Syncletia's Vision

"Give me the vision!" Syncletia panted again, as she dragged her jizzed-soaked titmeat up along the now fully-lapsed Onanites' still-erupting twinned column of black and white meat. Brother Julius' pupils were wide, darkness filling almost to the edges as he gazed at Syncletia with a look of blank calm, his expression in stark contrast to Spyro's gasping rictus. His lips parted and his tongue emerged, licking his lips. Another gout of sperm sprayed forth from Spyro's bellend, splattering them all, but the the elder Brother's moans and the groans of the grasping, humping horde of gooners crowded around them seemed to drop to a lower register as Julius began to speak.

"The Edge Is Cresting." The bimbo Nun's cunt throbbed at the words. Her vision half obscured by the thick strands of potent sperm clotting her brows, Syncletia was unsure if Brother Spyro was echoing the younger acolyte's words a cock-pump's time afterwards, or if their voices were now as fully bonded together as their cum-glued dongs.

"The Edge is Cresting", Brother Julius-and-Spyro repeated, and Syncletia could feel the gnarled veins webbing the two prongs pulse hotly underneath the weight of her jism-slicked juggs.

"Cock Comes." Syncletia's slim nostrils were blocked with Spyro's shots of jism, but she could swear the stink of his years-old load was now mixed with sulfur.

"Cock Comes", the Onanites repeated, and this time there could be no doubt that the whole goonchamber was speaking in unison, an abrupt interruption to cut off the throng's gibbering batebabble, which then picked up again mid-syllable, the pump pigs' feverish pitch intensifying as more and more lost their loads.

"More!" The whore nun pressed her fingers deeper into the meat of her melons, tightening her tit vise in **** effort to drain the bonded brothers of everything they had. "Give me more!!"

Brother Julius' expression remained blank even as another off-white rocket erupted from his spasming fuck rod. "All Holes Will Be Filled", the goon choir intoned, and Syncletia's cunt shuddered as an orgasm wracked her body unbidden.

In the half second that her eyes fully closed, Syncletia's vision was overtaken

-- her pornified body, inverted cruciform on black iron girders, her muscled legs spread out to a T-split, heels anchored, wrists bound below her head;

-- the nun's massive tits hanging heavy toward the earth and her glistening holes raised bare to the sweltering sulfurous air;

-- a molten golden sun, setting to her left;

-- a pearlescent white horned-crescent moon, rising high in the darkening sky to her right;

-- before her - no longer looming behind but dominating her vision - nothing else could be seen, her eyes could not look away - raw heat emanating off in waves - a hanging column of thigh-thick monstercock, swollen but not yet fully rampant, reddish in the light of the dying sun, the flanged dark head as big as her own, an unbroken stream of viscous cum leaking forward freely like black oil to stain the earth;

-- a withering exhalation of hot breath and the stamp of hooves as the monstercock came closer, blot out all --

"Cock Comes!" the Onanites' chant shattered the vision as the slut-Sister was rocked by an earthquake climax. "Cock Comes! Cockkkkkk cummmmmssssss!"

The goon chamber was awash in jets of white.