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One man straddled my face, balls-deep in my throat while two others took turns triple-stuffing my lower holes. I was gone. Completely broken. Just a set of wet holes for them to use. “Beg for our cum,” one demanded, slowing his thrusts to edge me again. “Please… fill me up… I want your cum in my married pussy and ass… please ruin me…” They finally gave it to me. Hot, thick loads pumped deep into my womb and bowels. Another painted my throat. When they pulled out, cum poured from every hole. I lay there twitching, spread-eagle, collared, destroyed, covered in sweat and semen.

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

As the intensity built toward the true apex, the lotus responded with its final gift. Soft, intelligent crystalline vines rose and gently yet firmly bound the core eight into the Ultimate Communion. Vespera and I were placed at the absolute center, lying face-to-face on a bed of warm, pulsing petals. Our legs were spread wide and locked together, cunts pressed flush and grinding. Thick vines wrapped our waists, holding us immobile for deeper claiming. Silas and Draven positioned themselves to double-stuff our pussies simultaneously two massive cocks stretching each of us to the exquisite limit. Rook and Lorien did the same with our asses, creating overwhelming, four-cock fullness that made u

, those were her exact words. Meanwhile, I sat with my legs outstretched, my robe pulled up, and my dick out. I rubbed my pre-cum over the head, but it wasn’t enough lubrication. Without a second thought, I grabbed the jar of holy oil I had carried with me to bless, uncorked it with one hand, and poured it directly over myself. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Candy didn’t stop talking. I came hard into my hands right as she described how fast she was going to ride me. My breathing was ragged, my head completely disoriented, when I finally asked, “Are you done confessing your sins for the week, Candy?”

I arched off the couch, back bowing, free hand twisting my nipple harder. “Oh god,” I whispered, voice breaking. The actress on TV climaxed with a dramatic cry, but mine built slower, more real. Waves starting in my core, rippling out. I imagined their voices overlapping. Noah growling, “Do it.” Steve’s low, “Good girl.” Josh’s rough, “Come for us again.”

I echoed them—breathless, wet between my legs already. “I vow… to be pinned, to be fucked raw, to take your seed and swell for you. I’m yours… to wreck and worship.” Valentino last. Gentler grip, but his eyes were molten. Blood dripped slow as he spoke. “I vow, little rabbit, to tease that sweet pussy until you’re crying for release. To slide into you slow while my brothers watch—then hard while they join. To bind our souls so tight your orgasms echo in my chest. Heaven between your thighs, hell if you ever try to leave. You’re our forever.”

This was a sacrifice, a necessary evil, a lie I had to live to get my vengeance. Ethan groaned as he thrust faster, his hips were like a powerful, frantic motion. The sounds of skin colliding was making it sound so pleasurable as I moaned, biting his shirt. The sound was not of a woman in love, but of a beast in a cage. He moaned so loud as he dug his fingers in my ass as he thrust so fast. The pain, the pleasure, the hatred, it was all a frantic, beautiful, and terrifying mix.

My beautiful, vicious wife. I pressed the comms button. "You heard the lady, Matteo. Break his legs. Then find out who bought the contract." "With pleasure." The line went silent. Vivienne didn't pull away from me. Instead, she turned fully into my chest, wrapping her arms around my torso and burying her face in my neck as she stood on her toes. My body stiffened as she hugged me, it was nothing. I kept whispering in my head, don't think about it. Don't go there, don't react; I willed that brainless part of me but of course it never listened. I could feel myself hardening by the second. I just prayed she didn't feel it. I lifted my hand to stroke her hair, a fierce, possessive obsession lock

"How about I suck that dick now, baby? You wanna put that dick right in my dirty mouth, don't you, huh?" Holloway's hands squeezed her breasts even harder. She almost swore out loud when the fat fuck shook his head again, even as he groped away like mad. What was it going to take? Candee grabbed his right wrist and pulled the hand up to her mouth. Holloway was staring at her lips, his own mouth open, a little bit of drool running out. His other hand was gripping the flesh of her tit tightly, almost painfully. She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers, making him moan loudly. Smiling, she fitted two of his fingers into her open mouth and closed her thick lips on them. He moaned again, t

Just endless continuation, every joy multiplied and shared by everyone lucky enough to feel it at the same time. "It's beautiful," I admitted, because lying about it would have been its own kind of dishonesty. "I understand why you'd want it back." "Then you understand why I do not think of what I offer as destruction," the Hollow said. "From where I exist, your world's insistence on singular, separate consciousness looks considerably more like suffering than freedom. Each of you experiencing joy and grief entirely alone, unable to fully share either with anyone standing beside you, no matter how deeply you claim to love them. I have watched you, Ivy Hart, ache for connection your entire lif