How long does it take for one to relieve themselves of longing?
A few hours? Days? Weeks?
For Abaddon and his wives, there was no definitive answer.
The nine of them spent twelve entire days with firm grips on each other's bodies and calling our each other's name.
Their passion was so intense, that the bed that had supported all of their loving escapades before had broken under their relentless actions.
But of course, that did nothing to stop them from continuing and indulging themselves until their bodies and souls were fully content.
Though even then... it still felt insufficient.
In the core of his very being, Abaddon was a monster who embodied lust.
He wanted nothing more than to subsist off the bodies of his most precious women for as long as time would allow.
But as long as there were obstacles against them, this wish of his would have to go unfulfilled.
'Though... maybe that's for the best for right now.'
