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He must have come quick or I was fucking lost, because it seemed like moments later I was flipped over and tugged to all fours.

“Always wanted to try this,” Pride gasped into my ear, wrapping his arms around my neck and choking me, sliding into me from behind as he fucked me doggie-style.

Lust laughed.

“Just wait until it’s my turn,” he promised, voice an octave lower than normal. “Is he going to make you cum again?” Lust teased.

I whimpered at the dirty talk.

Envy and Greed pressed in, hands roving. Gluttony watched it all happen, standing to the side with his eyes glittering.

“She’s been such a good girl. She should cum at least two more times,” Pride suggested.

I let out a breath. Through all six bonds simultaneously, I felt their collective satisfaction, their shared arousal amplifying my own pleasure beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Lust's primal hunger, Gluttony's possessive contentment, Greed's fierce satisfaction, Envy's wonder at being included, Sloth's lazypleasure, and Pride's dark dominance all crashed over me at once.

Pride’s hand snuck to my heat and thrusted and stroked in time with his thrusts. I writhed and twisted against him, desperate to get just the perfect angle that would get me there.

“No, you’re not allowed to cum yet,” Lust ordered.

I growled, my sin sparking. How dare he–

Hands came around my throat and squeezed.

“I saidno.” My sin fought with my desire to submit entirely to all of them, to prove that I was serious and committed.

Oh, the duality of nature...

“Cum.”

Lust’s sudden permission surprised me as Pride thrust with both his dick and hand, and to my shock I did cum, hard and long. A ragged scream left my lips as my hips bucked, Pride lowering me gently to the ground. Wet cum dripped down my legs, so he must have finished too?

I felt dazed and half-conscious, but so, so satisfied.

Lust chuckled darkly. “I’ll have you later, I think.”

Pride stepped back. “Phew. I need some air after that.”

I raised an accusing finger at them both.

“Promised me ‘nother,” I slurred out.

All six of them laughed, even Gluttony.

“Later, sweetheart,” Lust swore, kissing my forehead.

My sin flared for just a moment, before sputtering out. I was too tired.

Around us, the room vibrated with magick and heat, the charged air thick with sweat, power, and something older. Something sacred.

The others lingered nearby—watching, worshipping, wanting. But none of them moved yet. Not until I did.

I was the storm. I was the center. I was Wrath.

I pushed myself upright, and looked around the room. One by one, the Sins met my gaze. And they didn’t see weakness, or fragility, or even a woman breaking under the weight of her powers.

They saw a queen. An equal.

“I’m not choosing just one of you,” I said softly, voice hoarse but steady. “I’m choosing all of us. This bond—this power—belongs to everyone in this room.”