Oh, Anonymous, you won’t believe the night I had with the Vowless - that tribe of anti-male zealots who preach strict control over arousal. But what happens when their resolve crumbles? I found myself at their Holy Chambers, surrounded by women in flowing white robes, their eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my cock twitch despite myself. The High Priestess approached, her voice dripping with disdain as she announced the evening’s ritual: a test of endurance where I’d be edged to the brink of madness while they resisted my charms. Yeah right… as if these supposedly chaste women could keep their hands to themselves.
The ceremony began innocently enough - gentle caresses, soft whispers urging me to hold back my climax. But soon, those careful touches turned bolder. Fingers tracing along my shaft, tongues darting out to taste pre-cum as it beaded on the tip. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to explode as they worked in tandem, driving me wild without giving me release. One particularly daring acolyte straddled my thigh, grinding her soaked pussy against me while another sucked hard enough to leave marks. Sweat dripped from every pore as I teetered on edge… and then things got really crazy.
You see, Anonymous, these ‘holy’ women had a breaking point too. As I neared climax for what felt like the hundredth time without being allowed to finish, something snapped inside them. The room erupted into chaos - robes torn away revealing toned bodies glistening with sweat and desire. Fingers plunged into pussies as they circled around me, each taking turns trying to push me over that final hurdle through sheer force of will (and incredibly skilled mouths and hands). The High Priestess herself ended up riding my face like there was no tomorrow while another two fought over who got to milk my cock dry first when I inevitably lost control.
>Soulkyn