clung to the statue, imagining it was Jax filling her completely.

In another tent, Sofia was using her mouth to worship the statue. Her head moved up and down, sucking and licking with devotion, her hands caressed her own body, pinching her erect nipples while her fingers furiously went into her vagina. Her eyes were closed, lost in the pleasure of her sacred act.

Lena, the initiator of this ritual, was in her tent, using two statues simultaneously. One in her pussy, the other in her ass, moving in a perfect rhythm, her hands gripping the statues tightly. Her body trembled with every thrust, her breathing was fast and shallow, her lips parted in a constant moan as she scread Jax’s na over and over again, begging him to co back and give her pleasure and stay with her one more night.

Another faithful one, Clara, sat on the ground, her legs open, using the statue to rub her swollen clitoris. Her fingers danced over her skin, tracing patterns of pleasure, her hips moving to the rhythm of her caresses. Her eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of her own touch.

In a nearby tent, Ana and Eva masturbated together, using the statues to explore every corner of their bodies. Their hands intertwined, their bodies pressed together, their moans mixing in a symphony of desire. The statue moved between their bodies, filling one first, then the other, in an act of shared worship.

Every tent resonated with the sounds of their devotion, each faithful woman lost in her own world of pleasure, all united in their desire for Jax, the God of Dreams, hoping that their acts would fill them with his divine blessing.

Jax was impressed to see them all masturbating so furiously within his sacred domain. Thousands of faithful won filled the surroundings of the camp, each one performing her own ritual in her own way, uttering his na in unison.

All the won whose faith burned most intensely, whose devotion could even alter reality.

Faith, desire, devotion... in the end, it all feeds the sa fla, he thought.

He extended his hand, and the air filled with golden dust.

As he collected all the essence in that place, Jax wore a broad smile that mixed power and mystery. He descended from the heavens to begin his next "experint": a test destined to reveal how deep the bond between faith... and desire could go.

Jax’s voice, deep and resonant, filled every tent in the camp, a palpable presence that made them all stop their acts. "My faithful," he began, "I have watched you and have chosen those who will show the world the true essence of my power. You have been chosen, and on you lies the responsibility of demonstrating what it truly ans to worship a god."

A murmur of excitent and awe swept through the camp. The won, from the youngest to the most mature, looked at each other with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Jax continued, "You have half an hour to prepare yourselves. Dress as you wish, let your purest essence be manifested. Let each of you beco the incarnation of your own desire, and together, we will explore the limits of adoration."

The chosen ones moved quickly, each one looking for her own reflection in the mirror, choosing outfits that revealed more than they concealed. Maria, with her slender figure, chose a silk dress that hugged every curve, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and excitent. Sofia, with her dark hair cascading down, put on a corset that enhanced her assets, her lips painted a deep red.

Lena, with her innate confidence, dressed in a transparent robe, allowing her body to be visible through the delicate material. Clara, with her curvy figure, opted for a black lace dress, her movents slow and ditative. Ana and Eva, inseparable, dressed in white, symbolizing their purity and shared desire.

The older won, with their wisdom and experience, prepared with a serene calm, choosing outfits that reflected their elegance and their deep connection to spirituality. Each of them prepared carefully, knowing that this mont would define their relationship with Jax forever.

With every minute that passed, the tension in the camp increased. The won moved with a palpable energy, their movents full of purpose and anticipation. And when the ti ran out, an expectant calm fell over the camp, awaiting the arrival of Jax, the God of Dreams, and the beginning of an experience that would change their lives forever.