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The Gamer Chapter 1138 - Back in Black Epilewd – Heat
🕑 Added 2021-12-28 16:03:12 +0000 UTC“We will discuss the aftermath tomorrow,” William Brighton just decided and left the barrier right after his daughter. Given what he had just learned, John had been listening to the final conversation through the Mandala Sphere, Moira must have likely needed some space to cool down. Whether that happened through active measures or passive meditation, John was certainly intrigued about. He would have lied if he said he didn’t want to see what an incredibly turned-on Moira was willing to do.
She wasn’t so mindlessly horny that she gave him the chance to find out though. Instead, John was left with a fundamentally more needy and currently similarly afflicted girlfriend.
John could see the debauchery grow in her eyes with every step Rave took towards them. Adrenaline waned and there was no more combat or pain to distract her from the heat that the healing enchantment on her bodysuit inflicted in turn. Copernicus separated from his summoner and walked away to do something else while she got busy.
Steps turning into a stagger, Rave rubbed her thighs together at every opportunity. Her gaze was glassy, her pink lips agape with panting. Only when John unashamedly dropped his pants did a sliver of focus return to her eyes. She broke out into a sprint that ended with her dropping to her knees in front of him.
Moaning, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and frantically bobbed up and down the upper half of his shaft. She gave him a pleading look. At 203 bonus Libido, she still had a sliver of reason. This wasn’t quite a Cumslut situation. “I got to make you orgasm 203 times… I can do that,” John smirked. With Lover’s Will, he amped her up to double her current, already massively increased, sensitivity. The vigour of her cocksucking increased immensely.
Her face and some of her hair was stained with mud. Even if the worst had been dried and crumbled away due to the summer sun and magic, the dirt of the hands-on final stretch of the fight was still quite visible. That only made the entire scene hotter to John, watching his victorious lover slide her tightly wrapped lips up and down his cock with rigorous moans reverberating from her throat each time the head hit the back of it.
With a hand on her head, John slowly sank to the mostly dried grass floor. At no moment did Rave let his manhood leave her mouth, crawling and bending in pursuit of it. On all fours, she sucked him off. John groaned, announcing how close he was, and Rave doubled the speed of her assault.
Then she stopped, only the head of his dick in her mouth, and gulped down the semen pumping into her. The tip of her tongue circled the sensitive spot at the underside. Gulping down each wave of cum greedily, she didn’t let go of his dick until she had drunk every last drop and milked him for each little flash of orgasm his seed induced.
‘202 to go,’ John thought and caught the attention of his girlfriend with the wave of his finger. “This is your victory, you should get your reward,” he told her.
“Hmmm, I do like your dick a loooooot,” she spoke slowly, almost drunkenly, giving the length an appreciating lick. “But… if you’re offering….”
Rave stood up quickly and took a step forward. Standing with her legs apart above his head, she gripped the crotch area of her bodysuit and pulled. The fabric was already thinned out, reacting to her wishes, but that wasn’t quick enough for her. Tearing, the bodysuit revealed her drenched cunt. A couple of gooey strands immediately dripped from the glistening pink.
With her cunt exposed to the air, the feline Lightbearer immediately gasped and practically collapsed to her knees. John met her as quickly as he could. He grabbed her ass, used those magnificently soft and firm cheeks as his grip to pull his face into her cunt. His tongue found her clit, her hands his head, and her sweet moans his ears.
To the usual sweet and minty taste, the saltiness of fresh sweat joined. John loved all three and even if she hadn’t tasted the best, he would have continued in what he did just because her ecstatic cries animated him to prove that he could reciprocate any kind of love she offered him. Also, he had her thighs pressed against the side of his head, which was just heavenly.
The mesh of metal and textile fibres conveyed her body heat directly and in its smoothness it was just close enough to her skin that John didn’t mind the layer being between him and her legs. On the thigh thickness scale of his harem, Rave was somewhere around the middle. They were satisfyingly juicy, harmonizing nicely with her bubble butt. That juiciness squeezed John’s head tightly, her legs tensing and relaxing with each shudder of pleasure that came over her.
John explored her overflowing depths with eagerness and precision. Lapping her pussy and slurping up the delicious juices, his tongue often pointy and teasing all the sensitive spots he knew. Lustfully, his girlfriend writhed on top of him. Looking up her flat midriff, John could observe her breasts softly slumping in whatever direction her body leaned at the moment. Her face was visible only sometimes, always depicting a loving expression when their eyes met, otherwise one completely lost in the bliss of the moment.
Abandoning the attempt to keep track of her orgasms, John tongue-fucked her from one to the next. It was easy for him. All of the increases of the world wouldn’t have let him do to her what he did had he not known what he was doing.
“Oh… need… more…” Rave gasped and suddenly rose from his face. “I can’t leave this… poor thing… alone… tiger,” she tried to joke like she usually would, but the heavy panting made that difficult. Regardless, she swiftly grabbed his cock and impaled herself on it. John let out a loud moan; after several minutes of only eating her pussy, he was understandably appreciative of this kind of attention.
Tight, her pussy spasmed around him from the aftershocks of her multi-orgasmic trip. How many more she had to go was pure speculation. He would find out when the status effect disappeared. For now, his active part in this was on pause. Rave raised her gorgeous derriere off his groin and then slammed back down again.
Leaning forwards, Rave placed her hands on John’s chest for support as she recklessly and ecstatically bounced on his dick. Through his own eyes he could see her face. That openly debauched, loudly panting expression of continuous sexual release. Her decently sized tits kept swaying up and down under the pink of her bodysuit. From the Mandala Sphere’s position, he observed her fat ass rippling each time she hit the hilt of his dick.
John lay there, waiting for her to exhaust herself, like she always did in these situations. It wasn’t her stamina that gave in, not mainly anyway, just her body getting wrecked by the endless stream of orgasms. With repeated releases of involuntary tension all over her, moving became harder and harder, until she could no longer keep at a pace that satisfied her.
“Mmmmooooreeee,” she groaned in an animalistic fashion.
“Oh, you want more?” John teased her.
“Y-ye-ye-e-e-esssssss,“ she shouted.
John suddenly rose up, forcing a reversal of their positions. He didn’t just put Rave on her back, he totally pinned her by grabbing her legs and bending them all the way down to her head. Just as recklessly as she had bounced on him, he now drilled into her, pressing her into the ground.
Her fingers clawed into the dirt and her eyes rolled up, while her boyfriend utterly wrecked her with all of the physical force he could muster. The slapping sounds of their lovemaking was underlined by the moans of the harem around them. All of the other haremettes, except those that had stayed in the bus (to their regret, doubtlessly), were surrounding them in a ring and let themselves be inspired by the ongoing debauchery. That even the more shy of the bunch participated clued John in that everyone else had by now left the Illusion Barrier. Not that it really mattered to him.
“I love you.” Rave screamed. “Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!” The steady stream of professions ended in a sudden and loud scream. Her tongue stretched out. John’s crotch was drenched in squirting love juices. Girthy shaft gripped by tight folds, he felt his next orgasm approach.
He didn’t let up the pace. Even at the edge, he kept going at maximum speed and force. Even past the edge, he kept pounding her. Clenching his teeth through the bliss of release, he fucked his needy girlfriend. His cock stayed eternally hard, and even if the post-nut sensitivity was temporarily unpleasant, he made it past. Something snapped in that time though.
John’s pace slowed, causing his girlfriend to let out a deeply confused sound. Disregarding it, the Gamer did as she did earlier and grabbed the thinned-out fabric of her bodysuit. From the collar down to the crotch, he ripped the pink bodysuit open. Her body underneath was completely clean, a stark contrast to the dirty and sweaty look of her face.
The torn edges quickly consolidated into a clean outline, while John reached down to her tits. He twisted the nipples and Rave’s spine curved. Head flying back, she was in perfect position for Jack to grab her throat and push his dick down her mouth. As a fully trained, wet and willing pervert, Rave’s only reaction to this spitroast was to lock her legs around one body of her boyfriend and her arms around the other.
Getting absolutely wrecked from both ends, Rave was at the mercy of her boyfriend’s whims. He fucked her at whatever pace he wanted to, he inflicted pain on her however he wanted to, he played with whatever part of her body he fancied, even her capacity to breath was entirely under his control. The part of him that exorcised that control was the primal mind at the core of every human being, guided by his domineering inclinations and tempered by his love for her. He didn’t go as rough on her as he would have on other women who were in the downright unhealthily masochistic category.
With this savage side of him in control, endlessly fucking her was as easy as eating. It was just the natural thing to do with such a prime example of a nubile, sexy woman before him. Driving his cock into her to heighten his ecstasy and making her cum over and over and over again, eliminating any chance that she ever thought of any man but him when it came to satisfying her, that was raw instinct.
Pumping her full of another load of his seed naturally followed. He stopped moving, only because the lock of her arms and legs became too tight to do otherwise. Confined between his cocks, her body squirmed. Each new shot of cum reinvigorated the spasms, made her midriff stretch and the skin over her fit abs taut.
“Cum,” John commanded her as he grabbed her arm. “Cum. Cum. Cum.” He kept ordering her, while he repositioned her, dazing her with ongoing pleasure. Still, she noticed when he pulled out of her pussy. Cum flowed out of it in vast quantities, appropriate for the double of his massive loads she had received.
Wantonly, she groaned, the vibrations fantastic around the dick in her throat. Her ass wiggled, presenting itself in all its fullness. The smooth edge of her opened bodysuit pressed trenches into the plump flesh.
Master Stud activated, John pressed two cocks against her ready holes. Rave screamed in anticipation, then in the highest bliss possible, as she got triple penetrated solely by her boyfriend. John loved that sound, the scream when he filled her like few, maybe no one else, could.
Bowed over her juicy ass, John took a fistful of her hair and manhandled her while railing her from behind. Jack barely moved, for the most part he was just the third cock of the calculation. It was all about him dominating her with his own two hands. It was all about fucking her relentlessly and, however long it would take, to give her all of those orgasms. He could have kept commanding her, that would have taken care of it fairly quickly, but where was the fun in that?
Instead, to the symphony of cries of the remaining harem, he kept slamming down on her jiggling ass. Sometimes he ripped her head off his cock. In those moments, she breathed heavily, desperate for air between the stretches she spent choking on his cock. On her face was a massive, animalistic grin and her eyes were just focused enough between her half-closed lids to convey her mindless state of desire.
Time passed. It was difficult to discern how much. All was a stream of fucking and control, orgasms and climaxes, spanking, deepthroating, and filling her holes with his seed. With one final, completely silent release, Rave crashed. From one moment to the next, her Libido increase was gone and with it the energy that had kept her going past her intense fight.
John was so close to orgasm, he almost would have kept fucking her despite her practically passed-out state. Utilizing his will, he managed to wrestle control back from his instincts and pull out. Leaking from both her lower holes, he left behind a madly twitching girlfriend. The Master Stud cock disappeared, still leaving two aching for release.
Eliana and Aclysia were the quickest to provide the obvious help that was needed. One on her knees, the other giving him a reach around, they brought him the rest of the way to finish. Eliana gave him a deepthroat that almost rivalled Rave in how desperate it was. Aclysia was more controlled, as dignified as one could be while giving a handjob. Even with that, the way she pressed against his back and panted was far from ladylike.
His legs became weak when his orgasm finally approached. Seed sputtered into the air, landing all over Rave’s twitching body and, some of it, on Eliana’s face.
With that final release, they made their way back to the bus for longer celebrations.
