Mira’s face burned hotter than the slaps on her ass, tears pouring anew as she stamred out a lousy, stumbling explanation, her words tripping over each other in a ss of panic.
"No, no... it wasn’t like that! I... I switched because you asked, Sister Angela! You said it was warr! And then... when he ca back, he clamped his hand over my mouth so fast, stuffed those panties in..."
"I couldn’t say anything! I tried to shake my head, but he kept whispering about how good your suit looked, how he’d fuck you raw... I an, he thought it was you! And... and my body just... reacted, okay?"
"It’s not my fault! I’ve been alone so long, and he’s so... strong, and I didn’t want to wake you, and then it felt... good, even though it hurt, and now I’m just confused! Please, don’t hate ... I didn’t plan to seduce him, it just... happened!"
Angela stepped closer, her pretend anger cracking at the edges with amusent, but she kept up the act, poking Mira’s shoulder lightly. "Reacted? Oh, honey, that’s the understatent of the year. I heard you moaning like a bitch in heat while he read your virgin asshole."
"And now you’re out here begging to be his second wife? What, am I not enough for him? You think your hairy pits and sloppy explanations make you better? You’re crying about your husband abandoning you—maybe he left because you’re such a needy little thief, stealing other won’s n in the dead of night!"
Mira whimpered, covering her face with her hands, her lousy defense crumbling further. "I... I’m not a thief! It was a mistake at first, but then... then I liked it, okay? I admit it! He made feel wanted, as I mattered... and you’re right, I’ve been glancing at him, but only because he’s so commanding, so... godly."
"But I didn’t an to take him from you! I just thought... maybe we could share? Please, Sister Angela, don’t be mad... I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, my explanations suck, I know, but it’s the truth! I was just... overwheld, and now I can’t stop thinking about him..."
Angela held the stern look for another long beat, letting Mira squirm under the weight of her gaze, tears dripping off her chin onto the sand. Lisa bit her lip to stifle a laugh, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Then Angela’s face broke—cracking into a wide, genuine smile as laughter bubbled up from her chest, bright and delighted. Lisa joined in a second later, doubling over with her hand over her mouth like she couldn’t believe how perfectly this had played out, her giggles echoing off the waves.
Angela closed the distance and pulled Mira into a tight hug before the poor woman could collapse completely, wrapping her arms around her shaking form.
"I was just kidding," Angela murmured, stroking Mira’s hair soothingly, her voice warm now, laced with affection. "Welco to our family, Mira. I’ve been teasing you, but honestly? I’m glad it happened this way."
Mira blinked through her tears, stunned, pulling back just enough to search Angela’s face. "Sister Angela...? You’re not... mad? Really?"
Angela shook her head, smile soft but wicked at the edges, her hands lingering on Mira’s shoulders. "Mad? No, sweetie. I know my husband is a god—literally, with that cock and the way he commands a room. And I’ve known for a while I can’t bear it all alone—the way he is, the way he needs more, craves more... I’ve wanted him to find more sisters."
"Won who understand the pull, the power. Won who can handle him without breaking... or who break in the most delicious ways."
She glanced at over Mira’s shoulder, eyes sparkling with possession and pride, a hint of heat in her gaze that promised more fun later. "And I think you’re a good woman, Mira. Broken, maybe... lonely, desperate, but good at heart. You’ll fit right in with us. Hell, after hearing you take it like that in the cave? I’m impressed. A little jealous, even."
Lisa stepped up beside them, smirking wider now, her hand reaching out to squeeze Mira’s arm playfully. "Took you long enough to figure it out, girl. We’ve been waiting for you to stop pretending you weren’t dripping every ti he looked at you. And those lousy excuses? Adorable. But hey, welco aboard. Family ga nights are about to get a whole lot more interesting."
Mira’s mouth opened, closed, opened again like a fish gasping on the shore. No words ca at first—just fresh tears, but these mixed with relief, her body sagging against Angela’s hug. "I... I don’t know what to say... Thank you, Sister Angela. Lisa. I thought... I thought you’d hate forever."
Angela kissed her cheek—soft, sisterly at first, then lingering a bit longer, her lips brushing the corner of Mira’s mouth in a tease that made Mira’s breath hitch. "Hate you? Never. Now co on, let’s get back inside before the mosquitoes really do bite. Or before I decide to slap that ass myself for all the trouble."
Mira let out a shaky laugh, wiping her eyes as Angela turned to , her expression shifting to sothing hungry, commanding.
"So... husband," she said, voice dipping low and teasing, laced with that familiar filth. "Shall we go back inside and show our new wife exactly what being part of this family ans? Maybe start with a proper initiation—your cock in her mouth while Lisa and I watch and whisper all the dirty things she’s been hiding?"
Mira’s breath hitched audibly, her thighs pressing together instinctively, a fresh flush creeping up her neck. She looked between us—terrified, exhilarated, already nodding before she could stop herself, her body betraying her with a soft whimper.
I smiled slowly, predatory, sliding an arm around Mira’s waist and pulling her flush against my side, my hand dipping low to squeeze her sore ass one more ti—gentle, but promising pain and pleasure in equal asure.
"Lead the way, Angela," I said, voice gravelly with anticipation, guiding Mira forward as Lisa fell in beside us. "Tonight, we make sure she never doubts her place again. And tomorrow? We’ll shave those hairy pits of hers together—nice and slow, while she begs for more."
Mira shivered against , but her steps quickened, eager now. The three of us—four, with Lisa grinning like the cat that got the cream—walked back toward the cave, the night air thick with promise, the scent of salt and sex hanging heavy like a fog. Inside, the amber lamp waited, casting shadows that danced like invitations to sin.
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