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Chapter 4 – The Feast
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2026-05-26 21:20:26Lila’s legs trembled as Marcus and Damien led her down the wide staircase, the leather belt still snug around her throat serving as both leash and collar. Each step sent a fresh reminder of their earlier use — a slow, warm trickle escaping her body and tracing down her inner thighs. The cool night air of the manor kissed her bare skin, raising goosebumps across her flushed body.
They brought her into the grand dining room. Candlelight flickered across the long mahogany table, casting golden shadows over five waiting men. Marcus’s most trusted associates — all tall, powerfully built, and marked with tattoos — turned their heads in unison. Their eyes moved over her naked form with open, undisguised hunger. “Gentlemen,” Marcus announced, his voice carrying quiet authority, “my stepdaughter has returned to us. Tonight, she belongs to the family.” They lifted her onto the table with surprising care, yet with clear intent. Her wrists and ankles were secured in thick leather cuffs at the corners. A wide strap across her lower back pinned her torso down, pressing her breasts against the cool, polished wood while keeping her hips raised. The belt around her neck was fastened to a ring at the head of the table, tilting her chin upward and keeping her mouth accessible. Completely vulnerable. Completely exposed. The first man approached her face. He was broad-shouldered, with a dark beard. His thick cock brushed her lips before sliding slowly into her mouth. The warm, heavy weight of him filled her as he began a steady rhythm, letting her tongue work along his length while he savored the wet heat. Behind her, another man knelt and explored her with his mouth. His tongue traced her slick folds with deliberate care, tasting the evidence of everything that had already been done to her. He licked deeper, sucking gently on her most sensitive spots while two fingers pressed inside her, curling with expert precision. A third man slipped beneath the table. His mouth closed around one of her nipples, drawing it in with slow, rhythmic suction. The contrast between the gentle pull and the occasional scrape of teeth sent sharp sparks racing through her. The sensations surrounded her completely. The steady glide filling her mouth. The hungry exploration between her legs. The warm mouth on her breast. Every nerve felt alive, overwhelmed by the layered attention. Soft murmurs of appreciation and the wet sounds of mouths and bodies filled the candlelit room. They moved with patient discipline, rotating positions smoothly. A new man took her mouth — longer and thicker, stretching her jaw as he pushed deeper with controlled thrusts. Another positioned himself at her entrance and entered her in one smooth, deep stroke. The fullness drew a low moan from her stuffed throat. Soon after, a third man pressed against her rear and worked his way inside, the slow stretch of both lower holes creating an intense, breathtaking pressure. She felt every movement — the way they shifted against each other inside her, the heat of their bodies, the growing slickness coating their skin. Her own body responded with deep, involuntary clenches, fresh waves of arousal building despite the overwhelming fullness. Marcus stood nearby, watching with dark satisfaction as he slowly stroked himself. “She’s soaking for all of you,” he observed quietly. “Our perfect gift.” The pace increased gradually. Hands roamed her body — gripping her hips, squeezing her breasts, occasionally delivering sharp, stinging slaps that bloomed into heat. Fingers tangled in her hair. Someone found her clit and stroked it with firm, knowing pressure. Pleasure rolled through her in heavy, shuddering waves. Each climax left her trembling harder, her voice growing hoarse around whatever cock occupied her mouth. They took their time with her. Load after load was given — some spilling down her throat in thick pulses, others released deep inside her body until she felt heavy and full. When they finally released her bonds and turned her onto her back, her stomach showed a slight, obscene swell. Warm seed continued to leak slowly from her, pooling on the dark wood beneath her. Lila lay panting, her skin glistening with sweat, her body decorated with faint marks from gripping hands and eager mouths. Her mind drifted in a hazy fog of exhaustion and lingering pleasure. Marcus stepped closer, brushing sweat-damp hair from her forehead with surprising gentleness. “You handled them beautifully,” he murmured. “Tomorrow we take you to the private club downtown. Many more men are eager to experience what you offer.” Damien leaned in and kissed her swollen lips, then gently pushed some of the escaping seed back inside her with his fingers. “And you’ll welcome every single one of them,” he whispered. Lila closed her eyes, too spent to speak. Yet somewhere deep within her exhausted body, a dark, insatiable hunger stirred once again at the promise of what was coming. The obsession continued to grow.
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