The room was dark, only lit by the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. Jax, the God of Dreams, floated on his celestial throne, his divine body showing signs of wear. The excess of power was disintegrating him, and he needed an outlet.
He decided to use his power to connect with his faithful, granting their wishes. In the mind of one of his devotees, a young woman named Lena, Jax appeared in her dreams. Lena lay in her bed, her body burning with desire. She wore a set of black silk lingerie that enhanced her curves, her firm and round butt cheeks peeking out from under the fabric.
Her hands slid over her body, caressing her breasts and moving down to her pussy. With her fingers, she started masturbating, pushing them in deeply as she moaned Jax's name. "Jax," she whispered, her voice full of lust. She took a small statue of her god and used it as if it were his cock, moving it inside her wet and hot pussy.
