I didn’t even have time to react before Alicia shoved me hard by the chest. I hit the mattress with a heavy thud. Before I could even prop myself up on my elbows, Althea was on top of me. She scrambled up my body and straddled my chest, pinning my wrists to the bed with the bruising, unrelenting strength of a trained knight.

"Stay down, Arthur," Althea breathed. Her face was still bright red from embarrassment, but her eyes burned with a desperate, perverted hunger that completely betrayed her.

Alicia stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes flashing with a commanding, dominant light. She slowly reached around to the back of her dress, unzipping it. "You think you can just talk your way out of it with a few sweet promises? No. You need to be reminded exactly who you belong to."

The dress pooled at her feet, revealing her pale, flawless skin and a skimpy set of white lace lingerie that did absolutely nothing to hide how hard her nipples were piercing through the fabric.

Eveline immediately followed suit. Her hands were trembling with anticipation as she discarded her heavy, modest Saintess robes. Beneath the holy fabric, she was wearing a scandalous, sheer black corset that she must have bought specifically to surprise me. Her massive breasts heaved, practically spilling out over the top.

"Help her, Althea," Alicia commanded.

Althea didn’t need to be told twice. She let go of my wrists and scrambled off my chest, shedding her leather armor and tunic in record time. In seconds, all three of them were completely naked, their beautiful bodies glistening in the dim light of the dorm room.

Alicia crawled onto the bed, her hips swaying as she straddled my waist. She leaned down, her heavy, soft breasts smearing directly against my bare chest. "Since you like hiding things so much, we’re going to make sure you can’t think about anything else for the rest of the night."

She reached down and unbuckled my pants, pulling my throbbing, rock-hard dick out into the open. Then, she grabbed her own heavy breasts, squeezing them tightly together to create a deep, plush cleavage.

"Eveline, come here," Alicia ordered.

The submissive Saintess eagerly crawled up beside her. Together, they sandwiched my thick shaft directly between them. I let out a low groan as the heat and softness of four massive mounds of flesh completely encased my dick.

"Is the husband enjoying his punishment?" Eveline whispered. She leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the blunt, leaking head of my dick as Alicia aggressively slid her tits up and down the length of my shaft. The friction of their soft skin squeezing my cock was agonizingly good.

They kept up the double boobjob for a few minutes, slicking my shaft with their spit and my own pre-cum. But at the foot of the bed, Althea was practically vibrating. She was on her hands and knees, watching my dick slide between their tits, her own wet pussy dripping onto the bedsheets.

Alicia noticed. A wicked smirk crossed the first wife’s face.

"Althea, you look starved," Alicia purred, shifting her weight back and letting my dick pop free from their cleavage. "Why don’t you feed?"

Alicia gave her space, moving up my body. Althea scrambled forward like a starving animal. She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands, her eyes locked onto the thick, veined shaft. She leaned down and dragged her tongue slowly up the entire length, shivering at the taste, before opening her mouth and taking the whole head inside.

Eveline wasn’t about to be left out. The Saintess ducked her head down, diving right for my balls.

The two of them went to work, taking turns sucking and slurping. The sounds filling the room were filthy—loud, wet gags and the sloppy smacks of their lips. Althea would deepthroat me until she choked, pulling back with a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to my dick, only for Eveline to immediately replace her, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge. They were making an absolute mess of my groin, coating me entirely in their saliva.

Meanwhile, Alicia crawled all the way up my chest. She planted a deep, wet kiss on my lips, tasting the lust radiating off me.

She pulled back, looking down at me with narrowed eyes. "You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit. This doesn’t feel like a punishment at all."

"You’re the ones sucking my dick," I smirked up at her. "I’m just lying here."

"Oh, really?" Alicia’s eyes darkened. "Let’s change that."

She shifted her body forward, throwing one leg over my shoulder. Before I could say a word, she lowered her hips and firmly planted her soaking wet pussy directly onto my face.

The heavy, intoxicating scent of her arousal completely suffocated me. She wasn’t being gentle. She ground her hips down hard, forcing my nose deep into her slick folds. It was pure femdom. She was demanding my worship.

I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth and lashed my tongue out, driving it straight up her dripping slit.

"Ahhn!" Alicia moaned loudly, her thighs clamping down tightly around my head to trap me there.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I reached up, my hands gripping her pale, rounded ass cheeks to hold her steady as I buried my face in her drenched folds. The scent was intoxicating—heavy, sweet, and musk-filled. I lashed my tongue out, dragging it from her tailbone all the way up to her swollen clit. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Hnnngh!" Alicia’s back arched, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she ground her pussy harder against my face.

I sucked her entire clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hyper-sensitive nub while slurping at the juices overflowing from her slit. She was absolutely drenched, her nectar coating my lips and chin. I used my tongue like a weapon, driving it deep inside her as she rhythmically bucked her hips, forcing me to swallow her cream as she shuddered under the relentless pressure of my mouth.

Below her, the ’punishment’ was becoming a messy, chaotic reality.

Althea and Eveline had completely abandoned any pretense of dignity. They were on their knees, hovering over my groin like starving animals fighting over a carcass.

Althea grabbed the base of my dick, her knuckles white as she squeezed the thick, veined shaft. She leaned down and took the head into her mouth, her tongue darting out to swirl around the ridge before she began to deepthroat me with a desperate, hungry force. Every time she pulled back, a long, viscous string of saliva stretched between her lips and the purple head of my cock.

"My turn," Eveline whispered, her eyes glazed with lust.

She pushed Althea’s head aside, but the knight didn’t stop. While Eveline opened her mouth and swallowed the top half of my shaft, Althea moved lower. She cupped my heavy, aching balls, taking both of them into her mouth. I let out a jagged groan as I felt her hot, wet tongue swirling around my sack, her teeth occasionally grazing the skin in a way that sent electric jolts straight to my core.

The cooperation was flawless and filthy. Eveline pumped her head up and down, her throat muscles clamping down on me with every slide, while Althea focused entirely on my balls and the underside of the shaft. They were switching roles every few seconds, their faces becoming completely smeared with a mixture of my pre-cum and their own saliva. The sounds were loud and wet—the constant slurp of their mouths, the squish of their tongues, and the ragged gasps for air as they competed to see who could make me twitch more.

"You’re making such a mess, you two," Alicia panted from above me, her hips still grinding against my nose as I continued to feast on her. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Althea’s hair to pull her head closer to the shaft. "Suck him harder. I want to feel him throbbing against my pussy while he’s inside my mouth."

I was drowning in it. The heat of Alicia’s juices on my face, the crushing suction on my dick, and the wet warmth of Althea’s mouth on my balls. It was a sensory execution

*****

While Arthur was being devoured, Sol was dealing with her own sensory overload. In the center of the white void, a massive screen broadcasted every sensation, sound, and visual directly from Arthur’s mind.

Sol was sprawled back on a plush sofa, completely naked. Her massive breasts heaved as she watched the screen with hazy, glowing eyes. Her legs were spread wide, and two of her fingers were buried deep inside her dripping cunt, pumping rapidly.

"Ah... Master..." Sol whimpered, feeling the phantom sensations of Alicia grinding on his face and Althea’s mouth on his cock.

On the floor before her, Azryth was trembling. The demonic sword in her human form was naked, her pale skin flushed a feverish red. She had been under Sol’s training for a long time, and her body was conditioned to react to the slightest command.

"Azryth," Sol said, her voice dropping into a dominant growl.

The demonic girl flinched. "Yes... Mistress?"

"You’ve been watching the Master long enough," Sol commanded, parting her legs and exposing her dripping pink folds. "Come here... this seat needs a mouth."

Azryth didn’t hesitate. Her hunger for the Master’s essence was funneled through her submission to Sol. She scrambled forward on her hands and knees and buried her face into Sol’s soaked crotch. Her tongue lashed out with demonic fervor, desperate to please the entity that held her soul in check.

"Ah... that’s it," Sol sighed, her head falling back as she watched Arthur’s POV of Alicia while Azryth’s tongue worked her over. "Good little slave."