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Chapter 64: A Cuckold Husband (21+ Chapter)

Angelica’s milk continued flowing, splashing across Faevy’s breasts and my chest with every jolt of pleasure. I reached up and tugged on the weighted clamps, pulling them downward so more milk sprayed out in messy arcs.

Liv, still cuffed behind her back, was pulled closer by another set of chains that appeared around her waist. I made her straddle one of Angelica’s bound thighs, forcing her innocent little pussy to grind against the soft skin while she watched everything.

Her small frame trembled as she humped desperately, the chain between her wrists pulling her shoulders back and arching her chest.

“Master… it feels so wrong… but so good,” Angelica sobbed, her eyes never leaving the illusion of her husband.

I made the scene darker in her mind. He was now stroking himself pathetically through his pants, unable to look away even as tears streamed down his face.

The humiliation sent her over the edge.

Her body convulsed violently in the chains, pussy gushing hard against Faevy’s folds and my thrusting cock as she came with a broken cry. Milk sprayed wildly from both nipples, soaking all of us.

Faevy followed right after, her muffled moans turning into sharp gasps as her own orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, coating my shaft in fresh cream.

I didn’t stop.

I kept fucking between their tribbing pussies, the friction slick and relentless. The table creaked under their writhing bodies.

I added more bondage elements with casual thoughts, thin chains wrapping around their breasts like harnesses, squeezing them until milk leaked even faster from Angelica.

For Liv, a delicate chain leash appeared attached to her collar, which I tugged lightly to pull her face closer to mine for a deep, possessive kiss.

Her inexperienced tongue danced shyly against mine while her cuffed hands struggled uselessly behind her.

“You’re learning so well, Liv,” I murmured against her lips. “Soon you’ll beg just like them.”

I rotated their positions again, the chains adjusting seamlessly with metallic clicks and rattles.

Now Liv was sandwiched in the middle, her tighter pussy grinding directly against Faevy’s while Angelica tribbed from the side, her leaking breasts brushing against Liv’s back.

My cock stayed nestled firmly between all three, sliding through the hot, creamy mess as they humped like animals in heat.

The wet sounds were filthy.

The slap of slick flesh.

The constant rattle of chains.

Broken moans and sobs filling the room.

Angelica’s illusory husband remained in the corner, the scene evolving. I made him “call out” her name weakly, begging her to stop, but she only ground harder, her shame fueling the fire.

“He’s… he’s seeing everything, Master,” she whimpered. “I’m such a bad wife… but your cock… your milk… I can’t stop…”

“Good girl,” I praised, voice rough as I slammed my hips forward, driving my cock deeper into the slippery channel they created.

I pinched and twisted her nipples, drawing more powerful squirts of milk that rained down on the tribbing pussies below. The clamps bit harder with every tug, keeping her breasts sensitive and leaking constantly.

The pleasure built like a tightening coil.

I sent waves of influence through my Hades’ eyes, planting deeper compulsions.

Your husband is nothing.

This is your truth now.

The chains feel right.

The milk belongs to Master.

Their movements grew more frantic, pussies rubbing my veined length from every angle, clits dragging along my shaft.

Liv came first this time, her slender body jerking hard against the cuffs as a high, innocent cry tore from her throat. Her juices flooded against the others, making everything even wetter.

Faevy and Angelica followed in quick succession, their bound bodies convulsing, milk and cum mixing on their skin.

Still, I held my own release, my cock pulsing angrily between their soaked folds.

I pulled back slightly, letting them see how glistening and veined it was, coated completely in their essence.

The chains hummed with my power as I surveyed them, bound, collared, milk-smeared, and trembling.

Angelica’s eyes were still fixed on the corner, the illusion of her broken husband burning into her mind, pushing her deeper into submission with every passing second.

I smiled darkly, Hades’ eyes glowing.

“We’re nowhere near finished. Now… I think it’s time to give Faevy what only she deserves.”

With a thought, the chains began to reposition once more, preparing for the next level of their bound ecstasy.

Angelica’s husband remained watching in her mind, a permanent shadow that only made her wetter for me.

The chains sang a metallic symphony as they rearranged once more under my will.

Angelica remained the centerpiece of my focus, her body still bound spread-eagle on the massive dining table, wrists locked high above her head by heavy cuffs, thighs forced obscenely apart by short chains attached to her ankles.

The leather harnesses I had conjured squeezed her full breasts tightly, making them bulge and leak even more milk in steady, humiliating drips.

Her useless husband’s illusion sat only a few feet away in the corner, bound to his chair, face twisted in agony, eyes wide with disbelief as he watched his wife become nothing but a milk-leaking, chain-bound whore for another man.

I made sure the illusion was perfect.

He could see every detail.

The way her swollen nipples sprayed milk whenever I tugged the weighted clamps.

The slick mess between her legs.

The way her hips bucked shamelessly even as tears of guilt rolled down her cheeks.

I even gave him a voice now, weak, broken whimpers that only Angelica could hear clearly.

“Angelica… please… stop this… I’m your husband…” the illusory man begged, his voice cracking.

Angelica’s breath hitched violently at the sound.

Her pussy clenched hard, visibly dripping onto the table as fresh shame flooded her system.

“He’s… he’s watching me, Master,” she sobbed, voice thick with lust and torment. “He sees how I’m leaking milk for you… how I’m grinding my cunt against the others like a slut…”

“That’s right,” I growled, stepping closer.

My thick cock, still glistening from their combined juices, throbbed heavily between my legs.

“He’s seeing exactly what a pathetic failure he is. He could never make you leak like this. He could never make you cum so hard you forget his name.”

I sent another powerful pulse through my Hades’ eyes, deepening the shame until it consumed her.

In her mind, her husband was now forced to stroke his small, limp cock while watching, tears streaming as he realized he could never compare.

I latched onto her left nipple again, sucking with brutal hunger.

Thick streams of warm milk exploded into my mouth, sweeter and more abundant because of her overwhelming guilt.

I drank noisily, letting the wet sucking sounds echo so the illusion could “hear” them too.

Angelica arched hard against her bonds, chains rattling loudly as milk sprayed from her other nipple in uncontrolled jets, splashing across Faevy and Liv who were still chained beside her.

“Drink it all, Master… please… take what he never could,” she moaned brokenly, her hips rolling desperately even though nothing touched her pussy yet.

The shame was breaking her beautifully, her face flushed crimson, eyes glassy with tears and overwhelming arousal.

Faevy and Liv were not forgotten.

I commanded the chains to pull them into position again.

Faevy’s gag was removed completely now, but thin chains still wrapped her breasts and kept her legs spread wide.

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