Chapter 351 – When in John Newman’s harem, do as the waifus do. [Erotic Content]

Chapter 351 – When in John Newman’s harem, do as the waifus do. [Erotic Content]

“Do you have orgies on the regular?” Metra wanted to know as everybody got out of their clothes as quickly as they could. They were a pretty large collection, Rave, Aclysia, Momo, Metra, Eliza, Lydia and, of course, John. The elementals were largely tired out and had gone to sleep the second they had entered the hotel. Which was actually good since the room was too small for those around already.

To get no trouble with room service bursting in or something, John relocated this whole thing into a barrier. He did not want to explain the potentially weird stuff that was about to happen.

“Basically daily,” John told her; “Although the last couple of days have been a bit hectic. I think the first load I am going to blow today is going to be gigantic.” He leered at Metra’s midriff and couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to coat these abs in some frosting.

“I would call dibs, but ya seem to have a nice idea already,” Rave, pressing her cute breasts and soft body against his back, whispered into his ear, following the path of his eyes. Currently only her and John were sitting on the bed; Aclysia had gotten up and walked over to Momo.

“Okay, daily orgies are good, reminds me of home. And, nothing against you Master, but why the hell would anyone call ‘dibs’ on sperm, it tastes bitter and blergh,” Metra got into the talk.

John’s girlfriend chuckled and then gave a teasing wink, “Just wait ‘til you had a taste of his. It’s delicious.”

The dirty blonde babe kept her scepticism about that at a raised eyebrow. The centre of attention instead shifted to the two modern Artificial Spirits. “Just let it grow,” Aclysia purred, rubbing Momo’s pussy with her middle and ring fingers, which quickly turned slick from the increasingly sensitized pussy’s oozing juices. “It feels nice, not as nice as getting fucked by our master, but still very nice.”

“Well, everyone is staring,” Momo complained but took a deep breath and forcefully calmed herself before growing her cock out. It was, just as Aclysia’s, the same size and shape as John’s, which led only further credibility to his self-convincing that this wasn’t that bad.

And it really wasn’t. The more he got exposed to this and the fact that his pole could only fill one hole at the time, the less did he care about Aclysia having her own cock. As long as he didn’t have to touch it himself, it was basically just a strap-on with extras. He was less uncomfortable around his girls’ dicks these days, although he would always prefer them without.

“Three cocks to four vaginas, that’s a pretty good ratio,” Lydia commented; “Although we usually have some tentacles in the mix as well to make things more even.”Explore new novels on novelbin(.)com

“What kind of depraved master did I stumble into this time?” Metra said with a cheeky grin that took the edge off that complaint. Then she positioned herself in front of John, legs apart, arms crossed, and looked down on him with her lips still curved upwards. “You like what you see by the way?”

She was definitely the most muscle-bound of all the girls he had encountered so far. Not in an unattractive way either, at least not to him. She skirted that line between being built like a tank and being athletic, which turned her midriff into chiselled art.

Having marvelled at that thing several times already, John still felt like he could look at it for minutes on end. It was that weirdly tantalizing feeling that one got when looking at some nearly perfect body part, like a pair of juicy tits or the firm ass of a woman bending forwards. The shadows of her pelvis alone made John’s cock harder than diamond.

“I love what I see,” he said, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer. He kissed that flat stomach, following an impulse, and urged her to slowly kneel down in front of him. His lips caressed her skin; with all of those muscles, he had expected her to be hard as the metal she was made from, but they were relaxed and thus surprisingly tender. He had no idea how that worked, and right now he also didn’t care.

His tongue licked over her pretty pinkish-brown nipples and the nape of her neck before he stopped her for a moment when she had reached the height of his face and pulled her into a deep kiss. Her lips weren’t as full as those of most girls in his harem, but the thought of them wrapping around his cock was making him groan into their French kiss nonetheless. Her saliva’s taste was sweet and had a hint of cinnamon, of all things, which John only noticed mere moments before she broke the kiss.

Sinking the rest of the way down to the floor, she was now sitting in front of John, between his legs at the edge of the bed. “You are big, the largest human I ever had, probably,” Metra said in an amused tone, sticking her tongue out and breathing in his manly aroma for a second before licking up a trail of pre-cum that had already reached his base. Erotically curving away once she had reached the tip, she moved her tongue around in her mouth as if she was tasting some of the finest champagne.

‘I would love to drink something fizzy out of her belly button,’ John suddenly thought, completely out place.

“This does taste pretty good,” Metra admitted.

“Nice that ya see it that way, why don’t ya have some more?” the voice of his girlfriend sounded like a sweet trap to John’s ears. She was still pressed against his side and was enticing Metra to give him a blowjob with a sadistic lustre in her blue eyes. “Just suck my boyfriend’s dick nice and deep.” She put a hand on the back of Metra’s head, grabbing her wild hair at the metal ring that held up her ponytail and firmly pulled her forwards.

After taking her position next to Metra, Eliza moved her hands over her own body. Rave, sitting diagonally opposed to her, added to John’s orders. “No movements, no touching yourself, you just stand there, be quiet and watch!”

A loud scream pulled John’s attention back to Lydia, who finally had broken in her silence as Aclysia pushed her rod into her. The princess was getting penetrated in both holes, an exercise for which the chair had been too low off the ground, so Momo had taken out her wings and was now hovering in the air. Legs helplessly laying in Aclysia’s hands and only secured by the artificial support behind her, Lydia was stuck between two hard cocks rocking back and forth. She had nowhere to go, was a simple playing ball between Momo, ecstatically shaking her hips, and Aclysia, who hammered into her with the ceaseless stamina of an experienced lover.

One orgasm rolled into the other for the princess, who soon joined Momo in the dumb-fucked look, tongue lolling out of her mouth with her braid messy and halfway unravelled as her eyes were unable to focus on anything. “Fuck, yes, thish ish what I neeed,” the princess exclaimed in a very unaristrocratic way as her toes curled up and she pressed her arching back against Momo.

John grabbed Metra’s head and slammed her down to the base as he came down her throat a second time. “That show is too much,” he groaned towards his girlfriend as the berserker babe’s throat convulsed around his dick, struggling to gulp down all of the sticky, thick load. “I need to fuck someone right now!”

Eliza shifted just that little bit as he said that, and he slapped her on the ass for it. The impact caused her skin to redden for just a second before her natural regeneration kicked in. “No moving!” he reminded her and added a second and then third clapping sound to the lustful echoes in the room. Although the slap was more reward than punishment to the masochistic blood mage as squeaky sounds from her throat, barely held back moans, and the gushing of her pussy following each slap bore witness to. “Bad girls don’t get fucked.”

“I just sucked you off twice,” Metra said, her lips stained with a slimy mixture of several fluids, most of them sexual. “I think I am a good girl.”

“You certainly deserve a reward,” John said; “Jane, you mind playing with Eliza for a bit?”

“Nope, not at all,” his girlfriend grinned and gently pinched his backside before getting up and bending Eliza over the bed. “Here is the deal, if you can hold out orgasming until John is done with the new gal, then you get to have him take you.” She raised her hands to stroke back a few of the unruly pink strands of her own hair before slapping the blood mage on the ass way harder than John could hope to, causing her to almost cum on the spot. “It’s going to be really hard though, and you still can’t moan or move.”

To the sound of a desperate Eliza and Lydia’s howling, John pushed Metra into the sheets underneath him. She was laying on her back and looking up to him. “Missionary? Really?” she asked with a raised eyebrow and that ever-present cheeky smile; “Took you for an ass man.”

“I am, but I cannot not see that midriff,” John said and then lost no further time to plunge his dick into her. Her insides were a perfect reconstruction of a human pussy. It was slightly disappointing. John had expected her to be weird like his elementals in some sense, but as it was gripping tight onto his dick and she was both wet and willing, he really had no reason to complain.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Metra cried out after only two strokes of his hips. Her spine arched, as a heavy torrent of pleasure ripped through the teased living weapon and her orgasm drenched the sheets with her fluids. This was the ultimate view of the midriff, John realized. Skin stretched from an arched spine, caused by an orgasm, muscles quivering and shifting visibly underneath, belly button elongated and the toned colour a canvas for the way that shadows angled between the hills of her muscle-fibres. “In Enki’s name, what is wrong with your dick?! It feels way too good!”

“I have a lot of skills for this,” John simply answered and silenced further questions by rocking his hips back and forth. He had grabbed her by the hips, four fingers digging into the softness of her bottom, thumbs resting in the tantalizing gap between her pelvis and her muscles.

The first time John had sex with any girl it was always a moment that shook their world to the core, and he took great pride in that. He was basically ruining everyone in his harem for every other man out there. Who could hope to compete with him? Nobody, and he did not feel bad about it in the slightest. These were his girls; they didn’t need to ever experience another man’s member after him.

Metra, although she did her best to fight against it, eventually succumbed to the primal lust, and her throat produced grunting noises. Her body was reduced to a state of constant aftershock induced quivering, rolling over right into a new spine-bending orgasm.

Finally, he felt a third orgasm well up in his balls, and he pulled out. Grabbing her meaty thighs and pushing them together, he fucked the gap between her legs and her pussy until his seed pulsated up his shaft and spurted over Metra’s midriff. The first spurt reached all the way up to her collarbone, the next few hitting what he actually aimed at and adding gooey white to the canvas of her midriff.

With a heavy breath, John let go of her legs and looked at his masterpiece, an ancient weapon jittery with bliss, reaching out to goop up some of his seed on her fingers and transport it into her mouth. “This doesh thashte really good,” Metra admitted and swallowed. “Master, I will have a lot of fun with you in the future, but I need a break.”

“No worries,” John turned around to see whether or not Eliza had been able to hold on.

“She came thrice already,” Rave, sucking her fingers clean of the blood mage’s juices, told him. “So she gets a pity face-fuck, if you ask me.”

“Sounds like a nice compromise. Open wide, Eliza,” John grinned, slapping his dick against her face for a bit before the ecstasy clouded blood mage realized what was going on and then greedily opened wide to be face-fucked.