Tears stread down Lilith’s flushed, ruined face, tracing hot rivers through the sweat already soaking her skin. Drool poured freely from her lips, splattering ssily onto her trembling chest, soaking into the ripped cloth of her nun’s robes.
Her entire body shook from the effort — small spasms running up her legs and arms, making her fingers tremble helplessly against the floor.
Each heavy, punishing thrust dragged a fresh jolt of shaful pleasure through her battered throat.
Her sacred treasure burned hotter — her pussy pulsing wildly against the soaked cloth of her panties, the damp heat now practically steaming between her thighs.
Every humiliating gag sent a tremor of forbidden ecstasy racing along her spine, like every new violation cracked her mind a little deeper.
It’s so wrong... so sinful... so disgusting...
And yet... why does it feel so good?
The scent of her arousal hung heavy now, mingling with Sylvaris’s musk, filling every breath, every heartbeat, drowning her in filth.
"Gghk—! Mmgh... nghh—mmnnn..."
She kept gagging, sloppy and strained — but little by little, those desperate, broken chokes softened into shaky, muffled moans.
"MMMRGH— SLRP— NNFFK—"
The fight left her slowly, shafully. Her lips clung tightly to the massive shaft, stretching her mouth, her tongue flattening eagerly against the underside. The faintest suction began to build with each trembling breath.
A shaful, helpless acceptance bubbled out in each broken, needy whimper.
Her pink eyes fluttered closed for a mont, burning with sha. She could feel it now — the dark pull inside her.
The more they degraded her... The more they used her... The deeper her body fell into that sick, sinful pleasure she had always secretly craved.
It was like drowning in a suffocating yet warm pleasure, and she didn’t want to escape.
Sylvaris grinned down at her broken form, his golden eyes gleaming with savage amusent. His hand tightened in her golden hair, yanking her closer until her lips trembled against the thick base of his cock.
"Pathetic little nun," he growled, voice thick with mockery. "Moaning like a whore while choking on my cock... you’re loving this, aren’t you?"
Lilith sobbed against him, tears blurring her vision, spit bubbling around her stretched lips.
"Gghk—! Nghh... mmffk—! Mmphh—!"
But she didn’t pull away. No... She leaned forward instinctively — desperate, starving for more, aching to be filled and ruined beyond recognition.
Her knees slid slightly against the slick floor, leaving sars of drool and arousal as she pushed herself down again.
Each small motion dragged fresh wet sounds into the air:
GLRK— SLRPPP— GHHK— MMFFNN—Her throat spasd helplessly around the thick shaft, her lips sealing tighter, her whole body trembling with need and sha.
"N-no...!""I-I don’t...!""Mmmnnh—!"
The words crumbled between wet, gurgling moans, her throat betraying her even faster than her voice could lie.
No matter how she tried to resist, the lewd, filthy noises bubbling from her mouth made it clear that her body had already surrendered. One shaful tremor at a ti.
Her pussy spasd hard against her ruined panties, the wet cloth sticking obscenely between her thighs. Her juices dripped slowly onto the floor, soaking into the wood.
The room was saturated with the scent of corrupted pleasure now — the rich, musky perfu of sex and defeat.
A soft notification blinked silently in the corner of Sylvaris’s vision:
[Love ter Increased: -90%]
He chuckled inwardly, the sound low and dark.
Oh? This is interesting. Seems like the cold nun is finally starting to enjoy it.
He grinned wider, feeling her throat convulse in helpless spasms around him.
At least it’s a 10% increase from the last ti.
She was beginning to fall —not through love, not through loyalty —but through filth, degradation, and domination. And it was beautiful.
At the side, Faylira’s mind spun chaotically. Looks like my love is enjoying this... but why am I not feeling jealous...? It’s weird... It’s as if this woman isn’t even worthy of my jealousy... or... Am I already starting to accept it? Accept that he is ant to have many won? That my king — my Sylvaris — belongs to all of us...?
She clutched at her chest without realizing it, her heart pounding, her own body reacting shafully to the scene in front of her.
I should be jealous, right? So why... why is my jealousy fading every ti he wishes to take another...?
She didn’t understand yet. None of them did.
The Harem God System was already working, spreading invisible tendrils of influence through their hearts and minds. Binding them all closer. Changing them. Remaking them. And Sylvaris himself —he still didn’t fully grasp the power he held in his hands.
"That’s it," Faylira purred, her voice dripping with sultry glee as she leaned closer to watch. Her fox tails twitched behind her like eager serpents. "You’re finally starting to understand your place."
Lilith moaned brokenly around the thick shaft:
"Mmmnnhh—! Nghhk—!" The humiliating, desperate sounds echoed wetly through the thick, steamy air.
I can’t stop... His cock tastes so good... It’s driving insane. What’s happening to ...?
At first, I only wanted to explore his darkness... now I want to explore his body... I want to feel how far he can go... how deep he can break ...
More... I need more...
Fuck yes... I love this cock already... I can’t believe it wasn’t a part of my life before...
The god is no longer worthy of my praise... Only this glorious, powerful cock deserves my devotion... I love it — I love how it chokes , how it stretches my mouth... Shit... I’ve lost it completely...
Lilith looked up, her lust-filled eyes eting Sylvaris’s. She could see the pleasure on his face — could feel Liraeth’s hands worshiping his balls, Faylira’s powerful grip locking her in place. And it pushed her beyond the edge of sanity.
The holy priestess was gone. In her place knelt a trembling, panting sheep, and she loved being devoured by the wolf.
Ahhh... I need it... Oh glorious cock... please... cum for ...
Her mind shattered.
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