Chapter 425 – Desire is another constant [Erotic Content]

Chapter 425 – Desire is another constant [Erotic Content]



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“Oh, thank god,” John said; his HP had been getting pretty low. Towards the end a group of Necroozes had actually managed to spill into the bunker. The steady increase of enemies, with Raincallers spawning and then making more Un-damned spawn which then caused John and consorts to kill more Un-damned which caused more Raincallers to spawn, starting the whole thing over again, was vicious.

Halfway through John had actually resorted to a ‘delay, don’t kill’ tactic, because he had a feeling of where the wind had been blowing. From that point onwards they had been killing as little as possible. Of course, Metra didn’t share that view and happily continued decimating, which complicated things tremendously. In the end it came down to thirty second desperate last stand where John was ready to pull the Escape Rope action at any moment.

Thankfully, he hadn’t done that, and now he had gotten that level he wanted. He was also witness to how loot in Assault worked for the first time, which was in the shape of it suddenly appearing wherever there had been a successful kill. With the rain of necrotic energy over, he then delegated everyone to pick up some of the stuff.

“My timing is perfect as ever,” Rave suddenly appeared next to him, startling her boyfriend immensely.

“Christ, where did you suddenly come from?!” he asked her.

“I opened the door and stepped in... although there now is no door,” she explained, looking around herself. “Was confused when it was locked. Guess it won’t let people enter into ongoing dungeons?”

“That would be the assumption, yes,” John answered and then was witness to a very dangerous phenomenon in the shape of a question he should have asked himself way earlier.

What happened when a super pissed Metra suddenly had nothing left to kill?

The answer (at least with him) was, find her master, nakedly tackle him at easily 50 km/h, thus ripping him to the floor and immediately tearing his pants open, then look at his currently limp dick and go right at it. Her stat increase (capping out at 300% at the end) did increase Libido after all, so this shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

Either way, he found himself growled at, “You just lie there, I need something hard and I need something inside me and I need it fast.” Now, normally he would have taken the challenge. He much preferred fighting for control with his more dominating leaning girls, that way they got turns being the one advancing the lewdness. Seldomly he completely gave it up when requested. This would be one of those rare times, mostly because of the hand pressing against his lower abdomen. It didn’t pain him or anything, but it made sure he remained in place and had no other choice than to do so.

“Oh, I am getting all in on that action,” Rave giggled, stripping in the background.

‘Curses that I got a girlfriend who is a sadist herself!’ John thought, having fooled himself into expecting help from her to take the wheel back. Instead the two of them soon were face to face, working on his dick.

First, she crawled close, like a cat on the prowl. Playfully, she bit John’s earlobe. “You better call back Jack,” he would have to inform her about the birds fate later, “or possess some pebble or something while your eyes still see something that isn’t that perfect ass,” she whispered. “Cause ya gonna see me make-out with my metal twin over there while ya eat me out.”

He forced himself to look away from both the magnificently raised backside to his right and the still rocking abs in front of him long enough to do just that. A mere moment later, he saw her smooth thigh reach over him, his girlfriend straddling over his face. The perfect rounding of her bubble butt was above him. Her wetly rubbed pussy glistened, desperate for attention. John could not await tasting the overflowing honey, his tongue reaching out of his mouth. Finally, his girlfriend’s hips lowered and she took her rightful seat.

He was really grateful that he had possessed a pebble now, as he was absolutely blinded by the sheer volume of her ass cheeks. This way he was perfectly able to watch Metra continuously riding him and Rave facing her. A moment later, they weren’t just facing each other, Metra slumping forwards, her still rocking body seeking a bit of support that the Lightbearer willingly supplied. The little thing she took in turn were the berserker babe’s moans, sealing them between their joined lips.

It was another one of those sights that sent a torrent of pleasure through John, his hips hammering upwards as his lower body tensed up and he came. Rave felt the moans and groans that awakened in both of her partners in her upper and lower lips. The dominant side of the pink-haired bombshell was deeply pleased by this, as her body pressed John to the ground and Metra was naught but putty in her lust induced haze.

All through the show that Rave made out of her making out session with the dirty blonde, John came. When their wild hair cascaded in their heated exchange, when a little moan escaped through the little gap between winding lips, when Rave ran her hands over Metra’s head, each time John spurted a giant load into Metra.

Luckily Source of Satisfaction made his endurance largely unimportant. The moment he thought he was tapped, his balls suddenly surged. Four minutes must have ticked over, having gone down from five since the skill’s refill cooldown was reduced by one minute every 20 levels. Eventually, his balls would be literally bottomless. This realization hit John quite frequently, but it was unbelievable every time.

For the moment though, he had his hands back. Neither Metra nor Rave were in a position to continue holding them down, and with his orgasms subsided (for the moment), he had control over his body back to a satisfying degree. Not that the thing he wanted to do was particularly complicated.

He slapped his hands on Rave’s butt, with way more force than necessary just to produce that satisfying smacking sound. Fingers digging into one of the two places where she could be called thick, he extended his tongue deep into her folds. She tasted sweet, like bubble-gum with a note of mint. As to how that was possible: John knew all the secrets of the shampoos she used, but he didn’t mind. She went through the effort of looking stunning and her cunt attractive to eat out, what did he care if she cheated a bit through things like magical shampoo? It was already unfair towards the rest of womankind that she looked that great without make-up or brushing her hair.

The other place where she was thick (albeit not particularly so, compared to other girls in his harem) pressed down on his head. Her thighs could have crushed a watermelon, but around him they just supplied him with a softness and warmth from all sides. The only thing he didn’t like about his current position was the lack of time to breathe, but that was hot in a weird way. He wasn’t nearly as into the feeling as Eliza, but right now it worked for him.

Whether her thighs were tensing up in response to his assault on her pussy with his skilled tongue or because she wanted to reprimand him for the slap on her butt, John didn’t know. Rave didn’t take the time between kissing Metra, cupping her breasts or biting the brown nipples to explain, neither did John want her to. The only thing he wanted to hear from her right now were her panting exhales and moaning.

He attempted to press his face even deeper into her ass, but he was already all the way there. Tongue extended as far as possible, long and pointy, he penetrated her with it. Overflowing love juice ran over his lips, filled his taste buds and covered his lower face.

Slurping sounds echoed from his mouth as he sucked on her clit – her moans became louder, Metra’s moves became quicker, everyone was groaning, then screaming, then suddenly everyone was quiet, occasional grunts being the only exceptions, body tensed in a perfectly synced up array of orgasms.

Two girls were sitting on top of John, brown and white skinned, blonde and pink haired, Middle Eastern and Asian, but looking extremely similar in all other aspects, as if they were half-sisters. The former, Metra, threw her head backwards as cum flooded her twitching and milking pussy. The latter, Rave, slumped forwards as her boyfriend’s tongue kept licking while her orgasmic tight folds quivered between her thighs. Both of them squirted a torrent of girl-cum on him as he gave them a mind-blowing orgasm of a capacity only he could do for them.

Still, John felt like the luckiest and most-fulfilled person in the room, throughout his orgasm and afterwards, as he refused to ever take the fact that beautiful women like this were sleeping with him, cumming for him and making him cum so often with such intensity (even with a lack of awesome skills for it) for granted.