'Kinky S*x Dungeon' Reviewer in a Fantasy world (18+) BDSM-Chapter 26 - 3.6

The torment stretched into an agonizing hour—Leraphine and Seraphine relentless, their cocks plunging into Virael's throat in turn, each shot of thick, hot cum flooding her mouth and spilling past the open-mouth gag.

Her stomach churned, heavy with their loads, her throat raw from gagging, drool trailing in sticky ropes down her cheek to pool on the table beneath her.

Above, Liora's climaxes came in waves—five, six, maybe more—her unbound moans ringing clear and wild, her juices dripping onto Virael's clit with every shuddering release.

The vibrating clamps on their nipples and clits buzzed without mercy, the dildo in Virael's ass pulsing, teasing her to the edge but never over, her muffled groans rough and desperate against the gag.

Liora's voice grew fainter, her gasps turning to whimpers, until her body sagged atop Virael, teetering on the brink of collapse, her tail limp, her breaths shallow and ragged.

Finally, the sisters paused, their leather suits creaking as they stepped back.

Seraphine's grin was sharp as she uncuffed Liora's knees and ankles from Virael's, easing her off the table with a gentle lift.

"Rest, little winner," she purred, laying Liora on the bed—her petite frame sprawled across the crimson quilts, chest heaving, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion claimed her.

Leraphine turned to Virael, still bound and trembling, her latex stockings slick with sweat, her clit throbbing against the now-still clamp.

"Poor thing," Leraphine said, her voice a low tease, her fingers brushing Virael's flushed cheek as they removed the bonds from her.

"No climax for you—stomach full of us, pussy aching. Pathetic."

Seraphine leaned in, her auburn hair brushing Virael's shoulder.

"Want to cum, Virael?" she taunted, her tone dripping with mock pity.

Virael nodded fiercely, panting like a dog through the gag—her tongue lolling, drool glistening, her stoic mask shattered into raw, animalistic need.

The sisters exchanged a glance, their amusement palpable.

"We'll take pity," Seraphine said, peeling back the lower half of her dom suit to reveal her pussy—wet, glistening, framed by the leather shorts now bunched at her thighs.

"Lick us both—make us cum with those pretty lips and your sharp tongue, and we'll let you have your release."

Virael's tongue waved eagerly through the gag's ring, a frantic promise of compliance.

Seraphine spread her legs, her fingers parting her folds to expose her clit, while Leraphine guided Virael's head—toward her sister's heat.

Virael's nose brushed Seraphine's skin first, the musky scent guiding her as she stretched her tongue, lapping at the slick warmth with desperate precision.

She swirled around Seraphine's clit, sucking gently, then harder, her gag forcing her mouth wide as drool mixed with Seraphine's juices.

Seraphine moaned, her hips bucking, and climaxed fast—her cock, freed above, shooting a thick load that splattered across Virael's back, warm and sticky.

Leraphine stepped forward next, her suit unzipped to reveal her own pussy—tight, already slick with arousal.

"Find it yourself," she said, her voice calm but edged with challenge.

Virael sniffed, her senses sharpened by desperation, crawling forward on her knees.

Her face bumped Leraphine's cock first—hard and pulsing—and she licked downward, tracing its length until she found the softer heat below.

Her tongue dove in, lapping at Leraphine's folds, circling her clit with a steady rhythm that drew a rare groan from the stoic sister.

Leraphine's climax came slower, her control fraying as she gripped Virael's ponytail, her cock spurting cum that streaked Virael's shoulders as her pussy pulsed against Virael's mouth.

Satisfied, the sisters smirked.

"Good nose," Seraphine said, producing a thick, ribbed dildo and placing it somewhere on the floor with a faint thud.

"We've hidden it—crawl, sniff it out, and make yourself cum."

Virael didn't hesitate, dropping to all fours, her latex gloves and stockings creaking as she moved.

Blind and gagged, she bumped into the table's edge, then a chair, her horns grazing the velvet walls—drool trailing from her open mouth, forming slick paths on the glossy floor.

Her breaths were ragged, her focus singular, undeterred by the obstacles.

After agonizing minutes—her body aching, her pussy throbbing—she felt it: the dildo's tip slapped her cheek as she crawled too close, its rubbery scent faint but unmistakable.

She adjusted, aligning herself above it, and lowered her hips—squatting slowly, the ribbed surface stretching her pussy as it sank in, a groan rumbling through her gag.

Virael humped it, her thighs flexing as she rose and fell, the dildo slick with her wetness, its ridges igniting her oversensitive core.

Her first climax hit fast—a sharp, shuddering release, her muffled cry echoing as her juices coated the toy.

But she wasn't done.

Driven by hours of denial, she kept going, squatting deeper, faster, her latex-clad legs trembling as the second orgasm ripped through her, then the third, her groans growing louder, rougher.

By the fourth, her hips dipped low, grazing the floor with each thrust, her pussy clenching tight as pleasure blurred into exhaustion.

On the fifth, she pushed herself to the limit—squatting so low her folds brushed the cold stone, the dildo buried deep, and a shattering orgasm exploded through her.

Her body convulsed, a loud, guttural moan tearing from her gag as she slumped forward, collapsing onto the floor—spent, drooling, her pussy pulsing around the toy, her back slick with the sisters' cum.

Liora stirred faintly on the bed, her breaths soft and distant, while Leraphine and Seraphine watched Virael's fall—Leraphine's faint smile returning, Seraphine's grin wide and triumphant. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓