The smoke shifted, thickened, coiling like living serpents as the music swelled into a primal, drum-heavy pulse.
The remaining women emerged from the haze—Sofia in crimson lace, Janet in emerald, Luna Valentina in sapphire, Anya in stark white, Ortega in gold, Victoria in blood-red, Amanda in silver, Celeste in obsidian, Gabrielle in violet, Ashby Rousseau in bronze, Sophia in onyx, Emma in amethyst.
Each wore the same open-fronted robe and defiant nun wimple. Their eyes burned with shared purpose as they surrounded us.
Sofia and Anya moved first, dropping to their knees before me. Their hands, trembling with anticipation, found the waistband of my silk pants. Together, they slid them down. My cock sprang free—thick, veiny, immense.
The cool air hit the heated, throbbing flesh, making it jerk. A clear bead of fluid welled at the wide, flushed tip, catching the dim light. Sofia gasped.
