Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Part 4

Walking up the stairs is surreal, hearing the moans and sighs of desire from below while the heat rises near the top of the building. The scent is something else up here – thick and heavy. This isn’t just the work of a morning’s sweaty fumble – these beautiful girls have been at this for hours, possibly all night. Perfume mixed with desire and sweat – soft and sweet.

Petra is waiting, stood at the mezzanine balcony watching the two girls writhing and moaning below. A tiny yellow vest hangs off her gorgeous tits, every swell on show. She’s wearing that grey Calvin Klein thong again too, thick thighs and wide buttocks perfectly framed by the gentle curve of the fabric before it disappears between heavy cheeks…

She looks over her shoulder when she hears me approach from behind, her dark eyes fixed on my exposed cock – a look of deep hunger passing across her features.

“Are you ready?” I ask. “There’s no going back now - you realize that, right?”

“I’ve known that for days, John.” She replies with a heated sigh. “I haven’t been able to sleep, haven’t been able to eat. All I’m able to think about is you inside my body. I’ve been using these two for hours, trying to fill that need, but…. Nothing works. It has to be you.”

Naked, I approach her from behind, stood so close I can feel the heat coming off the backs of her thighs… but she doesn’t move from where she’s leaning against the railing, breathing harder as she turns her head to look at me. She gives a little moan but stays still as I hold her hips and gently press my hard cock against the fulness of her ass. Parting her lips, Petra stares at me with heavy eyes before pushing back against me. I inhale deeply, enjoying the luxurious scent drifting up from her thick dark hair.

“Please... Please don’t make me wait any longer...” She whispers.

Teasing her thong from the raging wet heat of her slit, I barely give her time to brace against the rail before I slide my thick, veiny cock inside her. The feeling is incredible – a softly pulsing inferno with a river of molten lust that dribbles down her thigh when I push inside. I fuck her with long strokes, one arm wrapped tight around her belly while the other holds the rail to support us. Each thrust driving the air from her lungs - she’s begging me to go harder.

Dragging her vest down, I grab at her huge tits bouncing below. Each time I pinch her nipples she howls and wails for more. I grab her hair, arch her back onto me until I feel the tip of my cock  wedged firm against her limits. Petra’s strangled grunts and gasped ‘yes’ telling me how much she likes it, so I give her more, pounding against the back of her thighs, feeling my balls slap wetly against her firm clit.

Her orgasm is desperate, a single shriek, then deep, strangled cries of pleasure as I continue to hammer away while she cums. The shaking is delicious – rolling up from her knees in waves. She can’t control it, perfect fat ass shuddering and jiggling while she creams her sweet juices over my already soaked dick.

The pair below are taking in the view, eyes fixed on the beautiful girl cumming on my cock. I’m enjoying having an audience. Happy to give them a show…

Petra finally finds the strength in her legs to try and stand unassisted… But instead of helping her to straighten, I grip her wide hips and bend her over further, hard thrusts forcing her to grip the railing for support. I force her lower, smiling as she groans and presses her knees together in an awkward squat that pushes her big ass back deliciously.

Everything spread open before my eyes – Petra’s grey thong now dark  and glistening with wetness where it’s pulled tight aside her slicked little hole, creamy lust running out of her pussy and along the length of her perfectly waxed slit. Her asshole looks amazing, puckered tight but winking and pulsing with the contractions I can feel from her quivering pussy... I’ve never wanted to eat a girl’s ass so badly.

I can feel her tensing again, thighs twitching and the walls of her tight little cunt gripping and clenching me deep inside. I lick my thumb before rolling it over her pretty crimped asshole, pushing just enough to feel it spread gently against the pad of my thumb. Blended with the deep dicking she’s taking, the sensation’s enough to tip her over the edge once more, and Petra slumps in my grip as she loses control, moaning like a wounded animal while she cums again.

I let her collapse forward against the railing, groaning with satisfaction at the sight of her gorgeous full tits pressed up painfully against the bars – pale soft flesh bulging and squeezed between the black wrought iron. I pull out while she’s panting and trying to regain control of her motor functions, taking the opportunity to stand back and appreciate my complete control over her body.

Below us, the French pair are both watching, laid back on the large couch, fingers circling in the mess between their legs.

“Do you want them, John?” Petra’s husky voice drifts up from where she’s trying to pull herself up off the floor. “They’ll do whatever you want.”

“What about you?”

She stands, unsteady on shaking knees but drawing herself up to full height – still barely level with my shoulder. Stepping close, she holds me against her stunning body, reaching down to stroke my cock while she looks up at me earnestly. She’s beautiful... Those plump lips and dark eyes making my head spin.

“I’m yours, John. Truly. I’m whatever, whoever you want me to be. Treat me like a princess, treat me like a whore, a toy – I don’t fucking care. I just need you.” Her words give me a chill – I’ve never seen the effects of this thing up close.

She looks feverish, sick – her desperate trembling against me feeling like it’s rooted in something defective rather than the aftershocks of pleasure. I want to enjoy this, believe in it – somehow believe it’s truly me she wants…. But it feels unnatural. I know it’s my curse that’s in command of her now – the girls downstairs too…

It should still be light outside, but there’s no daylight streaming in through the windows. Instead, there’s only a sickly purple glow that pulses and throbs behind the leaded glass of the castle’s gatehouse. No details visible beyond, just a hazy mist all around the old stone walls.

This is different. This feels like something else now. Something powerful in its own right.

A becoming of sorts…

I should stop this… Shouldn’t I? Petra’s feels so good against me though, stripped nude now, kissing over my chest while I watch. Full lips teasing with hot, wet pressure while her slender fingers grip my rigid, aching cock…

Any conflict in me evaporates when she pulls me down to her lips, kissing me passionately, searching for my tongue. Jerking my cock against the underside of her heavy tits, my pre cum and her juices leaving a silvery trail as she strokes the weeping tip of my dick against her nipple... My pulse is pounding when she pulls away.

“Tell them to come up here.” I instruct her breathlessly. “I want to watch them make you cum.”

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What follows is one of the most depraved acts I’ve ever borne witness to – Caligulan, truly beyond anything conjured in even my wildest fantasies.

Naked on the bed, Petra lays on her side, leg cocked to allow her wicked little partners access to her glistening holes. Dominique and Elise eagerly lap at Petra’s sex, spread before them, pink tongues lashing over clit and crimped ring with a greedy fervor that leaves my dick aching painfully in response.

Dominique’s fingers explore the creamy mess between rosebud mouths as she and her friend devour Petra’s gifts, dainty digits slowly pushed into her soaking wet pussy to an echoing wail of pure ecstasy. Elise smiles at the sight playing out below her chin, offering her own slender fingers to the softly squelching dance of knuckles and tendons pleasuring Petra’s pretty cunt.

I watch, transfixed as her perfect plump twat eagerly stretches around four, then six slim fingers… Petra now shrieking with joy and shuddering at the intensity of sensation rolling through her nubile young body. She’s playing with her huge gorgeous tits now, squeezing and pinching at her nipples while she throws her head back and howls;

“Fuck!...Fuck…John, I’m going to cum – Oh My God!...”

Her last words are simply a slurred shriek of ecstasy as her entire frame convulses. Petra thrashing back and forth as the urgent lapping and blissful penetration continue despite the violence of her orgasm. I can see everything clenching and rippling deliciously before my eyes, pretty little pussy bearing down, vice-like around the fingers stretching her – thick perineum cramping rhythmically while her asshole winks and quivers beneath Elise’s greedy tongue.

The noise is unholy – and I’m glad once more that we’re the only souls left at the castle. The hoarse, strangled cries of the goddess cumming before me are enough to wake the dead, let alone the attention of every resident within a mile radius… It’s bewitching though; watching, hearing, smelling this purest expression of a woman’s sexual self-actualization…

I’m moving before I’m conscious of it, stepping around the bed, my view constantly shifting in panoramic appreciation of Petra’s stunning body caught in the throes of ecstasy. As her moans begin to subside, I’m at the head of the bed – just in time to watch her eyes flutter open and witness the shockingly wanton lust still boiling deep in those dark pools.

I kneel by her head, slowly feeding the length of my hard cock into her throat while she snuffles and moans enthusiastically. The girls still lapping gently below look up at this new sound…

“Make her ready…” I groan loudly while Petra greedily sucks the heavy shaft spreading her lips. “I want her ass next.”

The two French succubae exchange a filthy look and start their depraved work, scooping juices from Petra’s still quivering cunt and rubbing them into her asshole. Taking it in turns, they finger her tight hole until she’s writhing in pleasure, impaled and immobilized by the cock filling her throat but rubbing furiously at her clit while her body is made ready for what I have planned for her.

I pull back, biting my lip in pleasure at Petra’s ragged gasp from below, thick stringy ropes of spit and pre cum dripping over her neck and heaving tits. I lay next to her on the bed and start to direct her shaking limbs - making her squat over my big dick, facing the dirty angels kneeling obediently at my feet.

Her body is so nearly spent – thick thighs shuddering at the requirement to balance her weight just above my rearing girth. I quickly press the slick head of my cock against her asshole, relishing the gasp and sudden cry as her legs give out and she suddenly finds herself accommodating eight inches of wrist thick meat in her forbidden hole…

The view is incredible, watching her crimped pink ring pull taught then stretch to take me all - her wide cheeks splayed. A perfect, dusky peach softly bouncing off my thighs when she starts to buck on the thick shaft splitting her open. She’s dripping wet – I can feel the cool strings of pearly lust that run out of her cunt and onto my thighs.

“Petra.” I call to her over the sounds of animal need she’s making while she rides the big dick filling her ass. “Petra, I want them to eat your pussy while I fuck you.”

Groaning with lust, she nods, leaning her weight back onto shaking arms and presenting her grool soaked slit for her pet whores to consume. The blonde and brunette below kiss each other before angling their faces between Petra’s perfect thighs, tongues working to devour every ridge and fold of the puffy delicacy before them.

Petra has nothing left – no strength remaining in her ravaged form. Quickly she starts to sag, elbows bent and shoulders shuddering with the effort of keeping herself upright. I hold her steady, my hands huge around her slender upper arms. Her neck is slicked with sweat, dark hair tumbling down over my chest, damp with the evidence of her exertions. When she rolls her head back, I’m treated to the most glorious sight; two French beauties feasting on this fantasy girl’s musky sweetness while I watch her big tits bounce – nipples swollen and tight…

My orgasm is growing with every thrust through her ruined hole – thick ring working the most exquisite pressure around the throbbing head of my cock. The girls eating out Petra’s pretty cunt soon realize; hearing the shift in my pitch as I grunt and fuck her with fast, shallow thrusts from my hips. They take their cue, slurping and suckling the girl in my arms into a quivering mass of barely contained energy – shivering where she’s holding snatched breaths, bearing down on a pressure growing within…

I let Petra’s shrieking orgasm tear through her body before I fill her with my own…

The thrashing cramps from her thick thighs slick against my hips where sweat and juices are smeared between us. Even as her stunning release rips her apart and blinds her to everything else, she’s aware of my hot cum thundering into her insides – my fat dick jerking and heaving my thick load in her ass. She wails her pleasure – even as I roar mine, holding her slight frame in a vice-like grip to pump what feels like a gallon of pent-up lust into her shuddering body.

Only when the last wracked spasm works its way through me do I realize the puddle I’m now laying in; the spray of fluid across the blinking features of Elise and Dominque.

Petra has truly unleashed everything in this last huge climax – flooding the bed with evidence of her astonishing release.

Like the spray of champagne, it’s a celebration of our moment. One that we’ll repeat, cumming endlessly in this fortress keep while our two daemonette guards keep watch. Pleasure without end – our bodies given as offering to one another, over and over again.

Removed from time, from space.

In another, darker realm now – the Gatehouse as it was now simply an old ruin by the empty moat at the McLintock estate. Only Seamus, the old groundskeeper, will ever wonder at a memory he has of showing a young American tutor a building there that he has no memory of ever having seen at all…

My cum-soaked sacrifice with Petra, Elise and Dominique enough to satisfy the demonic pact signed on my skin when I was found all those years ago. Scion of that forest witch cult now caught in the depraved throes of ecstasy for all time.

Spellbound ‘til the end.

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That's the end of this spooky series! Hope you enjoyed this one - certainly one of my darker, filthier pieces, but a lot of fun to write. Thanks for reading!

Antonio x