Their bodies lay tangled atop the altar stone, a ruin consecrated now not by gods, but by sweat, spit, and the thick trails of cum still leaking from Nephis's wrecked cunt. Her thighs twitched every few minutes, oversensitive and sore, streaked in drying seed and bruises left by Sunny's grip. The air was still warm with the scent of them—flesh and salt, musk and something feral. Her skin gleamed in the fading light, flushed and damp, hair matted against her cheek where Sunny had kissed her raw.
He held her tightly, limbs wrapped around her as if afraid she might dissolve into mist and slip away.
She didn't resist. She never did afterward. She just let him. Let his arms tighten. Let his tongue lazily trail the sweat from her collarbone. Let his lips press soft, too-soft kisses along the swell of her breast, the edge of her throat. Every so often, she sighed—light, shallow sounds, almost like purring, content and used and powerful all at once.
Sunny nuzzled her cheek, voice hoarse.
"What do you want?" he murmured. "I mean—what else do you want? Fantasies. Kinks."
Nephis's eyes opened slowly. Her voice, as always, was cool and level, but hoarser now from the screaming. "Why?"
"I want to know what you think about," he said. "When you're not choking on me or grinding on my lap like a bitch in heat."
She didn't smile. Not exactly. But her lips curled.
"You'll be disgusted."
"Try me."
Her eyes flicked to him, silver glinting. "CNC," she said. Calm. Clear. "Being dragged out of bed and pinned while I kick and scream. Used. Broken. Then held after like I didn't beg for it."
Sunny swallowed. His cock twitched again, somehow.
"Neglect play," she continued. "Being denied everything. Ignored. Kept locked and needy. Left to soak in my own filth while you do nothing until I'm sobbing."
He blinked. She went on, voice low, precise, each word deliberate.
"Gang-bangs. Five men. Maybe ten. None of them care if I say no. I don't even get to see their faces. They don't take turns—they take holes."
Sunny shuddered, his arms tightening.
"BDSM, of course," she added, as if listing a preference for wine. "Chains. Spanking. Forced posture training. Crying with a gag in my mouth. Wearing a leash while you feed me your cock."
He could barely breathe.
Nephis turned her head slowly, her voice almost a whisper now. "And NTR."
He blinked.
She smiled—barely. "You. Tied down. Watching while I fuck someone else. Moaning louder for him. Smiling at you while I take his cum."
Sunny stared at her, hard.
"You said you wanted to know."
He did. And now his cock was hard all over again.
And Nephis? She just closed her eyes again, let her head rest against his shoulder.
"I want a man who can't satisfy me," she murmured. "And tries anyway."
Sunny pulled her tighter.
"Then I guess you're stuck with me," he growled.
"I was hoping for worse," she replied. "You'll do."