The Obsidian Vault had never felt more alive.
I lay sprawled on the massive circular platform, my body a canvas of pure debauchery. c*m coated my face, dripped from my chin onto my heaving breasts, and leaked in thick rivulets from my ruined p***y and ass. My legs were spread obscenely wide, trembling uncontrollably from the countless orgasms that had ripped through me. My voice was hoarse, reduced to breathy whimpers and broken moans.
Yet I smiled… letting out a deep, satisfied, almost delirious smile.
Elias knelt beside me, stroking my hair with surprising tenderness while his eyes burned with dark possession. Marcus stood a few feet away, watching with that familiar cruel smirk. Around us, at least twenty more masked Masters had walked out from the shadows, their c***s hard and ready
