Joel's presence upsets the balance, driving Giovanna and Hilda into a state of submission and longing. What will happen when they confront their darkest desires?
Back at the castle, Mark guided Giovanna and Hilda to the bed, their minds still numb from the intensity of the previous night at the bar. The air was thick with morbid anticipation, as if the castle itself breathed in time with their darkest desires. Joel, the man whose presence had upset the balance of their lives, was already waiting for them in the bedroom, his figure imposing and his smile heavy with lascivious promises. Joel's enormous cock, which had been the focus of their fantasies and addictions, seemed to defy gravity, erect and defiant, a monument to his sexual dominance.
Giovanna and Hilda, dressed in milky white wedding dresses that contrasted with the obscenity of the situation, approached Joel with a mixture of submission and desire. The dresses, tight and sheer in just the right places, highlighted their curves and left little to the imagination. Mark, standing beside the bed, felt his heart pounding, a mixture of excitement and humiliation consuming him. He knew his role was to observe, accept, and perhaps, if lust allowed, participate on the fringes of this ritual of flesh and pleasure.
Joel wasted no time. With firm, sure hands, he took Giovanna by the waist and pulled her towards him. Their lips met in a deep, voracious kiss, while his hands roamed her body, stripping her dress with an urgency that spoke to his addiction to her skin. Hilda, meanwhile, knelt in front of Joel, her gaze fixed on the cock she so craved. With slow, deliberate movements, she began to lick it, her tongue tracing circles around the head before plunging deep inside.
Mark, unable to contain himself, approached the bed, his trembling hands searching for his own cock. He masturbated slowly, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. Giovanna, now naked, was placed on the bed, her legs spread in silent invitation. Joel positioned himself behind her, his cock pointing directly at her ass. No condoms, no barriers, just her flesh and his, joined in an act that was both rape and surrender.
"Deeper," Giovanna moaned, her nails digging into the sheets as Joel penetrated her forcefully. Her ass, red and glistening from the friction, quivered with each thrust. Hilda, still kneeling, looked up, her eyes shining with a mixture of envy and desire. Joel, noticing her gaze, pulled her towards him, kissing her passionately as he continued to move inside Giovanna. The moans of both women mingled in a symphony of pleasure, their bodies responding to Joel's domination with an all-consuming intensity.
Mark, growing increasingly aroused, increased the pace of his masturbation. His hands moved urgently, his cock hard and throbbing, dripping pre-cum onto the floor. He felt humiliated, yes, but also powerful. He was the one who allowed this, who gave his women the freedom to explore their darkest desires. And they, in return, gave him something he couldn't explain: a sense of fulfillment, of belonging, despite the apparent betrayal.
Joel, after filling Giovanna's ass with his cum, turned to Hilda. He took her with the same ferocity, his cock entering her without warning. Hilda moaned, her body arching back as Joel took her hard, his hands squeezing her hips until they left marks. Giovanna, now recovering from her orgasm, moved in to kiss Joel, her lips savoring the taste of his own essence.
Mark, unable to resist any longer, approached the bed. He knelt in front of Giovanna, his face level with her butt. With trembling hands, he opened her wider, exposing her red, glistening asshole. With a sigh, he brought his mouth closer and began licking her, his tongue tracing patterns on her sensitive skin. Giovanna moaned, her body trembling with the mixture of sensations.
"You're a good cuckold, Mark," Joel whispered, his voice thick with mockery and admiration. Mark didn't respond, his attention focused on Giovanna's body. But inside, something stirred. It wasn't just humiliation he felt, but also a strange pride. She was his wife, his woman, and she belonged to him, even when another man filled her with his semen.
At dawn, Mark woke with a start. The room was silent, sunlight filtering through the curtains. Giovanna and Hilda were kneeling in front of Joel, their mouths working on his erect cock with a devotion that left him breathless. Mark sat up in bed, his cock hard and throbbing, and began masturbating again, his eyes fixed on the scene.
"Look at me, Mark ," Giovanna said, still licking. Mark obeyed, his gaze meeting hers. In her eyes, he saw something that surprised him: it wasn't just desire that shone there, but also a deep loyalty. Despite everything, despite Joel and their huge cocks, they were his. And he, in his own way, was hers too.
Hilda, noticing his gaze, reached out and stroked his leg with her foot. It was a small, almost imperceptible humiliation, but Mark felt it. And in that moment, he knew it was okay. That this was his place, his role, and he accepted it with all his being.
The room filled with moans and whispers, bodies moving to the rhythm of their desires. And Mark, in the midst of it all, felt complete. He didn't know what would come next, what new boundaries would be crossed, or what new humiliations he would accept. But in that moment, with the taste of semen in the air and the sound of his women's moans, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.