Beg for it... #8

As Adrian made his way back to the temple, the cool night air felt refreshing against his flushed skin. He moved silently, his senses heightened from the night's activities.

He thought about Lilith, Medea, and Ava waiting inside, each carrying their own powers, desires, and ambitions. Adrian knew he was walking a dangerous line with these goddesses. Yet, despite the risks, he couldn't deny the thrill of it—the power that came with commanding their attention and influence.

As he approached the entrance to the temple, Adrian's steps slowed. Something was off—there was a presence, lingering, watching. His instincts were rarely wrong.

And then, from the shadows, a voice dripped with amusement.

"Well, well, well," came a sultry purr. "Look who's sneaking back after a little... extracurricular activity."