The World Only Easter Egg

The silence after an orchestra’s final note lingers thickest. That was how the suite felt after Cardi B collapsed beside me on the sofa, her breathing shallow, her body slack and glistening with sweat. The scent of sex—musky, primal, layered with her expensive perfume and the sharp tang of my release inside her—clung to the air like smoke. My pulse still hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat fading into aftermath. I reached for the crystal tumbler on the low table, the ice cubes clinking softly as I took a slow sip of chilled water. The condensation felt sharp against my palm.

Across the room, reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city’s glittering skyline, the bathroom door slid open without a sound. Riana stood framed in the soft light spilling from within. She wore only a plush white bathrobe, belted loosely. Her dark eyes, wide and watchful, flickered from Cardi’s unconscious form sprawled on the velvet cushions—legs splayed, my seed glistening wetly at her core—to me.

To it.

My cock, still thick and ruddy from use, lay heavy against my thigh. It was slick, a grotesque masterpiece painted in streaks of milky white—my own spend mingled with Cardi’s arousal, catching the dim light like wet pearls. Riana’s gaze locked onto it. There was no hesitation, no coyness. Just a deep, trembling focus. The belt of her robe whispered undone as her fingers tugged it loose. The heavy fabric slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like discarded stage curtains, revealing her slender body—pale skin, small breasts tipped with dusky nipples, a delicate triangle of dark curls below.

She moved silently across the thick carpet, her bare feet making no sound. When she reached me, she sank to her knees without a word. Her eyes—submissive pools reflecting the city lights—never left mine. The air thickened again, charged with a different tension—raw devotion mixed with sharp anxiety. Her small hands trembled slightly as they reached out, hovering for only a heartbeat before closing around the base of my shaft. The touch was cool against the heat radiating from my skin.

"Master," she breathed, the word barely audible yet vibrating in the stillness.

She didn’t wait. Lowering her head, her pink tongue darted out—a shy, tentative flick against the crown.

“Lap. LICK~” Then again, bolder this time, a long, slow lick up the underside, collecting the mingled fluids.

“Schlllp. Slllrrrppp!!” The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly, nostrils flaring as she inhaled the potent scent. Then she opened her mouth wide, stretching her lips obscenely around the swollen head, and took me in.

The sensation was electric. Wet heat. Tight suction. Her tongue swirled expertly around the ridge, slurping greedily as she swallowed the mess coating me.

“Gllk. Schluuurp.” Her cheeks hollowed fiercely, creating a powerful vacuum that pulled a low groan from deep in my chest. She worked fervently, desperately, her head bobbing in earnest, messy strokes. Droplets of spit and spend dripped down her chin onto her chest. Drip. Drip.

I watched her, my fingers tangling loosely in her dark hair. Her movements were frantic, almost pleading. Her throat worked visibly as she took me deeper, gagging slightly before forcing herself down again.

“Hrrk! Glrk. Guk!” Her eyes, when they met mine, were wide with naked need and something sharper—fear.

"You look eager tonight, Riana," I murmured, my voice rough, echoing in the space between Cardi’s soft snores. My thumb stroked the shell of her ear.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strands of saliva clinging obscenely between her lips and my glistening shaft. Her breath came in shallow gasps.

"I… I don’t want to be left behind, Master," she stammered, her voice thick with unshed tears. Her gaze darted nervously to Cardi’s limp form.

"She… she’s clearly your bitch. Just like me." A tremor ran through her. "No matter what happens… please. Don’t cast me aside."

The plea was raw, scraping the air. I gripped her hair tighter, forcing her head back to look directly at me. Her vulnerability was intoxicating.

"Cast you aside?" My chuckle vibrated low in my chest, predatory.

"My Sweet little slut," I murmured, thumb tracing the frantic flutter beneath her jaw. "You think you decide when you’re discarded?"

Her breath hitched. "No, Master. I—"

I didn’t let her finish. With a sharp tug on her hair, I shoved my still-hard cock back against her lips.

"Schlkkk." The wet sound echoed as she gasped, taking me deep instantly. Her throat convulsed violently around me, a desperate hrrk-glrk that vibrated through my shaft. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks now, mingling with the mess already slicking her chin.

"Listen closely," I growled, pushing deeper until her nose pressed hot against my pelvis. She gagged, eyes bulging.

"Your worth," I emphasized each word by grinding against the roof of her mouth, "is measured in obedience. In how prettily you choke on my cock." Her choked whimper was muffled, wet.

"Cardi?" I glanced dismissively at the limp figure beside us. Drool glistened on Cardi’s parted lips, her breath shallow.

"She served her purpose tonight…. Filled a hole full of my cum…." My gaze snapped back to Riana. "You’re another fill for me…."

Her nostrils flared, sucking air through her nose. I eased back slightly, letting her pull off with a ragged gasp and a thick pop. Strings of saliva snapped from her lips to my crown.

"Show me," I commanded, voice like cracked ice. "Show me you understand what keeps you here…. On your knees…. Right now…"

Riana shuddered. Her hands, still trembling, rose to cradle my balls. Her touch was icy against the heat radiating from my skin. Then, with a whimper that sounded almost like relief, she lowered her head again. Not tentative now. Ravenous.

Her tongue lashed flat and broad against my base, slurrrping upward in one long, filthy stroke that dragged cum and her own tears along my shaft. She moaned around me, the sound vibrating—mmmmph—as she engulfed me whole, burying her face in my pubic hair. Her throat opened, swallowing convulsively around the head.

“Glll-uck. Glll-uck”. It was messy, brutal, punctuated by wet snuffles and choked breaths. Her fingernails dug into my thighs.

"That’s it," I hissed, thrusting shallowly into that tight, wet heat. Her gag reflex kicked hard—Huuuurk!—but she clung, swallowing frantically. Tears dripped onto my skin. Plip. Plip.

"Take it. Earn it." I watched her struggle, the frantic bobbing of her head, the obscene glisten of spit and spend coating her flushed cheeks. Behind her, Cardi’s reflection in the towering window slept on, oblivious. The city lights outside blurred into streaks of amber and white through the condensation-streaked glass.

Suddenly, Riana pulled back violently, gasping, a thick strand of saliva snapping from her lower lip. Her chest heaved. "Master…" she rasped, voice shredded raw.

"Please… mark me? Like you marked her?" Her tear-filled eyes darted again to Cardi’s glistening thighs.

"So… so everyone knows I’m yours? Even… even if you throw me away later?" The plea was raw, desperate—a bargain struck in fear.

A slow smile spread across my face. I stroked her damp cheek, smearing tears and spit.

"Clever girl." My thumb pressed against her swollen bottom lip.

"Open." Her jaw dropped obediently, trembling.

"More." She strained, lips stretched obscenely. Leaning forward, I spat thickly into her gaping mouth.

“Ptuh.” It landed heavy on her tongue. "Swallow it."

She choked, eyes squeezing shut, but her throat worked. “Gulp. “

"Good," I murmured, gathering her hair into a tight fist.

"Now get back to work. Clean every drop." I guided her head down.

"Lick. Show me my devoted bitch."

“AAhhhnnn~” Her desperate moan was swallowed as she drove back onto my cock, lips sealing tight.

“Schllllrp. Schllllrp Schllllrp” The sounds filled the silent suite—wet suction, ragged breathing, the slick smack of flesh against flesh—as Riana worshipped with frantic devotion, her trembling body a stark silhouette against the sleeping city and the unconscious woman beside us. Her fear, thick as the scent of sex in the air, was the sweetest perfume.

My fist tightened in Riana's hair, forcing her deeper onto my cock. Her muffled gagging intensified.

“—glll-urk! hnnngh!—” her throat stretched obscenely around my thrusts. Tears streamed freely down her flushed cheeks, mingling with spit and pre-cum slicking her chin. Each ragged inhalation through her nose sounded like a sob.

"Harder," I growled, grinding against the back of her palate. Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, but her throat muscles clenched tighter in reflex.

“Schlllk! Krrk!” The vibrations traveled straight to my balls.

"That’s it. Choke on it. Prove you deserve to breathe."

She whimpered, a wet, broken sound muffled by flesh. Her trembling hands scrambled to grip my thighs, nails digging crescent moons into my skin.

Below her frantic bobbing head, Cardi’s limp body lay like a discarded doll, my spend still glistening at her core—a taunting benchmark on the side. Riana’s gaze flickered toward it again, raw envy flashing through her tear-blurred eyes even as she struggled to take me deeper, Huuuurk!. I laughed, low and cruel, pulling her head back just enough to let her gasp.

"Jealous of a used hole?" Her mouth gaped, spit-slick lips trembling.

"Pathetic." With brutal suddenness, I slammed forward.

“Thump. PAH!” Her nose crushed against my pelvis. Her throat opened in a violent spasm—GLRK!—and she swallowed convulsively around the head. Drool dripped onto my balls. Drip. Drip.

"Keep. It. Tight." I punctuated each word with a short, punishing thrust.

Her gagging turned rhythmic—uck-uck-uck—a wet, choking metronome. Her tears fell faster now, dripping onto my thighs.

"You want my cum?" I snarled, watching her struggle. "Beg for it."

She pulled back violently, gasping, strings of saliva snapping. "Please, Master!" she rasped, voice shredded.

"Fuck my throat! Fill it! I need—hnng—need you to ruin me!" Her chest heaved. "Make me yours! Please!"

The raw desperation ignited something primal in me.

"Open your throat bitch." My command cracked like a whip. She obeyed instantly, jaw straining wide, tongue flat and trembling.

"Wider, bitch." She whimpered but pushed her jaw until tendons stood out in her neck. I gripped the base of my cock, thick and purpling, and guided it past her lips. Not slowly. Not gently. Shunk. Straight to the hilt.

Her eyes flew wide—shock, pain, ecstasy warring in her tear-filled gaze. A strangled MMMPH! vibrated against my shaft. Then I started fucking her mouth in earnest. Deep, piston-hard strokes that battered her throat.

“Thump-thump-thump.” Each thrust forced a wet gag—Guh! Guh! Guh!—as her head snapped forward and back like a puppet’s. Saliva sprayed with every withdrawal. Splat. Splat.

Her hands scrabbled weakly at my hips before falling limp at her sides. Total surrender. Her throat muscles fluttered wildly around me, milking my length with involuntary spasms.

Clench. Release. Clench. I watched her face—flushed crimson, eyes rolling back until only the whites showed, tears and snot mingling with the mess on her chin. Beautifully broken.

"Swallow!" I roared, slamming home one final time. Her throat convulsed—GULP!—as I pulsed thick ropes deep into her gullet. “Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.”

She choked but forced it down, throat working desperately. “Glug. Glug. Glug.”

Finally, I pulled out with a slick schlorp. She collapsed forward onto her hands, coughing violently—koff! koff!—strings of thick cum and spit dangling from her lips. Her entire body trembled.

"Th-thank you, Master," she gasped between ragged breaths, pressing her forehead to the carpet. "Thank you for ruining me."

I stood, towering over her shaking form. Below her, a small puddle of drool and tears darkened the rug.

My shadow swallowed her as I stepped over her trembling form. Cardi’s soft snores filled the silence between Riana’s wet, ragged coughs. The city lights painted cold stripes across her bare back.

"Look at me."

Her head jerked up, tear-streaked face glistening. Thick ropes of cum still clung to her chin. I gripped my softening cock, slick with her spit and tears.

"Lick it clean. Every drop."

“Yes, Master… Schlllp!!!” She scrambled forward on her knees, desperate. Her tongue dragged up the underside, trembling but thorough.

“Lick. Lick…♥Suck”. The sound echoed like a prayer in the stillness. When she reached the head, she sealed her lips around it—pop—sucking hard.

“Gluck. Glug. Glug... Glug!” Her hollowed cheeks pulsed as she swallowed the last traces.

"Good bitch," I murmured, stroking her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut at the praise.

Then I grabbed the back of her neck, fingers digging in. "Now the balls."

She froze. "M-Master?"

"You heard me." I shoved her face down. "Worship them. Get me ready again."

“Yes, Master~ Sniff” she nuzzled into my groin. The musky scent hit her first—thick, animal, layered with sweat and sex. A low whimper escaped her.

“Mmmph.” Her nose pressed into the coarse hair as she inhaled deeper. "God, they smell… strong," she breathed, voice thick.

"Taste them." I ordered.

Her tongue darted out—a shy flick against my left sack. Lick. The skin tightened. Another lick, longer this time. Schlep. She moaned, the vibration humming against my flesh. "So heavy, Master..." Her hands cupped them gently, weighing the full warmth. "Big… like ripe fruit."

"Suck on it, Riana.".

She obeyed instantly. Lips sealed around one testicle, drawing it into her mouth. Schlurp. Her cheeks hollowed, sucking hard.

“Sluuuuck. Slurp!? Suck…” A shudder ran through her as she worked it, tongue swirling.

“Fwip. Fwip.” When she released it with a wet pop, it glistened under the dim light.

"Harder."

She took the other one greedily, sucking like she was starving. Schlork! Her teeth grazed lightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make me hiss.

"Fuck, yes..." Her eyes rolled back as she worshipped, drunk on the musk. I felt her hips grind against nothing, her arousal soaking the carpet beneath her knees.

"Getting wet just from this, slut?"

She pulled off, panting. "Y-yes, Master. They’re so full… heavy in my mouth..." Her tongue lapped at the seam between them. Lllick.

"Smell makes me dizzy..." She buried her face deeper, nuzzling, inhaling. " Hnnngh! Please… let me make you hard again?"

My cock twitched against her cheek. Already thickening. "That’s your job. Work."

“Squish. Schlup.” She whimpered with need and dove back down, sucking one ball while her hand massaged the other.

“Shlick. Shlick. “ Her free hand stroked my shaft—slow, slick pulls.

"I’m Gonna taste your cum again soon," she mumbled against my skin. "This bitch is Gonna swallow every drop..."

Cardi stirred on the sofa, murmuring in her sleep. Riana’s eyes snapped open, wide with panic. Her mouth froze.

I yanked her hair. "Did I say stop?"

“Schluppp!SchlupppSchluppp “ She took me deep, balls and all, choking as her nose crushed into my pelvis. Hrrrk! Tears welled, but her throat clenched tighter.

“Glrk. Glrk! GUK!! GUK!! ” The sudden shift in her rhythm—that moment of hesitation—ignited a white-hot fury in my gut.

“Huuuhhh..”. Before she could blink, I shoved her face back down. Not onto my cock. Deeper.

“SCHLUUUPPP!PAH!!“

Her lips stretched obscenely around the base of my shaft, engulfing balls and all. Her nose crushed into my pelvis, bone against bone. A strangled, wet HRRRK! exploded from her throat, vibrating through my balls. Tears burst from her squeezed-shut eyes, streaking down her flushed cheeks. Her throat convulsed wildly, muscles fluttering in panic against the intrusion.

“GLRK-GLRK-GLRK!” It wasn’t sucking anymore. It was drowning. I held her there, pinned, grinding my hips slowly against her face. The wet, gagging symphony filled the suite—urk-uck-hnnngh—punctuated by the frantic slap of her hands against my thighs. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only choke.

Cardi shifted again on the sofa, letting out a soft, contented sigh. "Mmm... yeah..." Her hand drifted lazily down to her own glistening thigh, fingers brushing the mess I’d left there.

Riana’s eyes flew wide open, locking onto that movement. Raw, terrified envy flashed through the tears. It flickered for a split second before drowning in suffocating panic. Her fingers clawed desperately at my hips, nails biting deep. Scritch-scratch.

"Eyes. On. Me," I growled the command low, thrusting shallowly, making her throat swallow around the thick intrusion.

“Schllk. Schllk. That cunt’s asleep. Dreaming of my cock. You? You’re awake. Choking on it. Which is better, bitch?"

She tried to whimper. It came out a wet gurgle. Glll-uhhh...

"Answer." I pulled back just enough to free her mouth. Air rushed into her lungs with a desperate, whistling WHEEEEZE. Strings of thick saliva swung from my balls to her lips. Her chest heaved.

"M-Me, Master!" she rasped, voice shredded raw. "Better... to... choke..." A violent cough racked her. “Koff-koff! Better... awake... hurts... on choking on your balls~"

"Good girl," I purred, stroking her tear-slick cheek. The praise made her shudder violently, a fresh wave of tears spilling over.

"Now finish what you started." I guided her mouth back onto my shaft, not the balls this time. Just the thick, slick length. "Suck me hard again. Make me forget she exists."

Riana whimpered, but obeyed instantly. Her lips sealed tight around me. Schlup. Her hollowed cheeks pulsed as she sucked with frantic, desperate hunger.

“Schluuurp. Slurp.” Her tongue lashed against the underside like a frantic serpent.

“Fwip-fwip-fwip!” Drool dripped freely from her chin onto the carpet.

Her eyes never left mine now. Submerged in terror, she’d found pure, animal focus. Every slurp, every swallow, every trembling breath was an offering. A plea carved in wet sound and salt tears.

“Schlllk... gulp... hnnngh...” Behind her, reflected in the dark glass, Cardi’s fingers traced lazy circles around her own clit, lost in sleep-fogged pleasure.

Her lips curved in a faint smile. "Fuck... yes..." she murmured.

Riana saw it. Her rhythm stuttered for a microsecond, a tiny hitch in her suction. Then, with a desperate, muffled moan—MMMMMPH!—she plunged deeper, bobbing faster, harder, swallowing me to the root again and again.

“Thump-thump-thump!” The wet smack of her lips meeting my pelvis echoed Cardi’s soft sighs.

“Guhk… guhk…” The sounds were filthy—wet, rhythmic gulps broken by choked breaths through her nose. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering like captive moths. She didn’t just take it; she devoured it, hollowing her cheeks with desperate suction, her tongue writhing beneath me.

“Schlllp… uurghh… slurp…” Her hands, fists clenched on her thighs, trembled violently.

The pressure coiled hot and low in my gut. My hips snapped forward, forcing another gag from her.

“Gack! COUGH!! COUGH!!” Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, but her throat stayed taut, welcoming. The urge to flood that greedy gullet was almost unbearable—but not yet.

With a grunt, I withdrew abruptly, slick and glistening. Riana gasped, coughing, a silver thread of spit still tethering her swollen lips to me. Before she could recover, I hooked my hands under her arms—Hup!—heaving her onto the bed like a discarded doll. She bounced against the silk pillows, chest heaving, lips bruise-dark.

“Legs. Open. Now.” The words cracked the air like a whip. She obeyed, thighs falling apart, exposing slick, flushed skin. Her hips lifted shamelessly, offering herself. Shame and hunger warred in her blown-wide pupils.

“Please…” she rasped, wrecked. “Please… fuck me.”

“Louder.” My palm struck her breast—crack!—the sharp slap reverberating off marble. A crimson handprint bloomed instantly. On the sofa, Cardi mumbled, shifting in sleep. Riana whimpered, but her voice clawed higher, desperate.

“FUCK ME! PLEASE, BREED ME! FILL ME UP!” The plea tore through the suite, raw and jagged.

That was the sound I craved: surrender. Ownership.

“THWUMP!” I sheathed myself inside her in one brutal stroke. No finesse—just conquest. Her spine arched off the bed, a scream shredding from her throat—half agony, half rapture. Her walls clenched like a vice, squelching around me, frantic.

“Schlllick… squelch…” The filthy chorus drowned out Cardi’s snores.

”THUMP-thump-thump… “ I set a merciless pace, pinning her hips, each thrust jolting her body upward.

“Slap-slap-slap—” flesh meeting flesh. Her cries splintered into gasps and broken yelps.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Her fingers tore at the sheets, eyes glazed, her very atoms vibrating with submission.

Cardi snored on, oblivious. The only witnesses were the gilded walls and the girl beneath me, shattered beyond speech. Her womb wasn’t a target—it was an altar, and I was its ruthless deity.

“Thump… Squelch… Ahhh! “The rhythm hammered into her until her back bowed violently, a silent scream collapsing into a shattered sob.

“YEEESSSS!” The word ripped from her like a seismic crack.

Her inner muscles spasmed, squelching greedily, milking me deeper.

“Thud-thud-THUMP!” Each thrust punched the air from her lungs. “

Hah! Huh! Ah!”

“Whose cunt is this?” I snarled, fisting her hair, wrenching her face to mine. Tears streaked her cheeks, her pupils eaten by black hunger.

“Y-yours! Master!!!”

“Louder.” I ground against her cervix. SCHLICK!

“YOURS! BREED IT! RUIN ME!” Her scream detonated the coil in my gut. My roar shook the penthouse—

“RRRAAAAAGH!— THUUUUD!” as I plunged one last time. Thick bursts flooded her,

“Splurt-splurt-SPLURT!” each pulse wrenched from my spine.

“Ooh-Ooooohhhhhh~♥♥Glllrrrrgghh... “Riana’s body locked, a keening wail tearing free as her walls squelched in frantic ripples.

“Clench-squelch... clench-squelch...”

I stayed buried, grinding slow circles as she spasmed, my release pooling hot inside her. Finally, I pulled free with a wet schlop, strands snapping between us. She collapsed, gasping, a sticky mess beneath her.

I nudged my slick cock against her bruised mouth. “Clean it. Every drop you wasted stains my sheets.”

“Y…yessh, Master…” Her eyelids fluttered weakly, but her mouth opened instantly, obedient. Her tongue snaked out, tentative at first, lapping tentatively at the tip.

“Lap... slurp...”. Then, with a low moan, she took me back into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks weakly.

“Schlllp... gulp...” Her movements were exhausted, clumsy, but utterly submissive, cleaning me with trembling devotion.

“Schlllp... gulp... Master cum, is all Mine….schlllp... gulp...” Riana cleaning me was the only sound at the moment.

“Huh?” Cardi B was awake, her sequined gown whispering against the carpet as she padded over barefoot. She didn’t say a word. Just pressed her naked body flush against my spine, her arms snaking around my waist, fingers splaying possessively over my abs. Her tits mashed into my sweat-slick skin, nipples hard as pebbles. I kept thrusting shallowly into Riana’s mouth, my hand fisted in her hair.

"Enjoying the show?" I growled over my shoulder.

Cardi chuckled, low and husky.

"Fuck yeah. She looks ruined." Her hand slid lower, nails scraping down my thigh before cupping my balls, squeezing gently. "Still hard? Damn, Papi…. You’re Insatiable."

“HMMM??!!!” Riana whimpered around my cock, eyes darting sideways. Panic flashed in them—seeing Cardi awake, pressed against me, touching me. Her sucking faltered. Glrk. A choked gag.

I yanked her head back by her hair. "Did I say stop?"

"Ahhh! N-no, Master!!" she rasped, spit slicking her chin.

"Then keep sucking," I shoved back into her throat.

“Schlllk!” Deep. Unforgiving. Her eyes watered, but she sucked obediently. “Gulp-gulp-gulp.”

Cardi’s laugh was dark velvet. "Aw, look at her tremble. Scared I’ll steal her Master?".

Her fingers trailed lower, tracing my taint. "Flip her over. I wanna watch you wreck that ass while she screams, Papi~"

My grip tightened on Riana’s hair. "You heard her… On all fours. Now, Riana…"

“Yes, Master…” Riana scrambled, limbs shaky, collapsing onto her elbows and knees. Her ass was still red from earlier slaps, glistening with sweat and slick. Perfect.

I knelt behind her, lining up. No prep. No mercy. Just the blunt head of my cock pressing against her tight hole.

She gasped. "Master—!"

“WHAMMM!!!! “I drove in again. One brutal thrust.

“AAAHHHNNN!!!!!!” She screamed—raw, shredded.

"FUCK!" Her back bowed like a broken bridge, knuckles white on the sheets.

“Squeeeeelch!!!!!” The sound was obscene, wet and tight.

Cardi knelt beside us, one hand braced on Riana’s trembling shoulder, the other sliding between her own thighs.

“Ohhh, shit. Look at that grip," she purred, rubbing slow circles on her clit. “Schlick-schlick. Fuck her harder. Make her feel it… fuck her womb raw! Papi!!".

“That’s it, Slut… grip my cock hard!” I pistoned into Riana, each slam jolting her forward.

“Thud-thud-THUMP!” Her ass cheeks rippled. Sweat flew all over the place along with her cum.

"Ah! Ah! AH!" Riana cries pitched higher than ever.

"He’s splitting you open, bitch. I thought you were different…." Cardi leaned close to Riana’s ear.

"Turns out you’re my Papi, little slut, aren’t you?" Her fingers dug into Riana’s shoulder

Riana sobbed, nodding frantically. "Y-yes! I-am!—!"

"Louder!" Cardi snarled.

"YES! I AM MY MASTER SLUT!!!!" Riana shrieked, voice cracking.

Cardi grinned, wild and feral. Then she locked eyes with me. "Bend over, Papi! I wanna taste you while you wreck her."

Still pounding Riana’s ass—thump-squelch-thump—I arched my back.

Cardi didn’t hesitate. She ducked behind me, hands spreading my cheeks. Her tongue licked a hot, wet stripe up my taint.

“Schllurp. Slurp. Lick, lick” Then zeroed in on my hole.

“Ppbbtt. Flllck. Schllrp.” A soft, wet press of her lips. Then her tongue probed—insistent, swirling.

“AH AH AH!! I LOVE YOUR GIANT COCK MASTERRR!!!” Riana shuddered beneath me, moaning brokenly as Cardi’s tongue worked me open.

“Flick-flick-schllurp.” The dual sensation—Riana’s ass clenching like a vise around my cock, Cardi’s mouth hot and wet on my hole—drove me wild. My thrusts turned savage.

“SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!” Skin on skin. Riana’s screams dissolved into wordless, guttural wails.

"Nnngh! Hahhh! G-gonna—! Come," I gritted out, hips pistoning. "I’m gonna fill your womb now RIANA!!!."

Riana choked,

"M-Master—! Squeeze-squelch-SQUEEZE!" Her body coiled like a spring, back arching violently as her ass clenched around me in desperate spasms.

“—NNNGGHAAAA!—” A raw, guttural wail tore from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her, shaking her so hard the bed frame rattled. Clank-clank-clank!

“Schllurp-flllck-SCHLORP!” Cardi’s tongue plunged deeper into my asshole, swirling and sucking with filthy, wet hunger. Her moans vibrated against my skin.

"Fuck yeah… taste you both…" she mumbled, her fingers digging into my ass cheeks.

The dual pressure—Riana’s convulsing heat strangling my cock, Cardi’s mouth devouring my hole—detonated the last shred of control.

"RRRAGH!" My roar shook the penthouse. I slammed balls-deep into Riana’s ass and unleashed. Thick, hot ropes shot deep inside her clenching channel.

“SPLURT-SPLURT-SPLURT!” Each pulse flooded her womb as she shuddered and whimpered,

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! T-too much… Sir… you’re filling me up!!!"

“Schlllp-glug-SCHLLRP!” Cardi didn’t let up. Her tongue lapped frantically at my taint, slurping up the mix of sweat and Riana’s juice dripping down my thighs.

"Take it all, bitch," she ordered Riana, her voice muffled against my skin. "Every fucking drop… inside your womb."

“Y…yess~ Clench… squelch…” Riana nodded weakly, tears streaking her cheeks, but obediently clamped down, milking me with weak aftershocks.

“POP,” I finally pulled out with a wet, sucking leaving Riana collapsed and gasping, her asshole glistening white.

"Clean him. Now." Cardi instantly crawled forward, shoving Riana’s face into the mess.

“Mh, mmh… Chururururu…Lap… slurp… gulp…” Riana’s tongue darted out, trembling but earnest, licking my softening cock clean.

Cardi rose, straddling my lap, her wet pussy grinding against my stomach. She grabbed my jaw, forcing my eyes to hers.

"My turn," she breathed, her voice dripping with hunger. "Fuck me like you hate me…. Hard as fuck, Papi~."

"Gladly." I flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head.

“THWUMP!” And drove into her soaked cunt in one vicious thrust.

"FUUUUUUCK!" Cardi’s scream wasn’t delicate—it was a guttural ripped from her throat as I buried myself to the hilt. Her cunt was a furnace, slick and greedy, clenching around me like a wet fist the second I slammed home.

“SCHLICK! PAH! PAH! PAH!!” The sound echoed off the marble walls, louder than Riana’s ragged breathing beside us.

"¡Coño! Right there, Papi! DAME!" Cardi bucked under me, heels digging into my lower back. Her sequined gown was shoved up around her waist, breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust.

“Slap-slap-SLAP!” Her eyes burned, fierce and demanding—nothing like Riana’s dazed surrender.

"Harder! Más rápido! Fuck me like you mean it!"

I obliged. Hips pistoning, I hammered into her, each drive lifting her ass off the silk sheets. Her pussy sucked at me, squelching obscenely.

"Mean it?" I snarled, wrapping a hand around her throat. Not choking—claiming. "I’ll fucking ruin you."

“AHH! AH! AH!” Her moan was sharp, breathless.

"Sí! Ruin me! Break this pussy!" She rolled her hips up to meet me, grinding her clit against my pubic bone.

“Grind-squelch-THUMP! Make me scream louder than esa perra!" She jerked her chin toward Riana, who lay trembling on her side, eyes half-lidded, cum leaking from her gaping asshole onto the sheets.

Riana whimpered, flinching at Cardi’s words. "N-no… Master…"

Cardi’s grin turned vicious. She grabbed Riana’s hair, yanking her closer until their faces were inches apart.

"Watch, puta," she hissed, breath hot.

"Watch how a real woman takes this dick." Riana’s eyes widened, transfixed, as Cardi slammed her hips back against me.

“SMACK!! See this?" Cardi shoved Riana’s hand between her own thighs, forcing her fingers into her dripping cunt. “Squelch!!! Feel how wet he makes me? How deep he fills me?"

Riana’s fingers curled instinctively, stroking Cardi’s inner walls as I fucked her.

“Finger-schlick-thrust-SQUELCH.” A broken moan escaped Riana. "Shit…"

"Sí, dios!" Cardi gasped, arching as I pounded her cervix.

“THUD-THUD-THUMP! His cock’s a religión, bitch! Worship it!" She shoved Riana’s head down, pressing her face against my pounding hips.

"Suck his balls. Lame! Now!" Riana obeyed instantly. Her tongue flicked over my sac, then took one ball into her mouth.

“Schlllp…” Gentle, worshipful sucks while her eyes stared up, dazed, at where our bodies joined.

“Lap… suck…” The double sensation—Cardi’s cunt milking my shaft, Riana’s mouth hot on my balls—drove me fucking wild.

"¡ASÍ! clench-squelch-clench," Cardi shrieked, her thighs clamping around me like vises. Her pussy fluttered violently, drenching my thighs.

"¡ME CORRO! Fuck! FUCK!" Her orgasm ripped through her, back bowing off the bed— Then her scream tore through the penthouse—raw, primal, shredding the air like ripped silk.

"Fuck!" Cardi gasped, bucking wildly. "Don’t stop—DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP! PAPI!!!" Her hips slammed up to meet my thrusts, grinding her clit against me. “Grind-squelch-THUMP! Breed this cunt PAPI!! Fill it! ¡LLÉNAME!"

I flipped her onto her back. Her legs flew up instinctively, wrapping around my waist as I positioned myself. No gentleness. No preamble. Just brutal, piston-like penetration. THUD. My hips slammed home, burying myself to the hilt in one savage thrust. Her back arched off the bed, a scream ripped from her lungs

“OHHHHHH GODDDDD!" raw, primal.

"That's it," I snarled, beginning a relentless rhythm, short, hard strokes designed to bruise, to claim her body.

“Thump-thump-thump.” The bedframe groaned in protest against the wall. Every thrust punched the air from her lungs in sharp, gasping cries.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" My hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, forcing her deeper onto me, lifting her hips clear off the mattress. The mating press—no escape, total vulnerability. I watched her face contort, pleasure and overwhelm painting every feature.

"Who owns this tight, greedy cunt?" I demanded, each word punctuated by a deep, grinding thrust that made her shriek. "Huh? Tell me!"

"You!" she wailed, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "You do!"

"Louder!" I slapped her thigh sharply. SLAP!

"YOU OWN IT! YOU OWN ME!" Her voice cracked. Her body trembled violently beneath mine, her inner muscles clamping down like a vise with every inward stroke. Squeeze.

I leaned down, my sweat dripping onto her chest. My teeth found her nipple again, biting down hard enough to make her sob. "Nnngh!"

"And this womb?" I growled against her skin, my thrusts becoming deeper, slower, more deliberate, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each powerful surge. "Who fills it? Who breeds it?"

"YOU!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, her hands clawing at my back. "Only you! Put it... deep! Breed me!"

"Damn right I breed it," I snarled, grinding my pelvis hard into hers.

“Squelch-squelch.” The sound was obscene, thick with how wet she was, how stretched she was taking me. I could feel her clenching, those tight inner muscles fluttering desperately around my cock, how her womb desperately clinging onto my cock.

"This tight little hole was made for my cock. To take my seed. Say it!"

"Made... for... your cock!" she gasped between choked cries, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow.

"Ungh! Ungh! Only yours! Fuck! Feels... feels like you're splitting me open! AHHHHHAHHHHH!!!" Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, her mouth slackening as another wave crashed over her.

“Thump-thump-thump-THUD!” I didn't slow. I didn't relent. My hands slid under her ass, lifting her higher, angling her pelvis so every brutal thrust hammered directly against her cervix. Her whole body jolted with each impact.

"I’m, gonna pump you so full," I growled, the words harsh against her sweat-slicked neck.

"I’m gonna make you feel it flooding your womb… Hot. Thick. Cum of mine, PUTA!." I punctuated it with a savage bite on her shoulder, teeth sinking deep.

The sharp taste of her skin flooded my mouth. Cardi screamed, a ragged, beautiful sound torn from her gut.

"FUCK!" Blood bloomed hot and metallic on my tongue. Her body arched violently, hips pistoning against mine, forcing me even deeper.

“Squelch-squelch-THUMP.” The wet slap of skin on skin echoed around us.

"Who does this belong to?" I demanded, biting her earlobe hard. "Huh? Tell me while I wreck it!"

"YOU!" she screamed, bucking wildly beneath me.

"ONLY YOU!" Her legs trembled violently where they clamped around my waist.

"OHGODOHGOD! uh-uh-uh" " She was close. I could feel it in the frantic flutter inside her, the way her breath hitched into desperate little gasps.

I reared back, grabbing her hips, hauling her ass off the mattress completely. She hung suspended, impaled, her weight resting solely on my cock buried deep inside her.

"Nnnnngh! Ngh♥ Ughh♥ Hnghh♥ Hiiik♥" she whimpered, her back arched impossibly, breasts heaving.

"GAH!" She choked, eyes wide with shock and overwhelming sensation.

"Look at me!" I roared, driving up into her suspended body with short, jackhammer thrusts.

“Thumpthumpthump-THUD! Look at me while I fill you!"

"Y..yes Papi! Yes... please... I Fill me up!" she sobbed, her voice breaking. Her terrified, ecstatic eyes snapped to mine. Pupils blown black, drowning in submission.

"Yes, I will!!!," I snarled, relentless.

"You’ll take it. You take all of it." I slammed her hips down again, grinding deep, hard circles against her core.

“Squelch... squelch…”. The sound was filthy, undeniable. Her womb pulsed around me, desperate. "Now beg for it. Beg for my seed... Bitch!"

"PLEASE!" she shrieked, thrashing against my grip, her body a taut bowstring.

"Please, PAPI! Breed me! Fill me! Fucking BREED ME!" The raw need in her voice, the utter surrender, snapped the last thread of my control. A savage growl ripped from my chest. I crushed her hips down, pinning her completely, burying myself to the hilt. Her inner muscles clamped down in a final, desperate

“SPASM-SQUEEZE. SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!!”

"You’re MINE!" I roared.

“Spurt! Spurt… SSpppurrrtt!” My orgasm tore through me like lightning—blinding, brutal. Hot jets pulsed deep inside her, flooding her womb in thick, possessive waves.

“Gush-gush-gush”. I felt her body convulse beneath me, her scream dissolving into a choked, guttural groan as her own climax ripped through her in echoing tremors.

"NNNNNGGGGHHH! Ooh-Ooooohhhhhh~♥♥ SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!!" Her nails dug bloody furrows into my forearms. She clamped down impossibly tight, milking every last drop. Whilst she also cummed, squirting her liquid everywhere.

“He he he~” Cardi turned into a heap of sweat-slicked limbs, ragged breathing, and the thick scent of sex, blood, and utter conquest. Her head lolled against my chest, her body limp, utterly spent.

“GRIP! SQQUUEEEZZEE!!” Tiny aftershocks quivered through her hips against mine. As her womb squeezing my cock every time her chest heave.

“POP!!” I pulled out of Cardi Bee tight pussy, and laid on my back beside her.

From my vantage point, flat on my back, the high, vaulted ceiling seemed to swim. My heart was a steady, satisfied drum against my ribs, a fading echo of the frenzy that had just transpired. The cool air from the climate control kissed my overheated skin, a welcome contrast to the inferno we’d just stoked and consumed.

To my left, Cardi Bee was out cold. Properly out. Her breathing was a deep, ragged pull, each exhale a soft little sigh. Her usually vibrant, mischievous features were smoothed into an expression of utterly wrecked peace.

And her stomach… fuck. It was visibly rounded, a soft, taut dome that rose and fell with her breathing. My doing. The evidence of my claim on her was pooled deep inside, making her look beautifully, debauchedly pregnant. A map of glistening sweat and drying, pearlescent streaks painted her torso.

A slow, deliberate movement to my right drew my focus. Riana. She hadn’t passed out. Her dark eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and unwavering devotion, were fixed on me.

She had watched the entirety of Cardi’s final, shuddering capitulation, had seen me mold the fiery rapper into a pliant, mewling thing. And now, without a word of command, she was moving.

Her hand, delicate but sure, found my cock. It was flaccid, spent, resting against my thigh like a sleeping serpent. She didn’t grab it. She worshiped it. Her fingertips traced the length of it with a reverence that was almost poetic, feeling the slickness of our combined releases that coated it.

“Let me clean you, Sael,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of purpose, a need.

I granted a slow, lazy nod, my head sinking deeper into the plush pillow. “Mmhm.”

That was all the permission she needed. She bent her head, her dark hair cascading over my thigh, and her tongue flicked out for a first, tentative taste. A soft, approving hum vibrated against my skin. Then she took me into her mouth.

Not all at once. She was an artist, and this was her masterpiece. Her lips sealed around the head, and she began to suckle, gentle at first, then with growing purpose.

“Schlurp.”

The sound was lewd and intimate in the quiet room. Sensation, dulled by recent overstimulation, began to spark back to life along my nerves. I let my eyes fall shut, not watching, just feeling. The warm, wet suction of her mouth. The clever flick of her tongue tracing my veins. The slight scrape of her teeth, a danger carefully avoided.

“Schluuup. Schlurp.”

She took me deeper, her throat working, her nose pressing into my skin. Her devotion was a tangible thing, a physical force. This wasn’t about her pleasure; it was about her service. Her submission. And fuck if it wasn’t the most potent aphrodisiac in the world.

“Ughh…fuucckk~” A soft groan from my left. A shift in the mattress. I cracked an eye open.

Cardi was stirring. A low moan escaped her lips as consciousness returned, likely bringing with it the ache of well-used muscles and the profound fullness I’d left inside her. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the low light. They found me first, then drifted to Riana, whose head was still busy in my lap.

A slow, dazed smile spread across Cardi’s face. No jealousy and no hesitation. Just a raw, primal understanding of the hierarchy here. Of her place in it.

With a grunt of effort, she pushed herself onto an elbow and crawled over to my other side. Her movements were sluggish, uncoordinated, but her intent was clear.

She nuzzled my hip, planting a soft kiss there before leaning in to join Riana. There was no discussion, no coordinated plan. They just… worked together. Riana made space, and Cardi’s full, lush lips found my shaft, taking what Riana hadn’t yet claimed.

The dual sensation was incredible. Two sets of soft, eager lips. Two clever, competing tongues. A symphony of wet, sucking sounds filled the suite.

“Schlurp. Schluuup. Mmmph.”

I let my hand drop, my fingers carding through Cardi’s wild hair, then Riana’s silky strands. I gripped them, not roughly, but with a firmness that made them both moan around my flesh. The vibration traveled straight to my core.

“Look at you two,” I murmured, my voice a low, gravelly thing. “My personal cleanup crew.”

“Hmmm~” They both hummed in agreement, the sound vibrating through me.

I tightened my grip just a fraction, a subtle reminder of who was in charge. “You understand what you are, don’t you? Both of you.”

They paused their ministrations, pulling off with twin, soft pops. Their faces, glistening and beautiful, turned up to me, waiting.

“You’re my bitches,” I stated, the words flat, factual, leaving no room for ambiguity.

“My personal whores. You belong to me. This…” I gestured with my free hand at the wrecked bed, their filled bellies, their spit-slicked chins.

“…This is what you’re for.” Instead of offense, their eyes lit up.

Cardi let out a giggle, a breathy, exhausted sound. “Damn right we are.”

Riana nodded, rubbing her cheek against my thigh. “There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.”

“Good,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Then here’s your next order. I want this cock in your mouths all night. I’m going to sleep…. I want you drinking me down, whatever I give you. I want you so full of my cum that it’s sloshing in your stomachs when the sun comes up. And when I wake up,” I continued, my tone leaving no room for negotiation, “I want to feel warm mouths on me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sael,” they chorused, their voices dripping with eager submission.

They didn’t need to be told twice. They dove back down with a renewed hunger, a shared mission. The sounds resumed, softer now, more rhythmic, a lullaby of devotion.

“Schlurp… schluuup… mmm…”

I relaxed into the sensation, into the absolute certainty of my control. The feel of their devoted mouths, the sound of their gentle sucks, the sight of their blissful obedience—it was the perfect anchor for my consciousness. I let the world fade away, drifting into a deep, contented sleep, my two beautiful diamonds polishing their master’s crown jewels.

The first thing I was aware of was warmth. A profound, engulfing, velvety warmth. And pressure. Consciousness returned not with a jolt, but as a slow, rising tide of sensation. I kept my eyes closed, decoding the messages my body was sending.

My morning wood was raging, a hard, throbbing pillar of need. And it was buried to the hilt in a incredibly skilled, tight throat. I could feel the gentle, involuntary constriction of a swallow around the head.

“Ughk…GUK! KUH!!” A soft, choked gag, immediately controlled. The owner of that throat didn’t pull away; she pushed deeper, accepting the intrusion, mastering her own reflex to please me.

“Mmmm~ Slllrrppp!!” To my right, another source of warmth. A softer, wetter heat enveloped my balls. Not just sucking, but a gentle, rolling massage. A tongue lapped and swirled around the sensitive skin, and I could feel the delicate suction of a mouth holding my sac.

I finally opened my eyes.

The morning sun was now streaming through the windows, painting everything in gold. The scene was exactly as I’d commanded.

“Glllk… ughk…” Riana was on my left, her body curled gracefully. Her head was bobbed gently in my lap, her nose buried in my pubic bone. She had taken my entire length down her throat, her eyes closed in a meditative state of focus. Each slight movement of my hips elicited a wet, guttural sound from her.

Cardi was on my right, her face nestled in the junction of my thigh. Her full attention was on my balls, drawing one then the other into the heated cavern of her mouth, lavishing them with her tongue.

“Schlurp. Mmmph.” She looked up at me through her long lashes, and seeing I was awake, her eyes crinkled into a smile around her mouthful.

They’d obeyed. All night. The evidence was in the slight, pleased wince on Riana’s face as she shifted, the faint, milky trace at the corner of Cardi’s mouth. They were full. They were devoted. They were perfect.

“Morning, My bitches,” I rasped, my voice thick with sleep.

They both hummed in response, the vibrations shooting sparks of pleasure up my spine.

I didn’t need to touch them. I didn’t need to thrust. I just lay there, propped on my elbows, watching them work. Watching them serve. The building pressure in my groin was intense, a coiling spring after a night of being tended to. The obscene, wet sounds of their mouths, the sight of their complete submission—it was all too much.

“You’ve been good,” I grunted. “So good… Now drink it, both of you... Your prized breakfast.” That was all the warning I gave. My back arched off the bed as the orgasm ripped through me, powerful and deep.

“Gulp. Gulp. Guh-ulp!” Riana felt it first, the pulsing eruption in her throat. Her eyes flew open, wide for a second, then slid shut in ecstasy as she swallowed desperately.

I pulled my hips back, sliding my slick length from her throat, and aimed the remaining pulses straight into Cardi’s waiting, open mouth. She stuck her tongue out, eager, taking each hot jet across her face and lips.

“Splurt. Splurt. Spluuurt.”

I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily, spent all over again. They stayed where they were, cleaning me with slow, final, devoted laps of their tongues until I was utterly spotless.

“Hah~ that was great,” I sighed, a contented, kingly sound.

“Alright. You’ve earned your rest. Go to Sleep... both of you…” I gently pushed their heads away. They didn’t need to be told twice.

“Thank you, Sael~” They collapsed onto the sheets beside me, curled into each other like spoons, their stomachs softly gurgling, bursting so full of my cum, that I kept feeding them all night, it looked like they were pregnant for months.

Their expressions one of sated, utterly exhausted bliss.

They were asleep before I even swung my legs off the bed. The cool tiles of the shower floor were a shock against my soles. As the hot water cascaded over me, washing away the last remnants of the night, I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped me. Building an empire was work. A brutal, cutthroat game. But this… this was the perk that made it all worthwhile. And damn, was it a good one.