Not even a minute passed and Lucille was shaking uncontrollably, screaming her appreciation. The tendril up her ass had done its job faster than Byron had hoped for. It was time to apply the same technique to the other dryads.
He released another round of Sensation Smoke. He was surprised he still had that much in his reserves. Perhaps it had something to do with all the divinity he was absorbing from them.
The purple mist formed into several tendrils.
Byron reached out with his mind and picked at least two tendrils for each dryad. It still amazed him how he was able to tell apart each and every tentacle and tendril as easily as how a person is able to control his fingers.
Better yet, how his mind was able to create an image of anyone connected to any of his tendrils or tentacles even if he had not looked at them.
The images of all the dryads materialized in his mind as he directed the new batch of tendrils into their pussies to wet them.
