บททั้งหมดของ Our Perfect Sin; An MMM Obsessive Tale : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The days after the party settled into a gentle, almost ordinary rhythm that felt both comforting and fragile. Cassian woke early each morning, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. He moved quietly around the kitchen, preparing light breakfast, warm oatmeal topped with sliced bananas and a drizzle of honey, scrambled eggs cooked just the way they liked them, and fresh juice pressed from oranges. He carried the trays to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, feeding them small bites while they sat close on either side of him. Azriel would open his mouth obediently, eyes soft with gratitude, while Orion leaned against Cassian’s shoulder, humming contentedly with every spoonful. They ate slowly, still sore but better, but the simple act of being fed by him seemed to ease something in them.He ran warm baths for them every evening. The large tub filled with soothing salts that smelled faintly of lavender. Cassian tested the water temperature with his wrist, then

Azriel shuddered violently against Cassian's bound body, torn between the salty tang of their mingled cum on his tongue and the ghost of the party's brutal hands, that dangerous ache still echoing in his healing hole. Cassian's massive cock throbbed beneath him, the fat head flushed purple and leaking like a faucet, veins bulging along the thick shaft nestled in sweat and their cum, heavy balls drawn tight and churning with denied need.Orion's hands lingered on Azriel's ass now, kneading the firm cheeks deliberately, pressing his twin closer until Azriel could feel the slick, rigid outline of Cassian's cockhead nudging his pucker, a non negotiable demand that made his rim flutter greedily and clench desperately."Cass..." Azriel's voice was half warning, half-m plea, but his hips tilted back all the same when Orion guided him down, the broad tip kissing his hole."You taste like us," Orion muttered, lips dragging hot against Azriel's neck from behind. He sucked gently on the skin, le

The next morning, faint sunlight came through the curtains. Azriel woke first, still impaled on Cassian’s cock. The thick length had stayed buried inside him all night, and the stretch was both soothing and painful. His hole throbbed from the long hours of teasing and denial, but the fullness felt right. He let out a low, needy moan as he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, sensually. The movement sent sparks of pleasure and ache through his body especially each time it hit his prostate. He purred softly, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly open as he breathy moans came out with his head thrown back, as he was chasing the sensation of being so completely filled. He wrapped his hand around cock, pumping it aggressively chasing his release. Orion stirred beside them. He opened his eyes and saw his brother grinding on Cassian’s cock about to orgasm. His expression darkened with jealousy and lust. “Slut,” Orion muttered, pushing Azriel off roughly after reaching his high. Azriel lau

‎Cassian leaned back in his leather chair, eyes raking over Nagur's broad frame, the memory of that tight ass clenching around his cock at the party flooding back hot and vivid, Nagur's choked gags, tears streaming as Cassian face fucked him deep for all to see, then bent him over and reamed that greedy hole raw, spanking cheeks fire red until Nagur begged for more.‎‎ A slow smirk tugged Cassian's lips, cock twitching hard in his pants at the sight of Nagur's peaking bulge in his pants, the Elsame heir's dark eyes hungry beneath that cool facade. "Business first, then," Cassian drawled, voice low and commanding, gesturing to the chair opposite. "Sit. Spill it." But even as Nagur lowered his slightly muscled frame into the seat, Cassian could hear the faint, distant cries and moans of the twins, he imagined the hum from the playroom down the hall, the vibrators still churning the twins' prostates to mush, forcing ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm, their caged cocks dribbling useless

Cassian wrapped a strong arm around Nagur's waist, supporting the Elsame heir's limping frame as they shuffled down the dimly lit hallway toward the guest room. Nagur's legs wobbled like jelly, his wrecked ass still throbbing from the brutal ramming, the water trails drying on his body. Every step sent fresh jolts of pain-pleasure through his gaping hole, the swollen rim clenching emptily around nothing, making him whimper softly against Cassian's broad chest. "Easy there, boy," Cassian murmured, voice a low rumble of possession, kicking the door open with his foot. He guided Nagur to the king-sized bed, easing him down onto the silk sheets face-first. ‎Nagur's muscled back heaved with ragged breaths, plump cheeks still fire-red from the spanks, marked with Cassian's handprints. Cassian grabbed a bottle of pain relief cream from the nightstand, doc's special blend for post-fuck recovery, and squeezed a thick quantity onto his palm, warming it between his massive hands. He started at