LOGINAlaric was already buried halfway inside me when the shame started cracking. I lay on my back on the massive honeymoon bed, wedding dress torn open down the front, my tits spilling out and my legs forced wide by Flynn and Ace. Every thrust pushed another inch of his thick cock deeper into my virgin pussy, stretching me in ways I never imagined. The burn was sharp at first, but it kept melting into this heavy, pulsing heat that made my toes curl against the sheets. “Fuck, she’s taking it so well,” Alaric groaned, hips rolling slow and deep. His eyes stayed locked on mine, watching every flutter of my lashes. “Look at her face, boys. She’s starting to like it.” I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the moan climbing up my throat. I shouldn’t like this. I was married barely six hours and here I was, legs spread for my husband’s best friends while he watched from the side, slowly stroking his own cock. But my body didn’t care about that. My pussy kept fluttering around Alaric, pu
"ROXY"My back hit the wall of the honeymoon suite so hard the expensive art rattled. Damian’s mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate, his hands shoving my wedding dress up around my hips before I could even catch my breath. The heavy door had barely clicked shut behind us when he pinned me there, grinding his hard cock against my lace-covered pussy like a man who’d been starving for me all day.“Fuck, Roxy,” he groaned against my lips. “You looked so perfect walking down that aisle. All mine.”I moaned into his kiss, my fingers tangled in his dark hair. This was it. My wedding night. Twenty-two years of saving myself, of blushing through dirty jokes and clenching my thighs at the thought of him finally taking me. My body was already on fire, slick and aching between my legs.Then he pulled back, breathing hard, eyes shadowed with something I didn’t like.“Baby,” he said, voice rough. “There’s something I have to tell you.”I laughed breathlessly, trying to pull him b
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Darius’s bedroom. I lay draped across his broad chest, skin to skin, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows on his sharp cheekbones. One heavy arm rested around my waist even in sleep.I was sore. Deliciously, deeply sore.My pussy still throbbed with the memory of how brutally he had stretched and filled me last night — first on the altar in front of the entire family, then twice more in this very bed before I finally passed out from exhaustion. Cum had dried on my thighs. My nipples were still sensitive from his mouth. And yet… I felt strangely at peace.I never thought I would fuck my uncle.I never imagined I would crave it this badly.A wild, wicked thought slipped into my mind as I watched him sleep. Power. Control. After everything he had taken from me last night my virginity, my dignity, my future — I wanted something back.I shifted higher on his body
The thick head of Daddy’s cock pressed against my virgin entrance, pulsing with raw need. The entire family watched in heavy silence as Darius gripped my hips and began to push forward.“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, voice thick with dark lust. “This little niece cunt is strangling the head already. Been saving this perfect hole just for your Daddy, haven’t you?”“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, tears of overwhelming pleasure-pain slipping down my cheeks.He fed me his cock inch by brutal inch slow, deliberate, merciless. Every thick vein dragged along my walls as he stretched me open wider than I ever thought possible. The burn was exquisite. When he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against my ass and the head kissed my cervix, I screamed.A collective murmur of dark approval rolled through the gathered relatives.Darius didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back until only the fat crown remained inside me, then slammed forward again, fucking me with deep, powerful s
The heavy weight of Darius’s cock rested against my soaked pussy like a promise and a threat. He dragged the thick, veined length up and down my clit, coating himself in my shame while twenty-five pairs of eyes devoured every twitch of my body.I was naked from the waist up, black mourning dress bunched uselessly around my hips, legs spread obscenely wide on the cold marble altar. My full breasts heaved with every shaky breath, nipples tight and glistening from his earlier mouth. And between my thighs… God, I was a mess. My cunt glistened obscenely, swollen and flushed, dripping steadily onto the ancient stone.Darius looked down at me with dark satisfaction. “Such a pretty little whore already,” he murmured, loud enough for the entire chamber to hear. “Look at you leaking for your uncle’s cock in front of the whole family.”Heat flooded my face, but my hips rolled up involuntarily, trying to catch the fat head of his cock against my entrance. He pulled back with a low chuckle.“
I couldn’t stop shaking. Forty minutes. That’s all I had left before the rest of the family descended into this torch-lit chamber of sin. Forty minutes of Darius circling me like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey, while my traitorous pussy kept leaking down my thighs, ruining the expensive black silk of my mourning dress. He hadn’t even properly touched me yet, and I was already a dripping, aching mess. “Take off your panties, Ivy,” he ordered quietly, leaning against the black marble altar with his powerful arms crossed. The torchlight carved sharp shadows across his face, making him look even more dangerous. More god-like. “Now.” My hands trembled as I reached under the hem of my dress. The fabric was already damp where it clung to my skin. I hooked my fingers into the soaked lace and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them carefully. The cool air kissed my bare, swollen pussy and I whimpered softly. Darius held out his hand. I placed the drenched panties







