"Oh god, oh god—haah—!" Cecilia cried out, her back arching, her hands flying to his hair and gripping tight.

Her whole body shook, right on the edge—but still, she didn't fall. Her control held, keeping her at that peak without allowing release.

"Stubborn," Julian murmured.

The four women worked in perfect harmony, each one focused on their particular contribution to Julian's pleasure.

Sylvia's hands would press a point that sent lightning through him. The sensation would barely fade before Elvina's teasing touches made him desperate for more contact. Then Ellie's mouth would intensify, bringing him closer to the edge. And through it all, Cecilia rode his face.

The sensations built and layered, each one enhancing the others. Julian found his own control beginning to fray—these women knew exactly what they were doing, exactly how to overwhelm.

"We're going to edge you," Elvina whispered in his ear. Her fingers trailed down his side, making him shiver. "Bring you close again and again without letting you finish. We want you desperate. We want you aching."

As if to emphasize her words, Ellie pulled off his length with an audible pop. The sudden loss of stimulation made Julian groan in frustration. Her lips were swollen and slick, her eyes dark with desire as she looked up at him.

"We want you to beg," she added, her usually innocent voice carrying a wicked edge. "We want to hear our God plead for release."

Sylvia's hands moved lower, abandoning the pressure points on his chest to find new ones on his inner thighs. Her fingers pressed firmly into muscles just above his knees. Pleasure and an edge of overstimulation shot through him, making his entire body tense.

"We want you to lose that perfect control you always maintain," Sylvia said, her voice intense. "We want to see our God undone by his worshippers."

And Cecilia, still riding his face, finally looked down at him.

"Can you handle it, Dear?" she asked, her voice challenging despite the breathlessness. "Can you handle all four of us working together to break you? To overwhelm even your stamina and control?"

Julian's response was muffled against her pussy, but his increased intensity spoke volumes. His hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. He pulled her down harder against his mouth, his tongue working her fiercely to make her break first.

Cecilia's control wavered for the first time. "Oh! Oh, that's—you're cheating—using your power—that's not—ahhh!"

Her orgasm hit suddenly and violently, her carefully maintained control shattering under the onslaught of Julian's determined assault. Her body convulsed, her back arching so far it looked painful. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, pulsing against his tongue. A flood of arousal coated his face as she came with a scream that echoed through the chamber.

Julian didn't let up. He continued to pleasure her through it, his tongue working relentlessly, extending her orgasm until she was sobbing with oversensitivity.

"No more, no more!" she finally gasped, lifting herself off his face on shaking legs. "Too much—gods, that was—you're not supposed to make me lose control like that!"

"I do what I want," Julian replied, his voice rough with his own arousal. His face was slick with her release. "I don't play fair."

The slight break in the coordinated action let him really process what was happening to his body. His cock was throbbing, achingly hard. His skin felt too tight, every nerve on fire. Sylvia's hands were still working their magic on his thighs, Elvina's teasing touches continued along his sides, and he could feel Ellie's breath ghosting over his length even though she wasn't touching him anymore.

The combination was overwhelming. He could feel his orgasm building, pressure coiling tight in his core, his balls drawing up.

But just as he approached the edge—just as he thought he might finally get release—all three women stopped.

Ellie pulled back completely, her hands leaving his length. Sylvia's fingers lifted from his thighs. Elvina's touches vanished. They left him throbbing and desperate, right at the edge but denied the final push that would send him over.

"Not yet," Elvina said with a wicked smile, watching his length twitch with need. "We're just getting started with you."

Julian groaned, frustration and arousal mixing into something almost painful. His cock pulsed, begging for stimulation, for completion. But the three women just watched, letting him feel the denial completely.

"That's one edge," Cecilia said, having recovered enough to rejoin the torment. "We're going to give you many more before we finally let you finish."

What followed was exquisite torture designed by four women.

The four women rotated positions, each one taking turns at different parts of his body. Sometimes Cecilia would take his cock while Sylvia worked his chest. Sometimes Elvina would use her mouth while Ellie teased his thighs. Sometimes two would focus on his cock while the others worked his upper body. Sometimes all four would back off, letting him cool down from the edge before starting again.

Three times. Five times. Seven times.

Julian lost count, lost track of time, and lost everything except the overwhelming need for release that was being denied.

His hands clutched at sheets, at bodies, at anything he could reach. Sweat covered his skin, making it gleam in the lamplight. His breath came in ragged pants, desperate sounds escaping him that he couldn't control. His cock was so hard it was almost painful.

"Please," he finally groaned, the word torn from him. His pride, his control, his authority—all of it abandoned in the face of such overwhelming, denied need.

"Please what?" Cecilia asked innocently, her hand wrapped around his aching length but not moving. Just holding him, letting him feel her touch without any of the friction he desperately needed.

"Please let me cum," Julian admitted, his voice breaking slightly. "Please. I need—I can't—please."

"Do you acknowledge our skill?" Sylvia pressed, her fingers finding another pressure point on his inner thigh that made him buck helplessly. "Do you recognize what we've achieved?"

"Yes! Gods, yes, you're all incredibly skilled! Masters of your craft! Please!"

"Do you acknowledge that we've improved in your absence?" Elvina teased, her fingers dancing along his hip bone, so close to where he needed to be touched but not quite reaching. "That we're better now than we were before?"

"Significantly! You've improved significantly! You're all amazing! Please, I'm begging you!"

"And do you promise never to leave us again?" Ellie asked, her innocent face looking up at him from between his legs, her hand cradling his balls gently. "Promise that you'll stay with us, love us, and worship us the way we've worshipped you tonight?"

"I promise! I swear on everything I am! I'll never leave you again! Now please, please, I can't take anymore; please let me finish!"

The four women exchanged satisfied glances, their eyes gleaming with triumph. They'd gotten exactly what they wanted.

"Together," Cecilia said, and all four women moved into position.

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