Chapter 439 – 'Thank god we are still alive-sex” – Part 1 [Erotic Content]

Chapter 439 – “Thank god we are still alive-sex” – Part 1 [Erotic Content]

Immediately after that gathering, Rave told John to follow her. To which he responded he wanted to take a shower. “Look, I said I am going to send Scarlett a nude if she sends me one and in return she will pay her window cleaners properly.”

“That is an... odd end to that chain,” Rave pointed out, “but there is a shower where Eliza is, so we can go there anyway. Does Scarly want a dick-pic or a full-on nude?”

“Nude, with erection, glistening from a fresh shower,” John explained. “Also, that’s the nickname she gets?”

“She is asking my boyfriend for nudes, I give her a silly name, I say we are even,” his girlfriend declared. “At least for the moment.”

They went to the main deck and John had figured out where they were heading by then. John had gotten some more advanced sex toys since his life had gotten out of other people’s houses and hotel rooms, and due to the rather spacious nature of some of them, they had needed to get an extra room for them.

Putting them in his bedroom felt wrong, that’s where he slept and had Vanilla sex. The living room was a room to chill-out and for quickies. For the true kinky stuff, they needed an extra room, so they had transformed one of the many larger bedrooms (which were more like apartments without a kitchen, really) on the main deck with that purpose in mind. It was bad placement, needing to take a trip downstairs to get freaky was annoying and it was right next to the other guest rooms. If they ever had other guests, that would raise the question why they were going in there and coming out all ravaged all the time. At least it was soundproof though.

“I am telling you though, I am going to fuck the hell out of all of you tonight,” John declared as they reached the door. “Few things make me more wanting to fuck and exchange loving words than almost dying. Makes me confirm that this life isn’t done with me yet and that it’s still great.”

“Well, ya will like this sight then,” Rave said and the door slid open.

The room was dimly lit by magical, cold candles that glowed with a soft golden light. Diffused sticks throughout the room created a heavy aroma of sandalwood, vanilla and cinnamon, an erotic mix that immediately reminded John of good times.

Throughout the originally boring bedroom stood earlier mentioned equipment. A love swing, a shelf stacked with different bindings, chains and metal bars, a collection of vibrators, an assortment of ball gags inside a tall showcase right next to several blindfolds and muffs over mannequin heads, that was the basic display that greeted him. Hooks had been placed on several points of the ceiling and walls to allow for bondage to happen wherever was pleasing right now. For further improvisation, there were bars with suction cups one could use to force someone against a wall.

Putting it easily, this room had pretty much everything a pervert of John’s level could want. Including, at the middle of it all, a masochist dangling from the ceiling. Eliza hung in the air, dripping on the basic white floor (they had ripped out the carpet for obvious reasons) out of her lower and proper mouth, being unable to close the latter due to a ring of metal keeping it ready for a face fucking.

The chains that held her up connected at her upper back and to the heavy metal bar between her legs, spreading them wide. Her feet were raised, her wrists bound to her ankles, forcing her back into a heavy backwards bent, on the very edge of what a spine should go through. Most of her body was hidden underneath a French maid outfit, the one they had originally bought to punish Siena.

While the lack of visible skin was a shame, the cosplay was miraculously erotic. It helped that the buttons around her bosom were stretched quite heavily from the position Eliza was in. John marvelled at the high-stockings, the way they squished into her thighs at the edge, and the white panties that peeked out between Eliza’s legs. They had turned see-through along her pussy some time ago; their real purpose was to hold the little egg-shaped vibrator in place as it rubbed against Eliza’s pussy. The skirt, largely resting on her back due to the curve of her body or just hanging downwards, did basically nothing to hide it.

“Does she know we are here?” John asked, Eliza moaning occasionally out of the gag in her mouth, tongue tasting the air and saliva dripping down her chin. The reason he asked were the blindfold and muffler on her, the latter of which was quite large.

“With her senses? Who knows,” Rave answered. “We made sure to test it before I was gone, so she shouldn’t be able to hear or see us. She can probably smell us though.” A particularly intense groan, unconnected to an orgasm, seemed to be Eliza indeed noticing that they had entered. If she could smell them despite the scent-layered air, that was just another display of how stupendously good her senses were.

“If she only knows that we are here but not what we are doing or talking about, then that only makes it better,” John stated. Personally, he was convinced that it was more torturous for Eliza to know something could happen any second now than just waiting without any information.

“Eh, I would have liked to surprise her,” Rave didn’t seem to share that. “Anyway, you said you wanted to take a shower?”

“Yeah, she can hang in there for a couple more minutes,” John didn’t realize the pun until he was already in the bathroom. He disrobed in a matter of seconds and hopped in.

With a large smirk on his face and hot water running over his back, he curved middle and ring finger into her. Her wet groove gripped onto them and immediately she sighed lustfully. Buried in her ass as he still was, this was the maximum amount of time he could wait before his hips just moved on their own.

Hard thrusts sent Rave’s entire body grinding against the water-slick tiles. John’s fingers were moving in quick and shorts bursts, as close to a vibrator as his human physique allowed him, the ball of his thumb stimulating her clit while he dug into her. His steel rod of a cock travelled in and out of Rave, pulling halfway back before thrusting forwards again. A satisfying blend of the wet claps from their hips meeting and their intertwining groans filled the steamy cabin with the sounds of lovemaking.

John wasn’t able to hold out more than thirty more seconds in that environment. The air was too hot, his girlfriend's athletic body pressed against him too erotic, her voice too sweet. The profile of her turned face between now both of her hands on the wall rose and fell a tiny margin every time the impact of his thrusts hit her bottom. Mouth wide agape, tongue slightly pushing past her lips, her moans turned into heated panting, higher and higher in pitch, the lids of her closed eyes switched rapidly between tense and absolute relaxation, and her face reflected that same change.

“I'm cumming!” John screamed, his fingers speeding up in a desperate last spurt, his hips thrusting three more times, each one producing a louder clap than the last one, before his balls tightened and Rave’s lower back curved away from his just as she screamed those very same words.

In orgasmic instinct, he placed his lips on her neck as she howled at the ceiling, marking her with a nice hickey as they both came. Thick seed pumping into her ass, causing nothing but pleasure as John felt her pussy violently contract around his fingers. Their legs were shaking, John had to rely heavily on her to stand upright, while she had to in-turn keep desperate grasp on the wall. It was doomed to fail and so they slowly slid downwards until they fell the last bit. Rave was now on top of him, directly under the running water with John still inside her.

“We need...” she gasped.

“...to install handles here,” John finished in the same exhausted tone, taking a deep breath. “Phew, that was foreplay.”

“Shit,” one of Rave’s rare curses, “I totally forgot we still need to dominate Eliza during that orgasm. I am really looking forward to that. Can you believe what a horny gal ya made me?”

“Hey, you seduced virgin young me!” John complained. “Gave me a blowjob in the woods, forced me to watch porno with you – with you sitting naked next to me!”

“I had a towel,” she joked and turned to kiss him. Just a short one, to peter out the post-orgasmic bliss. “Anyway, is there a reason you blow such giant loads?” that question came after she got off him and started cleaning herself up. Her back entrance was gaping.

“Seems to scale with something, Gaia hasn’t told me yet though...” John said.



“Nevermind, it scales with Endurance and Libido, way more with Libido,” John answered as Rave put out the shower for a moment to soap up. His dick had barely gotten a little bit flaccid and the sight of her bubble-covered, lustre body put that right back to full force. Fighting his way back to his feet, he wanted to ask if she would do him the favour of handing him the soap. Instead, she used her soapy hands on him, especially his dick.

“Maybe ya should increase Libido in the future,” his girlfriend suggested in a tone that was more like a guideline, while she was cleaning up his dick. “Seeing ya shoot giant loads is fun, plus they taste amazing.”

“That’s just a bit of a waste of points,” John told her.

“Ya think having more fun with me and our girls is a waste of points?” Rave raised a valid question. “Who are ya and what did ya do to my boyfriend?”

“Touché,” John stated once again; he was quickly becoming used to the deep voice. “I guess I can spare 25 points after I raised Agility. Who knows, maybe the perk will be great?”

Shortly thereafter, John got out of the shower and pulled his phone out.

It was time to shoot a nude and then fuck a very bad girl.