The next day, Obsidian Vault had transformed into something primal and alive.
I stood at the center of the raised platform, my body still trembling from the previous hours of relentless use. c*m coated every inch of me, thick, sticky ropes drying on my face, dripping from my chin onto my swollen breasts, and leaking heavily from my gaping p***y and ass. My legs were weak, barely holding me up. My n*****s were red and sensitive from being sucked and pinched for so long. My throat felt raw, my voice reduced to breathy, broken whimpers.
Yet I had never felt more alive.
The shame I once carried had completely burned away.
Sarah stood beside me, her arm wrapped possessively around my waist. She gently wiped a streak of c*m from my cheek with her thumb and brought it to my lips. I sucked it
