Chapter 740: Holy Orgy
It all started with four of the youngest sisters, eager-eyed girls who had arrived after Stella and were now kneeling around Cassius on the plush rug by the fireplace.
Their gowns were discarded, their naked bodies glowing in the firelight.
"Treat it like a holy relic, ladies."
Cassius commanded, his voice low and commanding.
"Every lick, every kiss brings you closer to the Goddess above. Worship it with your mouths. Share your devotion."
Despite how dirty his words were or maybe because of them, the sisters dove in enthusiastically.
"Yes, Lord Cassius!" The boldest one whimpered, her tongue lapping greedily at the underside of his shaft.
Another, the shy, bookish novice, sucked the tip with soft, reverent moans. "Mmm, it’s so divine..."
The third ran her tongue along his length, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
The fourth, the quietest of them all took him deep into her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks from the effort.
They licked and slurped, their tongues intertwining over his shaft, drinking each other’s saliva in sloppy kisses.
They took turns deepthroating him, gagging and gasping, eyes watering with lustful tears.
"Deeper, sister. Taste his holiness." The boldest urged, pushing her companion’s head down.
The shy girl gagged but kept going, her throat convulsing around him.
Stella watched from the bed, still catching her breath, a mix of pride and jealous heat in her eyes.
Maria lounged beside her, tail flicking, fingering herself lazily.
"Look at them go, darling." Maria murmured. "So pure, yet so hungry."
When Cassius felt his orgasm building, he growled.
"Enough mouths. Line up, all four of you—asses high."
They scrambled into position on all fours, side by side on the rug, pussies dripping and winking invitingly.
He didn’t let them drink his load—not yet.
Instead, he lined them up and fucked them one by one, pounding straight into each tight pussy, destroying them with brutal, rhythmic thrusts that left them screaming in ecstasy.
First was the bold one. "Ahh! Yes, fill me with your sacred seed!"
He railed her until she squirted, then pulled out, white mess leaking from her gaping hole.
Next, the shy girl. "O-oh Goddess, it’s splitting me...more!"
Her whimpers turned to howls as he wrecked her, cum bubbling out when he switched.
Third was the playful one. "Harder, my lord! Punish this sinful cunt!"
He obliged, slamming until she collapsed, pussy overflowing.
Last, the quiet one, who had barely spoken all night moaned prayerfully. "Bless me...inside..."
He erupted deep in her, pulling out to watch his thick load pour from her ruined entrance.
—
Later, Cassius pressed two sisters together on the bed, their bodies aligned, their pussies colliding.
He didn’t separate them. Instead, he fucked them at the same time—sliding his cock into one, then pulling out and pushing into the other, alternating with each thrust. The sisters moaned in harmony, their voices rising and falling together.
"Oh, it’s so good!"
"I can feel him in both of us!"
"He’s moving inside me—now inside you—now me again—"
While he did that, he fingered two more sisters on the side.
Their legs were spread wide, their pussies exposed, and his fingers pumped in and out of them in time with his thrusts.
The four women whimpered together, harmonizing like a choir.
"Forgive us, Goddess!"
"We’re so sorry for feeling this good!"
"Please, forgive our sinful bodies!"
Cassius grinned, his fingers plunging deeper.
"Confession is good for the soul." He growled. "But absolution requires penance. Keep begging."
They did.
—
Cassius then pulled one of the older sisters onto the bed, a stern woman with grey-streaked hair and a face that usually looked like she’d swallowed a lemon.
She had been one of the most resistant, one of the most stubborn.
But now she lay beneath him, her eyes wide with fear and excitement as he positioned himself over her face.
"Open wide." He commanded.
She obeyed, her mouth stretching open, and he pushed his cock inside.
He fucked her throat.
Not gently. Not slowly. He grabbed her hair and thrust deep, his balls slapping against her chin, his shaft disappearing completely into her mouth.
She gagged. Tears streamed down her cheeks. But she didn’t pull away.
"Please—" She tried to say, but the word came out garbled around his cock.
"This is penance." Cassius growled, his hips never stopping. "This is punishment for being such a dirty little sister. For wanting this so badly. For lying to yourself about what you really need."
She whimpered, her throat constricting around him, and he groaned at the sensation.
"Say you’re sorry." He demanded.
She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even breathe. But her eyes—watery, desperate—begged for mercy.
"Say it." He insisted, pulling out just enough for her to gasp.
"I’m sorry!" She cried, her voice raw. "I’m sorry for being so stubborn! I’m sorry for pretending I didn’t want this! Please, forgive me!"
He shoved back into her throat and fucked her hard, fast, relentless. She gagged and moaned and took every inch.
When he finally came, he poured his seed directly down her throat, and she swallowed every drop, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
"Th-Thank you, Lord Cassius." She rasped, collapsing onto the floor. "Thank you for purifying me."
—
Cassius didn’t let their anal virginities go unscathed.
He lined them all up on their hands and knees—fifteen sisters, their asses raised, their faces buried in pillows.
Maria went ahead of him, lubing everyone’s assholes with her seductive powers.
Her fingers, glowing pink, slid into each one, immediately loosening them up, making them moan and squirm.
"Don’t be scared." Maria cooed as she worked. "Relax for him. You’ll love it, I promise."
Cassius spread each pair of cheeks and claimed every single anal virginity, one after another.
Each sister thanked him for it. Some were crying. Some were laughing. All of them were moaning.
"Thank you, Lord Cassius!"
"Thank you for this blessing!"
"Thank you for taking my last virginity!"
When he finished cumming in every single one of them, all fifteen sisters had their asses arched out, white cream leaking from inside, dripping down their thighs.
By this time, Cassius had already reached his limit.
Not physically—his body was still strong, his cock still hard, his stamina seemingly endless thanks to the powers he had been given.
But mentally, he was exhausted. He needed a break.
But he didn’t stop.
He just changed tactics.
—
He brought out toys from his spatial ring—dildos of every size and shape, massive anal plugs, nipple clamps, vibrators, gags.
He shoved dildos into everyone’s pussies and made them vibrate at high speed.
He pushed massive anal plugs into their assholes, stretching them even further.
He clamped nipple clips onto their breasts, the sharp pinch making them gasp.
He gagged them and left them on the bed, their bodies twitching and convulsing as the toys worked them over.
"Entertain yourselves." He said. "I’m taking a break."
The toys did the rest.
—
And when he got bored of that, he brought out his secret weapon.
Invisible tentacles gained from the Goddess of Debauchery herself. He summoned them with a thought, and they reached out, wrapping around the sisters’ bodies, lifting them into the air.
One sister was hoisted up, her arms and legs spread wide, her body completely exposed.
Tentacles pushed into her pussy, her ass, her mouth—all three holes violated at once.
She screamed around the tentacle in her throat, her eyes rolling back as she came instantly.
Another sister was suspended upside down, tentacles wrapping around her breasts, squeezing and twisting, while others plunged into her pussy and ass.
A third was held spread-eagle, tentacles teasing every inch of her body—her nipples, her clit, her inner thighs before finally pushing inside.
Meanwhile, Maria bounced on Cassius’s cock on the bed, taking the real one while moaning out and watching the glorious sight of all her sisters getting destroyed around her.
"This...is beautiful!" She murmured, grinding her hips. "My daughters. My family. All of us together!"
—
After his break, Cassius went back to fucking them individually.
But he took them to different rooms now—each sister, alone, in a different part of the tavern.
In the bathroom, he cornered one of the younger sisters against the sink.
The mirror reflected her flushed face, her naked body, his massive hands gripping her waist.
"You wanted this." He said, lifting her onto the counter. "You’ve been watching me all night, haven’t you?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Then take it."
He fucked her hard and fast, her back pressed against the cold mirror, her legs wrapped around his hips. Their reflections watched—her expression blissful, his intense.
When she came, she screamed loud enough to echo through the empty tavern.
—
In the kitchen, Cassius took an older sister, stripped her naked and laid her on the large wooden table.
Then he brought out honey, cream, sugar—and poured them over her body.
"You’re my dessert." He said.
He licked the honey from her neck. Sucked the cream from her nipples. Traced sugar paths down her stomach with his tongue.
She squirmed beneath him, giggling and moaning.
"That tickles! Lord Cassius, that tickles!"
He spent an hour on her—licking, tasting, savoring.
Only at the end did he fuck her, slow and deep, her body sticky and sweet.
—
Some of the sisters were more adventurous than others.
Three of them—the boldest ones approached Cassius with a request.
"We want to be degraded." They said, eyes shining. "We want to be humiliated."
Cassius raised an eyebrow. "You’re sure?"
They nodded.
He led them to the bathroom and made them kneel on the cold tile floor.
"Piss." He commanded.
They looked at each other, hesitated—then obeyed.
Golden streams splashed onto the tiles as they relieved themselves, faces burning with shame and excitement.
Cassius watched, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
"Dirty girls." He said.
When they were done, he made them lie down in the puddles and spread their legs.
"You wanted degradation." He said, positioning himself above them. "Then take it."
He fucked them one by one in the puddles of their own piss, while they cried and moaned and thanked him for it.
—
By the end of the night, every single room in the tavern was covered in Cassius’s scent.
The bar, where he had bent one sister over the counter and fucked her while serving imaginary drinks.
The other beds, where he had taken two sisters at once in every position imaginable.
The tables, where he had laid them out like feasts.
The floor, where he had wrestled playfully with the youngest novice and ended up inside her.
Every single place.
The air was thick with musk, with love juice, with the smell of sex and sweat and satisfaction.
Of course, the most degrading moment, the one that proved they were truly, utterly broken came on the second night.