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Kael lay trembling.His knees had buckled. His limbs were useless. His belly swollen with come, skin glowing like moonlight under stormclouds. The gods had not pulled out. They were still inside him, two cocks buried deep, twitching, still thick and hard, still stretching his rim wide.He whimpered.Every movement sparked fireworks behind his eyes. His body was beyond sore, it was alive. Lit from within. Every breath dragged across raw nerves, every clench made him leak more slick down his thighs.“I c-can’t—” he rasped, face pressed against the warm stone. “I can’t take more…”But the shadow god only chuckled, cruel and soft against his throat. “Your body’s lying, little priest.”And it was.Because Kael’s cock untouched since his release was already hard again, throbbing in open air.The fire god dragged fingers through the puddle beneath Kael’s hips — his come — and smeared it back over Kael’s cock, stroking it slow. “You were made to be filled. You like it.”Kael moaned. His back

The table was set with simple dishes, but the tension between the three of us filled the room thicker than the smell of the stew. Mark’s voice was steady as he outlined the terms of the contract they were negotiating every word deep. Ethan sat beside me, arms folded, nodding occasionally, his attention split between Mark and the space beneath the table. I tried to focus on their voices, the buzz of Mark explaining the latest client’s demands, but my own body betrayed me. Slowly, Ethan’s hand slid beneath the tablecloth, his fingers tracing along the bare skin of my thigh. The faint brush sent a shiver through me. Mark’s words continued. Tight and businesslike. “If we don’t close this deal soon, we risk losing the entire division.” Ethan’s fingers pressed higher, slipping beneath the edge of my skirt, brushing the damp heat already pooling there. My breath caught in my throat. “Yeah,” Ethan said softly, his voice almost a whisper, “they’re pushing hard.” I swallowed, tryin

Mark’s cock was still deep inside me, thick and slick with how soaked I’d gotten from their mouths and fingers. I was gasping, crying, riding him slow while Ethan licked me from behind, one hand kneading my ass while the other stayed on my clit, keeping me just shy of breaking.Then Ethan pulled back.I felt the shift, the pause in rhythm, the silence before something brutal. Mark looked up at him, breath rough, voice low. “You serious?”Ethan grinned. “She can take it.”I froze. My whole body seized with that one line. I turned my head, breath catching. “W-What?”Mark didn’t answer. His hands slid down my ass, spreading me wider while I still sat on his cock, buried to the root.Ethan knelt behind me. I felt his hand first, sliding between my thighs, pressing against where Mark’s cock was stuffed inside me. Then his fingers — gentle, testing, rubbing over the slick mess leaking out of me.He spat.Hot and wet, the sound obscene.Then I felt it — the heavy head of his cock pressing ri

Claire undid my belt like she’d done it a hundred times before, slow but deliberate, eyes locked on mine while Emily gagged beside her, taking Devon to the hilt like she wanted him to break her.She got my pants down, boxers shoved just far enough for my cock to spring free, heavy and already leaking. Her mouth opened, lips slick and ready, but I didn’t let her take it yet.“Spit on it.”She blinked, then grinned, eyes dark with mischief. She gathered spit in her mouth and let it drip, slow and heavy, onto the head of my cock.Fuck.I groaned, hand sliding into her hair, not pushing, not yet. Just anchoring.Beside her, Emily finally came up for air, mouth red and raw, chin wet. She wiped it with the back of her hand, chest heaving, eyes glazed like she’d just come without being touched.Devon looked wrecked.“Don’t move,” I said, eyes on him.Claire licked a long stripe up my shaft, using the spit to glide her tongue around the head before taking me between her lips. No hesitation, n

Damon was falling apart.I could feel it in every twitch of his cock, every broken gasp that slipped past his lips. His hands were shaking behind his back now, fists clenched, knuckles white, as if that was the only thing keeping him from losing control.Good. That was the point.I rocked my hips harder, grinding down with slow, cruel rhythm, keeping him buried inside me but never giving him what he wanted—what he needed.He tried to fuck up into me once. Just once.I stopped moving immediately.His eyes snapped open, panic flickering across his face like he knew he’d fucked up.“You moved,” I said flatly.“I—Quinn, I didn’t mean to—fuck, I’m sorry, I just—”I slapped him across the face again. Not hard. Just enough to humiliate him.“You’re lucky I don’t get off this cock right now and make you watch me finish by myself.”“No,” he breathed. “Please don’t. Please—I need it. I need you.”I tilted my head, staring down at him like he was nothing. “You think I care what you need?”His th