'Kinky S*x Dungeon' Reviewer in a Fantasy world (18+) BDSM-Chapter 23: velvet 3.3

The latex masks clamped over Virael and Liora's faces, sealing their eyes in darkness, the tight material leaving only a small, oval opening at their mouths.

Their breaths rasped against the latex, shallow and sharp, the world reduced to sound and touch.

Seraphine and Leraphine stepped back, the soft rustle of their velvet robes hitting the floor signaling a shift.

The air cooled briefly, then thickened with the faint creak of leather as the sisters revealed their dom suits.

The leather was glossy black, polished to a mirror sheen, hugging their bodies like liquid night.

It stretched taut over their full breasts, pressing them upward until they strained against the material, the outlines of their stiff nipples faintly visible beneath the surface.

Silver zippers ran down the front, unzipped just enough to expose a deep plunge of cleavage, framed by small studs that glinted with every breath.

The suits cinched their waists, flaring into tight shorts that clung to their hips and thighs, the leather creaking softly as they moved.

A pronounced bulge swelled beneath their matching black panties—thick and pulsing, barely contained, a silent promise of what was to come.

The sisters moved with quiet precision.

Seraphine approached Virael, her fingers brushing Virael's neck as she fastened a collar—black leather, studded with silver rings, its edges cool and firm.

It clicked into place, snug against her throat, a subtle weight that anchored her in the dark.

Leraphine mirrored her with Liora, her touch steady as she secured an identical collar around Liora's slender neck, her cat ears twitching nervously above it.

Next came the cuffs—cold steel snapping around their wrists, yanked behind their backs with a sharp clank that echoed in the room.

Virael flexed against them, her stoic resolve tested by the unyielding metal, while Liora squirmed, a faint whimper slipping through her mask, her tail flicking in restless arcs.

Seraphine's hands returned to Virael, her fingers prying her mouth wider with a firm grip.

She produced an open-mouth gag—a steel ring coated in soft rubber, its diameter forcing Virael's jaw apart, spreading her lips into a vulnerable O.

Straps tightened around her head, securing it beneath the latex mask, her tongue pinned uselessly, drool already pooling at the edges.

Leraphine fitted Liora with the same, her smaller mouth stretching around the ring, a choked gasp muffled as the straps locked it in place.

Their breaths grew louder, wet and ragged through the open gags, their jaws aching faintly as saliva glistened on their chins.

The sisters stepped back, and a low buzz cut through the silence—vibrating dildos, their hum steady and insistent.

Seraphine placed two on the floor, their suctioned bases gripping the glossy black surface, their tips slick with lubricant and gleaming faintly.

"Squat," she commanded, her voice sharp and laced with delight.

Hands guided them down—Virael's thighs quivered as she lowered herself, the dildo sliding into her pussy with a slick, wet sound, its vibrations igniting her core with a sudden jolt.

Liora followed beside her, her squat shaky, a lewd, garbled moan escaping through her gag as the toy filled her, her tail curling tight against her back.

They crouched side by side, the latex stockings creaking against their thighs, the gloves taut on their bound arms, their bodies trembling as the vibrators buzzed relentlessly, sending waves of pleasure through their pussies.

Virael's sound was a low, stifled groan, her composure fraying, while Liora's was higher, wetter, her drool dripping onto her chest.

Leraphine moved first, stepping before Liora, her leather suit creaking as she freed her cock—thick, veined, already glistening with precum.

She gripped Liora's ponytail, yanking her head forward, and slid her dick through the ring gag, the tip brushing her tongue with a musky warmth.

The first strokes were shallow, teasing, gliding against Liora's helpless mouth as she gagged softly, her throat tightening in reflex.

Seraphine watched, her hands resting on Virael's shoulders, her cock still tucked beneath her panties, her grin widening as Liora's muffled sounds filled the room.

After a few minutes, Leraphine pushed deeper—her cock breaching Liora's throat, stretching it with a slow, deliberate thrust.

Liora choked, her gag turning to wet, desperate coughs, her nose dripping as tears soaked into the mask, but Leraphine's pace didn't falter, her hips rocking steadily, deepthroating her with a calm, unrelenting force.

Seraphine and Leraphine exchanged a glance then—a silent nod—and swapped places.

Leraphine stepped back, her cock slick with Liora's saliva, and moved to Virael, while Seraphine took Liora.

Leraphine gripped Virael's ponytail, her touch firm but measured, and slid her cock through the ring gag—shallow at first, letting Virael taste the lingering salt of Liora's spit mingled with precum.

Virael's breath hitched, her throat adjusting as Leraphine eased deeper, her cock pressing past the gag into her throat with a slow, steady push.

Seraphine, now before Liora, thrust her own cock in—starting gentle, teasing the ring's edge, then driving hard, her hand twisting Liora's ponytail to pull her closer until her nose pressed against the leather of Seraphine's shorts.

Liora gagged again, her coughs wet and ragged, while Virael's were lower, more controlled, though her stoic mask cracked further with every thrust.

The sisters used their ponytails like handles, pulling their heads down to take their cocks deeper, the room filling with the wet slap of flesh and the buzz of the vibrators below.

Drool poured from their gags, slicking their chins and chests, pooling on the floor as the sisters' thrusts grew erratic, their breaths hitching with pleasure.

Leraphine came first, her groan low as she buried her cock in Virael's throat, shooting a thick, hot load of cum—flooding her mouth, spilling past the ring to drip down her chin as she swallowed hard, her gag muffling a faint cough.

Seraphine followed, her hips jerking as she unleashed her own load into Liora's throat, the cum overflowing, seeping from her nose and dripping onto her chest as she choked, her coughs wet and frantic.

"Swallow," Seraphine ordered, her voice a husky growl, pulling back to let them obey.

Virael forced it down, the bitter heat sliding past her gag in a slow, sticky wave, her throat working as she coughed once, sharply.

Liora struggled more, her coughs louder, wetter, as she swallowed in gulps, tears streaming beneath her mask, her tail twitching wildly.

The vibrators buzzed on below, their relentless hum driving shivers through their oversensitive pussies, the air thick with the scent of leather, cum, and sweat.