Natalie Portman couldn’t help sitting on Jennifer Connelly’s face sometimes. The raven-haired actress was irresistible, as was Natalie herself. They were far from each other’s only lovers since the ouroboros brand was burned into their hands, of course. Monogamy was now very passe and they were both devotees of the Cult of Baal, the Canaanite Storm God, which involved a lot of wild and wanton debauchery, what else?

Then again, she also loved to return the favor ... and Jennifer’s ass was as delicious as it could get. She could lick it like it was soft serve or something like that. What next? That gave her an idea and she got out some ice cream, from Ben and Jerry’s, in fact, which she smeared across Jennifer’s ass, along with whipped cream, marmalade, chocolate syrup, and a maraschino cherry ... yum, yum, yum.

“Natalie, you’re not really going to lick that off my ... ass ... I guess so ... oh, fuck, that feels amazing ... don’t you ... dare ... stop it!” Jennifer screamed as she felt Natalie’s tongue glide across her butt-crack to taste her anus and clean it up of the sweet, cold mess applied to her bottom.

Natalie chuckled, “Why so shy, Jen? You know I love all of you, every sweet, sticky inch.” Her tongue flicked against the cherry, sending a shiver down Jennifer’s spine.

Jennifer’s cheeks grew hot, both from the cold treat and the sudden realization of just how much she enjoyed this playful degradation. “Fine,” she said, pushing her ass up, “but if you’re going to eat dessert off me, you’re going to have to get a bit more ... creative.”

Natalie’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Challenge accepted.” She stood up, leaving a sticky trail on the floor as she moved to the kitchen, returning with a spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream. “Let’s see if you can guess what flavor this is,” she said with a devilish smile.

Jennifer’s pulse quickened. “Oh, you’re playing games now,” she said, her voice thick with anticipation.

Natalie climbed back onto the bed, her eyes never leaving Jennifer’s. “Always.” She leaned over, the cold spoon hovering just above the warm skin of her lover’s ass. “But remember, you asked for it.”

With a swift and teasing motion, she scooped up a dollop of mint chocolate chip and placed it at the entrance to her anus. She watched with delight as the ice cream began to melt, the minty coolness making Jennifer squirm beneath her.

“Oh, Natalie,” she breathed out, “that’s ... so ... cold!”

Natalie chuckled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good, isn’t it?” She leaned in closer, her hot breath in stark contrast to the freezing dessert. “Guess it’s time to warm it up then.”

Her tongue replaced the spoon, lapping at the minty crevice with a passion that surprised even her. The coolness of the ice cream only heightened the heat between them, and she felt the beginnings of an insatiable hunger build in her core. She pushed the minty sweetness into Jennifer’s anus, savoring the way she gasped and arched her back, her body responding to the sensation.

That, of course, was when she dialed it up even further by sliding a banana into Jennifer’s anus and eating it directly from that orifice ... her mouth getting closer by the second ... what a fucking delight, right? Jennifer squirmed until she had to scream Natalie’s name, which Natalie took as ... well, the fucking orgasm that it was ... and vindication of her naughty plans about her.

The banana was a perfect fit, the soft flesh giving way to the heat inside her, and the juices mixing with the remaining ice cream and whipped cream in a way that was utterly decadent. She could feel the fruit moving within her, a delicious intrusion that she never knew she craved until now.

“Natalie,” she panted, her voice thick with desire, “you’re ... so ... fucking ... good at this.”

“Or maybe, I’m a hungry bitch who just loves the way that things taste when applied to your sweet, sweet ass!” Natalie declared, even as she cleaned up every last bit of the gooey, delectable mess from Jennifer’s bum.

Jennifer couldn’t help but laugh, the sound of it music to Natalie’s ears. It was a heady mix of pleasure and power, knowing that she could make this goddess of a woman squirm and beg for more. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, her voice still shaky from the intense climax.

“It’s hard to believe that we’re both pregnant ... and still can’t get enough of each other’s ass, but so it is ... nor can we get enough ass or pussy or cock in general, to be fair,” Natalie mused.

Jennifer giggled, her eyes glinting with the same wild desire that had brought them to this sticky, sweet place. “Well, the gods must be smiling upon us, because nothing tastes quite as heavenly as this,” she said, gesturing to the dessert-covered landscape of their bed, “come here, you!”

With that, she cleaned up every last bit of the hot, sticky mess on Natalie’s face that had been smeared all over her own ass.

They both lay there, panting, their bodies glistening with sweat and dessert residue. “Fuck, Natalie,” Jennifer murmured, “that was ... unexpected.”

“So was the recent incident when you bathed me from head to toe and licked sweet riesling wine off my skin,” Jennifer reminded her.

“Ah, yes,” Natalie said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “and how could I forget the taste of your sweet, sweet pussy juice mixed with the tartness of the wine? How about when you stuck a beer bottle up my butt and drank the beer directly like that ... the whole damn thing, before making out with me, letting me taste beer from such a bottle.”

Jennifer’s cheeks flushed at the memory, her eyes glazed with lust. “That was ... quite the experience,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “But you know what’s even better?”

Natalie leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

Jennifer grinned wickedly. “How about I give you the full ‘Jennifer Connelly’ experience?” She grabbed a handful of the remaining dessert toppings and smeared it across Natalie’s chest, her fingers lingering on her nipples, eliciting a gasp. “I want to taste every inch of you, Nat.”

Natalie’s eyes widened in excitement. “Fuck, yes. Do it.”

Jennifer wasted no time. She straddled Natalie, her own sticky ass sliding against her thighs, and lowered her mouth to the first nipple, her tongue swirling around the peak before she took it into her mouth. The coldness of the mint mixed with the warmth of her body was intoxicating. She sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she began to clean the dessert from her lover’s body.

Natalie’s moan was like a symphony, a sweet crescendo of pleasure that filled the room. Her hands gripped the sheets, her body arching up to meet the warm, wet heat of Jennifer’s mouth. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, “just like that.”

Jennifer switched to the other nipple, her teeth tugging playfully before her tongue traced a path down Natalie’s torso, savoring the taste of chocolate syrup and marshmallows. She reached the navel, where she paused to flick her tongue inside, teasing before moving further south.

“You’re driving me insane,” Natalie moaned, her body shivering with delight. “Don’t stop.”

Jennifer only smirked in response, her eyes dark with lust as she took her time, enjoying the sweetness of Natalie’s skin. She licked the syrup from her stomach, her tongue swirling in lazy circles that made Natalie squirm. “Patience, darling,” she murmured, her breath hot against Natalie’s skin. “Good things come to those who wait.”

Her journey continued, the stickiness of the desserts making her movements feel like a slow dance of decadence. When she reached the apex of Natalie’s thighs, she could smell the musky scent of her arousal, and her own desire grew stronger. She spread her legs wider, revealing her glistening pussy, already slick with anticipation.

With a flick of her tongue, she tasted the first drops of Natalie’s nectar, the sweetness mingling with the chocolate and mint. “Mm,” she hummed, her eyes closing in pleasure. “You taste like heaven, Nat.”

Natalie’s hips bucked upwards, her pussy begging for more. “Jen, please,” she whimpered. “I need you to ... oh, fuck!”

Jennifer didn’t need any more prompting. She dived in, her tongue lapping greedily at Natalie’s swollen clit, the taste of her desire mixing with the chocolate sauce. She felt the other woman’s body tense, her muscles tightening as she approached climax. It was a heady power trip, one that had them both craving more and more.

Natalie’s hips rolled in response to the ministrations of her lover’s mouth, her breath coming in short gasps as the pressure built within her. She reached down to grip a fistful of Jennifer’s hair, guiding her movements, urging her deeper. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse with passion.

Jennifer complied eagerly, her tongue delving into Natalie’s wetness with a hunger that was insatiable. She felt the tension in her body tighten, the sweetness of her climax growing closer with every stroke. Her own arousal was a throbbing ache between her legs, a testament to the power of their shared lust.

But as much as she wanted to give in to the temptation, she had one more trick up her sleeve. Reaching over to the bedside table, she grabbed the jar of warm honey they had used in a previous ritual, drizzling it over Natalie’s mound. The sticky liquid trickled down her folds, making her squirm and moan even louder.

“What ... what are you doing?” Natalie panted, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement.

Jennifer grinned, her own breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. “Just adding a little something extra,” she said, her voice thick with desire. She dipped her finger into the honey pot and traced a slow, sticky line up Natalie’s slit.

Natalie’s eyes rolled back in her head as the warm, sweet liquid hit her sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. “Oh, Jen,” she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet her lover’s touch. “That’s ... that’s so good.”

Jennifer’s grin grew wider as she watched the effects of her little surprise. She spread the honey all over Natalie’s pussy, her fingers sliding in easily, coating her in the sticky substance. The sound of their wet, honey-drenched skin slapping together filled the room, a symphony of desire that made both women’s hearts race.

Natalie’s breaths grew shallower, her body tensing as the pleasure mounted. She could feel the warmth of the honey seeping into her, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. “Jennifer,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need, “you’re going to make me cum.”

Jennifer’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “And when you do,” she said, her voice a seductive purr, “I’m going to lick every last drop of honey from your pussy.” She lowered her head again, her tongue following the path of the honey, tracing circles around Natalie’s clit. The contrast of the cool mint and warm honey was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through Natalie’s body.

Natalie’s eyes rolled back as she felt the orgasm building within her. “Yes,” she moaned, her grip on Jennifer’s hair tightening. “I’m going to cum all over your face.”

Jennifer didn’t miss a beat. She leaned in closer, her tongue flicking against Natalie’s clit in rapid succession, the sweetness of the honey enhancing the taste of her arousal. She felt her own wetness growing, the scent of their desire thick in the air as they pushed each other closer and closer to the edge.

Natalie’s body began to shake, her legs quivering as the orgasm took hold. “Oh, fuck, Jen,” she screamed, her body convulsing as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Jennifer’s mouth remained glued to her, lapping up every drop of sweetness, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch as she felt Natalie’s muscles clench around her tongue. She savored the taste of the warm, sticky honey mingling with her lover’s juices, the flavor a heady cocktail that fueled her own desire.

As Natalie’s climax subsided, her breathing still ragged, she looked down at the mess they had made, a grin spreading across her face. “You know,” she said, her voice still shaky with pleasure, “now we’re both covered in dessert. It’s only fair we clean each other up.”

Jennifer’s eyes gleamed with excitement, her mouth still sticky with honey and Natalie’s essence. “I couldn’t agree more,” she murmured, sliding off the bed and reaching for the warm washcloth she had prepared earlier. “But first, let’s take this to the shower. I don’t think we can handle much more stickiness here.”

The two of them stumbled to the bathroom, their limbs still trembling from the intensity of their shared orgasm. The steamy warmth enveloped them as they stepped into the shower, the water cascading over their bodies, washing away the remnants of their sweet indulgence.

Jennifer took the washcloth and began to tenderly clean Natalie, her eyes never leaving hers. “You know,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “I could do this all day.”

“So could I, but I have one more trick up my sleeve,” Natalie declared as she peed all over Jennifer’s thighs.

“Holy smokes, that’s fucking hot ... let me do that, too!” Jennifer shouted as she peed on Natalie in turn.

They both laughed, the sound echoing off the shower tiles, mixing with the sound of the water. The warmth of the shower washed away the stickiness of their earlier play, but the heat between them remained ... and then Jennifer shocked Natalie by kneeling to lick the pee off her thighs ... thirsty for her golden nectar.

Natalie watched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal, as Jennifer’s tongue slid along her skin, cleaning away the evidence of their playful pissing. “Jen,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, “you never cease to amaze me. Here, let me ... return the favor. We can’t do this too much longer ... the babies will be too far along and it would be dangerous, but one night won’t hurt them at this phase.”

With that, she took the washcloth from Jennifer’s hand and knelt before her, her own tongue tracing the path of the urine down her lover’s body. The salty-sweet taste was surprisingly delicious, a testament to their deep connection and the wildness of their love. They had come so far from their mainstream Hollywood lives, embracing the dark, primal urges that the Cult of Baal had awakened within them.

When Natalie parted Jennifer’s cheeks again, to taste of her lovely anus, the latter couldn’t help but squirm and moan from the delights of being rimmed yet again.

Natalie took her time, her tongue exploring every inch of Jennifer’s ass, savoring the sweetness of the ice cream and the tangy hint of their earlier activities. “You taste like a fucking sundae,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust.

Jennifer’s eyes rolled back in her head as the sensation of Natalie’s tongue on her most sensitive spot sent her spiraling into another climax. “Oh, Nat,” she moaned, her legs threatening to give out. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Believe it,” Natalie whispered, standing up and pressing her naked, dripping body against Jennifer’s. “This is us. This is who we are now.” She kissed her deeply, the taste of their combined flavors mingling on their tongues.

“Here, my turn, let me,” Jennifer insisted as she now knelt to rim Natalie’s sweet, sweet ass.

Natalie’s breath hitched, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure washed over her. “Fuck, yes,” she whispered, her hands braced against the shower wall to keep herself upright. “Jen, you’re ... oh, oh, oh!”

“Will you two hurry up and get to the living room ... we have another movie marathon, remember?” Scarlett Johansson half-seriously teased them.

Natalie looked over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Coming, Scarlett,” she called out, her voice still shaky from the intense pleasure.

“To be fair, I was killing the time with a threesome with Blake and Ryan,” Scarlett referred to her ex, Ryan Reynolds, and his current wife, Blake Lively.

The two lovebirds shared a knowing smirk, their sensual play a stark contrast to the casual tone of Scarlett’s voice. They rinsed off under the shower, their hands gliding over each other’s bodies with a familiarity that spoke of countless shared moments of passion. Despite their pregnant bellies, the two remained insatiable, their desires only growing stronger with the knowledge that their time for such indulgences was limited.

“So, according to the latest ultrasound, we both have sextuplets ... one from Baal himself, one from Hiram, one from Maurice, one from Ryan Gosling, one from Ryan Reynolds, and one by that business major in the dorm,” Natalie reminded Jennifer, “pretty crazy, right?”

Jennifer shrugged as they returned to the living room to join the other three, only to find it an ambush ... Scarlett, Blake, and Ryan grabbing them and shouting, “Happy Birthday!” to Natalie. She had clean forgotten, and the look on Jennifer’s face proved that she was in on it, as was the large crowd of folks who popped out from all over her mansion ... wild, right?

The room was filled with the sound of laughter and cheers, the smell of incense and candles mingling with the faint scent of sex that still lingered on them. They were surrounded by friends and fellow cult members, all dressed in flowing robes that hinted at the debauchery that was to come.

“But guys, thank you, but it’s just past midnight, barely the right day!” Natalie half-heartedly protested.

“Shut up, Nat, we know how much you love surprises!” Scarlett winked, her hands already pressing a ball gag into Natalie’s grasp, “by the way, here’s the first one ... your birthday spanking!”

With that, not skipping a beat, Ryan began paddling her with one swat for every year of her life ... her cheeks burned with pain and pleasure ... and she squirmed with delight with every last swat ... it was amazing how well they knew her by now. That was especially proven when they put her on a spreader bar and began inserting things into her rectum ... mostly fruits and veggies, of course ... but that was just a start.

Jennifer watched, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire, as Natalie’s ass turned a delicious shade of red. She couldn’t help but lean in, her tongue flicking out to catch a drop of sweetness that had formed at the base of Natalie’s spine. “Mmm,” she murmured, “I think it’s time for my present.”

With that, Jennifer applied some cold lube to Natalie’s anus, pulled out the last veggie, a pickle, and slid into her with her strap-on dildo attached to the thigh harness that Natalie didn’t notice until now ... since she had just put it on, of course.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Natalie screamed out, the coldness of the lube and the sudden fullness making her body convulse. “More, Jen, more!”

“Oh, yes, honey, you’re going to be gang-banged all night long ... well into the morning of your birthday, babe!” Scarlett told her while Jennifer continued to sodomize her.

The room grew even more electric as the realization of what was happening sank in. Natalie’s heart raced with excitement, her body already craving the sensations she knew would come. The crowd of cult members and friends had formed a circle around them, their eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation.

Jennifer began to pump her hips, sliding the strap-on deeper into Natalie with each thrust. The feeling was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made Natalie’s knees wobble. But she took it, eager for more, her moans echoing through the room.