In the lobby of this huge house, women outnumber us ten to one. Each woman is more delectable than the last, beckoning us farther into the house.
I didn’t know what to expect when we arrived, but a huge house surrounded by heavy security wasn’t it. I was just glad I remembered to bring the skull embossed coin with me. We needed to show it to gain entry, though I was surprised when the guy asked to see our tattoo before settling for the coin. I’ll dwell on what the tattoo is later. Right now, I’m flying. My head is fucked, and my body is loose and ready to go.
I blink sluggishly, and my view changes from the bar area to me walking into another room, my steps heavy and body feeling foreign to me. I have no clue where I am now, but none of it seems to matter as the door in front of us opens wider and we step into another world—a world of writhing, naked bodies, their moans and cries resounding throughout as they beg to be touched or fucked harder. A world of lust. A world of fucking sin.
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
I swallow, my nostrils flaring at the sights and sounds around me, my dick coming to life.
Sebastian slaps me on the shoulder, forcing me to turn to look at him. I narrow my gaze on him. His pupils are really fucking wide, making those freaky green eyes look even freakier. Are they swirling? I swear they are. Fuck, my head is a mess.
He’s saying something, his lips moving real slow, but I can’t focus enough to understand. The words are disjointed and slurred. There’s so much noise around us, it’s impossible to hear one person. I think I try to tell him so, but my tongue feels heavy and too big in my suddenly dry mouth.
“Is this what I think it is?” God, aka Gluttony, asks from in front of me. His eyes roam over the naked scene before us, his hand rubbing over his chest like it’s tight.
“Yeah,” I reply, reading his mind.
A sex den, or maybe a dream. I’m not sure which anymore, but I don’t care either. I’m not complaining either way, and neither are the other guys.
Venturing inside, I pass a masked woman bent over the arm of a red sofa, her huge breasts swaying as a man takes her from behind. His hands on her hips leave finger-shaped bruises on her pale, perfect skin as he thrusts into her over and over. She moans and hangs her head, letting the euphoria take over her body. My cock stiffens in my jeans, begging to be let free.
Another masked woman on all fours on the floor writhes in pleasure as two masked men take her at the same time. In fact, we’re the only ones not wearing masks. A realization I don’t like. There’s a man underneath the woman, taking her pussy, and a woman behind her, her mouth ravaging the other woman’s asshole with her tongue. She grunts as cock and tongue thrust into her in unison. I’m pretty sure I hear God laugh nervously from somewhere in front of me.
“I want some of that,” one of my newfound brothers says, though I don’t know which one.
“That one’s mine,” Micah, aka Greed, groans with a sneer.
The room spins, a myriad of colors, shapes, and sweaty, naked bodies as we continue to move through it. My hands reach out to touch the flesh of women as we pass by, stroking along smooth thighs and taut stomachs as they moan up at me while being fucked. One woman lays on her back across a circular bed. She crooks a finger at us all as we pass and laughs. We stop in front of another door, and God knocks once before opening it and beckoning us all inside.
Sebastian sways a little in the doorway, and I slap him on the back as I squeeze past him.
“Messed up,” he mumbles, and I laugh in agreement.
We are messed up indeed, and it feels fantastic. In the center of the room, there are seven chairs all set out in a sacrificial circle—at least, that’s what it looks like. I sway on my feet before choosing a chair and collapsing into it. Dragging a hand over my face, I try to clear some of the blurriness from my head and gather my thoughts as I look around the room, but barring my fellow sinners, there isn’t much to see. Dim lighting. Deep crimson walls. Flickering candles lining a large, walnut sideboard beside a wall of paddles and whips.
I hear the sound of a door opening from somewhere behind me, but I don’t have the energy to turn and look. I didn’t need to either as seven naked masked women walk into the center of the circle, a different woman moving to stand in front of each of us.
I drowsily stare up at the woman in front of me. A beautiful mixed-race woman with golden eyes and huge, firm breasts. She glances to the left of me as she talks to someone about a camera, then looks back down at me and smiles before dropping to her knees.
“You okay, baby?” she purrs. I am now.
Reaching out, I stroke her soft curly hair, my dick straining in my jeans, and I nod. I want to speak, but my mouth feels dry, my tongue heavy. The only thing that seems to work is my cock, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“I’m going to make you feel real good, baby,” she coos, working the zipper on my jeans expertly before pulling out my hard length. I sigh as her hands wrap around the girth, and she begins gently running her hand up and down it.
My head lolls back, too heavy for my shoulders. It feels good—real fucking good.
Scanning the room, my gaze falls on the chair next to me—God, aka Gluttony. The woman in front of him is working his dick with her mouth, her head bobbing up and down rhythmically as he grips her hair in his hand and surges up into her throat repeatedly. I look to the other side of me to find a slender blonde straddling Sebastian. He grips her hips, helping her climb his cock before anchoring her to him so she can slide her sexy little body down onto his hard length, pumping into her with enough force, the chair grinds over the floor. Every time she closes her eyes or looks away, he grabs her face and forces her to look him in the eyes. Jesus, even when he’s fucking he’s a freak.
I look back to my woman as she leans over to take my dick in her mouth. I want her to, of course I do, but I also have better plans for her body. I grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger and squeeze so she’ll look at me.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asks in a seductive purr.
“Shut up,” I order, my eyes narrowing. “You talk when I tell you to talk.”
