LOGINThe one who turned agony into love and moaned through punishments—Eli. Eli didn't just survive Zeke—he softened him. Didn't just hold Damien—he taught him. And when Delilah steps into their world and sees what the darkness is like—Eli still burns at the centre of their madness. In the third part of this series "SACRED SINS"—Seduction and Sin, the new lover learns what it means to be loved by a sadist who craves blood and control, She also sees how eagerly Eli answers when darkness calls.
They unstrapped Eli from the position he was in and out him over the bench, where Zeke wasted no time ramming into Eli who moaned and begged in between, “gods, more... stretch me nnnnggghhh,” Zeke enjoyed the position Eli was in, helpless and in the dark about what was being done to his ass. Zeke slapped Eli's ass with his palm, then spreading Eli's butt cheeks, seeing the gape around his thick cock. Pride filled Zeke at that fact that only he could reduce Eli to a wanton mess. Damien raised Eli's head and shoved his cock down Eli's throat, giving no room for adjustment as he began thrusting. Eli tried to move away but Damien slapped him hard, “shut up slut, and be useful. I don't want to feel your teeth you hear me?” Their assault stretched into hours, their aphrodisiac-fueled stamina turning them into relentless machines. Eli's belly bloated from endless cum loads, sloshing with every brutal thrust. The air reeked of sweat, lube, and raw sex, thick and heady, making their cocks throb
They took a break for about a week after that intense orgy. Everyone needed time to recover. Work piled up for all of them. Zeke buried himself in office calls and reports. Noni handled his security of shipments, coming home dusty and tired. Damien coded late into the nights, eyes red from screens. Delilah managed Eli and Zeke's schedule. Eli was back at the company accounting and still auditing for Zeke illegal business. His ass still tender under his pants. Their evenings were soft, light kisses in the kitchen. Hugs that lingered, bodies pressed close without pushing further. Cuddles on the couch, Eli's head on Zeke's chest, fingers tracing the tattoos. Non-penetrative sex kept the fire simmering. Dry humping till they both came in pants. Handjobs slow and teasing. Mouths on Delilah's tits and each other's necks. Fingers circling holes but never entering. They slept tangled, breaths syncing, no one demanding more. They all felt cherished, safe. The break healed bruises, rebuilt en
Later that day, Noni stirred first in the dungeon heap. Blinking his sticky eyes open. Cum crust on his chest. Damien woke next, groaning as he shifted, his ass sore. Delilah yawned, tits heaving, pussy lips puffy. They untangled slow, naked bodies sliding apart. As they all walked out rubbing their eyes, cocks and tits swinging free. Once the kitchen hit them, the smell of cold pasta and chicken mixed with fresh cum stink. There sat Zeke, naked on a sofa, legs spread wide. Eli sprawled naked partially on his body to the rest of the sofa, dazed out, eyes glassy in deep subspace. His ass up, cheeks spread natural. Prolapse poked out, thick pink tube, few inches of inside-out flesh, bruised red, coated in drying cum globs. His hole winking around it, leaking slow white rivers down his taint to balls. Noni froze, then stepped close. Reaching out his fingers to trace the prolapse edge light. Soft touch on raw nerves. Eli whimpered high, body twitch. Mewled like a kitten, hips buck sli
He struggled to chew without gagging and moaning. Eli was about to swallow, Zeke angled himself, raising on of Eli's legs to rest on the counter, causing Eli to choke and cry out, “Drink the juice Eli” Eli obeyed and drank the juice and got himself a bit. Zeke felt it build, balls tightening. "Gonna fill you." Last thrusts savage, hips blurring, ass cheeks rippling from impacts. Roared loud, cock swelled, unloaded. Thick ropes of cum blasted deep, hot jets painting guts white. Pumped till overflowed, creamy mess bubbling out around shaft.He pulled out with a slow pop. Eli's hole gapeda dark pink tunnel, farting cum bubbles. White drops splattered the floor. Eli whined, reached back, bore down hard. Pushed his anus out, his prolapse bloomed like a rose. Inside out flesh, pinkish red tube protruding three inches, coated thick in white cum, glistening wet. Veins pulsed on it, sensitive nerves exposed.Zeke's eyes lit up, cock twitching back to full mast. "Fuck, that's hot. My prolaps
Eli woke up the next day in the big empty bed. Alone. No warm bodies pressed against him. No heavy breathing or sticky skin. Just cold sheets and silence. His ass throbbed hard from two nights ago, Zeke's fists had wrecked him deep, stretching his hole wide open, leaving it raw and gaping. He whimpered, body shaking as tears pricked his eyes. "Where... where are they?" he muttered, voice cracking. He felt so fucking left out, like a kid tossed aside.Barefoot, he stumbled out of the room, cock half.hard from morning wood but ass cheeks clenching in pain with every step. The house was quiet except for distant clangs from the clock across the penthouse. He headed straight to the dungeon door, heart pounding. Pushed it open. The smell hit him first, thick musk of cum, sweat, and pussy juice hanging heavy in the air. There they were: Delilah, Damien, Noni, and Zeke, all tangled up in a naked heap on the filthy floor. Delilah's face crusted with dried cum, tits marked with handprints. Dami
“Strip,” Zeke commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl that echoed off the walls of the dungeon, sending shivers of anticipation and fear through the three of them.They scrambled to obey, their movements frantic and desperate, clothes tearing away in so quick and dropped on the filthy floor. Delilah's skimpy lingerie, already soaked through from the relentless vibrator buzzing against her swollen clit all day, clung wetly to her skin before Zeke's massive hands seized her. His fingers dug into the straps of the device, ripping it free like a mad man. A rip that tore at her tender flesh. She cried out, a sharp yelp of pain and relief mingling as the tormentor was finally exorcised from her dripping cunt. But mercy was a lie; Zeke wasted no second, shoving two thick fingers roughly into her soaking hole, then cramming in a third, stretching her wide. He pumped them hard, knuckles deep, curling to grind against her G spot with brutal focus. “You wanted to cum all day, you filthy slut?
The hiss of the shower filled the bathroom, steam curling around them like a heavy fog. Damien leaned against the tiled wall, water streaming down his chest, his muscles still loose from sleep—and lingering arousal.Eli stood behind him, hands slow and possessive as they lathered soap over his b
The morning sunlight crept through the curtains, but Damien lay tense, his body curled toward the edge of the bed. His eyes were distant, his expression strained, and Eli saw through it instantly.Sliding closer, Eli pulled Damien gently but firmly between his legs, forcing the smaller man to sit
Damien adjusted the file in his hands as he walked, his mind still lingering on Eli — on the quiet apology whispered against his skin that morning, the way Eli's arms had held him just that little bit tighter after he forgave him. He smiled faintly to himself, completely distracted, which was exact
The faint glow of morning slipped through the curtains, casting soft light across the rumpled bed. Damien stirred slowly, his body aching in the best way possible. His throat was dry, his muscles sore — a dull reminder of the night Eli had thoroughly wrecked him.Arms tightened around his waist.







