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Chapter 5 The Collar's Final Claim

Word Count: 996    |    Released on: 12/01/2026

wide, the vibrating ring now locked around her swollen clit pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Every throb sent a fresh gush of wetness down her inner thighs, pooling beneath her.

pen breeches, already slick with pre-cum. His blue eyes were merciless. "You performed beautifully at the auction, detective," he said, voice

her, forcing a moan from her throat. "I'm not broken," she managed, ev

le was cruel

ierced with tiny serpent rings. One carried a tray of glistening relics: a double-headed obsidian dildo that writhed like a living thing,

e clamp shut. She cried out, the sharp bite shooting straight to her clit. He repeated it on the right, the chain between them swaying with every

y like a book. "You come when I say, or

n burning, then euphoric every nerve ending igniting. Liora's back arched, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as the oil soaked into her

obsidian dildo. Slowly, mercilessly, it pushed inside, stretching her, filling her, the runes along its length pulsing in time with t

ser, cock brushing

oat convulsing around him. Tears streamed down her face, mascara smearing, but her tongue worked greedily, desperate to

ending shocks of pleasure through her entire body. The oil turned every sensation into fire. Liora's mu

saliva connecting her lips to his gli

In them, he saw it the last

," he g

, dripping with surrender. "I'm

ard, sealing the words in

om her ass, replacing it instantly with his cock raw, burning, stretching her wider than ever. One brutal thrust buried him to the hilt.

rusts. The other fed the obsidian dildo into her pussy, double-penetrating her alongside Thorne's cock in her a

eeth sinking into her sho

d its full power.

hat soaked the bench, the cultists, the floor. Thorne followed seconds later, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep into her ass, marking

rom her gaping holes. He unclasped the nipple clamps, soothing the abused peaks wi

o her forehead. "Welcome to the inner circle, Detective Kane," he murmured agains

er, could only manage one w

ou

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