By the second night the sisters had been fucked relentlessly. Filled with so much of Cassius's semen that their bellies bloated, their thighs slick with it, their mouths perpetually full.
They had swallowed more cum in two days than most prostitutes did in a lifetime.
They had been turned into complete slaves—not just figuratively, but literally, physically, spiritually.
They worshipped his cock.
And tonight, Cassius decided to give them a show.
He stood tall in the center of the room, his massive penis erect and throbbing, veins pulsing along its length. He stroked it slowly like he was putting on a divine show just for them.
The sisters knelt in a wide circle around him, hands clasped together in prayer—actual prayer, the same posture they used before the altar of the Goddess.
But their prayers were different now.
"Oh, Divine Cock of the Young Master." One sister chanted, tears streaming down her face. "Bless us with your holy semen. Cover us in your sacred seed."
