I grabbed Alicia’s hips and shoved her upward, finally freeing my face from her drenched pussy. I was gasping for air, my mouth and chin coated in her sweet, musky nectar. She looked down at me, her hair messy and her eyes hazy, a long string of arousal connecting her slit to my bottom lip.

"You’re a mess, Arthur," she panted, her voice thick with lust.

"Your fault," I growled, looking down at my groin. Althea and Eveline hadn’t stopped for a second. They were still fighting over my dick, their faces slick with a cocktail of my pre-cum and their own saliva. The sounds of their slurping and gagging were echoing off the walls.

I reached down and grabbed Althea by the hair, yanking her head back. She let out a soft yelp, her eyes fluttering as she looked up at me, her mouth still stretched wide from deepthroating me.

"Get on your hands and knees," I commanded. "Face Eveline."

Althea scrambled to obey, her masochistic streak flaring up. She stayed on the bed, arching her back so her plump ass was sticking straight up in the air. Eveline crawled over to face her, her massive, sheer-clad breasts swaying with every movement.

"Eveline, eat her out," I ordered. "And Althea, if you stop sucking my balls while she does it, I’ll ruin you."

The Saintess didn’t hesitate. She dived between Althea’s thighs, her tongue buried deep in the knight’s soaking wet folds. Althea let out a sharp shriek, her fingers digging into the mattress as she leaned forward to grab my sack, swirling her tongue around my balls with a desperate intensity.

I sat up, leaning back against the headboard, watching the two of them work each other over. Alicia crawled over to me, sitting on my lap facing away, her back against my chest. She grabbed my hands and pulled them forward, placing them on her own heavy breasts.

"Watch them, Arthur," Alicia whispered, her head leaning back against my shoulder. "Watch how your ’sisters’ behave when they think I’m not looking."

I squeezed Alicia’s tits, kneading the soft flesh while watching Eveline’s head move rhythmically between Althea’s legs. The room smelled like raw sex—a heavy mix of female juices and my own musk.

"Turn around, Eveline," I said, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous register.

The Saintess pulled away from Althea, her face smeared with the knight’s cream. She crawled toward me, her eyes locked on my throbbing cock. I didn’t give her a choice. I grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up, positioning her right over my dick.

"Alicia, move," I said.

Alicia slid off my lap, but she didn’t go far. She moved to the side, grabbing Althea by the chin and forcing the knight to watch. I gripped Eveline’s hips and guided my dick to her entrance. She was so wet she practically slid onto me.

With one hard thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in the Saintess.

"AHHHHHH!" Eveline shrieked, her back arching into a bow. Her internal walls clamped down on me like a vice, pulsing with the shock of the sudden penetration.

"Fuck, you’re tight," I hissed, my fingers digging into her hips. I started hammering into her, my groin slapping loudly against her ass cheeks.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Eveline was a mess, her head tossing back and forth as I ruthlessly stretched her out. Every time I hit her depths, she let out a broken, high-pitched moan.

"Althea," I growled, looking at the trembling knight. "Don’t just stand there. Get behind her. Use your fingers on her ass. I want her completely open."

Althea scrambled behind Eveline, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She reached out, her fingers slick with her own juices, and began to work on Eveline’s tight back door.

"M-Master! Ah! Something is... hyaah!" Eveline’s eyes rolled back. The dual stimulation—my dick destroying her pussy and Althea’s fingers stretching her ass—was breaking her.

Alicia moved in then, leaning over to kiss Eveline deeply, muffling her screams. While they made out, I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming more brutal and unapologetic. I was fucking the Saintess right in front of my fiancée, and Alicia was helping me do it.

"Look at her, Alicia," I panted, watching the way Eveline’s breasts bounced wildly. "She’s supposed to be pure. Look at this filthy slut now."

"She’s our slut, Arthur," Alicia corrected, her hand reaching down to rub against Eveline’s clit while I continued to pound her.

The heat in the room was stifling. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. Eveline was already shaking, her legs starting to give out as she approached another climax. Her pussy was milking me for everything I was worth, her rhythmic contractions almost forcing me to blow my load.

"I’m close," I warned, my voice raspy.

"Not yet," Alicia commanded, pulling away from the kiss. "Switch. I want to feel you inside me when you cum. Althea, you’re next. Take her place."

I pulled out of Eveline with a loud, wet pop. She collapsed onto the bed, her pussy twitching and leaking a mixture of my pre-cum and her own fluids. I didn’t give her a second to breathe before I grabbed Althea by the waist and flipped her over.

******

Althea was already shaking, her ass arched high in the air, her face buried in the pillows. I didn’t bother with a slow entry. I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at Alicia, and drove my dick straight into her tight, twitching pussy.

"GAHH!" Althea shrieked, her fingers digging deep into the mattress.

"Fuck, you’re tighter than the Saintess," I growled, hammering into her with brutal, rhythmic thrusts.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound of my groin hitting her rounded ass cheeks was loud and wet. Althea wasn’t a delicate flower; she was a knight, and her body took the punishment with a desperate, perverted hunger. Every time I bottomed out, her internal muscles clamped down on me like a vice, trying to milk the life out of my shaft.

"Look at her, Alicia," I panted, reaching forward to grab Althea’s heavy, bouncing breasts, twisting the nipples until she sobbed. "Your loyal knight is nothing but a hole for my dick."

Alicia didn’t look jealous. She looked hungry. She crawled over, kneeling in front of Althea’s face. "Suck my fingers, Althea. While the Master ruins you, you serve the Mistress."

Alicia shoved two fingers into Althea’s mouth, and the knight greedily sucked on them, her muffled moans vibrating through the bed as I continued to destroy her from behind.

Eveline wasn’t finished either. The second Saintess crawled up behind me, her naked body pressing against my back. She reached around, her hands slick with her own juices, and began to work her fingers into Althea’s tight, puckered asshole.

"M-Master! Ah! It’s—" Althea’s voice broke as she was stretched from both ends.

"Don’t stop, Eveline," I commanded. I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming shorter and more violent. I was reaching my limit. The combination of Althea’s tight pussy, Eveline’s fingers, and Alicia’s fingers in the knight’s mouth was too much.

"Turn around, Alicia," I rasped. "I’m going to blow."

Alicia immediately shoved Althea aside, the knight collapsing into a heap of twitching limbs and messy fluids. Alicia lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy raw and dripping from the earlier tongue-lashing.

"Fill me, Arthur," she demanded, her eyes locked on mine. "Show these two who the first wife is."

I didn’t need a second invitation. I grabbed Alicia’s thighs, pulling them over my shoulders, and slammed into her. She was soaking wet, the friction making a squelching sound that filled the room.

Squish. Slap. Squish. Slap.

I was fucking her with everything I had left. Eveline and Althea crawled over, one on each side, their tongues lashing at my balls and the base of my dick while I hammered into Alicia. It was a chaotic, messy pile of limbs, saliva, and sweat.

"I’m cumming!" Alicia screamed, her pussy walls pulsing violently around me.

"Me too!" I roared.

I buried myself as deep as I could, my balls hitting her clit as I blasted my load. I didn’t pull out. I stayed deep inside her, pumping jet after jet of hot, thick cum into her womb. Alicia’s back arched, her toes curling as she rode out a massive climax, her insides milking me dry.

I stayed there for a moment, panting, before pulling out with a wet pop. A thick, white stream of my cum immediately began to leak out of Alicia’s stretched pussy, coating her inner thighs.

The room went silent, save for the sound of four people trying to remember how to breath

*******

The aftermath was a scene of total debauchery.

The bed was a disaster zone. The expensive silk sheets were twisted, soaked in a cocktail of sweat, saliva, and thick white streaks of my cum that had overflowed from Alicia and smeared onto the others. The heavy scent of sex was so thick it was almost tangible.

Eveline was sprawled on her stomach, her wings limp and her face buried in a pillow, her legs still twitching occasionally. Althea was curled on her side, her eyes glazed over and a vacant, blissful smile on her face, her pussy still leaking a steady stream of my nectar onto the mattress.

Alicia lay directly under me, her chest heaving as she stared up at the ceiling with wide, exhausted eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her pale skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink.

I slowly pulled out of her, the sound of the wet friction echoing in the quiet room. A thick, syrupy mixture of my cum and her juices spilled out of her immediately, running down her inner thighs.

I sat back on my heels, looking down at the three of them. I was covered in sweat, my chest marked with scratches from their nails, but despite the hours of relentless fucking, I felt surprisingly energized. My dick, slick and red from the friction, hadn’t even fully softened. It stood proud and erect, swaying slightly as I looked over my conquered harem.

Alicia finally found her voice. She shifted her head to the side, her gaze falling on my still-throbbing cock. She let out a weak, incredulous chuckle.

"You have to be kidding me," she whispered, her voice raspy and broken. "Look at you. You’re still ready to go."

Eveline groaned, shifting slightly. "Please... no more... I think I’m actually broken..."

Althea didn’t even move, just let out a faint, muffled whimper of agreement.

Alicia looked back at me, a mixture of pride, lust, and genuine concern in her eyes. She reached out a trembling hand, tracing the underside of my shaft.

"You really are a monster, Arthur," she murmured. She looked over at the other two ’sisters’ who were currently little more than decorative piles of flesh on the bed. "I think I’ve made a tactical error."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow, a wicked smirk playing on my lips.

"I thought three of us would be enough to tame you," Alicia said, her fingers curling around my dick. "But look at them. They’re useless now. If this is what it takes to satisfy you for one night, then I think we’re going to need a lot more sisters to contain this monster of yours."

I chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to her sweat-soaked forehead. "Is that a challenge, Alicia?"

"It’s a necessity," she sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned into my touch. "But for now... just let us sleep. If you try to touch them again, I think they might actually die."

I looked at the three ruined, beautiful women sprawled across my bed. I felt a surge of possessive pride. They were mine—claimed, ruined, and completely devoted.

"Fine," I said, stretching out and pulling all three of them into a tangled mess of limbs against me. "We’ll wait until morning."

As they drifted off into an exhausted sleep, I stayed awake for a while, staring at the ceiling and feeling the warmth of their bodies against mine.