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

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.”Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

“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.”

“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.”