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The Gamer Chapter 1590 – Birthday Orgy 5 – A Stranglehold [Erotic Content]
🕑 Added 2023-12-23 09:23:26 +0000 UTCJohn liked to think he knew what his haremettes craved.
Charisma, Wisdom, and just experience had given him a pretty good idea of what was expected of him. Sometimes that was a kiss on a cheek, sometimes that was a public spank, sometimes it was a long embrace. It could be a rough fuck, a loving and quiet night with a movie in the background, a nap in each other’s arms or just sitting there and listening as he vented. At times, he erred. He read the wrong one, he prioritized a small woe over a large one, or he did not manage to identify one at all. Such was the nature of relationships. Such was the nature of having a harem this large.
It was his genius that kept this together, his warm and harsh words, his assertiveness. Arguably, all of that was second to the harem’s own efforts to keep itself happy. At some point, the harem had transitioned from being his project to being a unique social group invested in keeping itself running.
All of that was pleasant to think about.
Right now, things were much simpler.
John sat in an armchair created by interweaving plant matter. As he played with the moss on the armrest, he wondered just how much his harem had directed his plans for the night by designing this place with certain activities in mind. On one hand, it all was too perfect to be coincidence. On the other, there were many other groves he had ended up not using (yet). Likely, they had put some parts in place with hope of a certain outcome and others just because they matched his proclivities.
A rumbling moan pulled his attention to the four women lined up in front of the armchair. Delicia, Lee, Eliana, and Scarlett, the four of them were seated on Sybians – had been since he had sent them away with Siena. Their arms were tied behind their backs, their ankles shackled to the toys. High frequency vibrations were keeping them in a constant state of bliss, racing towards their orgasms.
John was not so kind to just put a lock on their climaxes. No, instead he watched them closely, waited for the signs of climax, then diminished their sensitivity to the point that their orgasm was utterly ruined. They had their releases, but no satisfaction from them. It was a very calculated effort.
They knew he was there, of course. Not only because he had only been able to administer that deliberate ruining of their orgasms after he had arrived, but also because he spoke to them. “You’re a lovely sight, slaves,” he said. He would have looked into their eyes, if he hadn’t personally ordered each of them blindfolded. Ring gags in their mouths made their responses nothing but slurred moans. “Well, maybe calling you ‘slaves’ is too much of an honour. What do you think, Lorelei?”
The fifth of the group was worshipping his cock religiously. John wasn’t quite sure which sermon demanded that a nun, wearing nothing but a harness and a chastity belt, keep deepthroating his cock until she almost passed out, but he was certain Lorelei was reciting it in her head. Almost certainly, it had not existed before. Lorelei would have written it only for him, to keep herself calm in times of denied need, and to unleash herself when she was allowed to climax.
Not that she had been allowed to yet. So far, the cock sucker had only been allowed to grind her pussy against his leg. That was making her shiver constantly. “Your Master asked you a question. You are allowed to stop working my cock long enough to respond.”
Lorelei’s lips glided up from the base of his cock. When he popped out of her pale pink lips, thick strands of drool and precum still connected them. They bounced as she spoke, “It is not on this set of holes to question your opinion, my Master.” Immediately after delivering that response, she dove back down.
John had wanted to shove her back down, as a show of casual dominance, but she was impaling her throat on his manhood quicker than he could lift a hand. He chuckled. “How right you are, sleeve,” he said in his most domineering tone. “You all decided to make yourself my property for the night. For others, that may mean I would rein myself in, if just a little bit, but you five…?” He pressed the upside of his foot against Lorelei’s cunt. The magical chastity belt had moved out of the way as soon as he had wanted it to, leaving only her bare, smooth pussy. “You really are my property for the night. You’re just objects for my pleasure. Less haremettes or women than sets of holes.”
In response to his words, the four bound and immobilized cumdumps increased the volume of their moans. They were competing constantly with the buzzing of the machines that kept the nearly John-sized dildos inside their cunts and backdoors vibrating. Spasms tried to make them rise, sometimes even their worst instincts, but they were leashed too tightly to rise more than a few centimetres at a time. The slime cushions they straddled were absolutely drenched from their repeated squirting.
John took just as much glee in spiking their sensitivity just as they were about to climax as he did in driving it all the way down just after they did. “Oh, yes,” he gasped, digging his hand into Lorelei’s hair. The base of the braid made for a good grip. “This comfort hole is about to make me cum… I just might forget myself for a moment when I do.”
Hopeful noises filled his ears. They were too horny to play the part of faking it for his enjoyment; they desperately needed that one unruined orgasm. He made it a point to groan ever louder, while dragging Lorelei’s head up and down, using her throat as a cocksleeve. The comfort hole was doing her best to predict his pace and she succeeded.
“Such a good girl,” he grunted. The ecstatic vibrations of her throat were what pushed him over the edge.
He came down her throat. A cocksleeve like her did not get to enjoy the taste of his cum, unless he liked to see her swallow. At that point, John just wanted to be balls deep inside her, while they tightened and pumped his semen down her gullet.
The sounds of sweet desperation filled his ears. Lorelei’s rumbling moans reverberated around his cock, while the other four objects of desire wound atop their vibrating seat. “Isn’t that a shame, seems like I kept my concentration?” John teased them. The pleading sounds only grew louder. For all the gagged begging and frustrated groaning they did, their feminine tones never flowed into the annoyed or angry.
They loved this. Every second of denial and of ruined satisfaction was a different kind of bliss to their surrendered souls. John was their Master, whipping and bending their minds into whatever shape he wanted and they loved it.
Dragging Lorelei up, he had the depraved cocksleeve dangling by her hair. She was drooling, her expression vacant of anything other than utter submission. Lorelei was less a person than a highly enticing puppet in these moments. A fact that was only valuable because she was so much more outside the bedroom.
“God, do I love submissives that demean themselves,” John thought out loud and brushed gently over Lorelei’s cheek. “What are you?”
“Yoursh,” came Lorelei’s slurred and immediate answer. “Property… yoursh…”
“Did you forget how to speak properly?”
“Shooo… horny...” Lorelei practically jumped when he flicked her nipple. That alone would have been enough to make the seer cum. Despite Sylph’s best efforts, the white-blonde woman retained the highest Libido in the harem and being the only one in a household of nymphomaniacs denied daily or even weekly relief certainly was not helping her be reasonable. It spoke of immense willpower that she was usually functioning.
“Such a good toy.” John gave Lorelei a shove. She fell over, into the soft grass. He was swiftly on top of her. Two fingers sank into her cunt. Milky white eyes widened. Her tongue pushed out. Her entire body was prepared for relief that did not come. The chastity belt was still holding her back. He was masturbating her at a rapid speed, drinking in her incomplete spasms and whimpers. “When did I last allow you to cum? Must have been two weeks ago.” He moved between her legs, angled his cock for penetration – and then stopped. “You can wait a little longer, can’t you?”
“…Yesh, Masterrrrrr,” Lorelei groaned, her voice brimming with, what John could only describe as, ‘good girl energy’. He would have cuddled the living hell out of her, if that hadn’t broken the play.
“Keep masturbating until I get back to you,” he ordered and got up.
Lorelei followed his order fervently. Her fingers were moving not at a timid minimum, but at the harsh and fast speed of a woman that had every bit to prove. It must have been torture, of the most delightful kind.
John stepped over the quivering set of self-preparing holes and walked up to the other four objects of his desire. Each of the female toys was glistening with sweat. Their curves were so different, yet the noises they created so similar.
Scarlett, relatively tall, with her long, straight, red hair dangling behind her slender torso. The androgynous beauty was always so proud of her accomplishments. Often, she was bratty. By ideology, she believed deeply in the value of property rights. Tonight, she was his property and had absolutely no rights.
Delicia, shortest of the four, but largest in all other ways. Massive, pale tits swayed with every spasm running through her stacked form. The underboob was enough to gobble up the leather, as were the creases between thighs and hips. All around, the shortstack was a display of squish in all the right places.
Lee, somewhat average in body compared to the other four. Somewhat being the operative word. Her B-cups may have been on the smaller side and her slender, softly toned physique quite usual for the Abyss, but her ass and thighs, especially the latter, would have made her stand out in any other crowd.
Eliana, with thighs to die for, was the reason why Lee did not seem that outstanding. The pretty little psycho was by far the calmest of the four. Her spasms were almost controlled. Her medium-sized breasts rose and fell with rhythmic, if trembling, breaths. She exhaled through her mouth, making sure to create all of the sweetest sounds.
Smacking the white-blue haired masochist across the face triggered an orgasm he immediately had to suppress. “Pain slut,” he mocked her, much to her delight. Eliana was more than just a submissive, she was the submissive that had started John on his path as a dom. He knelt down in front of her, gripped her casually by the throat, and watched as her face turned red with growing, bottled arousal.
Her tongue stretched enticingly past her favourite ring gag. John pushed two fingers into her mouth. When she couldn’t control her strength yet, he had fucked that face relentlessly. During their first time together, he had spanked her ass until she came from the pain alone. Eliana was more than just a submissive, she was a broken freak.
Few things honoured John more than the fact that he got to take care of her.
Every memory, every bit of gratitude he had for putting him on this path of being the Master of the bedroom, spurred him on when he lifted her off the Sybian. Even Eliana’s absurd senses were confused when he pinned her to the ground. His hand on the back of her neck, he straddled her hips, appropriately wide for a woman as baby crazy as her, and pushed his cock into her agape cunt.
The dildo had widened her enough that he could slam into her, but not enough to make her loose. Walls contracted around his cock. A loud scream left the small slave, growing louder once it dawned on her shattered little mind that this one was running its due course.
Eliana was squirting in several intense waves. Her pussy clung to him as he pulled out. Her ass cushioned the impact when he rammed back into her. John grunted savagely, sounds appropriate for the way he treated his property. Eliana remained pinned to the ground, her hands bound behind her back, her ankles shackled to each other. She was prone, head in the dirt, and would remain so.
The lewd sounds echoing from her wide open mouth were silenced by the two hands wrapped around her throat. John clenched his teeth. There was no need to be soft with her. If there was anyone that could take the worst excesses of his sadism, it was her. That she was on the smaller side added so much to the enjoyment of dominating her like this.
Choking out little, high-pitched sounds, Eliana just kept on gushing. “Yeah, you love this,” John pressed out. “You love being my personal relief hole. I shouldn’t even call you a pain slut, you’re just an outlet for me!”
John let go of her neck. He dragged her hips up. Roped arms kept her face down in the grass, while her plump rear was made subject to a series of harsh smacks. Eliana could deny herself the ease of putting oxygen in her blood, but the regeneration remained instinctive. Each smack created a flashing mark of red that immediately healed over.
The marks did not linger, but the pain did. Each impact on her ass made her pussy grip his cock like a vice. By three smacks, she was cumming again. By eleven smacks, she was screaming. By twenty smacks, the hyper-masochistic cumdump was squirting from getting spanked alone.
John gripped her by the waist. His fingers dug into her lower abdomen. He could feel the muscles harden and relax. A relentless pounding followed. Pure ecstasy made the blinded woman’s back arch. Her head rose from the grass. Leaning forwards, John put his hand back on her neck and shoved her back down.
“You don’t get to raise your head, breeding sow!” he admonished her.
Even John was surprised that she was capable of cumming any harder than she had been already, but the word ‘breeding’ was triggering even more releases in her brain than his. Any semblance of control she still had over herself melted and she turned into nothing but a leaking, tight hole, swinging her hips for his enjoyment.
Unable to resist, John plunged into her constantly squirting pussy. There was nothing else to do but honour what he had made her and cum inside her. “I’ll fucking breed you,” he growled. “Soon… fucking soon…. Fuck, you’ll be…” His voice turned softer, incapable of keeping up the act. “You’ll be the mother of my… children!”
John pushed into her one more time. He fell forwards, while his cock tensed. Cum pumped into her womb in heavy spurts. Each felt thicker and more urgent than the last. An illusion or a reality that did not stay for long. The moment lasted longer than he would have asked for and not as long as he would have desired.
Both of them breathing heavily, John remained on top of Eliana. He barely had the presence of mind to prop himself up on his elbows. It wasn’t a problem for her, but staying on top of her with his full weight wasn’t fun. “I love you, I adore you,” he whispered to her, while his manhood tensed inside her again. “You’re just such a flawed, perfect woman. I don’t care if that makes no sense. Such a-“
He stopped, recognizing a pattern among Eliana’s groans that sounded like ‘Yellow’. A word that was important as it was one of the lesser safe words they had. It indicated discomfort or the wish to speak about something regarding the scene. Swiftly, John undid the ring gag so she could go into detail.
“…A… mother of your children,” she panted, regeneration keeping her voice fresh despite all of the screaming. “I’ll be… a… mother of…” That was as far as she got before a heavy aftershock made her tense up head to toe.
“God… you’re just…” John struggled to find an adequate compliment, so he went with the two words he knew she loved to hear, “…just such a good girl.”
Eliana grinned and then opened her mouth wide. The indication was clear and John put the ring gag back where it belonged. A moment later, he pulled out of her and put her back on the Sybian.
Taking a deep breath, John got into character again. It was as easy as slipping on a well-worn glove. While this level of sadism exceeded what he wanted to indulge in on a typical day, it was still part of him.
John utilized the mental connection he had to the control of the Sybian (technomancy really was nifty) to switch off the part for Lee specifically. The gamer girl turned house slave let out a variety of confused sounds. Working around her, her Master undid the shackles on her ankles, then her blindfold. By her arms, he dragged her to her feet.
“Run.”
“Huuuh?” Lee let out a confused sound. Her brown eyes were hazy. A slap got some focus back into them. He grabbed her face and turned it back towards him.
“Don’t question, toy,” he admonished her harshly. Her face squished between his fingers. Her lips contorted around the ring gag that kept her pearly white teeth on display. “Make this entertaining for me. You’re game. Run.”
Shoving her away, John waited for her to follow his command. Lee stumbled and tried to start running. She took two tumbling steps on jittering legs. She tried to balance out her weight, but her arms were still tied behind her back. Even a superhuman was prone to mistakes, especially one so utterly aroused.
After the third step, Lee fell. It was a graceless plunge, but the ground was soft. Heavily breathing, Lee was too busy rubbing her thighs together to try to get up. Even now, John had not granted them a single satisfying orgasm.
Strolling casually over, John let out a theatrical sigh – as if he had expected any other outcome. “Guess that’s what I get for expecting a set of holes to be capable of walking like a human.” Descending on Lee, he smacked his cock down on the length of her face. The hard manhood came to rest next to her nose, the head dribbling precum over her chin. “I suppose the only thing to do is to use you for what you’re good for.”
One wanton cry preceded him stuffing his cock down her throat. Lee’s slender neck bulged. Lewd, choking noises echoed from her agape mouth. John missed the tight seal of her lips, sacrificed in favour of the ring gag.
‘Can’t have everything,’ he thought to himself and sighed, the heat of her throat enveloping him. While his balls rested against the nose of the dark-haired woman, his hands glided down her sweat-slick curves. She was hot, almost worryingly hot, the sexual torture pushing her physique to its limits. His thumbs brushed over the pointy nipples, crowning petite breasts, then down her stomach. He kissed his way down from her solar plexus to her navel. She tasted salty. The fresh sweat had a pleasing fragrance. “At least you taste good, sleeve.”
John dragged his tongue over the Lover’s Will mark and to her utterly drenched cunt. Taut skin over hard muscle was replaced with the softness of her mons, then the swollenness of her outer lips. A minty sweet taste touched his tongue.
‘She’s still using Jane’s shampoo,’ he thought, amused, then groaned when the light contact with her clit caused the cumdump to moan around his manhood. John sat up again, pulled out of her throat, and let her breathe. “Since you can’t be entertaining to me, you don’t get to be creampied.”
“Uh-huh!” Lee moaned agreeingly.
“At least you know that you’ve been a bad girl.” John said and pushed his cock back into her throat. “But! Keep that mouth nice and angled for me to fuck you as I have my fun with your lower hole and I might change my opinion later.”
Lee’s tongue greeted him with the feverish need to prove herself worthy. True submissives were such a delightful breed, as eager to be punished as they were to get the reward. John would have shook his head, if he didn’t love it so much.
“And press those thick thighs against my head nice and tight!” he gave his final demand, before diving back between her legs. His order was swiftly heeded. Lee’s smooth legs embraced his head, surrounding him with a perfect mixture of fat and relaxed muscle. His tongue got to swift work in penetrating her twitching folds.
His hands found her butt, round and soft, and gripped intensely. Lee’s moans filled his ears while he kneaded that bouncy bottom for all that it was worth – which was simultaneously nothing and everything. The first gush of pussy juice soon filled his mouth, his dedicated touch coming with the privilege of actual orgasms.
Propping herself up on her shoulders, Lee’s entire purpose in creation was to align herself well for his repeated thrusts. He was fucking her face relentlessly, sometimes turning his gaze down to look up her glistening midriff and tits and to where his cock made her neck expand. It was the kind of merciless ramming that not even porn stars would attempt. For one, because even porn stars were not as deviant as they were. More importantly, because porn stars wouldn’t trust the male actor as much as Lee trusted John.
He was lingering, at times, for longer than she had breath. John was measuring his aggression carefully. He kept her dizzy and light headed. Between asphyxiation and intense orgasms, she would not be able to formulate a single thought. A true sex high, making her just a sleeve for him to shove his cock into over and over again.
Lorelei moaned at the side. The seer was still working her cunt. Her hips were bucking almost as intensely as Lee’s. The difference was that between a woman that got to climax and one that did not and – more importantly – one that had her Master eat her out and one that had to rely on her inferior fingers.
John accelerated further, on both ends. His face was soon dripping from Lee’s repeated gushes. Although not as intensely as Eliana, the harem’s youngest was squirting often enough to make one hell of a mess. A mess that John all too eagerly partook in – until his climax announced itself.
Barely, he managed to stay out of Lee’s mouth long enough for her to take three good, deep breaths. When he slammed back into her, he did it in the knowledge that he could stay inside her for a while. The shifting of the muscles behind the walls of her throat soon finished him off.
He came and so did she. Pressed against his face, her pussy was filling his mouth while he pumped cum down her throat. It was either the least or most unusual exchange of fluids. Either way, John was happy to partake in it.
Again sitting straight, John let her ride out her orgasm without further stimulation. He just remained in the comfort hole until he was satisfied and her breath ran short. Once outside, he let out a long sigh. “Good girl,” he complimented her. “I’ll give you your creampie later. For now, back on the Sybian.”
Lee tied back down, John moved up the chain and untied Delicia. For her, it was a full undoing of all the bindings, leaving her only gagged and blindfolded. That was because John had a plain and effective plan for the shortstack.
Wrapping his arms around her, he bent her legs up. Her knees were next to her head. Her lower legs dangled just as uselessly as her arms. Tits jiggled as he stood up. John held the well-endowed woman in front of him like some kind of trophy, then lowered her onto his cock.
Delicia’s pussy juice gushed in several uninterrupted streams from her cunt. Her snug little hole made for a wonderful sleeve. Having just been inside Lee’s throat, John was given a swift reminder of just how fantastic pussy felt. A crude thought, an obvious one even, but it was true. Fucking a woman’s face was wonderful, but nothing compared with the proper hole.
Pinning her upper back against his chest, John drew his hips back and then slammed up into Delicia. The carriable cocksleeve came again on the second thrust, renewing her torrent of pleasure. For a few more thrusts, he held her just like that, before deciding to go for a stroll.
The walk was bouncy. He made up for the lack of thrusting he could do while on the move by having her jiggle up and down. John could feel the momentum in all of her squishy bits, her fat ass, plump thighs, and massive tits. “Isn’t she just such a convenient walking toy?” John asked Siena, when he met her at the edge of the main clearing.
“I do envy that you get to fuck a package as you walk,” the shadow spirit responded and twisted one of Delicia’s nipples as he passed by. The shortstack screamed, her tits every bit as sensitive as Salamander’s and Nathalia’s. John was blessed in that department, each of his big titted haremettes could orgasm so easily from wrapping those pillows around his cock. “May I take the previous group down for a bit? Their legs might get sore.”
That was doubtful, but John allowed it. He was preoccupied with shifting Delicia around. He managed to sink one of his own hands into the pliable flesh of her chest. He kneaded greedily, emerged in the main clearing, and looked around at a scene of moderate debauchery. Rave and Salamander were making out while Sylph lapped at the feline Lightbearer’s cunt. A few metres removed, Lydia and Gnome were engaged in mutual masturbation, following the scene. John’s ears picked up further moans from where he had left the previous group tied up.
“Mhmmaster,” Rave greeted him with half-lidded eyes. “If I may inquire, how many more of your sex slaves are you yet to use?”
“Three,” he answered simply. He did not ask why she wanted to know and she did not ask further questions. “I’ll be busy with this good girl for a little bit longer.”
John made it a point to casually walk around the edge of the clearing. Each step along the way, he was bouncing a dripping wet sex toy in front of him. Once he had made the full circle, he got on his way back.
After returning to the glade where he was playing with the most submissive of his haremettes, John headed for the armchair. Again, he stepped over Lorelei, as if she wasn’t even there. The seer let out a sound of glee at being deliberately ignored like that.
Placing Delicia on the backrest, he locked his fingers behind her neck and then started to simply fuck her. The folded up ‘walk and fuck’ toy was entirely at his mercy. The moss-covered surface was all John needed as a point of resistance to drive into her cunt hard and fast over and over again. His seat of choice became drenched in the love juices of the portable hole, but if John cared about that, he would have needed to have his orgies in a pool.
He was pounding and pounding, until he finally locked up and rammed against her pillowy ass one last time. The world was made of stars and sounds of female euphoria and desperation. Seed painted Delicia’s insides whiter than her pale skin. The constant contractions of her insides milked every last drop he had to give out of him.
Fortunately, his balls refilled instantly. There was no recovery period for the Gamer – most of the time. Sometimes he was so out-fucked that he needed a mental break. This was not one of those times.
Still hungry for more, he rapidly put Delicia back into her position, then unbound Scarlett. With her, he was even less creative.
Tossing the redhead into the grass, John was right on top of her. He pulled the ring gag from her mouth, only to kiss those pink lips. “Not a word…. You’re property…. Your only value is to be fucked!” he ordered her between kisses. The gorgeous set of holes obeyed by doing the only thing she was allowed to do: moan and wrap her legs around his hips.
The mating press was a position as much ruined by memes as beloved for just how hot it was. Pushing her into the ground, arms and legs wrapped around him, John just rutted into her with uncreative vigour.
A few times, he adjusted his angle, unhappy with the volume of her cries. Little adjustments had great impacts when hammering a woman like he did. Soon he found the right spot to repeatedly glide along and push the sensitive spots along her folds. From there, it was just simple and constant pounding.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound dominated the room. It dominated John’s consciousness. It overpowered Scarlett’s screams and Lorelei’s moans. It certainly overpowered the whimpers of the three slaves on the vibrators. He had put them back into orgasm lock, his mind too distracted now to micromanage them – besides, that river had been crossed.
He was inside the last sex slave whose insides he could freshly claim tonight. He wasn’t done, he wouldn’t be done even after Lorelei got to find her relief. This night would continue for hours, during which he would continuously push each of his sex slaves to their individual breaking point. He wouldn’t rest until he had used them all as much as they were comfortable with and left them as spasming messes.
Scarlett’s hot pussy gripped him tightly. The sheer amount of lubrication she overflowed with counteracted the tightness. Here she was, another proud woman, someone that commanded more wealth than most nations did, obediently shutting her mouth and taking his cock. Her slender body was his bitch.
“I’m going to hug you so much later, you adorable bitch,” he whispered into her ear. He could hear the little hitch of amusement in her moans. His tone had been unwaveringly dominant, but that would have only made it funnier. “Don’t you laugh, cocksleeve. Your Master wants to take care of his property. You’ll be a… fuck…” He stopped and grunted, the hammering taking a toll on his mind too. “…I care for my property. Other people polish gems, I’ll be kissing and cuddling you until you can’t help but grin the entire day you – wonderful – fucking – good – girl!”
John finally came to a halt, slamming into her one last time. He held his breath, while his balls tightened for the twentieth time over the past… however long it had been. A semblance of satisfaction settled on his mind, now that his seed had touched all of his haremettes in some way, shape or form.
Once his orgasm ebbed away, he moved sluggishly. He managed to put Scarlett back in her place, then returned to his armchair. Reclining as much as the set backrest allowed, he let out a long breath and closed his eyes. “Lorelei, ride me. When I cum, you will too.”
There was rustling. There was a wet hand on his leg. There was a quivering cocksleeve dragging herself into his lap. She straddled him, she descended, she screamed, she rose, she moaned, she fell again.
John just smirked, doing absolutely nothing but listening to the deprived and depraved woman bounce on his cock. Nun, priestess, whatever the proper title for her was, the holy woman was muttering various mantras of worship to herself. ‘Master’, ‘Gamer’, ‘Saint’, ‘John’, each of those words had the same level of dedication to it.
Perhaps the hottest thing to come out of denying Lorelei her regular pleasure was just how much she worshipped him when she was allowed to get it. In every way, she respected him deeply. He was her man, he was blessed by her deity, but that respect was reined in by his express desire for her to treat him like the flawed person he was.
Here, he had no flaws – at least they pretended he didn’t. Here, he was Master and she was slave. She could live out her greatest fantasies of venerating him and she did. She did it with screamed and whispered words, with jiggling tits and gripping folds. Lorelei was a toy for his pleasure by her choosing, an autonomous doll seeking only to satisfy her holy owner.
And if that wasn’t extremely hot, then John did not know what was.
John felt the touch of someone against his legs and opened his eyes to see Rave settle there. She was only the first one. Most of his harem followed closely, kneeling down around him. The initial semi-circle of clean and prim haremettes was now an ocean of flushed, messy and stained forms. Hair was dishevelled, harnesses pulled out of position, some had lost their gloves, others their boots, some both, all were sweaty and wet and covered in traces of cum and dragging tongues.
Shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, ass to knees, they knelt next to each other, all of them staring at him – save for the three girls on the Sybians still blindfolded. They formed a gorgeous backdrop to Lorelei, who just kept on riding him with the kind of reckless abandon one could not imagine a usually so meek woman to engage in.
Tits swayed up and down, hair flew, and Lorelei screamed. She screamed until she had to breathe, then she paused, and then she howled again. “Master is perfect! Master is perfect! Master’s cock is all I need! I’m blessed! Blessed by receiving his holy seed!” her sermon reached a babbling fever pitch and so did John’s senses.
“Cum,” he pushed out the word. The entirety of the harem broke out in simultaneous moans, a symphony of bliss that formed the undercurrent to Lorelei’s ascent into relief. The seer dropped down. Her ass met John’s thighs in all of its softness. Her tits settled. His cock twitched.
Lorelei’s eyes rolled up the moment his cum touched her insides. Two weeks of built-up need were released in wave after wave of pussy juice gushing all over their joined sexes. Pressed against him, she rolled her hips. “Massshtaaahr musssst beee… ssheeeerveeed…!” The seer slumped forwards, right into John’s open arms.
Embracing her tightly, John kissed the top of her head between repetitions of the two words, “Good girl.” Lorelei eventually lost the ability to move altogether. She was quaking. The female orgasm lasted longer than the male equivalent, but hers was stretching past a minute of euphoria and would likely keep on sending aftershocks down her spine for many minutes to come.
It sounded so short, until John started counting the seconds. A minute could be an eternity of beauty, when in a situation as he was at the moment.
“Good girls,” he said loudly, caressing Lorelei’s back all the while. “Fifteen minutes pause to clean ourselves up a bit – then we’re continuing.”
“”Yes, Master,”” they responded in quivering unison.
And the night ran its course.
