'Kinky S*x Dungeon' Reviewer in a Fantasy world (18+) BDSM-Chapter 28 - 3.8

The heavy door creaked open, its echo slicing through the quiet, and Virael and Liora tensed as the sisters' footsteps approached—sharp on the glossy floor.

Seraphine's low chuckle mingled with Leraphine's softer amusement, their leather dom suits creaking faintly as they loomed over the kneeling pair.

Virael's spine straightened, her latex stockings taut against her thighs, the anal hook tugging faintly as she shifted, while Liora's tail flicked nervously, her smaller frame rigid beside her.

"Lunch was delightful," Seraphine purred, her voice dripping with mockery as she looked down at them, their collars and hooks glinting in the dim light.

"Now, time for another game."

The sisters sauntered to the bed, settling side by side on the crimson quilts, their movements synchronized yet distinct—Seraphine with a bold sway, Leraphine with a quiet grace.

They unzipped the lower halves of their suits, freeing their cocks—Seraphine's thick and pulsing, Leraphine's longer and curved, both already stiff with anticipation.

"Whoever makes us cum first wins," Leraphine said, her tone calm but edged with challenge.

"Reward for the winner, punishment for the loser."

Virael and Liora jolted into action, their blind urgency palpable as they shuffled forward on their knees, the latex creaking against the floor, their cuffed hands useless behind them.

Virael reached Leraphine first, her face brushing against Leraphine's thigh—warm leather against her cheek—before finding her cock, its musky heat guiding her.

She parted her lips and took it in, her tongue swirling with practiced skill.

She alternated pressure—sucking hard, then easing off, tracing the underside with deft flicks, her technique honed with experience.

Liora fumbled toward Seraphine, her nose bumping Seraphine's cock clumsily before she latched on, her inexperience showing in her rhythmic bobbing—steady but unrefined, a simple up-and-down that lacked finesse.

Drool spilled from both their mouths, slicking the sisters' cocks, the wet sounds mingling with muffled moans—Virael's low and focused, Liora's higher and frantic.

Virael's precision won out.

Leraphine's breath hitched, her hand tightening in Virael's ponytail as she thrust once, deep, and came—a thick, hot load shooting into Virael's throat.

Virael swallowed with a rough cough, her victory sealed.

"Winner," Leraphine declared, her voice steady despite her release, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Liora faltered, her head lowering in dejection, her tail drooping as Seraphine's cock slipped from her mouth, unfinished.

"Don't leave it incomplete," Seraphine snapped, yanking Liora's ponytail with a sharp tug, forcing her head back down.

She thrust her cock deep, using Liora's mouth with relentless strokes—Liora gagging, her coughs wet and desperate—until Seraphine groaned, her hips jerking as she blew her load, flooding Liora's throat.

Liora choked, cum dripping from her nose as she swallowed, her gasps ragged when Seraphine finally released her.

The sisters rose, their suits creaking as they stretched, their grins sharp with satisfaction.

"Virael gets rewarded," Seraphine said, her tone teasing, "and Liora gets punished."

They moved with purpose, lifting the girls from their knees—Leraphine's hands firm on Virael, Seraphine's playful on Liora.

The anal hooks came out first, sliding free with a wet squelch—Virael's asshole throbbing as it released, Liora's drawing a faint whimper as hers eased out.

The cuffs fell away next, replaced by chains descending from the ceiling, their cold steel snapping around wrists and ankles as the sisters hoisted them upward, suspending them midair in starkly different binds.

Liora hung horizontally in a hogtie bondage, her body arched backward in a taut, punishing curve.

Her wrists and ankles were cuffed together behind her, the chains pulling them upward until her spine bowed, her breasts thrust forward, her tail dangling limply below.

Virael, in contrast, was bound vertically in a frog tie, her body upright but spread open in a lewd, controlled display.

Her wrists were chained high above her head, stretching her arms taut, while her ankles were cuffed and pulled outward and upward, bent at the knees so her thighs splayed wide—her latex stockings gleaming, the glossy black framing her exposed pussy and ass.

The position mimicked a squat, her strong legs flexed, her horns glinting as she hung.

Her clit and folds glistened with lingering wetness, her body poised yet helpless, the latex gloves tight against her upper arms as the chains held her steady. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Leraphine and Seraphine stepped back, admiring their work—Leraphine's gaze lingering on Virael with that subtle smile, Seraphine's on Liora with a predatory glint—ready to deliver reward and punishment.