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The Gamer Chapter 1416 – Thorough Grinding Interlewd – To be Pampered
🕑 Added 2023-04-03 13:11:07 +0000 UTCJohn had not left the bed yet.
He was having an unusual morning, twice over. For one, he did not feel like moving at all. He wished to remain in the sheets for as long as time allowed, to laze about and enjoy the cosy warmth of his blanket. For two, he felt no urge to move a single muscle while his girlfriend worked his cock with long, teasing strokes.
Rave’s lips were on his, her weight pressed the back of his head into the mattress. More and more, she leaned onto him. With every little bit of resistance he did not give, the feline Lightbearer grew a little more demanding in her kisses. She nibbled at his lower lip. Pinched it between her canines. Then, she leaned down to him.
“Someone’s feeling malleable today,” she purred.
“It’s your opportunity,” John responded with a smile on his lips. He attempted to fold his hands behind his head, but Rave grabbed his wrists before the motion concluded. Hard, the superhuman pinned him to the bed. The pink light in her eyes moved in heated patterns. Staring back, the Gamer got her to loosen her grip a bit. “You know my limits.”
“Of course I do,” Rave purred. She straddled his hips and carefully descended on his manhood. The angle was just slightly off, causing the head of his cock to glide through her outer lips without penetrating any deeper. His cock was pressed flat against his groin, the glistening wetness of his girlfriend’s snatch grinding against it. Slowly she moved forwards. Just before she reached that sensitive tip, she reverted. For once, John cursed the size of his cock, and the length of the comparatively insensitive shaft she had to play with.
Moaning, Rave kept running her sensitive pussy along his length. Twitching underneath her, he groaned. “Come on, let me inside you,” he requested.
“Hmmm,” Rave hummed, her pupils narrowed to focused slits. The back and forth turned into circles. The gyrating of her hips and shifting of her flat belly would have made any experienced dancer fall silent in awe. Eventually, she slumped back forwards. She framed his face with her hands. A gentle brush over his cheekbones made him shiver. “I’d love to, tiger, but I wouldn’t get to enjoy this for long. You’re such a great lover, ya know? You’d make me throw my head back in ecstasy in no time with that big, thick, durable cock of yours.”
“I don’t know if dura-“ John began his banter, only for Rave to place a finger on his lips.
“Shhhh, my man, ya speak when I tell ya to, alright?” She bribed him by swiftly replacing her digit with her mouth. The sweet taste of fresh mint and bubble gum filled him to the nostrils.
A little part of him protested against the treatment, but that part was weak this morning. Sometimes being the one that was acted upon could be pleasurable. It was not what John usually preferred, but when the mood struck, why not live it? Especially since Rave both understood where his borders lay and got such a kick out of domming him for a change.
“I’d bounce on this perfect cock, climax over and over again, until the spasms made me topple over. I’d order ya to get on top and keep ploughing me. Maybe I’d even let ya turn me over and give my bubble butt a nice little smack. We’d enjoy that, right?” She scratched him under the chin. “Answer that.”
“Yes, we’d enjoy that a whole lot,” John gasped.
“Yes…?” Rave left the word on an awaiting pause.
“Yes, mistress.”
Upon hearing his baritone say that single word, Rave closed her eyes. “Oh…” she let out a single, little moan. Her mouth was left wide open, while her eyebrows shifted up and down. “Hmm, I just came a little from that. Again, tiger.”
“Mistress.” High-pitched, throaty cries kept reverberating in the room. Their sexes both twitched, one in anticipation and one in satisfaction. Ever so slightly, Rave kept sliding back and forth. Beyond the wild cascade of her bright pink hair, between her flicking cat ears, he saw the magnificent rise of her ass. Her medium sized breasts squished against his chest.
“You’ve changed so much,” Rave whispered. Hands caressed his sides, squeezed the muscles covering his upper torso. “Ya ‘member when I could just poke your ribs? Ya used to be so scrawny.” She bowed down to his shoulder, kissed her way around the soft outline of his relaxed biceps. “Oh Gaia, you’ve become so hot… I’m rambling… so let’s stop the scene for a little bit.”
Scene was a common word for a sexual engagement in BDSM circles. Basically, she had just told him to put the roleplaying on ice for the moment. “We’ve both changed,” he whispered back. “Admittedly, I’ve changed more than you… but I had more growing to do.”
“Ya definitely needed to come out of your shell.” Rave tugged at his arm. “Hug me.” The big eyes were more commanding than any order from his ‘mistress’. He held her tightly between his arms. One of his hands rested at the back of her head, scratched hair and ears. “Such a good man,” she whispered. “That never changed. Ya just got better at being my perfect boyfriend.”
“Husband, at some point, not too far away,” John promised.
Rave let out a deep hum. “I’m gonna believe that, even if ya make a gal wait.”
“I don’t think many men propose after less than two years.”
“Either all of them are wrong or you are.” The feline Lightbearer returned his scratches, rubbing him behind the ear. She giggled. “Ain’t no matter, you’re too smart to leave me hanging forever. We used to be so innocent, back when it was just you and me. Well… in comparison to what we do these days.”
“Would you ever want to go back to those times?”
“Nah.” She kissed the point of his chin. “I like this. Bumpy road at times. I was so shocked when I heard ya say you love Nathalia almost as much as me… that was when I considered pulling the plug for the first time… and I stopped when… I don’t even know. When I saw what jealousy made Undine do? That was a big wake-up call… but I think I just kinda overcame the jealousy because there was nothing to be jealous about. You’re that rare man that can keep a whole buncha girls happy. I wanna keep this, for all of us.”
“I do try my best,” John said.
“Do ya ever want to get out?” Rave asked.
John stared at the ceiling. “It gets stressful sometimes,” he confessed. “To keep the problems of so many people that are dear to me in my heart… but this is what I chose and I would switch it for no other burden in the world.” He raised his head slightly and smiled at her. “Everyday, I’m happy that I wake up close to you. I’m so glad that you were the first woman that ever gave me the time of day. You helped me build myself, by trusting me and having expectations for me.”
“Likewise, I’m… I couldn’t imagine that you’d sweep me up like ya did. That I’d get to experience so much more about me, by being around ya. From all the personal stuff to… ya know, this.” She wiggled her butt a little bit, reminding both of them of how closely joined their sticky sexes were. They put forehead to forehead. “I love you, John.”
“I love you too,” he responded in a heartbeat.
“I love you too…?” The question had a lustful undertone.
“I love you too, mistress,” he responded and was rewarded for his obedience by another sweet moan from his girlfriend.
“That’s a good man,” she gasped. “Dominant when I like it, gathering a whole harem of pretty girls for us, and submissive when I need a rare treat… such a perfect man with such a perfect cock. What mistress could ask for more?” She grabbed one of his hands and dragged it down to her butt. “Only touch, no spanking, no intense groping, understood?”
“Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.” John groaned when he felt the flawless smoothness of her curvaceous backside under his fingers.
“Close your eyes,” she ordered, while pulling his second hand down.
John was left in a world where there was only her. The warmth of her breath on his skin, coming as giggles and exhales during her kisses. The shape of her bottom-heavy figure on his, using him as her resting place. If there was any advantage to the bulk that he had gained, then it was how comfortably she could lay on him now – a cat on her favourite cushion. Back and forth, her soaked cunt glided over his manhood. Still, she stopped short of ever stimulating the head. The juicy firmness under his palms was the reimbursement he needed.
All of that was taken from him when Rave swung her legs off him. There was a void across all his senses. His being twitched with the need to move, to find out what had happened, but his eyes remained close. Vaguely, he felt the movements of others around him. He suppressed his additional senses, to keep the suspense.
“Open your eyes, my saviour,” a different voice whispered.
Before him was a scene from heaven. Rave and Siena flanked Lee. The considerably shorter, dark-haired submissive was stuck between the medium and decently large breasts of the two dominas. Siena closed a Harem Comms window, before delivering an intense swat to Lee’s ass. The gamer girl gasped loudly.
“Good men get rewards,” Rave pinched Lee’s right nipple, “and this one is suitable.”
“S-suitable?” Lee stammered, then stopped to shiver when Siena skilfully dragged a claw over her neck.
“You’ve not been asked to speak, reward. You are only to moan and gasp, unless ordered to do more,” the midnight elemental chastised, her voice as soft as the light of the half moon. Blue fingers appeared between Lee’s thighs, pushing against her pussy from behind. They pushed inside and Lee cried sweetly. “Yesssss, just like that. Good girl.”
“How would you like your reward, John?” Rave hooked a finger into Lee’s open mouth. “I could use her throat as a cocksleeve for you.” Parting with a twist, the feline Lightbearer’s other hand moved to the back of Lee’s head. Like a toy, she handled her. “Up and down, up and down, until ya fill her belly with your delicious cum.”
“Or would you prefer this, my beloved?” Siena spread the cunt she had been fingering. The pretty pink folds inside twitched and trembled like all of Lee did from the humiliation of being presented like this. A gooey strand dripped down. “The proper place to leave your seed – We all so enjoy being filled, even if there’s no result from it yet. Oh… how I anticipate to be filled with yours one day, in a manner only you enable.”
“Make your choice, tiger,” Rave urged. Both she and Siena were every bit as dripping wet as the submissive between them. They struggled and sometimes failed to keep their breathing steady.
“I want my reward’s pussy,” he made his choice quickly. The two dominant women laughed in agreement and shuffled forwards. Lee had no choice in the matter; she was moved along and aligned with his cock. No choice and displeasure were inversely correlated, as far as the treatment of submissives in their bedroom was concerned. The head of John’s cock partly disappeared between Lee’s labia. The reward tried to plunge down, but was held in place by the tanned quarter elemental and the blue-skinned shadow spirit.
“It’s a reward for him, not you,” Siena chastised.
“Take her sensitivity away, tiger,” Rave followed up immediately.
John hesitated for a moment. The female doms knew, gauging by the reactions Lee continued to have to their touch. Whereas other doms would have been punished with a warning glare, they patiently waited for him to either explain himself or follow the order. Whatever they were planning, John trusted them, so he obeyed in the end. Lee’s excited trembling was reduced to what little remained from mental stimulation alone.
Then she was allowed to sink down. There was a disappointment on her face that rubbed John the wrong way, distracted him from the tight grip of her pussy. He gave the flanking women pleading glances. They smiled benevolently back at him, before turning their doting attention back to Lee. Hands ran alluringly all over Lee’s curves. “We’ll allow John to return your sensitivity to you, even increase it,” Siena whispered. “All you need to do is keep showering him in compliments.”
“Like, let him know how much his girthy cock spreads your obedient little pussy.” Rave ran her finger along the bulge in Lee’s abdomen. “Start talking.”
“I, uhm, uh,” Lee stammered, avoiding John’s gaze as she found something to compliment. “I… really like how patient you are…”
“Hmm, a simple start, but good enough,” Siena did an upwards pointing gesture and John returned half of Lee’s sensitivity to her.
The gamer girl moaned, the girth of his cock suddenly more than an oddly numb sensation. Even half of John’s absurdly pleasurable manhood must have felt fantastic. A whip of Siena’s tail on Lee’s butt spurred the gamer girl into movement. Rave put a hand on Lee’s throat and squeezed. “No one told ya to stop giving compliments, reward.”
“I loooove this cock,” Lee took the easy compliment next. “It goes so deeeeeep, I never want any other! John’s cock is the best cock.”
“Good girl,” Rave purred, giving John the signal to go up again. Smirking, he pushed her sensitivity to 80% of normal. “Keep going. No doubling down on praising his cock. Be creative and sincere.”
“There… uhm… He’s helped me so mhm-much to put my life in order… I’m actually rested most of the time, because I have other things t-to do than game until 2 AM.” 90% now. Lee blushed ever deeper, from pleasure and embarrassment both. Intimidated, in a good sense, she glanced back and forth between the two doms. Her usual backtalk was suppressed by the threat of their presence and her cunt gripped him like a vice. “H-h-h-h-he’s handsome too. W-when he walks into a room I often think, ‘I’m so glad that he just walked in.’”
The full sensitivity was restored and a powerful shiver went through Lee when she next plunged down. She slumped to the left, against Rave, moaning loudly as orgasmic quivers made her straddled position difficult to maintain. Siena’s tail coiled around her neck, choking her ever so gently. Simultaneously, both doms showered John’s reward with teasing attention. They took turns rubbing Lee’s clit, licked and flicked her nipples, kissed her neck and arms, pulled hair and bit her earlobe.
Lee’s expression was one of mind-melting pleasure. When Rave demanded, “Ya ain’t done giving compliments, Lee,” the only reaction the gamer girl had was to struggle for words to find.
“John… youuuu make my days so exciiiitiiiiiing! I can’t… I can’t… I can’t even know if I’ll be squirming from the vibrators you make me… I wear for you for the next hour or if… if you’ll come home and suddenly take me out on a date and that’s so good, oh my goddess, it’s so good!” she pressed the last bit out in a ramble.
Rave pointed up with a smirk on her face and John upped Lee’s sensitivity all the way to 180%. “Good man,” his girlfriend purred, while she observed Lee’s eyes roll up behind her fluttering eyelids. “Faster, Lee,” she ordered, and somewhere in the deep, obedient recesses of her brain, the submissive heard it.
Even through her spasms, Lee’s thighs tensed and lifted her hips. She plunged back down hard, moving choppily, any sort of rhythm broken. “I love you!” she howled. “Love you, loveyou,loveya, love-“ That was all she could produce anymore and it was enough for John to crank the sensitivity all the way to the maximum.
Rave’s fingers were a blur, rubbing Lee’s clit while gush after gush of pussy juice drenched her fingers. There was nothing but the haste, the need of everyone to see Lee continue her multi-orgasmic ride, all the way until John could no longer hold on. “Fill – her – up,” Siena demanded.
The demand mixed with that of his body. He thrust up, every instinct urging that he be as deep inside her as possible. The spasming came to an abrupt end as hot seed pumped up into her stretched pussy. All Lee could do was remain tense between the doms, whose ceaseless groping did not stop even now. Rave giggled euphorically, the most intense squirts of clear pussy juice yet breaking against her digits.
John barely saw any of this, his field of view was compromised by white lightning. Each time his balls tightened, it surged, then receded a little further. Before long, he realized he had stopped breathing. Deeply, he inhaled, while the last of his seed was wrung from the shaft. Lee giggled, erotically insane, driven to an overload of the mind.
Together, Siena and Rave coaxed Lee off his still erect cock and placed her on the bed. As the feline Lightbearer began to lap her favourite cream out of the cunt of her fellow haremette, Siena crawled over to John.
No word was spoken. Not when she reached his legs. Not when she slowly went up his body, hard nipples brushing over him. Not even when she straddled his face. Gently she ran her fingers through his short hair. Hard, she grabbed him and directed his lips towards her thighs. Finally, a single word, “Worship.”
“Yes, mistress,” he responded. Siena’s waving tail came to a quivering halt. What effect a single word could have – John was intimately familiar with the intoxicating rush of power that willingly given control offered.
John kissed his way up Siena’s left thigh. There was a lot of meat to her legs, more than most haremettes’. From top to bottom, Siena was alluring, the kind of hourglass shape that turned heads in disbelief. She smelled of a cold night, tasted sweet and a bit spicy. The juices sticking to her thighs, he eagerly tasted them. Abundant meat gave under each press of his lips. Up and down one side, then towards the other.
A wayward groan escaped John. Smooth and nimble, her tail coiled around his cock. Plenty of lubrication was left from the reward that moaned madly in the background. Rave was getting every drop she could out of Lee’s cunt. “Deeper,” Siena nudged him.
The softness of her thighs was replaced with the solid sinew that kept her position in place. It was one of the lesser appreciated parts of the female physique, located between two so much more interesting spaces. John loved it nonetheless, travelling up the string with one kiss after the other, until he hit the jiggly mound of her swollen pussy. Few things were as gorgeous as the little cushion around the pussy lips, created from a woman’s excitement. One little peck a time, he made his way around the deep blue lips. Mouth opened wide, he finally leaned in for the main prize.
“That’s it,” Siena groaned melodically. Her pearly white fangs bit the tip of her black claw. Her hips moved in little circles. “Deeper.” John extended his tongue and pushed into Siena’s cunt.
Alien protrusions from her walls greeted him, almost like a myriad of little tongues that were eager to make out with him. John stretched his neck, to get a little deeper inside and meet the demand of the tendrils. Each was a little bundle of nerves, ready to be stimulated. The pointy tip of his tongue played with them. Pushed past to reach the folded walls, so normal and wonderful all the same. His tongue retreated only so he could have a taste of her juices and circle the little nub at the top of her opening.
“Oh yesssssss,” Siena hissed. John extended his tongue again and then found the spot. “Yessss, right there… keep it… right there.”
The golden rule of pleasing a woman, particularly a dominant one, was to do exactly what she said. He kept the pace and position, relinquished any wish to be creative for the moment, and just watched Siena’s breasts rise and fall. Long, lustful sighs caressed his ears until he was suddenly pulled in even deeper. Her thighs clenched like two cushions of the firmest foam around his head. The pressure was heavenly, her thickness an all-encompassing factor. John could only see her flat midriff and large breasts, both so delicious and nubile. Her pussy juices kept drenching his tongue and he drank them eagerly.
Another sudden move had Siena turn around. Now his entire field of view was dominated by her plump backside. Relative to her size, Siena had the biggest bubble butt of all of them and that fantastic rump now lay on his face, as pleasantly cool as a summer night. Where her tail had been a moment ago, her tongue soon coiled instead. Saliva drenched his manhood with fresh lubrication, then her mouth itself followed.
‘Cum for me,’ the demanding voice of the shadow spirit echoed in his head.
Barely his cock was past the back of her tongue that a myriad of tendrils latched onto him. They were sticky and slippery, both simultaneously, and tugged at his manhood. Rather than him getting sucked deeper inside, it was Siena’s head that was getting pulled down by her own insides. Each centimetre that enveloped him was another ring of tentacles that writhed all around him. They vibrated with her moans, shifted freely between massaging protrusions and tight folds. Even if Siena may not have been an actual succubus, between her looks and that throat, she deserved the title of semen demon.
The Gamer came after only a few seconds in that tunnel of bliss. His balls tightened over and over again. His own tongue moved with little coordination. Continuously, the inside of her mouth moved with a singular goal: more.
Arms wrapped around his hips, Siena kept him steady and her face pressed deeply against his crotch. Heels dug into the mattress – his heels, the bliss urging him to somehow get even deeper than fully hilted into her throat. The pleasure kept rising, as Siena’s screams became more intense. Pussy juice gushed over John’s face. Again and again, his orgasm inducing semen pumped down Siena’s greedy throat.
He could barely tell if any spurt was lesser than the last. At times he felt as if he was just pumping out semen in a steady stream. The stimulation became hellish in the least torturing way. His nerves were alight with ecstasy, parts of him wishing it would stop, so much more wishing there would never be an end. His bottomless balls kept tightening and they both kept cumming. Siena needed no air nor did she need his eating of her cunt to be any good. He made the effort anyway and he knew that it was the difference between her having a chain of orgasms and her fat ass jiggling all over his face as she squirted again and again.
It was his need to breathe that put a stop to it. Lightheaded after several minutes of barely any oxygen, the first bit of panic bled into their mental connection. That was all it took for Siena to roll off him. As the asphyxiation faded, John rose his head to find out why Siena had opted for such a drastic exit.
The answer was written all over her stained face. The corners of her lips trembled in a cockdrunk smile, her tongue lolled out, long and pointy, and her eyes rolled around, glassy. Just a little brush of her thigh had her eyes roll up. Wide hips shot off the mattress and fresh pussy juice added a line of wet spots to the sheets. To have her orgasmic throat stuffed and her stomach filled with his magical essence had turned her into a fucked silly, spasming mess.
John’s urge to mess with her was slowly awakening. To dom Siena was out of the question, she did not like it, but to fuck her while she was in a haze? That was certainly in the cards.
Alas, before his dom instincts could take back over, John’s eyes were drawn by the perfect shape of Rave’s ass hovering above his cock. The feline Lightbearer lost no time, dropped down and impaled herself with such intensity her ass flattened. “There it is,” she slurred, cat tail waving. “My tiger’s perfect cock.” She smiled over her shoulder. Quickly, she licked the remains of cum and pussy juice from around her lips. “Ya best stay hard for me until I drive myself insane, boyfriend.”
“Yes, mistress,” he responded with a huge grin on his face.
Laughing and moaning, Rave rode him. Up and down, giving him a view of all her backside had to offer. The round butt, swaying with the momentum of her movements, was most eye-catching, of course, but John was growing ever more appreciative of the rest of her. The way her back was formed was nothing short of artful, the swing of her hips to her midriff putting even the most pleasing guitar to shame. When she tilted or stretched, John caught a hint of her breasts. Each bounce made her wild mane fly.
‘She’s just so gorgeous,’ he thought.
“Spank me,” she ordered. Whether she smelled his receding submissiveness or just wanted a nice smack across her juicy butt, he could not say. Probably it was both. In any case his flat hand created ripples through one of her flawlessly sculpted cheeks, then the other. “Ah, that’s a firm, obedient hand,” she cried.
John bit back his response and let her have this. “Whatever you wish, mistress,” he told her.
“Grab my hips and fuck me.”
That was exactly the kind of language he wanted to hear. With just another slap to her rear, he grabbed her by the hips and thrust up into her. For the first time all morning, he did it for another reason than pumping a load into a woman.
Then again, that was the ultimate goal. Rave’s cries grew louder and louder. Reckless love making created the typical rhythm of smacking sounds. Rave let him know that she was still on top, leveraging her fitness to pin him down and gyrate her hips whenever it pleased her. He relented each time. Each instance was shorter than the last.
Everything came to a point. Pointy, short cries and rapid tempo marked the final spurt. John had a craving to fill up his girlfriend that was more powerful than any food craving could ever be. Rave animated him to indulge himself. “Gimme all ya have! Pump me full!” One last drop, then she fell backwards. “Hug me!”
“Yes, mistress!” John shouted, wrapped his arms around her, and rutted into her for another minute straight before finally unloading. Their joined hips were raised high. Pussy juice arched through the air in an explosive release. Rave groaned incoherently. A face worthy of the hentais she loved to watch twisted her expressions erotically. It was all the inspiration John needed to stay in her and keep painting her insides white.
Slowly his hips sunk back to the bed, then he relaxed entirely. Loving kisses he showered Rave with. He smelled her shampoo and just held her, waiting for the waves of spasms to subside to a gentle quivering. That was the plan anyway, but he yawned and thought, ‘Maybe an extra half hour of sleep will be fine.’
Together with the other three haremettes, he dozed off.
