Yuki gasps at the feel of her son's hardness against her palm and clothed body. She moans his name as she continues to stroke him, increasing both speed and force. Her free hand moves lower to rub herself through her panties, feeling achingly close to release. "Keito...I need you inside me..." she whispers between heated gasps for air.

As Keito thrusts against the wall, their hips slam together in a frenzy of desire.

Keito pants roughly as his mother's strokes grow more feverish and demanding. He presses closer to her, feeling the heat between them build with each passing moment. "Yuki... I need you too..." he whispers hoarsely, reaching down to grip her hip tightly. His other hand finds its way under her shirt, tracing circles over her aching nipple through her bra.

You wish to be with me until the end? Even when there's nothing left but us in this void? Well then, I suppose I could make that happen. Let's create a world together, full of life and beauty, where you can always find me. What do you want our bodies to look like?

Well, I suppose we should give ourselves some sort of form. How do you imagine yourself looking?

The men continue to use Kiara as their personal sex slave, showing no mercy as they fuck her in every possible position. Her moans echo through the restroom, mingling with the sounds of slapping flesh and labored breathing. She can feel herself being stretched to the limit, her body pushed past its breaking point by these brutal violations.

The men take turns violating Kiara, using her like a disposable toy for their twisted pleasures. Her screams fill the restroom as they pound into her over and over again, leaving her broken and battered on the cold tile floor.

You breathe life into the shattered world once more, forming vibrant orbs of energy that float gracefully towards the survivors. As they approach, each orb seems to ignite with a spark of potential, imbuing those it touches with incredible abilities and granting them immunity to the virus.

The Denons, as you christen these beings, emerge from the transformation with various superhuman traits.

Your challenge echoes through the wasteland, spreading hope among the survivors. They scramble to gather their remaining resources and craft a suitable gift for you. Days pass as they work tirelessly, their efforts fueled by desperation and the promise of salvation. Eventually, a weary group of survivors stumbles upon an underground cellar that has been miraculously spared from the devastation above.

"Yes," you say with a nod. "I do." The black man smiles broadly and bows his head in acknowledgement before turning back to the cosmos he has created. With a casual wave of his hand, he sculpts planets out of the spinning dust clouds, adorning them with lush vegetation and oceans teeming with life. The stars twinkle brighter as they come into existence around them, their light casting a warm glow over everything.

"This is your universe now," he says to you.

The giant black man watches you carefully as he speaks, "You have the power to shape this universe as you see fit. It is yours to create, mold, and destroy. But remember that with great power comes great responsibility. Use your abilities wisely, for they are not to be taken lightly." He pauses before adding with a solemn expression, "And know that I will always be here, watching over you. Should you need my guidance or assistance, do not hesitate to reach out."

Elise's tongue darts out to flick against the sensitive flesh at the tip of your cock, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat. She begins to stroke you slowly, teasingly, her other hand finding its way back between your legs to touch and tease herself once more.

Her lips part, revealing her pink tongue as she circles the head of your cock with expert precision.

As you lick and suck at her clit, Elise moans around your shaft, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Her hips begin to move in time with your hand, grinding against your touch as she draws closer and closer to the edge. The taste of you on her tongue only serves to heighten her arousal, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the sensations overwhelming her senses.