Cleaning up

Riley would soon be part of this group, you thought, as you watched the other girls crawl toward Natalie, still twitching and full of your cum.

You didn’t even have to say anything. They knew what to do.

Taylor was first, leaning in and licking slowly along the inside of Natalie’s trembling thigh. Her tongue flicked up to the crease of her swollen pussy, already oozing with your thick load. Leanne joined her, both of them lapping up everything you’d pumped into their redheaded sister.

"Mmm, she tastes like you," Leanne murmured, glancing up at you with a wicked smile.

"Keep going," you said. "I want her clean."

They moaned obediently, mouths pressed against Natalie’s soaked folds, sharing every drop, kissing each other between licks. You sat back and watched, cock still half-hard and already pulsing again from the view.

It was a ritual now. Your seed, their tongues, her body still quaking with pleasure.

And Riley? She had no idea what was coming for her.

But she’d love it.

Soon, she’d beg to be next.

You leaned back and let the moment sink in. What the hell had happened to your life? The man you used to be, soft, average, obedient, was dead. You felt it as surely as you felt the heat radiating off the three ruined sluts at your feet. That man had limits. This one didn’t.

Now? Your {Cock_inches}-inch cock was more than flesh. It was power. Control. Your body carved into dominance. Your voice enough to make them wet. These women weren’t partners. They were possessions. Toys. Proof that you were built for more than monogamy, more than mediocrity. The ring hadn’t just given you strength, it had revealed the truth. You were always meant for this.

And Riley? She wasn’t a problem. She was a project. A canvas. You’d reshape her, break her if you had to, mold her into the perfect addition to your growing collection. No more vanilla. No more whining. Just devotion. Pleasure. Obedience. She’d beg to be yours, or be left behind.

You grinned to yourself. You weren’t thinking like a husband anymore. You were thinking like a god.

And Riley would worship you soon enough.

And then there was Riley. Sweet, beautiful, loyal. Would she understand? Would she resist? Or would she fall like the rest of them, quivering, wet, addicted? You told yourself you were doing this for her too. That you’d bring her into this pleasure, this power. That she’d thank you when she finally understood.

But part of you knew you’d already changed. And you weren’t sure if she’d recognize the man who walked back into that house.

The girls had finished their cleanup. Natalie was curled up with a dreamy look on her face. Taylor and Leanne kissed lazily beside her, fingers still teasing one another as they basked in the afterglow.

The house was quiet now. Dimly lit. Warm. Waiting.

So what now?

Go to the bedroom and take one, maybe two more?

Or check out the TV room and see what’s waiting there?