Submit to the blindfold and bondage — let Callum do whatever the cards dictate.

3 Breedmore Lane, Maplewood Suburbs, at 10:39 PM on Friday October 31, 2024

Darkness. Complete, velvet darkness behind the silk. My wrists ache pleasantly where the binding holds them together behind my back, the silk tight enough to remind me I can't pull free. The cushions beneath me are impossibly soft — silk against my bare shoulders where the latex has ridden down, my breasts pushed up by the tight bodysuit, nipples straining against the glossy material.

I hear Callum moving. Footsteps circling the chaise. The whisper of his velvet robe against skin.

"The cards have spoken," his voice comes from somewhere to my left — close, too close. "The Devil says you want to be used. The Lovers say you want to be filled. And the Tower..." A pause. Something cold touches my collarbone — ice, a single cube balanced on his fingertip, trailing down between my breasts. "...says something's going to break open tonight."

The ice slides lower, tracing the edge of the latex bodysuit where it cuts across my chest. My breath hitches. The cold is shocking against my overheated skin — my body still humming from Marco, still slick between my thighs, still carrying the warmth of two loads deep inside me.

"You know what bunnies are known for, don't you?" Callum murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. The ice cube drops onto my stomach and I gasp, arching. "Breeding. Rabbits fuck constantly. They don't stop. They don't say no. They just take cock after cock until their little wombs are overflowing."

His fingers find the crotch panel of the bodysuit and pull it aside — the latex snapping back, exposing my bare, swollen pussy to the candle-heated air. I'm dripping. I can feel it — arousal sliding between my folds, mixing with what remains of two men's cum still clinging to my inner walls.

"Oh, fuck," Callum breathes, and I hear him inhale deeply. "You're absolutely soaked. And full. I can see cum leaking out of you, little bunny. Two loads already deposited in this tight little breeding hole."

Something hot drips onto my inner thigh — wax, I realize, as the sharp sting fades into warmth. Then ice again, circling my clit, making me jerk and whimper. Hot and cold alternating — wax on my thighs, ice on my pussy lips, his breath ghosting over my exposed cunt without ever touching it.

"Please," I hear myself say. My voice doesn't sound like mine — it's breathless, desperate, shameless.

"Please what?" Callum asks. I feel the mattress shift as he climbs between my spread thighs.

"Please fuck me."

His laugh is low and dark. "The cards predicted this perfectly. The Devil's chains aren't silk, Luna — they're your own hunger."

The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance — and keeps pressing. He's long. Unbelievably long. Thinner than Marco but reaching deeper than Derek ever could, the slender shaft sliding into me with a slow, relentless pressure that doesn't stop until I feel him bottom out against my cervix with a sensation that makes my vision white out behind the blindfold.

"God," I moan, my bound wrists twisting uselessly. He's deeper than anything I've ever felt — his cock reaching places that make my entire pelvis clench.

"There it is," Callum groans, his hips flush against mine. "Nine inches buried in a cum-filled bunny. You feel that? Feel how deep I am? I'm right against your womb, Luna. Right where I'm going to pump you full."

He withdraws slowly — agonizingly slowly — and slams back in. The angle hits something devastating, his slender length spearing straight to my core, and I scream into the darkness. His pace builds — long, deep strokes that withdraw until only the tip remains inside, then drive forward until his pelvis grinds against my clit and his cock kisses my cervix.

"Two men already bred you tonight," he grunts, his hands gripping my latex-covered hips, pulling me onto his thrusting cock. "But bunnies need lots of cum. Don't they? Need to be bred over and over. Need every house on this street to empty their balls inside this pretty little cunt."

His thumb finds my clit — circling hard, relentless — and the orgasm detonates without warning. My pussy clamps down on his driving cock, walls spasming in violent waves, and I cum so hard I can't breathe — can't think — can only feel the electric devastation ripping through my core while he fucks straight through my contractions.

"That's it," he growls. "Cum on my cock. Squeeze me. I'm going to give you load number three, bunny. Going to breed this fertile little body until cum runs down your legs."

He buries himself to the hilt and holds — and I feel it. The hot, thick pulse of his cum erupting directly against my cervix, flooding my already-occupied channel with a third man's seed. Rope after rope, his cock twitching and jerking inside me, each spurt adding to the obscene fullness pooling in my womb. He groans through it, his fingers digging bruises into my hips, his cock pulsing deep inside me for what feels like an eternity.

When he finally pulls out, I feel the combined loads of three men begin to spill from my gaping pussy — thick, white, dripping onto the silk cushions beneath me.