Semua Bab Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Bab 81 - Bab 90

She didn’t know where she was anymore—only that she was full.So full her belly curved outward, tight and aching with the sheer amount of him. Her body felt raw, soaked, stretched open in ways she hadn’t known were possible, and still his cock pulsed inside her—his knot swollen, thick, locked deep in her cunt like her body was nothing more than a sheath meant to keep him inside.Her arms had gone limp. Her throat burned from screaming. Her legs were still wrapped around him, but only because he hadn’t let her close them.Because he was still holding her like she belonged there.And she did.His lips dragged across her collarbone as he rocked them both gently, rhythm slow now, just a grind of hips to make sure she felt everything—the size, the heat, the wet stretch of her pussy clinging to the knot keeping him rooted in her womb.“You feel it?” he whispered. “Every drop? It’s not going anywhere. Not with the way this little hole’s sealed around me.”She whimpered, too sore to answer, t

I didn’t even know if I was breathing anymore. My body had gone past pain, past pleasure. I was shaking so hard the rug underneath me felt like it might split in two. I’d already dripped through the cage twice, ruined and humiliated—but never allowed to come. And she still wasn’t done. The wand never left the cage. She held it there like a weapon, her fingers digging into my thigh to keep me from thrashing. My balls were soaked, red, twitching, the vibrations sinking deep into me with every second that passed. The plug still buzzed inside me, grinding slow and cruel against my swollen prostate like it was wringing me out from the inside. “I could do this all night,” she said, not even out of breath. “Look at you. Gagged, caged, plugged, leaking like a fucking slut.” I moaned behind the gag. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t beg. Couldn’t do anything except drool, twitch, and feel. She stood up. For a second I thought maybe it was mercy. A break. A pause. But no—she just shrugged out o

I couldn’t stop crying. Tears fell, soaking the rug beneath me as my body convulsed with need and despair. The slick heat of my release was still trapped in me, dribbling and leaking.Her hand never slowed. Her words cut deep.“Look at you. So desperate. So fucking ugly when you beg, but I love it. I own you.”I whimpered, body trembling like I might fall apart. I was dripping, ruined, completely hers.Her hand slowed for a heartbeat. Then she leaned down, lips brushing my ear with cold fire.“You want me to stop?”I nodded frantically, begging silently.“Beg me,” she demanded.I tried, voice thick and broken, but all that came was a strangled whimper.“Louder,” she snapped.I forced the sound through the gag—a high, desperate plea.She smiled and jerked me one last time before pulling her hand away completely.“Not yet.”My chest heaved, my cock pulsing, aching, utterly broken. I could barely keep my hips still.She stood and moved behind me, pressing her body against mine. Her warmt

Wrath’s fingers tightened around my throat, thick and unrelenting. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I was a rag doll—open, ruined, used. He hauled me halfway up, chest scraping the runes, until my lips hovered just inches from the tip of his cock.It was leaking.Heavy.Hot.Too big.I tried to speak. Beg. Explain. But he shoved forward.His cock forced my lips apart, stretching my mouth wide, stealing every sound. I gagged immediately, the taste flooding my tongue. He didn’t stop to let me adjust. Didn’t care. His hand held me there, throat clenched tight as his hips pushed more of himself down my throat.I couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think.Behind me, Lust was still buried inside, fucking deep and raw, driving my body forward only to be pulled back by Wrath’s cock in my mouth.They moved together.In sync.Perfect control.Lust gripped my hips harder, pulling me back with every punishing thrust. “Tight little hole,” he growled. “Gripping me like it wants to keep me.”Wrath’s cock

I barely had the strength to move when Lust dragged me from the bed. His grip was tight like I was a piece of property, not a person. My legs trembled, hips sore and leaking, cock still throbbing weakly with a need I barely recognized. He led me through winding corridors, past flickering torches casting long shadows on cold stone walls, until we reached a massive black marble tub steaming with dark water.“Get in,” Lust ordered. I hesitated, but his eyes bored into me—no patience for weakness. I sank into the water, and the chill hit me immediately, biting at my raw skin, sending a shock through every nerve ending.Lust followed, stepping into the bath behind me. His body pressed close, heat radiating even in the cold water. He didn’t touch me gently. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto his thick cock that was already hard again, slick and aching to be inside me. I gasped, cold water splashing around us, mixing with my sweat and tears.“No escape,” Lust whispered, voice dark. “