Chapter 275 – Bonding over Bondage [Erotic Content]

Chapter 275 – Bonding over Bondage [Erotic Content]

They went to John and Rave’s room where he immediately went over to the bed and pulled something out from under it. It was a flat chest, about half a metre high and two wide, of simple wood. An accurate description of it would also have been an oversized, wooden briefcase. He put his hand on the lock, which reacted to his mana signature and opened itself with a click. He pulled up the lid.

The chest was bigger on the inside, seemingly continuing into the floor and beyond. It was a bit of a weird sight, seeing the logically placed floorboards and the illogically deep chest right next to them. A weird sight that John was used to by now. He had gotten this chest to not have to store all of the useless stuff he had in his inventory.

For example, the Ascended Hoe of Hoes was in there, as was an assortment of other sexual drops. What he was looking for right now was a bit of bondage gear. As he gathered what he wanted, he listened to Nathalia and Rave discuss in the background.

The bed creaked as Nathalia sat down. “Hah, even the bed thinks you are fat,” Rave teased and earned herself an annoyed growl.

“A little creak is just the first moan amongst the screams this furniture will produce,” Nathalia answered. “It will break under the unbridled thrusts of John’s lust once he plunges his cock into me with a fervour you could never ignite, little Lightbearer.”

Despite the fact that her head was in a lower position than Rave’s, sitting in front of her and all, the dragoness managed to carry herself in a way that made Rave look like the smaller person in this conversation.

“Nuh-uh,” the techno-lover tossed her top across the room just as Nathalia crossed her now naked legs, her scales vanishing underneath her skin; “I haven’t been just lazing around whenever you were busy burning food and sleeping with other guys. I can pleasure my man even better than you can!”

“Oh?” Nathalia stood up again. Now, standing so close to each other that their naked breasts were touching, the difference in their size was much more apparent. This was both a comment about their physical size, Nathalia being a head taller, and their breast size, Rave’s modest B-cup competing against Nathalia’s large Ds.

The brown-skinned goddess of destruction stared down at Rave, her long orange hair glowing in the otherwise unlit room. This, combined with the heat the dragoness radiated, created the cosy atmosphere of an open fireplace inside the room. Minus the flickering of actual fire.

That orange light reflected on Rave’s fair skin as she stared back with her blue eyes. The pink hue inside was as pronounced as ever. Actually, it had gotten even stronger recently. She blinked once, her long eyelashes with the pink tips, a feature of her that was just as natural as her dishevelled, wonderful hair, moving with the natural elegance of attractive women.

She raised her left hand and booped Nathalia on the nose. The dragoness’ long eyebrows almost met when she stared back angrily. “How about we make this a contest, Nathy?” Rave suggested with a bit of a giggle.

“Of what kind?” Nathalia asked. It was pretty clear that she wanted to toss Rave out the window and then fuck John until the summer sun rose.

John was not sure whether he wanted them in competition. He also did want them in competition. The part of him that loved them both was in conflict with the part that was loved by both of them. Being competed over did stroke his ego in pleasant ways.

“The sexual kind, duh,” Rave rolled her eyes. “Whoever pleases John more in this threesome wins. If I win, you have to live with me calling you Nathy.”

“If I win, you pack your bags and vanish from John’s life so he will be mine forever,” Nathalia answered with a wager of her own.

“Whoa, wait a second, that is way over the top,” John intervened, putting a blindfold to the side. He had gathered up almost everything he wanted. ‘Where did I leave that damn ring gag?’

“Ja, what John said,” Rave complained. “Get something realistic.”

“If I win...” Nathalia started but then was lost in thought, eventually forwarding a hesitant suggestion; “I get to eat you?”

“That’s even worse!” John slapped the mattress, which resulted in an entirely unthreatening, soft ‘thud’.

“...If I win you will have to serve me like Aclysia would for a day,” Nathalia finally suggested after having rambled through half-a-dozen otherwise, partly apocalyptic, ideas.

“Yeah, sure,” Rave agreed. On the plus side of all of this, John found all the stuff he had searched for in the meantime. He had even gotten to neatly arrange it on the floor next to the bed. Also, Rave and him both had gotten naked.

“Good,” Nathalia purred, and John suddenly found himself getting slammed into the bed on his back.

“Wha-?” Rave pounced on the bed as well, but Nathalia already was working on John’s cock.

“I will show you what my millennia worth of experience can truly give you,” she said, licking over his shaft.

He had been hard from the start, but that little bit of outside stimulation was all he needed to turn his cock into an iron rod.

“Unfair!” Rave complained as she hurried to get in on the action. John appreciated that two women were currently fighting for his cock, but this whole thing was going against what he actually wanted to do.

His complaints died with the feeling of Nathalia’s tits wrapping around his dick. Flesh so hot he felt like he was melting between it encapsulated his shaft on all sides. The tip resting against the pulsating heat of the gemstone in Nathalia’s chest felt wonderful as well.

“If I win by giving John the most pleasure, then all I need to do is deny you whatever pleasure you could bring him,” Nathalia stated with an arrogant smile on her ruby red lips. Biting her own lips, Rave looked at the tits squishing her boyfriend’s cock with a mixture of anger and envy. The dragoness let out a throaty laugh. “This will be an easy victory; prepare to serve me, you pink haired annoyance,” she said, licking the first drip of pre-cum off John’s cock with an exaggerated, mocking motion.

“I am going to show ya!” Rave exclaimed and laid down next to John; “If I can’t suck your dick or anything, I am at least going to make out with you!”

“Yup, all ours,” John agreed and caught one of Nathalia’s nipples between his teeth. The heaving of the dragoness’ chest only increased, Nathalia was someone willing to switch into any position, as long as people pleasured her.

“Fhuchr meh,” the open-mouthed words were barely recognizable.

“You get fucked when my man wants to,” Rave scolded her and slapped the dragoness’ ass. Nathalia was already leaking on the blankets; the wet spot grew a fair bit as the sound echoed through the room. “Isn’t that right, tiger?” his girlfriend asked and looked over to him.

In her eyes, he saw that sharp, sadistic glint that he felt himself, although it was a little less pronounced in her. “Mhm, you seem to really like this,” John commented, letting go of Nathalia’s breasts to topple the dragoness over.

Her legs still bound together, she could do nothing but shift her weight to either land on her chest or back. John took even that decision from her when he pulled at the chain connecting her arms and feet, and thus the dragoness landed face first in the blankets, feet pointing at the ceiling.

“I always liked watching ya dominate but didn’t think it would be this much fun to do it myself,” Rave grinned and ran two fingers along Nathalia’s sex. “Gaia, you are wet,” John’s girlfriend mocked her, loudly slurping Nathalia’s liquids off her fingers before giving the goddess another smack on her behind. “I just love this jiggling.” Rave kept her hand on the dragoness’ fat derriere and shook it under her palm.

“Her ass is still second to yours,” John told her as he moved in front of Nathalia. The dragoness clearly didn’t like that statement, letting out an angry noise. That was quickly silenced by John pushing his cock into her agape mouth though.

The metal ring that kept her mouth wide open was easily large enough for John to thrust in and out without ever worrying about touching either the gag or her sharp teeth. Grabbing Nathalia by the horns, he fucked her face as if it was a hole that solely existed for him to get off. The gagging sounds this produced only increased the pleasure he got out of this.

Nathalia clearly liked it as well, her tongue lashing against his weak spots, her hollowed out cheeks sucking him in deeper. Over and over again, he entered her throat with reckless thrusts. Her horns made for surprisingly great handles, their ridged, segmented form fitting nicely under his fingers.

The pure amount of empowerment he felt, face-fucking the goddess of volcanoes while grabbing her by the horns, would have been worth a bit of pain though. It would be no understatement to say that this turned him on as much as seeing her naked. Which was also why he was just about to cum down her throat.

“Ya should see how wet this lizard is,” Rave laughed, “I swear, every time ya thrust into her, she squirts a bit.” The techno lover started fingering Nathalia again. The resulting moans made John clench his teeth in an attempt to not cum on the spot as the vibrations pleasured him even more.

The fact that Rave wasn’t complimenting his fetish was a bit disappointing, but the fact that she had the same one made up for it completely. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise that they had agreed to give him a harem of other girls, otherwise this may have become a point of sexual frustration down the line. This way they both had enough ways to channel their dominant tendencies. Maybe this was also why she had agreed in the first place? A subconscious knowledge that they both wanted playmates?

‘Fuck it, I at least want to see her face when I cum,’ John thought and undid the mana binding that held the blindfold together. He ripped it aside. Nathalia’s eyes were completely unfocused, she barely even noticed that the blindfold was gone. The golden centre of her eyes just rolled around without any control whatsoever. She was out of her mind levels of horny.

Gripping her horns even harder, he grunted as he thrust three more times and then came down her throat without any announcement. He couldn’t have held back any longer. The largest load of this threesome and the third to land into Nathalia’s stomach spurted in her. The dragoness’ whole body was shaking under a muffled scream.

“Oh, fuck, now she really is squirting,” Rave giggled, ravishing the dragoness cunt with incredibly quick movements. Wet splurging noises filled the room as the techno-lover brutally fingered Nathalia through her entire orgasm, accompanied by the sound of wetness raining down on the mattress.

Nathalia would have likely collapsed the moment her orgasm was over if the bindings didn’t keep her body in a forced position. The only movements she got to make were the gulps to swallow his load and the orgasmic aftershocks of a good, obedient dragon pet.

John abandoned his current position and moved behind Rave. His girlfriend was following him with a big, lewd smile on her face. “Ya have no idea how much I want your dick right now,” she said and rolled on her back.

“I have a rough guess,” John mused, rubbing his dick along the glistening wetness that had spread all the way to Rave’s thighs.

Without any further notice, he rammed his dick straight into her. Rave’s back arched upwards, and she screamed out her lust in what was an instant and not at all small orgasm. “HOLY MOTHER OF... FUCK!” Rave let out a single curse before John started to thrust in and out of her.

He had never seen his girlfriend this turned on before. It only took a few thrusts to turn her instant-orgasm into multiple ones. Her pussy was clamping down on his dick like a sleeve made specifically to fit it and continued to be so wet that he could still slide in and out with brutal thrusts. Her whole body shook under the impacts; John also was turned on beyond all belief.

Rave made it even worse, using her last bit of self-control to put her hands on Nathalia’s ass above her head and sink her tongue in the dragoness’ pussy. The slutty, sloppy, mindless moans of Nathalia were the last thing that was needed to make this debauchery perfect.

Everyone in this room was lost in their individual lust. Nathalia was deep in thoughtless ecstasy. Rave was flying at the height of a newly realized kink, tasting a flavour to her life that she had been desiring without ever knowing it. John was filled with such absolute lust from seeing his girlfriend in a constant state of multiple orgasms attached to a perfectly bound Nathalia that his every thrust felt like the height of an orgasm.

That they maintained this for a solid ten minutes was not only a miracle, but John felt like he was eating the forbidden fruit when his orgasm finally did approach him. It felt too good; he would probably spend weeks trying to emulate an evening like this. Images of binding the rest of his harem up mingled with the wish to just fuck them. Teasing, dominating and just casual sex, it all was what he wanted, and this time, he had gotten all of it in a perfect mixture.

Lightning bolts flashed through his field of vision as a giant load erupted from the tip of his cock. It felt like his balls were drained by the first spurt alone, yet more followed. Rope after rope of cum filled the inside of his girlfriend, until the orgasm suddenly abated. Feeling weak, it was his turn to collapse.

With the last bit of his strength, he managed to catch his fall and land softly on Rave. Her chest, small as it may have been, was a wonderful pillow. Tired, he turned his head, and his girlfriend looked back, sluggishly blinking. Their lips met in a final kiss.

“So, who won?” Rave managed to ask, with her eyes threatening to fall shut. This was the last of the day’s exhaustions which she had been able to take.

“You. Nathalia just did what she wanted to... then she just let me use her. You at least communicated with me,” John answered with a yawn.

“Guess -Aaaaaah-,” his girlfriend mumbled yawningly, “...guess she will have to live with the nickname then.”

“Yes,” John brushed her aside as Rave’s breath fell into the rhythm of sleep. Soon he would follow her into the land of dreams. He just had to undo Nathalia’s bindings first.