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Creaks
As if a sentient entity itself, the house breathes from the cracks underneath the roof tiles. It rests in deep slumber, no statistics from the radio, no rapid knocks from the wave of fearful guests hiding from the scorching sun. Only silence cast on the tenants' peaceful sleep. However, some things were left to be desired.
The Homeowner halted his step as he passed the kitchen, normal babbles from Luka would set the night right, yet he didn't hear any muffled sounds from the cheerful man. He heard… soft gruntings.
Decided to take a peek (in his own house) from the Office room, Homeowner didn't know what to expect, the only residents of this room were Luka and those odd cultists he was forced to take in. Surely those grunts were just his imagination?
“Careful..!”
The noise caught him off guard. It was too dark to see clearly, but he made out the silhouette just fine. The three rowdy figures of the Death Cult, who often sat on the couch, moved to change their position. The one on the far right was being transferred to the middle, his lips claimed by the cultist behind him as arms wrapped around his torso. He hummed, tongue darting out to relish in the familiar sweet saliva. One long, leisure kiss followed by a soft pull on the lower lip, Cultist #1 to go in for another taste, yet a hand blocks them.
“D-don’t prolong the ritual, just get on with it.” said Cultist #2, a small blush hinting.
“Even She won’t rush it, do you not enjoy the slow pace as She planned it?” The hands of Cultist #1 travelled down to just underneath his ribcage, it shook shivers down Cultist #3 spine. His hands moved on their own to lay on top of the hands that warm him, head tilted up to #1.
“Lest not disturb Her at this time, we are behind schedule.”
It was cute to scold #1, he is always the most eager to engage in fulfilling their nightly routine, it’s what they deserve for being devoted. Number 2’s hands were shaky, his breath came out strained as he slowly lifted the robe up from Cultist #3's knees to his stomach. He rested his hands on bare thighs, eyes filled with newfound lust just from the view of a half-hard cock oozing pearly white precum. The bottom peon gasped when cool air hit his exposed bottom, his legs spread, one foot resting on the younger peon’s shoulder.
“Now, who is more eager?”
Cultist #1 smirked, continuing to pull the robe over #3’s ample bosoms. There they are in the glory, he wasted to fondle one of them, it was soft to the touch but the peaks were definitely hard in a lewd way, #1 tweaking the nub between his middle and pointer, his fingers were calloused, yet it enhanced the pleasure just right. Cultist #3 moaned, lay back on cultist #1's chest, and let the man freely grope his chest. It is expected of him to endure this since he was chosen by the Leader among all followers to be granted a set of breasts and a mission to be the vessel of pleasure.
Consequently, no mercy was shown to his other nipple, they both got flicked, rubbed in circular motions by two skilled fingers. His eyelids slowly shut themselves. Should he tell them this wasn’t necessary? But being played with is rather a euphoric feeling. Just then he felt sudden wetness under his twitching hole, the same circular motion as applied on his nipples. Cultist #2 had shifted his focus to smearing his spit on those muscles, he can also do his duty well in this ritual. His cock was getting hard just from hearing his friend moan and writhe as his chest was groped.
The index and middle fingers move in circular motions, slowly rubbing the hot hole that is filled with horny air. Cultist #3 felt his head spinning. He tried grinding his hips down to meet the fingers, but the man steadied his hips with a powerful grip.
“Please…” He begged with a ragged breath.
“No, no, this isn’t about you tonight. You are just a vessel for our pleasure, the plaything that was gifted by Her” #1 purred into his ear, his fingers tweaked at both nubs, which enchanted a wanton moan from the receiver.
Meanwhile, Cultist #2 had breached the first barrier of flesh, he felt the walls tighten then quickly relaxed to welcome the first knuckle of his finger. At first he ragged it slowly till the hole swallowed his final knuckle, that is when #2 started to twist it in different directions. He pushed upward, massaged the tight flesh with a few strokes, then downward to the right. Number 3 shook his hips, so demanding, this whore… His finger pulled out to the first knuckle to be joined with the second finger, now two fingers are scissoring inside the moaning peon. They stretched, fastened, and hooked downward but found no soft tissue that need to be addressed until he hooked upwards-
“Fuc-k! mmmh!”
Cultist #1 covered his mouth, #3’s stupid cock won’t stop twitching after the first jab on his special spot, so #2 did it again but faster this time, and #3 is basically bouncing his hips on them, aching for the fingers to work him open faster. Precum stained his hairy stomach. The chant of ah’s and oh’s excited the young peon, his fingers working non-stop for their pursuit, squelching sound echoed on 4 walls of the room with soft grunts, in #3’s mind he prayed the sound wouldn’t reach other guests, but lust blinded one’s judgement when three fingers entered the show and the stretch burn got overthrown by intense pleasure of all three rubbing to his prostate.
“mmhm! mmh slowdownslowdownfuckfuck, oh FUCK!-”
This time he was muffled by #1’s mouth, their tongues danced around each other with vigor, wet, messy. His hole tightened, indicating an orgasm was close. His back arched, both feet scrunched up from the intensity, yet all he received was the slow pace. He knows, oh, he knows #2 is forcing him to orgasm right now. He didn’t have a choice as he really is…
A vessel for their pleasure.
“Quiet, slut.” Cultist #2 delivered a smack on his rear.
“Ah!”
His pathetic cock shot two direct lines on Cultist #2’s face, his robe and more on his stomach. The oozing mess was beautiful white, quite salty as #2 noted. The peons broke their kiss and #3 thought this would be the end of it, however, the fingers kept milking his prostate. He whined, shaking his head from being oversimulated just to get another orgasm, slick dripped down his hole.
That isn’t the only thing dripping white though… His tits start lactating too.
The older of two peons leaned down to catch one nipple in his mouth first, he licked around the areola, curled his tongue in circles of the nub that is now leaking with sweet milk. His partner did the same, except rougher, he gently bit on the hard nub and pulled it with his teeth. Both were playing with his tits, fondling them, teasing them with their smooth tongue as long as they desired.
Hungry bastards. Make #3 all sensitive and twitching. Well at least they have their milk now. He should be resting after this, right?
“Huh?” His muscle ring felt a similar stretch, and he groaned as a duo intrusion from thick fingers.
“No! Please let me rest- ahh.. 5 minutes..”
His plea fell on deaf ears as #3 went North, below his navel, and to that wrecked, loose up hole from rough fingering. His head was dizzy, he couldn’t think straight when fingers were replaced with the hot heat from a brand new sense of pleasure from his peer’s tongue.
Lust can bring the worst in humanity. But for #3 this isn’t just regular sex. It’s him doing his mission, and he is doing it so well by the look of it. Cultist #3 accepted defeat and just rest his numb leg on the couch, he should be taking care of #1’s hard cock too… Yes, this is his duty after all.
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“Uno!”
“Man, how are you so good at this?! Okay how about another round?”
“heehee! Opzb, yfg blf ziv tlrmt gl olhv ztzrm-”
The homeowner swung the door open, he looked down at Luka and Wireface’s surprise expressions, with Uno cards around them.
“Houseowner! Sorry to leave my spot, I was just-”
“Make it 3,” He said as he sat in front of them.
“Huh?”
“Actually… No threes, I will just..watch you two- fuck! No...”
“um…Oke!”
And then Wireface won again.