Chapter 401 – Ready to fire [Erotic Content]

Chapter 401 – Ready to fire [Erotic Content]

They made their way to the bedroom undisturbed and fell into each other’s arms on the way to the bed. Being as impatient as ever, Salamander pulled him straight into a heated kiss as soon as her censoring flames flickered away, leaving her naked. With only his trunks on, getting John naked wasn’t exactly a thing of long fidgeting either. As they fell into the bed, the blaze elemental on her back and him on top, the former hooked her feet in the gap between trunks and muscles.

There was one useless tug, where the thing got stuck on the erect girth of his cock, then Salamander used a second foot as well to stretch the waistband to the appropriate amount then pushed it down. Her feet closed straight behind John’s back after she kicked the trunks away.

“Just... get right in me... John,” she demanded between kisses, strands of her oily saliva mixed with his connecting them. His cock already rubbing her pussy, burning with a heat that got his blood boiling in the best kind of fever, he only needed to pull his hips back far enough for the tip to align with her dry entrance.Geett the latest novels on no/v/elbin(.)c/om

Dry was not a problem here though, as Salamander did not have any natural secretions down there. Her physique, just as Gnome’s and Sylph’s, simply did not necessitate it. His dick slipped inside her with ease anyway, her uniqueness enveloping him.

Like a firestorm that felt as if it was made from gas, behaved a lot like liquid but was also solid enough to cause pleasurable friction, it pressed against his dick. For the moment it was calm; his movements were easy but also minimally pleasurable. It was like the loosest pussy imaginable. However, it came with a certain... gimmick, although that word felt wrong to use in the context of a sexual organ.

John pulled back slowly. The lack of foreplay didn’t bother him, he didn’t need to get his girl to orgasm. However, he knew exactly what would happen once he started fucking her, and he was just gathering his breath for the inevitable hammering it would quickly devolve into.

For it was when he pushed inside her that the whole resting fire inside her reacted. Like a breaking log in a campfire caused a cracking noise and rising embers, so too did John’s movement set in motion a reaction in the loose pussy around him. To say it was becoming tighter wouldn’t have been quite it, saying it was vibrating wouldn’t have described it either. It was as if the flickering of fire, the tongues of red reaching into the air, had become solid and were now passionately caressing the whole length of his dick.

It was weak right now, but with every new thrust he added more and more fuel to the fire. What started as a way to loosen her hole became, fairly quickly, a unique trip down pleasure lane. The more he fucked her, the better it felt. The embers of pleasure around him swirled with unceasing energy.

The bed shook underneath them, thick mattress sinking in with every thrust as John took his whole body to the maximum, the open laptop on the nightstand nearby quivering on its rest, goaded by the wish to provide ever more fodder for the hungry pussy. In and out, hammering he went.

His hands rested left and right of Salamander’s face. They trembled under the exhaustion. His whole body was tense. His eyes were focused only on her face. Everyone of his thrusts made her giant tits jiggle. Her teeth were clenched, groaning out her pleasure. It heightened as the inferno inside her intensified. His teeth were clenched, sharp inhales echoing through the room. He was covered in sweet, the blaze elemental’s lust heating up her surroundings.

Eventually the storm just became too much to bear. By far not his first orgasm of the day, John just could no longer hold onto himself. In a way he had shovelled his own grave, but he was more than happy to jump into the bliss it provided him.

One last thrust right into her and his cock exploded with seed splattering into her, triggering a volatile reaction that sent Salamander straight into an orgasm she had forcefully suppressed until that point. “Motherfuckeeeeeeeer,” she screamed as her massive breasts darted upwards, quivering and falling to the sides according to the laws of gravity. His semen, mostly the magic infused into it, disintegrated inside Salamander. The unleashed magic was like a nitro injection, and John could do nothing but moan as the pleasure rose and rose and rose and then spilled over a second time. Moans transformed into screams, weak dripples of last drops suddenly replaced with another orgasm, straight out of the gate. Worse yet, with even more of his magical jizz flooding her pussy, it got even less tolerable, in the sense that it was terrifyingly good.

He was being milked, the whole world was white, his body rigid with every muscle tensed to the extreme, balls deep inside Salamander as he came a third and then a pitiful fourth time. He knew this feeling from Siena, but with the blaze elemental he rarely ever reached this level of ecstasy. Was it the weight off her shoulders after she had said what she wanted to say that made the sex this much better? Maybe the incoming battle was exciting her? Impossible to say and impossible to think about until John found himself laying on top of the squishy heat that was Salamander’s ample bosom.

He needed a minute, more exactly five, to recover. His emptied balls hurt a little bit, not in an actual painful way, just that little unpleasant surge that let him know that this was not the natural state of being. Not ever known for her patience, Salamander had plans for those five minutes and rolled both of them over. She crawled down and around until she was cowering between his legs.

“Salamander, I really can’t...” he said and then hissingly drew in air through his teeth when she grabbed his half flaccid cock. The added oversensitivity from four nearly simultaneous orgasms made that touch alone hell.

“I know, I know, chill,” the fire spirit answered, just holding his member so it remained upright. Then she extended her tongue, drops of her oily saliva dripping down onto the tip of his dick.

It went to her credit that she could even move so quickly after he had fucked her as hard as he could. Occasionally, although it wasn’t the norm, girls would pass out from the mental and physical exhaustion of having all out sex with him (not that he didn’t experience the same). At the very least, most of them needed a break. Right now, situations were reversed. In that way, Salamander was, well, he didn’t like to think it, but the only person who could reliably outfuck him was Nathalia. That made his blaze elemental something like Nathalia-lite?

The grasp on his dick tightened. “You ass,” Salamander said, clearly having heard that thought, “I was going to just lubricate you up a little during the recharge, but now I am actually going to have to torture you a bit.”

“Please don’t?” John asked nicely.

“Already doing it,” Salamander lowered her red-skinned body until her lips touched his dick and she started sucking. He felt as if his dick was held twenty centimetres above a lighter. Not the worst kind of danger, but nevertheless a position he really didn’t want to be in. Reacting to his discomfort, Salamander toned it down so that he was just aware of the metaphorical lighter. It was still not great, he really did not like being in this, the subservient, position, but it also still felt kind of good, and Salamander seemed like she wanted this, so, for her, he just got through it. Five minutes were not a sacrifice too great.

“Now, this is lubricated satisfyingly,” Lydia announced in a whispering tone and climbed on the table. “Personally, I would prefer doggy-style right now, but that is sadly impossible with my current circumstances,” she explained as she spread her considerably wet pussy lips and lowered herself until the tip of her mimic-dick touched the entrance into her snatch. “Now, lower yourself slowly, I want to see every bit of pleasure on John’s face.”

“As you wish,” Salamander cackled, and in near perfect synchronicity she and Lydia went down the centimetres of John’s cock. From an open mouthed, long moan, to a clacking of his snapping teeth and the following groan, the Gamer let them hear just what they were doing to him. “He likes this, maybe he should go sub more often.”

“In your dreams,” John retorted with a smile. “It just feels so good being with you that I don’t mind as much being not in control for a change. Both of you.”

Lydia allowed herself a light smile, “An okay save, but I still think you should get a reminder of a certain experience you like to inflict on us.” That sounded menacing, but he also never did anything really bad in the bedroom, so it could not have been that bad. “Let’s start riding in full force, my time is growing short.”

A mere moment later they began to move their hips. Salamander’s moans were louder, no wonder, not only did the dildo Lydia had inside nothing on John’s sex skills, she also had always been more of a quiet girl, especially at the start of intercourse. Nevertheless, they used a wide array of pleasing movements, warming up by gyrating their hips and light up and downs. The fire inside Salamander only slowly increased, but it also hadn’t completely calmed from earlier.

“I am cumming,” he therefore soon had to admit, grabbing Salamander’s hips with his fingers digging into her backside.

“Not yet!” Lydia instructed him, her voice like whiplash, instantly revealing to John what she was planning. Normally, the prospect of edging would not have scared him, but with Salamander and her infernally pleasuring hole, this would be quite hard.

Pleading for mercy was beneath him, however, and as such he grit his teeth, “O...kay, tell me when...”

Salamander laughed, Lydia let out a satisfied, “I will,” and they resumed moving. Loud and soft moans echoed through the room as John’s grip on Salamander became a probably painful clawing. The fire spirit didn’t mind, on the contrary, a tiny bit of pain was to her liking, it heightened her senses.

“Up and down, that your hips create a smacking sound whenever they meet,” Lydia continued to tell them what to do in the background. Her eyes were looking at the screen of her television, creating a light dissonance of immersion as she looked into John’s eyes and he into hers, yet neither of them truly meeting. His eyes were asking silently for when he would be allowed to cum; his whole body was tense as a rope that held a metric ton at the end of it. Every time Salamander lowered down on him, the blazing hotness inside her pushed him up to the point of no return, balls protesting whenever he fought back against it. It was a wonder he had even succeeded so far, a testimony to his Endurance, if nothing else. “I am so close,” Lydia gasped, giving John hope to escape this torturous bliss soon, “Salamander... get off his dick now!”

Salamander had to force herself to stop, being herself incredibly close to cumming. She got off as Lydia picked up her phone, pointing her camera closely to her own crotch as she repositioned slightly.

John realized that there was a buttplug inside the queen’s anus. “I had to be prepared... but don’t tell Rave about this!” Lydia warned as she gently pulled it out, and revealed the anal-toy to be the one the techno-lover had gifted her to Christmas. “And if you do: I do NOT wear it in public life, I put it in whilst getting the dildo.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” John’s raspy voice hastened her along, “I really have more urgent needs right now.”

“As do I,” Lydia said, raising and then holding the camera above her head, showing her flustered face. She bit her lower lip on one side, creating a small lobe on the other, a long moan leaving that gap.

“Fffffffff-,” John exhaled at the same time as Salamander’s sphincter pressed against the tip of his dick, with him slowly sliding in there. Inside it was hot and tight; that hole was not terribly different from a normal human, on the face of it. However, fucking Salamander up the ass was, just with her pussy, a thing that eventually lead to irresistibly strong pleasure for both of them, as she became tighter and her folds more numerous while her inferno went wild. It was a different flavour of incredible bliss. “-uuuuuuck.” John finished his scream as he slipped past the tightest point and deep inside. “I can’t, Lydia, please,” enveloped on all his sensitive points by Salamander, that was the point where John’s pride was overwhelmed by his need to finally unload inside the tight hole.

“In five seconds,” Lydia promised. “Five...” She moved up and down the dildo at an immense speed already. “Four...” John’s world was tension and little bolts of electricity. “Three...” Salamander gasped for air; her own orgasm was imminent, having tried her best to sync up with everyone else. “Two...” But the fire spirit could resist no longer, her walls and sphincter clamping down on John with incredible force as she stopped moving and howled at the ceiling. “One...” John rammed his cock all the way down Salamander’s ass with all the force he could muster. Lydia had to scream to be heard, “Cuuuuuuuum, Joooooooohn!”

Salamander’s tits jiggled with the absurd illustriousness of abundant flesh as she threw her head back, the white and black spots dancing in his field of view, Lydia filming herself with a quivering camera as she came on the replica of his cock with a drawn out sigh and wide open, greyish blue eyes watching him, all of these things overloaded his visual capacities. He felt his balls pumping out another giant load, increased to absurdity by the prolonged edging. Eventually they all collapsed, three different kinds of heavy breaths echoing through the room.

“Ha, I can do that more often,” Lydia was the first to speak again as she got off. White semen replica dripped from her tool. “I will have to take my leave now, I am running short on time. I wish we could talk a bit.”

“Soon, there is quite a bit to speak about,” John agreed with heavy breaths. She nodded and left the call.

He and Salamander cuddled for a bit longer, not being in the greatest of hurries.