Collide Gamer

Chapter 208 – Soaring at a climatic high [Erotic Content]

John smirked, “Well, I’m more than up for it.”

“Mile-High Club?” Thana asked. “The fuck is that?”

“In summary, it is a rather questionable ‘tradition’ of having had sex on an airplane or a place of comparable altitude.” Lydia unbuttoned her shirt as she gave the explanation. “It sounds like a good way to spend our time.”

Thana giggled insistently, “This is how I get huh…? Fuck me, yes, I’m in please fill me the fuck up, John! Make me part of this giant ass orgy!”

The enthusiasm was unexpected, but not unwelcome. For all the pain he had suffered because of her, Thana was adorable and erotic in equal measure. They said to never stick one’s dick in crazy, but what if crazy was so darn cute?

Most of the elementals didn’t need to be asked. Salamander, Gnome, and Undine quickly disrobed, meaning that their ‘clothes’ simply disappeared. “Mhm, this will be fun,” Siena commented, having teleported behind Gnome. The nightmare elemental's claws had made way for delicate fingers, and she quickly started rubbing them over the stone elemental's crotch.

“Wha-?” Gnome cried out when Siena carefully inserted a finger, struggling a bit against the sudden grasp. That only caused the sadistic elemental to go further.

“Oh, come now,” Siena purred into her ear, gently biting Gnome’s neck, “we are sisters now, no reason to be shy.”

“Th-that’s just…” Gnome, against her better judgement, moaned. A first sign of surrender that made Siena lean into her aggressive approach with increased intensity.

The nightmare elemental slowly worked Gnome’s pussy, the elemental’s legs becoming weaker and weaker, until she was brought to orgasm. All of that took Siena less than twenty seconds. “That’s it, love, let your guard down,” Siena said, licking her fingers. If she was surprised by the lack of pussy juices, she didn’t let it show. “Been a while since I had the pleasure of an earth elemental. Evidently, I still got the touch. Now, Gnome,” Siena grabbed the rock elemental's head firmly and pressed her against her own crotch, “repay the favour.”

John, now naked himself, watched the lesbian engagement with mixed feelings. He far from minded when haremettes played with each other, but women outside the harem were a tad more difficult. He let it pass, in the end. For one, because it was hot, and, more importantly, because Siena wasn’t a stranger. Once he had resolved the mixed feelings, he turned his attention to the short woman walking up in front of him.

Thana, hands on her wide hips, stood before him in all of her nude glory. He had seen her naked before, as a matter of fact he had seen her naked in several instances. However, all of those had been accompanied by dangerous or otherwise un-erotic circumstances, to put it mildly.

Now, he got a nice view of her curvy body. Her breasts were sizeable and firm, a pleasant shape that drooped ever so softly. A flat midriff, showing soft muscle definitions, sat right underneath. All of it was rounded out by those hips and utterly fantastic thighs. They were on the cusp of being too thick for her size, straddling that line with erotic precision. John looked at the rest of her smooth legs and feet just to get the complete package. Her toenails ended in that same dark shade of red as her fingernails.

John only realized that he was eating her up like she was a piece of meat when he was done staring. Something about the way the short woman stood before him, grinning, blushing, and looking up at him, just had his usual reservations disarmed. Something inside him stirred, watching this terribly powerful woman turn around and bend over.

“Looking at your bottom-heavy girlfriend I am just going to guess that you are an ass-man, Newman,” she explained as she wiggled her hips seductively. The roundness of her ass did indeed make for an attractive target. It wasn’t quite as meaty as her thighs, but it was definitely part of a matching pair.

“You really have a…” John struggled for a few moments to find a good word for it, “…breedable figure.” Thana’s grin grew wider, almost manic at that description. A moan made John look away from the display in front of him for a moment. ‘They’re all so perfect, in their individual, flawed ways,’ he thought as he looked at each of the present women in turn, taking in their oddities and shortcomings.

Thana was too pale. Aclysia had a slightly plastic look to her. Undine was translucent and blue. Salamander’s red skin and occasionally flaming hair was a bit weird. Sylph’s own hair was too long and often whirled around in annoying ways (also, she was tiny). Gnome’s figure was hidden behind an unsure body language. Lydia’s ass wasn’t the greatest. Siena had an hourglass figure so curvaceous that it reached absurdity. Rave’s tits were small and her lower half was so perfect that her upper-half paled in comparison. Momo had a slender frame, not particularly blessed in any way.

None of his girls had flaws that made them unattractive. They weren’t balanced, they were all individuals, perfectly unique women who all decided to allow him to stick his dick into them. ‘I am a very lucky man,’ John reminded himself.

Speaking of Momo, the support had decided to also join the fun, meaning that this orgy encompassed almost every single one of his harem members. There was Nathalia, whose body was as close to perfection as any of the girls got, but she had horns and showed the first signs of aging (as early thirties do, although she was over ten thousand years old). She was also notably taller than John, which was-

“You know, I disappear because I almost have to bawl, and then you guys just start an orgy without the supreme courtesan. UNFAIR. THIS IS UNFAIR! AN OUTRAGE! I mean, the total and utter disresp-disre…DISRESPECT, for my position, that is mean, also why is Gnome currently eating pussy like a mad girl?! I WANT TO EAT PUSSY LIKE A MAD GIRL!” Sylph chirped as she, already naked, appeared.

Thana, still wiggling her fat ass in front of John, gestured over the room. “Just pick a fucking hole already,” she half-whined, half-giggled. “You’re the only phallic thing around, pick a slut and rail her.”

John considered for a moment, then gave Aclysia the permission to grow out her in-built strap-on. Catching it in her periphery, Thana laughed her crazy, carefree laugh. “You people are so fucking weird! Still, 9 to 2.”

“I can take care of four,” Undine said in her melodic, rarely heard voice. Her hair parted into tentacles, ready to tickle the itches of those who needed it in John’s absence.

“Mhm, I can, aaaah…,” Siena moaned. By this point, Gnome was totally under her (purely erotic) sway, lapping at her cunt with long, submissive strokes of her tongue. “…take another two.” From the nightmare elemental's back sprouted several tentacles, more than Undine could produce.

“That looks like ya could take care of way more,” Rave commented.

“I like to be thorough with my -ah- victims,” Siena said and then let out a soft giggle that turned into a purr. “Yes, penetrate me with your tongue, Gnome. Pleasing me is all that matters right now.”

“Huh, you fuckers actually got this orgy thing down,” Thana said. “Ah, whatever, now smack my ass, John.”

The Gamer blinked. “Pardon?” he asked. The crass demand was beyond what he had expected and that barely asleep urge inside him wrestled with his already compromised reasoning. His cock pulsed eagerly.

“I want you to use that stupid hand of yours to slap my fat ass and I want you to make it HARD!” Thana sounded progressively more excited. When he hesitated for another second, the swaying of her ass and thighs came to a halt. “Are you not… into that?” she asked, suddenly so much less confident and aggressive in her tone.

The stirring thing made John move before he could formulate an answer. The smack of his hand across her round cheeks echoed through the airplane. Sharp, the sound bounced around, underlining the deep, throaty moan that Thana let out in response. Her ass tensed up, ending the jiggling of her cheeks.

“Harder,” she whimpered, giving John reason to pause. He should have expected something like this when he had decided to stick his dick in ultra-crazy.

Actually, this was still surprisingly calm compared to what she could have been into. John raised his hand and then smacked her ass again. This time she was prepared and kept herself relaxed, making her pliable derriere jiggle like jelly on a plate, about to be devoured. Thana let out another sharp moan.

“More?” she begged, her voice now girlish and submissive. This was nothing like the occasional spanking he had given Rave, Nathalia, or any other of the girls when the mood struck him. This was something more primal, more satisfying, and something he most certainly enjoyed. There was sadistic glee in each of the smacks that followed, but more important was the rush of dominating the pretty little psycho like this. She was just such a willing, pretty thing, offering her ass like this.

Thana growled in lust. Each time he spanked her, red outlines of his hand appeared on her cheeks, only to be healed away a moment later. The primal side of John took over, as he wondered just how strong he would need to smack her in order for the imprint to stay a bit longer. With all of his strength, he gave her a harsh slap across the ass, creating a ripple that went down her clenched thighs. The white hairs on her mons glistened with caught wetness. Thana was practically gushing.

The treatment did not just hold John’s attention. Rave wandered over. Like everyone else, his girlfriend was naked, showing off her nicely maintained figure, a balance struck between athleticism and sexiness. “How do ya enjoy it… this much?” the Gamer’s girlfriend asked, more curious than anything.

The answer was slurred with lust. “Dunno, maybe I am a masochist by nature, maybe the years of pain fried something in my brain, do not give a fuck, just fuck me up, please.” Thana’s eyes were hazy from the first wave of genuine lust she had felt in her life. She looked over her shoulder. “Do what the fuck you want with me, John, I can take it. Use me, fuck me, fill me, abuse me, I’ll let you do whatever you want,” the blood mage promised.

For all of the primal desires that she stirred in him, for all the dominating instincts that urged him to explore them, the Gamer still wished for lovemaking to be worthy of the word. “Let’s start with this.” John spun her around and gently kissed her on the lips. Whatever cruelties Thana had expected or wanted, this succeeded in getting her to moan as well. The dots in her eyes were now just a golden ring.

Their kiss was utterly led by him. Thana had no experience, that much was clear. Standing bowed over her, John explored her hot little mouth. Her tongue carefully wrestled back, as if she was afraid she could displease him. It was such a stark contrast to her usual behaviour that the Gamer felt his passions rise further. Their kiss became ever more feverish. He loved this.

Thana yelped when a new smack sound echoed through the plane. “This is pretty fun,” Rave purred, her hand squeezing Thana’s heart-shaped pillow of a butt. To make things slightly easier, and to feel those plump thighs, John lifted the masochist. Her arms wrapped around his neck for extra stability, her soft pubic hairs rubbed against his cock, and she just melted between him and his girlfriend. Kisses from the front and spankings from the back.

The smacks Rave delivered came with ever greater intensity. Her Strength exceeded his and that had a notable effect on how much the serious masochist screamed into the kisses. Curious just how far that could be pushed, John reached out with his mind to Aclysia. ‘Hello?’

There was no answer. A glance to the side quickly revealed why. Aclysia was currently fucking Momo. The two Artificial Spirits were closely intertwined, pale bodies incapable and unwilling to let go of one another. Since they were both enjoying themselves, John chose not to push the issue. There was someone else who could help him with this.

 ‘Gnome?’

‘Aaaah, y-y-yessss?’ the stone elemental half moaned, half stuttered. She was still being dominated by Siena. The nightmare elemental had put Gnome onto one of the seats and was now using her left hand's re-emerged claws in a careful fashion to draw teasing lines over the earth spirit’s body. The mastery over the sharp finger-blades was quite impressive. When her fingers did tease Gnome’s pussy they were normal and she never quite allowed the stone elemental to climax.

‘Could you come over here really quickly?’ John asked.

‘A-a moment please, I am s-so close,” Gnome pleaded just as Siena pulled back again.

‘What do you intend to do with my toy?’ Siena chimed in.

John showed her an image of Thana currently being smacked as hard as Rave could. The nightmare elemental understood, ‘Mhm, I will cut this one’s torture short then.’

‘Oh, thank Mother Earth!’ Gnome’s exclamation was followed by rapid moans. The fingers that had only teased her so far suddenly plunged into her tight cunt. Siena rapidly masturbated the brunette, who put her hands over her mouth to muffle the ecstatic cries that escaped her when she suddenly and intensely orgasmed. Siena evidently knew how to maximize her victim’s enjoyment.

Gnome, heavily breathing and wracked by aftershocks, moaned a final time when Siena pulled her fingers out of her. “We’ll continue this later,” Siena promised and turned to Salamander. The red-skinned elemental was the second girl tangled up in the shadow spirit’s tendrils.

“Trying to dominate me will be a bit harder, stabby-bitch,” the fire elemental challenged her with a wide grin.

“I do enjoy a bit of breaking,” Siena purred, and John’s view was blocked when Gnome came over.

“Thanks for getting me out of there… Siena is...” A moan and the bickering of Salamander and Siena in the background interrupted Gnome for a moment. “Intense? Is that a good word for it? I don’t want to offend anybody, I am just saying that she is very much, uhm, uhh.”

“Calm down,” Rave giggled and pat her on the head; “Intense is fitting, iwouldsay,” she added, slurring her words.

John finally broke the kiss with Thana and then turned to Gnome. “I want you to slap her ass as hard as you can,” he got straight to the point.

“Y-y-you want me to what?” Gnome stuttered.

“You heard me,” he smirked; “Aclysia I couldn’t get and you have the second highest Strength in this group.”

“Just do it, you incineration chamber building bitch,” Thana demanded; “I can take it.”

“Uhm, uhh,” Gnome was still heavily unsure as Rave pulled her into position.

“Come on, just a bit of a smack,” she whispered into the earth spirit's ear. “I’ll reward ya.”

“B-b-but,” Gnome looked at her hand.

“Oh for fuck's sake, just think about that time I killed your ass and then slap mine!” Thana groaned.

Gnome closed her eyes and, with a cute war cry, raised her hand. There was neither skill nor proper aiming in the way the earth spirit delivered the flat of her hand, but Thana didn’t need either. Her blueish, pale ass rippled under the brutal impact. For one moment, she just existed, then Thana screamed as this final bit of pain pushed her over the edge.

The masochistic orgasm was only prolonged by John falling onto one of the seats. Thana came to straddle his lap. Twitching, her scream reached a new zenith when he playfully bit her left nipple. Her wet sex grinded along the length of his cock. “Ffffuck… fuuuuck meeeeee,” Thana exclaimed, between begging and cursing.

John realized that this may have been the first orgasm she had ever had. Whether that was true or not, he wouldn’t stop at the one.

“Good job, Gnome, let’s leave the masochist and the bully to it for now.” Rave winked at her boyfriend and left him with the panting mess of a woman. John smirked, he knew that she would come back to claim him when she felt like it.

“Fuck me… for real?” Thana, in a little more controlled tone, asked. Her pussy continued to glide up and down his slick member, making her shudder. She could have impaled herself at any point, but seemingly refused to do so without permission.

“Oh, ready yet?” John, the bully inside him now fully awake, asked.

“Of course, I am ready, my pussy is like a fucking waterfall,” she mumbled.

“Okay, I’ll fuck you…” John took a dramatic pause. “…if I get to choose the hole.”

“Kinky asshole,” Thana giggled, raising her hips in anticipation of his choice.

“I’ll fuck your mouth then.”

“Asshole!” Thana scratched the adjective. Her outraged tone belied the swiftness with which she glided off him. Thick thighs squished when she knelt in front of him. There was no anger in those fascinating, amethyst eyes of hers, just eager anticipation of what he would do next.

“Aren’t you eager to please?” John asked.

“You are the massive pervert with experience. I am just somebody who, for some fucking reason, gets off on getting slapped on the ass. You can take your sarcastic anecdotes and shove them up your ass, while I figure out how to give a blowjob,” Thana said as she reached for his dick.

Immediately, he stopped her hands. “I don’t want my balls to become scrambled eggs, thank you,” he said and stood up. “I said I would fuck your mouth, and I meant that, just kneel there and keep your mouth wide open.”

Thana raised an eyebrow but did as she was told. Her perfect teeth were even whiter than her skin. Her tongue moved at the bottom of her mouth. Even it and her gums were tinted slightly towards blue, giving them a purplish colour.

Grabbing her by the hair, John thrust into her mouth. Despite his desire to release after all of the minutes he had spent rubbing up against her cunt, he moved carefully. The last thing he wanted was to trigger her gag reflex. He remembered what she did to most things she touched.

That only made it more exciting though. The danger, the fangs, the control he had over a woman who could have bent his spine like a pretzel, all of that was just exciting. After a few shallow thrusts, he noticed a look of boredom on Thana’s face. It stayed even when he was beginning to invade the back of her mouth.

‘Well then,’ John thought and did as he had originally intended, slamming right into her. Thana’s eyes went wide, when his cock rammed past the base of her tongue. The tip of his cock met the back of her throat. The tip of her nose met the smooth skin of shaved groin. He was surrounded by wet walls, shifting and vibrating from a muffled moan. ‘Looks like she is enjoying this.’ John gripped her head a little more harshly, pulled out a quarter of the way, then rammed his cock right back down her throat.

What had started as boredom went into a surprised visage and then into a hazy mixture of pain and pleasure. Her throat was completely blocked by the shaft of John’s hard cock, she could only breathe if he allowed her to – and he decided to push her as far as he could go.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought against her gag reflex. The need to breathe became stronger with every passing second. Gagging sounds, accompanied by the first drops running from her eyes, glassy with masochistic delight, caused John to finally pull back further, exiting her throat long enough for Thana to take a single, shallow breath through her nose. Barely enough for her to stabilize, before John reclaimed her hole for personal usage.

The lack of oxygen and the abuse turned her masochistic brain into mush. John could see every last bit of attitude leave the submissive cocksleeve. She loved every second of him relentlessly fucking her face. Her hands were between her clenched thighs, clumsily rubbing her cunt. John was fairly certain that it was the usage of her throat that did so much more for her. Between inexperience and asphyxiation making her movements sluggish, the masturbation could not have achieved much.

Not that it mattered much. The submissive kneeling in front of John was ruined in the best sense. Her half-lidded eyes rolled up, while he was just using her for his personal enjoyment. His personal enjoyment demanded that she loved it too, but he could not at all pretend that the rush of power wasn’t giving every last of his thrusts an extra bit of force. He hadn’t felt this hard in a while.

‘Shit, I REALLY like this,’ John realized. All of the things he had heard related to BDSM and the likes suddenly made so much more sense. The idea of stringing this little cocksleeve up and teasing her for hours made his cock twitch. The fantasy only stayed with her for a moment, swiftly expanding to the rest of the harem. Various ideas, from roleplay to training ran through his head. Obviously he would have to find out how submissive or masochistic each of them were. Hell, he would have to explore how much of a sadistic dom he himself was, before he could say definitively how far he wanted to push this, but just the idea of it…

The thoughts pushed John to the edge of release. Thana’s tight throat kept producing wonderfully loud “GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!” sounds while he raced to his orgasm. He considered warning her, but why warn a cocksleeve about something she wouldn’t hear anyway?

John thrust into her one last time, then pulled halfway out. His balls tightened, sending his seed up his shaft and down her throat. The combination of being used, her clumsy masturbation efforts, and the taste of his cum, the tastiest thing she could want courtesy of his Libido Perk, sent Thana right over the edge with him. Muffled screams made John’s orgasm that much better. Spurt after spurt of his seed vanished down her gullet.

When he finally stepped back, his still erect dick waiting for the next round, he looked for his next partner. Surely Thana would need a few moments to regain her breath. The girl spent about two seconds coughing, then she had restored her regular breathing pattern and licked the remaining seed from John’s length.

“Holy shit that stuff is awesome,” she commented, her lips curving into a wide grin, “got any more?”

“Your regeneration really is something,” John commented.

“Dude, you fucking saw me living without blood in my body,” Thana reminded him with a cackle. “The only reason I even WAS asphyxiated was because I chose to not convert any mana into oxygen in my blood.”

“Huh,” John just said. That should have been reassuring, but it somehow made him disappointed that he wasn’t in complete control. ‘Yup, I am definitely really into this.’

“Anyway, fuck me proper now, please,” Thana begged, suddenly giving him the big eyes of someone pleading for a visit to the ice cream truck. She laid on her back, her tits parting slightly as they obeyed the pull of gravity, reaching out to John with open arms. “Or am I… not good enough for you?” she asked in a concerned tone. “Don’t want to fill this messed up thing?”

Was that a genuine worry or a play? John couldn’t tell. Worst case was that she made fun of him if he took it seriously; if he didn’t and she was genuine, he would hurt her feelings. Therefore, he went to her and lifted her just a bit off the ground, into a hug. “Of course you’re good enough,” he reassured and felt the tenseness of her body vanish.

“Thanks,” she whispered. The vulnerable tone was quickly replaced with her half-crazed demand, “And now fuck the shit out of me, you emotional bastard.”

“I think I will have to do that.” John took her by the wide hips, then parted her legs. Positioning himself between them, he angled his cock at her eagerly awaiting hole. She had been fucked before, but unable to feel anything, it hadn’t been anything, so when he penetrated her with skills to increase his pleasure output beyond what a normal man could hope to give, she was entirely unprepared.

That still didn’t make John expect her to instantly cum and rip a tear into the carpet with her hulk-level strength. Her whole body tensed up, her spine arched, her breasts quivered from the twitches and her ragged breaths. “Choke me, daddy!” Thana begged.

John could hear the record scratch in his head. “No.” John stopped, balls deep inside her. A moment of clarity amongst all the horny. “No, do not call me that. That’s the line.”

“What? Re-ah-lly?” Thana was still in the middle of an orgasm, but surprise cut it short. “I thought… some fucking thing in me says that people find that hot!”

“Well, I don’t,” John stated, decisively. He wanted to end this discussion before it became one. Rather than talk about this, he wanted to fuck her – hard. “Do you understand?” he asked, his tone harsh and demanding.

It did more than just end the discussion, Thana shuddered as if he had just given her another hard smack on her pillow of an ass. “Okay, no calling you da- the word,” she surrendered in a meek voice.

Pleased, John got back to moving. To get back into the mood, he started with short and quick thrusts. Her pussy lips were stretched around his cock. That she was on the smaller side made him feel even bigger. Although her cunt also was tinged purple, giving it a cold impression by pure visually, her actual body was every bit as hot as every other one of the human women in the room. Quivering walls massaged his length with every stroke. The overflowing wetness made the progressively deeper motions easy.

“How… mhm FUCK,” she moaned and screamed out. Her back arched again, and came to a quivering rest, while she tossed her head with each impact. “Fucking, non-existent god of mine that you hid this awesome shit from me for so long,” she growled as he, slowly, went from fully outside to fully inside her. “How are we on the cho-ahn-choking?”

“Just because it's you, and it makes you shut up.” John put a mean grin on his face, which Thana answered in kind.

“Fucking get to it then,” she demanded.

John placed one hand on her throat and squeezed. He went harder and harder with it, until Thana’s eyes rolled up and she could only produce tiny noises.

It felt wrong on multiple levels to close his hands around her neck and just squeeze with the genuine intention to take full control of whether she got to breathe or not. She wanted it and it made him feel in control at a level that was dangerously rewarding, but it rubbed against his common sense.

This, John realized, was as far as he was comfortable with. Images of binding Thana up and putting her on some sexually perverted torture device went through his head. Yes, that he would do, probably, if she wanted to. Going further than choking on a scale of harm he could do? No, that fantasy was uncomfortable. He did not want to cause actual harm.

Skirting the line, however, made him feel incredibly good.

He barely noticed how hard he was hammering Thana's pussy. There was absolutely no regard for stamina or proper pace. The moment his hands had touched her throat his body had just gone ahead and done whatever it wanted with her, and it was putting both of them into a realm of ecstasy.

Thana’s eyes were completely incapable of focusing, rolling around without any target. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Periodically, she managed to push out a groan. Primal curiosity made John ease his grip, and he was rewarded with an ear-shattering scream interwoven with stupid, mad cackling. He basked in that sound for a moment before he closed his grip again. Thana’s bottom was curled, achieving just the right angle for John to plunge into her as deep as he possibly could. Her legs crossed behind his back, locking him in position. She made him unable to pull out completely, not that he wanted to.

Hard; his every thrust was hard. Slapping; the sound their hips made echoed throughout the lust-filled plane. Moaning; the distant sound of the other passengers. Swaying; the decently sized tits of the small girl in front of him. Reddening; the shade of her face as his grip tensed. Twitching; his dick as his orgasm dawned. Hard; his last thrust just as hard as every other. Deep; he unloaded inside her.

Thana meanwhile was just a mess. As he spurted into her pussy, all she managed to do was further destroy the carpet. John kept on choking her, until her violent, orgasm fuelled thrashing made John fear for his arms. Her legs had him in lockdown as his seed, the giant loads having just become standard now, flooded her womb. Some windows popped up, but he dismissed them. He could check Gaia’s jokes about putting his dick in crazy later.

Instead, he did what he wanted and played with her breasts as he waited for Thana to calm down and ease her legs enough to let him go play with someone else. He licked the salty sweat off Thana's left nipple, relishing in the moment for a bit, and surveyed the situation.

Rave had finished with Gnome, who was now getting pounded by one of Undine’s tentacles. Three other girls were in the water spirit’s grasp.

First, Momo, lying on the floor getting both pussy and mouth penetrated by blue tentacles. Second, Sylph, hovering above Undine, getting her pussy assaulted from below as she gave one tentacle a blowjob and another one a handjob, making a face like she really wanted to say something, but would have to stop sucking to do it (and without a doubt that second tentacle was tactically placed by Undine to prevent her from getting enough time to start a rant). Finally, third, Lydia, having both her ass and pussy pounded doggy style, moaning with a remainder of stern grace as she bit her lower lip and suppressed her moans.

John was suddenly no longer surprised why she hadn’t said anything about the ripped floor. She just hadn’t noticed. He quickly fixed the carpet before she could. Well, he tried to, but Craft merely restored some integrity to the edges. A look at the non-existent stain where Thana had dripped on the carpet while he had been face-fucking her made it clear why. ‘Self-washing carpet, neat,’ John thought and made a grimace, ‘and probably extremely expensive. Guess she will throw a fit later.’

John continued his scan of the room as his fingers dug into Thana’s soft tits, causing her to let out a raspy moan. Her post-orgasmic state was only prolonged, keeping him in place, but Gaia would have to smite him down in order for him to stop playing with those glorious breasts.

Speaking of glorious breasts, Salamander, with her double D-sized tits, was still in the web of Siena’s shadowy tendrils. The fire spirit was on the receiving end of hundreds of small assaults teasing her. “Just give in,” the nightmare elemental moaned, herself currently riding Aclysia’s face. “It will feel so good.”

“You will have to try harder,” Salamander cackled, her tone betraying an underlying tension.

John noted, for the future, that leaving Siena alone in any sexual situation would make her take control and dominate just about anyone. That pushed his competitive spirit, at least. ‘Can’t be upstaged by anyone else,’ he decided. If he was going to lean into this BDSM thing, he would do it properly.

Lastly, his girlfriend found herself riding the artificial dick of Aclysia. Despite being right next to Siena, Rave was not touched by her in any way. Probably her dislike of being controlled kept Siena from even trying. “Oh, fucking hell, they are having fun without us,” Thana, finally back from the land of twitches, complained.

“Well, I would like to join that fun,” John said. “It’s not an orgy if you only have sex with one person.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Thana agreed and unfolded her legs. She moaned, when he pulled out of her. For one moment, her eyes went wide. She shifted, glanced at him, gulped, opened her mouth, then smirked. “I-it’s fine if I become part of that tentacle business, r-right?”

“It’s not an orgy if you only have sex with one person,” John repeated. He wasn’t sure what she was nervous about, but mood swings were far from unexpected by this point.

On fleet foot, Thana jumped up and twirled over to Undine with the uncaring steps of a child, having learned that there are colours in the world, or a madwoman. Either way, after looking at her pale ass for a moment, John picked his own target. Not that there was a lack of haremettes to choose from.

He made his way over to the princess. Gasping as she had both of her lower holes penetrated by Undine, she didn’t see John coming and only realized his presence once his dick was in front of her face. Her glassy eyes looked up to find John with an expectant smile. “Want to try triple penetration?” he asked.

“Honestly, I’d much rather have you in my pussy right now,” Lydia forced out words one by one, holding back her moans, “but I don’t want her to stop either, I just feel so fucking good.”

“Not an answer,” John commented as he guided the tip of his cock to her lips.

A bit of his precum smeared on her lips, after an especially powerful thrust of Undine’s tentacles caused the princess to rock forwards. Instinctively her tongue darted outwards. His precum didn’t possess the strong taste of his seed, but it was still delicious. She let out a throaty moan before she could control her voice and then nodded without another word, opening her mouth invitingly.

John’s cock eased into her mouth to the rhythm of Undine’s thrusts. The dam that held back Lydia’s moans was soon broken, and the cries were now muffled only by John’s dick. With great glee, he went deeper, and, with even greater glee, the princess took him in.

The princess wasn’t a masochist like Thana was, he didn’t need to experiment to confirm that, so he skipped the whole asphyxiation stuff and just enjoyed a heated blowjob. Lydia’s voice derailed further and further, obviously enjoying getting all of her holes stuffed. Her braid, usually so nice and tidy, had become a mess, strands freeing themselves from the bundle.

Wishing to see her truly messy, John pulled off the iron ornament that held the braid together. Her long, auburn hair unravelled in a wonderful display. Of course, that meant that John now had to hold back her hair in order to prevent it from getting in the way of the wonderful service that his cock experienced. A worthwhile sacrifice. The slight disapproving greying in the princess’ blue eyes was fucked out of her within seconds. One could only care for so much while drowning in pleasure.

As Lydia’s muffled moans became sealed screams, John felt his balls tighten, and for the third time, he came. He sent a silent thanks to the Source of Satisfaction Passive allowing him to just bust a nut every five minutes. Combined with his Endurance, letting him cum twice in a row without questions, he was basically eternally hard.

Lydia guzzled down his delicious semen with deep enthusiasm. From the way her mouth vibrated around his cock, he guessed that she was cumming just as much as he was. It was pretty hard to tell at that stage, as Undine had been fucking her for at least ten minutes already. His eyes fell on the blue water spirit, and he licked his lips. He had just found his next target.

Lydia kept sucking his dick tightly, her cheeks hollowing and her lips sliding up his hard shaft until his dick went free with a satisfying pop, cleaned of everything but the brunette’s saliva. There was a slightly disappointed moan when he left her behind. He would be back later.

Undine saw him coming and immediately spread her legs for him. She was sitting on a pillar of her own slime, her elegant legs fully formed out and her ladylike curves on brilliant display. That was the clearest invitation he could get, but Undine topped that off with actually saying something. “I want you.” Her voice was a melody of pure erotic desire.

The slit between her legs was as cool as he remembered it. Highly dense slime enveloped his cock, creating a slippery sleeve. Undine was already quietly panting from all of the pleasure she was receiving from fucking all of the other girls with her tentacles, but his thrusts made her sing.

Every time he slammed inside her, her surface rippling under the force, he coaxed a crystal clear note from her – a perfectly struck chord, a wonderful melody he could unleash by following both of their bodies' desires. A slight touch on his spirit, Undine opened up to him. It was only on the surface, but it was more than she usually allowed herself. He took it, and their lust intertwined.

Their bodies were still separate, but John could feel the pleasure he brought her clearly, and even more, he could feel how her tentacles penetrated every other girl as well. The contraction of Gnome around the one inside her pussy as he heard the stone elemental squeal out in a shivering orgasm. Sylph’s mouth, ever tingling with electricity, sending pleasurable jolts into the tendril, as the one inside her pussy pumped with winded-movements.

John could clearly see his cock penetrating the slime girl's translucent body. Back and forth, it travelled a path that stayed perfectly tight with each move. Undine’s melody built up to its climax as she sung her lust out into the world like a siren of myth. Her tentacles went into overdrive, fucking all four of the girls at the receiving ends until the tentacles stayed all the way inside them, ceasing when Undine’s multi-facetted orgasm began. The slime of her pussy pulsed with quick, milking contractions. That pushed John over the edge of and into his own climax.

The white liquid shot into the water spirit. The many spurts were pooled in some kind of womb-esque chamber. It did not stay there for long, getting absorbed into the slime girl once their orgasms had run their course.

With a wet ‘splorch’ his dick came free just as Undine relaxed. The tentacles lost most of their tension for a moment. Mostly, that wasn’t a problem, as everyone was firmly seated. Everyone but Sylph, who now fell from above and right onto John, who barely managed to catch her. In doing so, he managed to lose his own balance. Sylph saved him from an uncomfortable impact via quick air magic.

They landed with her on top of his cock. Little bits of slime had rubbed off on her during her stay above Undine, coating her like a sheen of oil. The air spirit did not wait a moment to rub her slippery cunt all over his cock.

“Best landing position ever,” Sylph chirped and immediately impaled herself on his erection. “Mhm, oh yeah, that’s Johnnie’s dick alright, goes deep into me and just fucks its courtesan right where she needs it. I mean Undine’s tentacles are nice and all but this is just so much better. I love this. I also love tentacles, man, why don’t I have two pussies to get fucked in? Hey, Hey, John can you do that?”

John didn’t answer. First, because he was currently experiencing the wonderful, yet terrifying, thing that was having Sylph take the reins during sex. Her pussy was a storm around all of the sensitive parts of his cock. Her essence had been stirred into high action already, by all that had come before.

That storm only grew in intensity as Sylph bounced up and down over and over again. Her green hair flew in overexaggerated ways as she panted and, of course, talked. “Oh man, oh geez, oh, darn it, this is the best, you know, I could do orgies all day, all week, all month, all year. Can we introduce a national orgy week where everyone just has sex? That would be so cool. You are so deep inside me, Johnny, I just wished you could go even deeper. I-am-so-close-to-cumming-please-don’t-stop-ever.”

The second reason why John didn’t say anything was that Undine’s now unoccupied tentacles slithered their way over and, with a swift movement a thinner, permanently lubricated, one penetrated Sylph’s ass.

“YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!” Sylph cried out, her eyes suddenly rolling backwards as the surprise butt sex came at the same moment as her climax. John wasn’t nearly as close, however, and neither was Undine one to let her prey go like that.

Still, Sylph going into full ‘fucked stupid’ look, just from being double penetrated was surprising. Then again, she always had a Libido that was around John’s, so her being extremely sensitive was a given. He just didn’t expect her to have such a strong response to having both of her holes filled at once.

“Oh fuck me, and do it properrrr,” she babbled, while John put his hands on her hips and then started doing exactly that, thrusting hard into her from below.

The storm inside her became a hurricane. One orgasm rolled straight into the next one. Undine’s tentacles curled around Sylph’s glistening tits and teased her nipples. The tendril in her ass worked like a piston against John’s rhythm, pushing in whenever he pulled out.

“Yes, yes, yes, yessshhh,” Sylph blabbered even as her tongue lolled out, “thish sho good, go on, fuck my tight little holes, fill me up, Johnnie, fill me up, pleashe, I want your cum, I want your cum.” That plea was heard and spurred John to maximize his speed. For a time that could have been seconds or minutes, he hammered up into her, making her bounce with every impact.

With a final thrust, pulling Sylph firmly down at the same time, he emptied his balls into the tempest elemental. He let out a lustful groan that was overpowered by Sylph’s wordless shout, her mouth forming a wide O.

The moment John had shot his last bit of semen into Sylph, Undine lifted the air spirit back up and filled all three of her holes before she could talk again.

“Hey!” Momo complained. The tentacles used to fill up Sylph had been withdrawn from her in the process. Her white eyes met John’s. They shared a moment of contemplation. “You’ll do,” she then declared and, in a surprising gesture, spread her pussy for him. “Come on, you don’t get this without sarcastic commentary every day,” she informed him. Not that he was hesitating, he just needed a bit of time to crawl the distance.

“You must really want it to just come to me like this,” John mused as he grabbed her by the ankles and stretched her body until her knees were almost next to her head. He placed his grip a bit lower until he could comfortably start eating out Momo’s pussy in this position.

“Wha-wha-whaaaaaaaaaaat,” Momo cried in a mixture of pleasure and confusion as his tongue penetrated her folds. She was spread already by the tendrils, but the lubrication for those was basically the same stuff he was lapping up anyhow. “Can’t you just fuck me?” Momo cried out in pleasure, clearly the tentacles had left her at the brink of an orgasm. John realized that this was probably a gift from Undine to him.

‘I will make you cum at least twice,’ John told her between licks. Then, he redoubled his efforts. He figured her out the same way he figured out all of the other girls he used his Nimble Tongue on. Eventually, the walls of the pussy under his mouth were just a series of buttons he could push to get different moans from Momo, each of them music to his ears.

Even if they were accompanied by a bit of verbal abuse.

“And here -ahhh- I tho-gngh-thought that you would just do what I want for once, you perv,” Momo complained, her flat chest rising and falling as she took ragged pre-orgasmic breaths. “B-b-b-but,” she shyly added, “I have to beg you not to s-sto,-” she took a deep breath and then shouted as the climax rolled over her, “-Oooooooooooooooooooop!!!”

John circled her clit as her high point continued. Her orgasm was still ongoing when he stopped his oral efforts and pushed her legs, which had been somewhat raised during the time he spent not looking, back down. He aligned his dick with her gushing wet snatch. Momo’s eyes, clouded as they were with desire, still shone with a keen intellect. In a submissive tone she rarely, if ever, used she said, “Please, and I will only say this because I got horny and you will not hear me say it ever again, because you will never deserve it again, please, Master, fuck me now.” Okay, that middle part was spoken in her usual, cynical tone, but it still did the job.

Seemingly all of his girls knew exactly what to say to get him all kinds of riled up. This wasn’t worrisome; his harem was his heart and soul, and if they knew him well enough to say exactly what he wanted to hear, that was just perfection with tits. Perfection+.

“You little brat,” he hummed, pleasantly annoyed. Slowly, he eased himself into Momo’s pussy, methodically invading her post-orgasmic sensitivity. A drawn-out moan started as high-pitched and quiet, changing until it ended as a deep-voiced sigh, when John had impaled her with his whole length.

Using his grip on her legs and only his feet on the ground as anchors, his hips moved in abrupt thrusts. Once more, John marvelled at his own progress: a movement like this would have tired him within moments, half a year back, and now he barely broke a sweat.

Momo’s upper body was writhing as best she could, pinned to the floor by her creator’s weight as she was. Knowing that he was genuinely in control here made John smirk, and he sped up his thrusts. “Oh, Master, yes,” Momo gasped, giving him a surrendering gaze. She said that for more reasons than just exciting him. Was she another submissive or was she just in a peculiar mood? Who knew? John was too distracted by the contractions of her pussy around him. Her folds continuously rubbed over his dick as their orgasms drew nearer.

For a moment, Momo broke down all barriers between them and intertwined their spirits in what felt like a kiss of the mind. He felt her conflicting feelings for him, how this pleasure she was feeling was something still foreign to her, how she disliked how she over-thought every social interaction by default and thus ruined all of them, how she loved comprehending everything she could. At the heart of her turmoil lay a question of what she was. Was she pleased to be his because she was his creation, could she like him independently of who they were, was he not a slaver in some way?

At the moment of their shared orgasm, John’s own multi-layered responses flooded back into her. All of the trials and tribulations he had gone through with Aclysia were shared in one blissful moment. The hate was dulled and the love was strengthened. There were no further words needed, just a combined outcry of pleasure, reaching soaring highs as their pleasure combined and multiplied; he felt his seed running into her and her squirting against him. Her eyes closed as she did nothing but delight in the moment as the two of them finally came to an understanding.

With a last groan, John pulled out, his seed spilling from the now unsealed gap. “I’ll…” Momo gasped, “…need a break…go look after Gnome for me, will you?”

“Exactly what I was planning,” John answered and gently brushed a bit of Momo’s pure white hair from her eyes.

She put up a mocking smile, “Yeah, sure you were, you perverted Master.”

“Well, my intentions aren’t pure. This flight is still going to last over an hour, so I hope to fuck you again in a bit,” he smiled back and kissed her on the forehead before getting up.

“John,” Gnome moaned when he stepped close. “I-I-I uhm,” she stammered and avoided his gaze, pulling her limbs close as if there was anything on her body that she needed to hide. It didn’t hide the fact that she was moaning from the tendril her sister still had inside the stone elemental’s pussy.

“I have seen all of it, you cute stone, you,” John said and kissed her on the lips; “what is it that you want to tell me?”

“I-ehrm, you, ehm,” her eyes darted to his, to the side, she moaned, she blushed, her flustered body turning prickly as her embarrassment and lust made her head as red as a tomato. She looked at him again, opening her mouth in firm conviction. “I CAN’T DO IT!” she shouted and then put her hands in front of her mouth, “Uwuwuwuwu, sorry that I became loud, uhm, uhm, uhm, just…” she opened her spirit to him and he read her intentions.

Well, now he wanted to hear what she was saying even more. “Gnome, stand up and bow over the seat,” he instructed. With a sigh of relief, thinking that she would get away without any teasing, Gnome obeyed. She was wrong, of course.

Now that her cute little butt was presented to John, who stepped over the still slithering blue tendril with one leg to get to his target, he grinded his dick along the valley of her ass. Her skin was smooth as polished marble, firm as stone and yet as pliable as flesh, a feeling that was foreign at the start but after months of fucking the cute elemental regularly, he felt nothing but satisfaction in this.

“So, what exactly do you want me to do?” John asked.

“Wha-?” Gnome blushed deeply, her mouth a pleading frown, her whole face a display of begging not to audit her thoughts. “Y-y-you know!” she cried out.

“I know that you want me to do something with your butt,” he teased and continued to grind his dick between her cheeks, “for the rest, I respected your privacy.”

A blatant lie, but Gnome was too flustered to call him out on it. Her goal right now was to somehow convey what she wanted to say without saying it. “I mean you and ehm, your d-dick, I, uhm.”

“Where do you want my dick?” John interrupted her and grabbed his cock to guide it into the general direction of her back entrance. “Here?”

“Y-yes!” Gnome quickly replied.

“And how do you want it?” “

…You are so mean…” Gnome sniffed, then sighed as the tentacle kept her thoughts burning in the fire of lust. “Uwuwuwu-Aaaaah,” she moaned.

“Come on, say it,” John pushed her along. “Say, ‘I want your dick deep in my ass, John’.”

“I-I want your hard cock deep in my tight and needy butt, John,” Gnome changed what he said into a slightly more perverted version. Not that he was complaining.

An easy thrust forward, and he was inside. The great thing about Gnome was that she didn’t need any foreplay whatsoever. Despite being as dry as a stone in summer heat, her holes were always, somehow, slippery, and so John could penetrate into her ass by just pushing past the tightness of her sphincter.

Gnome let out a fulfilled, deep moan that John took as a challenge to transform into shouts of erotic enjoyment. It was always the same with Gnome: at the start she had her walls up, but as bliss mounted, she forgot herself and just started moaning like the closet-pervert she was. Her defence was already considerably weakened by the sexual teasing at the hands of Siena, Rave and Undine she had lived through in this orgy, but now, filled with John’s skill reinforced thrusts, it broke down completely.

Soon enough, under the pumping of two invaders at her bottom half, her mouth produced nothing but loud gasps and half-shouted moans. Single words like “Yes” and “Deeper” motivated John to continue on, until he painted her insides white. The twin tails of the earth spirit whipped through the air as Gnome tossed her head backwards and howled at the ceiling. Her sphincter clenched tight around the base of John’s cock, as he put a massive load into her back entrance. She came with him, her scream turning silent and her twitches into spasms just as his cum began to flood her.

If she could, Gnome probably would have pleaded for a pause, but Undine just kept going, and over-sensitive from having just orgasmed, Gnome didn’t manage to get a single word out.

John now turned to the other half of the room, where the situation had changed slightly. Siena had finally gotten Salamander to admit who was in control, although the blaze elemental wasn’t exactly submissive about it. Her captor had another, way more willing toy in the shape of Thana to play with, who was tied up and doing everything she was told.

Rave on the other hand now had Aclysia to herself and was getting pounded into the ground by the artificial guardian. ‘I will keep my favourites for last,’ John decided and went over to Siena. The nightmare elemental had put her two victims side by side on the ground and was making a show to Salamander of how well she treated Thana.

“Just give in completely,” Siena purred, her fingers plunging in and out of Thana’s cunt, as her sharp fingers held her by the neck. The blood mage wasn’t even saying anything at this point, just gasping and moaning in the heat of the moment.

“Look, you edgy fuck,” Salamander answered with a smirk, “this feels pretty nice and all, but if you are trying to break me like this, it will take forever. Just go ahead and fuck me, and save us both the embarrassment of this whole torture thing.”

“Tsk,” Siena clicked her tongue, then she noticed John; “Oh, Master, finished up with the plain girls? Ready to receive some real fun?” she asked, leaving Thana to her tendrils. Siena’s hands, shifted back into human ones, glided over her curvy figure, from the seductive hips to the ample chest.

“Plain is unfair,” John said, his dick twitching, his sack as heavy as it had been at the start of all of this, “but I am here to fuck you - if you let me.”

“Ooh?” Siena softly sighed with interest and chuckled; “Do I hear a bit of submission from you.”

“Not… particularly,” John denied, thinking carefully about it. “I don’t mind if you want to be in charge, but I won’t be a toy if that’s what you want. There has to be a middle ground that we both enjoy.” John gave her figure another up and down. She WAS a stunning creature. “I’m willing to explore.”

Siena’s lips curved into a fang-revealing smile. “You might be more fun than I originally anticipated, John Newman.” She stepped up close to him, whispering the next words directly into his ear, “That makes you so much more murderable.”

“Yes, yes,” John said, groping her beautiful, bouncy butt, “just tell me where you want my cock. Or do you want to suck it?”

“Giving blowjobs is beneath me,” Siena stated in a nonchalant tone. John wasn’t surprised by the refusal, he had already seen her Oral skill of F. Evidently, she disliked using her mouth for anything but talking. “No, you will fuck me proper,” Siena sighed, “lift me on your dick, show me how upright you are, Master.”

Fucking while standing, now that was a position John didn’t use often. He did as he was told and pulled Siena off the ground and aligned her with his dick. She weighed basically nothing, which made the experience of penetrating her clearly dense pussy slightly confusing.

Yes, confusing was indeed the best word to describe what he was feeling once he was inside her. The wet, hot feeling of being inside her reminded him of surprising blowjobs in the morning. It was highly confusing, to feel like his whole body was under a warm blanket, his dick caressed by a beauty he could only imagine. He was lulled into a false sense of security, as he was penetrating the woman who would rather do nothing than ram something pointy into him (and that penetration would not cause ANY pleasure whatsoever). It still felt really good.

“I used to be a sadism elemental, you know?” Siena purred as her legs closed behind John’s ass, anchoring her in position. “I know what makes men crazy.” The walls of her pussy turned from a gentle caress to milking pulses. The world went white from the extreme pleasure he was feeling in that short, blissful moment. John, despite anything he thought he knew about sex, came immediately.

As his balls emptied into the nightmare elemental, he struggled to stay on his feet. The sudden pleasure made his knees weak. “Mhm, yes,” Siena sighed, her back arching downwards as she let her upper body hang from him, all of the tension holding her up in her legs; “It has been a while since I felt a strong man’s seed inside me.” In a flash she was back up to his face. “I even cut short my fun,” she purred; before passionately pressing her lips on John’s as he came a second time in a row.

He remained hard, painfully, oversensitively so. He was ready to pull out and recharge. “Mhm, now I got around 4 minutes of you being a dry well,” Siena sounded disappointed and playful. “Guess you’re just like all the others after all. Can’t even make me cum once. Are you even worthy of my attention?”

John clenched his teeth. He would not be humiliated, not in this way. His will urged him to fuck her, show her what he could do, but his body remained locked up.

The tendrils attached to Siena’s back moved Salamander between them. The equally weightless fire spirit was confused. “What the fuck is this about?”

“If my teasing won’t break you,” Siena said, “maybe an indirect taste of what you are missing will at least make you furious.”

Not seeing Siena, somehow, let John gather enough of himself to start thrusting. He held Siena by her luscious ass and pumped in and out of her despite how oversensitive he felt. In front of him, Siena continued to tease Salamander. Shadowy tendrils cupped her fiery red tits, while fingers teased the tall woman’s sides and thighs. The fire in Salamander’s coal black eyes spoke of fury and orgasms never reached. If John didn’t have to concentrate on his own performance, he would have said something encouraging.

But that would entail opening his mouth, and his teeth were fervently clenched as he forced himself to thrust into Siena again and again, even as his dry balls cried out and his hard, overstimulated dick just wanted to rest. There was a bigger thing at risk here than slightly uncomfortable sex: his ego.

His was the sexual power of a generation of gamers dreaming of their own harems filled with cute and sexy girls. He was living the dream, and no matter what obstacle may come in the way of his dick, he was going to fuck it, in one way or another! If Siena wanted to test his endurance with her stupendously pleasurable quim so be it. He would not surrender to this maniac.

The moment his balls refilled, he would come again, he had no doubt about it. Thus that would be when he lost. He had to fuck her brains out before then. Siena was letting out a series of throaty moans. Salamander’s tits swayed in front of John. The fire spirit turned her eyes to John, curled up and framed his face with her hands. “Give her hell, stud,” she declared and kissed him deeply.

John redoubled in his efforts. Nothing like a big-titted fire spirit to make a man exceed expectations.

“Wa-aaaah--- wait, wha-a-aa-aaaaa…-“ Siena’s almost mocking moans were replaced with genuine cries of pleasure. Her ever sexy voice was distorted by surprise. “You were not… you cannot… Oh, Mother you whore, what did you set me up wi--- Oh, shadows below, oh, yes, oh, OH YES, IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE AND-“

Whatever else she had to say, it was drowned by a long shout of unfakeable pure pleasure. Yet he continued. Salamander was suddenly thrown to the side, a series of curses leaving her as she rolled over the floor. He wanted to check on her, but he could not stop.

Siena again snapped up to him, her yellow eyes staring into the depths of his soul while he made her bounce. “You.” Siena slung her arms around his neck, short cries still escaping her when his cock sunk into her. “You are… mhmaaaking me cum… oh Mother, they weren’t all faking it you are actually… oh, none of the men I ever knew made me cum… I didn’t… you are actually. Give me more of this! Give me MORE!”

Siena’s usual composure was blown away by all-encompassing greed. Her pussy pulsed even stronger, and John groaned in painful bliss. A thrust, then Source of Satisfaction kicked back in, and the seed that appeared was shot into Siena just as suddenly.

“Oh, yes!” Siena pushed her whole body against him as his third release into her completely drenched her insides. Arms and legs tightly closed around him, she moaned again in a penetrative pleasure she had apparently never known. Girls ate her out until she came, her fingers worked until she came, but all of the men in her life had just failed. He didn’t. He had managed to do in 4 minutes what they all had been unable to give her.

Before John knew what was happening, he was lying on his back. His ego was restored, but he had awoken something dangerous. “I will own you,” Siena said in an excited voice, with a conviction in her eyes that surpassed even Nathalia’s. “Your dick will be mine and mine alone!” She was about to insert him into her snatch again, the purple nipples on her blue, big breasts quivering as she breathed ecstatically.

“LEARN TO SHARE, BRAT!” the only girl with even bigger tits screamed, as the blaze elemental delivered a drop kick to Siena. He looked with utter confusion as the nightmare elemental was not only hit but knocked off of John and out of commission. ‘Wow, to make her focused enough on me to be completely unaware of that attack, she really must need a good dicking,’ John thought, looking at the rather inelegant pose Siena, face on the floor, butt sticking out into the air, was currently in. ‘Am I seriously going to fuck her sane?’

“Attention here, John,” Salamander demanded as she took Siena’s place on top of his dick. “Ignore the shadow bitch, I am so fucking horny right now you will fuck me good, understood?!” Well, evidently, he had no say in the matter, so he just nodded as Salamander’s fiery pussy enveloped him. “Fuck, how long did that bitch tease me?!” Salamander moaned as she came the moment she had impaled herself all the way on his dick.

It was only a small climax, a first taste of liberation from over half an hour of teasing and edging. Salamander’s desire was burning her out from the inside, and every orgasm she didn’t have was one too few as far as John was concerned. Therefore, the only logical conclusion for Salamander was to continue riding John’s dick no matter what her body screamed at her.

“Put those hips of yours to work!” Salamander commanded. “I really need this right now!” 

“Sure thing,” John, regaining his confidence, agreed and grabbed Salamander by the hips.

Semi-solid fire enveloped him like ever-shifting walls, giving him all the pleasurable friction he could ask for. Yes, putting his dick into all sorts of elements felt weird, but damn him if it didn’t feel good.

“FASTER!” Salamander screamed, riding him with reckless abandon. She didn’t care for his stamina, she knew that he would outlast her anyhow; all that counted here was to get her into a state of constant orgasm. Her tongue lolled out, “FASHTER!” Salamander still demanded. Their hips were a blur of pistoning movements. “FASHTERR!” Salamander fell forwards, supporting her body by putting her hands on his muscular chest.

A hot, orange liquid, with an oily feeling to it, dribbled from Salamander’s tongue as she kept panting to the steady beat of their union. Her eyes, however, black as coal, always stayed on John’s until, with a particularly hard thrust, he came inside her. Her whole body convulsed. Her arms gave in, putting her flat on John’s defined chest. Her large tits laid atop his face in all of their heat and marshmallow softness.

After a few more seconds of hammering up into her, he came as well. His cum was the only liquid she happily took into her body. Every drop made her shiver inside out. Those shivers were hidden under the twitching of the finally unloading tension that had built-up in her pussy. Gently, John rolled Salamander off him. The fire spirit, lost in aftershocks, barely took notice.

It was time for the final two. Aclysia was still busy nailing Rave into the carpet, presenting her ass to John. He could either have them change positions or…

His eyes fell on Aclysia’s glistening, unoccupied pussy. He would neither see, nor run into the danger of touching her dick if he just took her from behind.

‘Let’s make this a nice sandwich,’ John thought and positioned himself behind his artificial guardian.

“M-master, please,” Aclysia moaned, feeling his presence behind her, “do it quick, I want you, I NEED you inside me!” She turned her head just enough to look at John with pleading, green eyes. Who could resist such a needy maid?

Her pussy was so wet that John, even dry as his dick was after fucking literal fire, could thrust inside without any problems. Her perfect cocksleeve of a pussy clenched around his dick. “Ah,” that wasn’t Aclysia who moaned there, “tiger, geth done sthere quickly! I need that shtupid good dick of yars ASA-ah-P!” Rave’s speech was slurred.

“Well,” John groaned, “I can give you an indirect fuck for now!”

He slammed into Aclysia with all of his might, and two girls yelped in response. He kept going at it, slapping Aclysia’s ass as his instincts told him to. The maid shouted, the smack and the fucking sending her past the point of no return. She came, her pussy clamping down around John’s dick. It was tight but not tight enough to keep him from moving.

With intermittent, strained breaths, scraping the bottom of his Endurance, he continued to pound her from one orgasm right into the next. Aclysia’s screams were silenced by her own ecstasy. She twitched constantly from the overload of sensations. Yet, she begged him to stay inside, unwilling to be used only for her own pleasure.

If there was any other true submissive in his harem, it was definitely her.

Aclysia didn’t move any more. When Rave moaned it was only because the hammering of John’s hips also put the artificial dick deeper into her. John wasn’t satisfied yet; he needed to do more, wanted to bring Aclysia to yet greater heights of pleasure. He wet two of his fingers on her gushing pussy juices and then pushed them into her backdoor.

The effect was Aclysia’s back arching. Her eyes rolled back, almost completely hidden by her silky, silvery-white hair. Over and over again, she chanted a single word in veneration and delight, “Master, Master, Master, Master!”

Aclysia gasped for air as she screamed that word, her sorry remainder of a consciousness grabbing upon the one she loved the most. Seeing her like this, hearing that in this state her only thought was still him, that sent John over the edge.

He pulled out at the last moment, splattering his seed over her back and wonderful bubble butt. How much he loved that ass. It was a large part of the reason he chose this appearance for her in the first place and seeing it ‘in the flesh’ never ceased to amaze – especially when it was covered in his white spunk.

He gave it another slap after pulling out, marvelling at how it jiggled. Aclysia, as if that slap had been the signal, rolled off of Rave a moment later. “I will…,” Aclysia had to pause to gather her breath for a second, “…leave you two to it, Master.” Aclysia managed to stand up and bow, before walking away.

“Good girl,” he told the maid, who trembled head to toe as if she was just about to cum again. She then walked away, to either help elsewhere or take a much deserved break.

Rave’s pussy was already agape from the previous fucking. Her pink hair was completely dishevelled into a mane that looked even wilder than her usual exterior. She smiled lovingly though, and the pink lustre in her eyes, which reflected John’s own sweat covered, heavy breathing form, danced with anticipation.

“Got yar,” she cleared her throat, “excuse me, sore throat.”

Her voice was indeed pretty ravaged. Not that it was going better for Lydia. Unlike Thana or John’s familiars, these two had human bodies. Sure, incredibly strong and durable human bodies, but they weren’t blessed with endless regeneration. Things would affect them sooner or later.

“Got your dick into everyone?” Rave managed to ask.

“Even better,” John smiled, his breathing stabilizing as they both used the pause, “I got my cum into everybody.”

“Well, here is hoping you didn’t knock anybody up,” his girlfriend joked and opened her arms and legs in an inviting fashion. “Here is one last girl that ya can conquer.”

“There is no part of you that I didn’t claim already,” John said and fell into her embrace. “Your wonderful hair,” he ran his hands through it, “your beautiful eyes,” he looked into them, “your glossy lips,” he kissed them, “your smooth skin,” his hand glided over it, “your satisfactory tits.”

“Ass!” Rave laughed and pinched his arm.

“That part is the best,” John grinned and kissed her.

“Enough of the romantic mumbo-jumbo, I’ve waited long enough,” Rave whispered and wrapped her hands around his neck.

“No matter who else I find, at the end I will always come back to you,” John whispered into her ear.

“What did I just say, tiger?” Rave warned him, although there was a big, happy smile on her face when John went to kiss her again.

Then he put his hard dick between the folds of her pussy and stretched her walls that little bit further. Simultaneously, their tongues twirled around each other.

Only slowly, he increased his tempo. He had enough ravaging behind and ahead of him, so he would take this moment of simple lovemaking. Instead, he concentrated all of his efforts on his kiss. Rave was more than happy with this, her hands resting on the back of his head, both of them moaning as their slow love sent pleasant shivers through their exhausted bodies.

The pace did pick up nonetheless and their bodies did demand more of that addicting physical contact, started by lust and fuelled by love. Soon there was a repeating squelching sound as John’s cock hammered into her with strong thrusts. Rave broke the kiss, “I know ya can go harder, just ravage my pussy, John,” she demanded.

“As you command, my lady,” John smirked and straightened up. He put one of her legs over his shoulder and straddled over the other one. Using the former as a handle, he now went for quick movements that hit her deepest part in rapid succession. The innermost folds rubbed along the sensitive edge underneath the head of John’s dick, along the whole girth and length of his shaft. He groaned and looked at his wonderful girlfriend.

“I love ya,” Rave said, looking at him the same way. “I really -aaaaahhh- lovvve yaaa,” her second attempt to sound romantic was completely abolished by an impending orgasm. John felt his own body get ready in response, to cum at the same moment as her was not just a wish but a habit at this point. “I love ya and yar stupidly goooood diiiiiick,” Rave screamed as her chest arched upwards. The skin of her breasts stretched, glistening with sweat. Her arms were half-crossed above her head, tensing and relaxing just like her whole body as John buried himself balls-deep into her.

The last of the women in the room to receive his cum did so amongst a mutual orgasm. They clung to each other, made out wildly and sloppily as his cock twitched inside her over and over again. As the heat of the moment passed, so too did the making out become gradually calmer. In the end, he hovered over her, just getting lost in those gorgeous blue eyes.

A cough pulled their attention to the side.

“Master,” Siena chimed in, her voice back to the usual calm, teasing tone. “I think we should continue where we left off.”

“What happened to, ‘I NEED YOUR DICK?’” John asked.

“Ja, ya total Yandere!” Rave stuck out her tongue and pulled John even closer. “My man!” she hissed.

“I would inquire when his services are available again as well,” Lydia joined them.

“What happened to Undine?” John asked.

The slime lady flowed her way into his field of view. “I like getting fucked so much more…”

“Stop hogging the cock, gum crotch,” Thana shouted. “This fucking has barely even fucking started, we will still be in the air for another hour!”

John looked at everyone. The entire harem gradually encircled him. Despite the alternatives, it seemed they all wanted him above anything else. He smirked. “Give me five minutes.”