Chapter 72 – Taking the Edge off [Erotic Content]

Chapter 72 – Taking the Edge off [Erotic Content]

“We’re fucking,” Rave exclaimed the moment they stepped into his home.

“What? I mean, yes, okay, I’m not complaining, but...?” John was silenced by his girlfriend pressing her lips on his. He got the signal to not ask any more questions and instead hugged Rave tightly. Contact with her still made him tingly all over. Pressing herself against him, arms slung around his neck and a leg rubbing against his dick - Rave knew exactly what she wanted from him right now and that she would get it.

“Welcome back, Master.” Aclysia must have heard them and greeted them at the entrance with a bow. “I have cleaned the apartment as per your wishes. Can I expect that...”

“John and I are going to stay alone for now.”

“...my services are required in the bedroom? I understand, in that case I will continue with my chores.” Aclysia finished her initial question, then her response, and only then began to walk away. “Please do call me if you change your mind.”

“You have such a needy servant.” Rave playfully complained.

“I also have a needy girlfriend,” he whispered back, “but I am just the guy for my situation.” They kissed again. A short one this time, followed by Rave taking his hand and pulling him towards his own bedroom.

They passed the bathroom. Aclysia was in the process of stripping, the cosplay outfit, her usual get-up, getting absorbed back into her and leaving her naked. She did not bother to close the door. John had the feeling that she left it open on purpose. Hot water running down her form was likely the least of the reasons why she was becoming friends with the showerhead.

‘Needy indeed,’ John thought.

Once inside his room (which was clean to the point of absurdity, Aclysia be thanked) Rave pushed him onto the bed. “You are getting rewarded.” She purred. John grinned from ear to ear.

“Oh, for what?”

“For showing some balls and not letting me storm off angrily.” She wiggled her hips in a bit of a dance, as she pulled off her top.

“And what’s my reward?”

Rave kicked away her pants, making him lick his lips instinctively. “Mhm, let me see your dick and I can tell you.”

John’s pants opened on their own. Almost autonomously, they wiggled down his legs, jumped off the bed and folded themselves neatly. “Did...did you just use Possession to undress?” Rave asked. John kept his stupid grin and instead of answering her question, Rave’s bra suddenly went freediving. His boxers were tossed aside.

He didn’t deliver.

With a slightly devilish grin John pulled back. “I thought this is my reward,” he teased, as Rave looked back at him with a disapproving glint in her lustful eyes.

“Don’t ya grow cocky on me, John.” She breathed heavily with need; wiggled her bubble butt in a tempting motion. “I wanna have something a bit thicker than sass.”

“Mhm, I wonder.” John aligned his cock with her pussy. “Could you be referring to THIS?” He pushed into her with a single thrust. That swift impalement pushed Rave over the edge. She threw her head back in a cascade of hair and screamed. How wonderful it was to have a house to themselves – and a loudly masturbating servant.

John put his hands around her hips, pulled his hips back, then drew her hips towards his crotch as he thrust forwards. Again and again and again he filled her hot, tight slit with his cock.

Squishy wet sounds joined loud moans. The vocalizations of lust were only interrupted after the orgasm had run its course and only by largely failed attempts at forming words. “Oh....for... Aaaaaah!....” Her hands clawed into the cushion and she screamed a few words into the mattress. “Oh... John...you....you....”

“What about me?” John groaned as Rave’s orgasming snatch clamped down on him so hard that only the ridiculous amount of lubricant the orgasm also provided made movement even possible. “Am I fucking you silly? Do you want me to stop?” He asked but he knew Rave better than to expect that sort of answer.

“No...you..mmhhm...ya dick.....I just....” Rave spasmed all over again as a second orgasm followed right after the first. Her spine arched down, emphasizing the roundness of her ass even further. Her arms gave in and then she was face down ass up in front of him. Her fingers dug into the sheets. “OH YES!” Her scream reverberated from the walls. “I just...Oh Gaia, you are on point today....” She finally got her message out. “Fuck me just like that.... deeper.... harder!”

John was happy to deliver on that request and fucked her as hard as he possibly could with how tight she was at the moment. So strong was the resistance he had to go through that he felt himself drifting closer to the point of no return each time his dick penetrated her all the way.

Rave whimpered and screamed in quick succession, her body unable to handle what was probably her third orgasm in a row. At this point neither was John and he counted down for himself. Three strokes, that was all he could manage.

Once, he buried his dick inside her all the way. Rave’s body jumped and she squealed. Her body suddenly broke back into the bed as her arms gave in but she screamed and clamped onto his dick nonetheless.

Twice, his hips met hers with a loud smack. The round ass under his hands jiggled, the soft flesh casting shadows where his fingers greedily dug in and interrupted the perfect spheres of her backside.

Thrice, he penetrated until he was balls deep and then he came for the second time. His seed coated her insides and filled her with an enormous load that swept all the way into her womb, painting everything white with his semen.

Every spurt was direly necessary. Bowed over her, pressed into her ass and her depths, he let the moment wash away all thoughts. Over and over again, he shot his seed into her quivering quim. She wasn’t quite squirting today, but her turned face was dominated by a lewd grin regardless.

John did not get to leave the bed for several more hours.