It took two full, sweat-drenched, sheet-soaking hour of raw, fast, merciless fucking to finally break Maddie completely.

Phei never slowed—never gave her a single breath to recover.

He fucked her through every position like a man possessed: in missionary, pounding her pinned thighs until they shook uncontrollably and her swollen pussy lips clung desperately to his pistoning shaft; flipping her to doggy where he gripped her bruised hips and slammed in so deep her arms collapsed, face smeared into the soaked pillows, ass cheeks rippling with every brutal impact, his heavy balls slapping her throbbing clit until she squirted again and again.

Hauling her on top in cowgirl, thrusting up into her with savage upward snaps that lifted her whole body, her perky tits bouncing wildly, nipples hard and flushed as she rode him helplessly while he controlled every motion; then spooning her from behind, one arm banded around her throat, the other mauling her tits, grinding slow and viciously deep until her cunt spasmed and gushed around him.

He made her squirt six times—hot, forceful, messy explosions that soaked his cock, splattered his thighs, drenched the midnight silk until it was translucent and clinging, massive puddles spreading beneath them, the room reeking of sex and her surrender.

But she'd come more than ten times in those two hours.

He edged himself ruthlessly—pulling out whenever his balls tightened too much, his veined monster glistening with her thick cream, flipping her limp body into a new position, then driving back in harder, deeper, stretching her red, gaping pussy wider each time until there was nothing left of the fiery Demoness of Chaos but a trembling, overstimulated, cock-drunk wreck.

By the end, Maddie was utterly gone.

Eyes glassy and unfocused, rolling back lazily with every aftershock. Lips swollen and parted on soft, broken whimpers and drool.

Her body limp and glistening with sweat, thighs marked with purple fingerprints and bite marks, tits heaving with ragged breaths, nipples raw and dark from his teeth.

Her pussy—once virgin-tight—was red, swollen, and gaping openly, inner folds flushed deep crimson and fluttering weakly, leaking a steady, thick trickle of their combined mess—his pre-come and her endless slick—down her ass crack and onto the ruined sheets in obscene, creamy rivulets.

She couldn't even lift her head—just curled instinctively into the wet silk, twitching helplessly, a dazed, blissful little smile on her tear-streaked, mascara-smeared face like she'd finally found nirvana in total ruin.

Phei pulled out one last time—his cock still rock-hard, angry and throbbing, veins bulging furiously, completely coated in a thick, frothy layer of her cream that dripped in heavy strings from the flared head.

He looked over at Sierra.

She'd been watching the entire two hours fuck from the velvet chair—legs splayed wide, black lace thong shoved aside, fingers buried knuckle-deep in her own dripping cunt the whole time, riding wave after wave of orgasms in sync with Maddie's screams.

But she got tired of playing with her pussy and just watched how he ruined Maddie, and she knew he'd been merciful than he usually went crazy with her.

Her bra was pushed down under her heavy tits, nipples dark and pinched raw, skin flushed and shining with sweat, thighs slick with her own squirt. Her eyes were feral, lips bitten swollen and red.

Phei crooked a finger.

"Come here, Love."

Sierra stumbled to her feet on shaky legs, she crawled onto the bed beside Maddie's wrecked form—both of them now flanking him, two beautiful, thoroughly used women who'd fought over him for weeks and were now undeniably, irrevocably his.

He sat and leaned back against the headboard, cock standing proud and slick between his thighs like a conquering weapon.

"Both of you," he commanded, voice low and gravel-rough from an hour of growls. "Clean me up. Every inch."

They moved together—hungry, obedient, reverent—like two priestesses worshipping at the same altar, their mouths devoted to the thick, throbbing god between them.

Sierra went first, always the bolder one. She leaned in slow, eyes locked on his, dark lashes heavy with lust.

Her tongue slipped out—hot, wet, deliberate—and dragged up the underside of his shaft in one long, worshipful stroke. She lapped greedily at the thick, creamy coating Maddie had left behind: frothy white rings of her arousal mixed with faint traces of virgin pink, salty-sweet and obscene.

Sierra moaned low in her throat at the taste—vibrating against his skin—tracing every bulging vein with the flat of her tongue like she was memorizing the map of him. Her lips brushed the prominent ridge just under the head, sucking lightly, pulling a deep rumble from his chest.

Maddie—still half-dazed, cheeks flushed and tear-streaked from the ruin he'd made of her—followed a heartbeat later, eager despite the tremble in her limbs. She sank lower, soft mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to his heavy, slick balls.

One at a time she drew them between her swollen lips—gentle, adoring—sucking with reverent care while her tongue swirled delicate, filthy patterns over the taut skin.

She licked up every drop of her own mess that had dripped down there, humming softly at the musky taste of herself on him, the vibration making his thighs flex. Her small hands cupped what her mouth couldn't reach, massaging gently, rolling them in her palms like sacred offerings.

They worked in perfect, sinful tandem.

Sierra opened wide—lips stretching thin and glossy around the bloated, angry-purple head. She took him slow at first, savoring the stretch, throat relaxing as she sank down inch by thick inch.

Her gag reflex fluttered—soft, wet little chokes—but she pushed deeper anyway, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering as she forced her throat to yield. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, mixing with Maddie's cream, dripping in slow, shining strands down his shaft to coat his balls where Maddie still worshipped.

Maddie rose to meet her—tongue tracing every pulsing vein Sierra's lips weren't covering, sucking the sensitive frenulum just below the head with kittenish flicks, then dragging lower to lap at the slick inner crease of his thigh.

She moaned against his skin, the sound muffled and needy, before sliding back up.

Their mouths met around his cock in a messy, open-mouthed kiss—tongues tangling wetly over the slick, throbbing head. Sierra's tongue curled around one side, Maddie's the other; they slid together in filthy, slippery strokes, sharing the salty mix of him and Maddie's cream.

He groaned—deep, guttural, the sound ripping from his chest like it hurt to hold back. One hand fisted Sierra's dark hair, guiding her deeper; the other tangled in Maddie's lighter bronde strands, holding her close so she couldn't pull away from the mess they were making.

Sierra pulled off with a wet gasp—strings of saliva connecting her lips to the head—only for Maddie to dive in immediately, taking as much as her smaller mouth could handle. She bobbed eagerly, cheeks hollowing, inexperienced but fervent, gagging softly when the head hit the back of her throat.

Sierra didn't wait; she ducked lower again, tongue lapping at his balls once more, then sliding up the underside in long, slow drags that met Maddie's descending mouth in another sloppy, shared kiss around his shaft.

They traded places seamlessly—Sierra deep-throating him until her throat and mouth space was out, throat convulsing around the thick length, tears spilling down her cheeks; Maddie licking the base, sucking the veins, then rising to join her in filthy, tongue-heavy worship of the head.

Their saliva and Maddie's cream coated him completely now—shining, dripping, obscene—every inch glistening under the lamplight as their mouths worked him in perfect, depraved harmony.

His hips jerked once—uncontrolled—thrusting shallowly into the wet heat of their joined mouths. A low, broken curse fell from his lips.

"Fuck—look at you two," he rasped, voice wrecked. "My good little Princesses—cleaning up every drop you made for me."

Sierra hummed approval around his cock—vibration traveling straight to his balls. Maddie whimpered in answer, eyes glassy and adoring, tongue flicking faster.

They didn't slow. Just kept worshipping—hungry, obedient, reverent—until his thighs trembled and his grip in their hair turned bruising.

They didn't stop at his cock.

Sierra moved higher—kissing and licking the sweat from his forming abs, biting at his nipples until they hardened, sucking dark marks into his neck and collarbone.

Maddie followed—tongue lapping at the sharp V of his hips, cleaning the streaks of dried squirt from his skin, kissing the red scratches her nails had left earlier.

Every inch of him—worshipped, cleaned, claimed by their mouths and hands and tongues until his skin glistened fresh with their saliva, until his cock throbbed harder than ever, veins standing out angry and proud.

And when he finally came—growling low as his balls drew up tight—thick, hot ropes of cum erupted across their waiting tongues, painting their swollen lips, splashing their cheeks and chins as they fought eagerly to catch every pulse.

They swallowed greedily, eyes locked on his in total devotion, then shared the last heavy drops in a slow, obscene kiss right over his still-hard, twitching cock—tongues swirling the mess between them, lips glossy and connected by sticky strands.

Phei shifted on the bed, the soaked silk sticking to his sweat-slick skin as he moved. His cock—still rock-hard, angry-red and throbbing, veins bulging like twisted ropes along the shaft—jutted heavy between his thighs, absolutely drenched, the entire length glistening obscenely under the low light.

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