Chapter 440 – 'Thank god we are still alive-sex”– Part 2 [Erotic Content]

Chapter 440 – “Thank god we are still alive-sex”– Part 2 [Erotic Content]

John looked at the image he received. For some reason, Scarlett had seen it fit to put on both her round sunglasses and hat. The glasses sat deep enough on her nose that her red eyes were peeking over the rim as she looked up into the phone she had taken the nude with.



Her body was as weirdly attractive as the rest of her. Some moisture kept clinging to her petite breasts and gave them a nice, fresh look. The pink nipples he had seen earlier were as erect as they had been back then, on her lips was a wide smile, teasingly biting the tip of her index finger. He concentrated on the parts he hadn’t seen before.

As her figure had already given away, she was quite lanky. No muscles of the slightest athletic variety were visible under her skin. Her body was just healthy looking, like someone who ate enough and the right things and went to the gym maybe once a week. The fire red bush between her legs was trimmed to leave the sides of her pussy lips bare, but she seemed to take some pride in the colour and let it grow (in a controlled way) where it didn’t get in the way of oral business.

John’s cock pulsated with the need of exploring very deeply what was between those legs, but that was something that had to wait for much, much later, it seemed. He also really wanted to see what kind of ass she was hiding. Her hips had the shape that he, as a connoisseur of only the finest booty, could deduce had to be quite nice and tight, but he needed visual confirmation. A transparent black bar held a line of text in typical SnapChat style. ‘Your turn~’

“Smah-oking,” Rave commented from the side-lines, playfully grabbing John’s dick. “I know I find her hotter than ya, because she looks like a bit of a guy, but ya still have a very confirming erection.”

“She still looks like a hot chick...” John tried to argue. “But yes, my boner is honest but my mind is mildly confused. I try not to think too hard about it; fact is I’d do her. Anyway, photo time,” he switched to camera mode and wondered how best to do this. “Might as well give her a lot to look at,” he reasoned and put his arm around Rave. She masturbated him for a bit, making a drop of precum run down his shaft for extra effect while he made sure that Eliza was visible in the background.

He shot the photo and attached the info about his dick measurements. A moment later he got a message.

Scarlett: 3D printer on the go!

Scarlett: Also fucking hell you have a giant cock.

Scarlett: Also: Hamena, hamena, hamena... one day soon, you will tap me.

John: Yeah, until then, I have to tap a very bad girl.

Scarlett: Don’t let me stop you.

He threw his phone into his inventory and was thus done with the distractions. He had just cum inside Rave, but now he felt like he needed to get another load out ASAP. “I am going to warm up now,” he said to Rave and then turned to Aclysia. The weaponized maid had been working diligently the whole time, using the time her master had been in the shower to make sure everything was dust free and the sources of the scents were full. “You do the same, I am going to cum A LOT today.” ‘You girls should also come out,’ he told his elementals while walking his way over to the bound masochist.

As suggested, all five of his female elementals materialized. “Mhm,” Siena hummed as John took position behind the maid-uniform-wearing Eliza. “This is something I like to see,” she smirked at John. “You say you do want this to be an orgy for the ages, yes?”

“Yes, why?” John raised an eyebrow questioningly, pumping his cock to spread some precum over it. Source of Satisfaction made it feel like he was rubbing a piece of wood rather than his own dick. Masturbation was forever denied to him, but there was a selection of holes hanging like drying pork from the ceiling right now.

“I do have a suggestion... later,” Siena teased and then was gone to tentacle fuck someone - probably Gnome.

John let the girls have fun and slid aside Eliza’s panties in a quick movement, careful to keep the vibrator in place. What limited amount she could move in her tight bindings, she used to writhe as that little contact to the air already provided an ungodly change to the torturous stimulus she had been receiving for the past hours.

With a swift move of his hips, he pushed right into her and was greeted with an explosion of liquid. The insertion alone made Eliza cum so hard it sounded like someone was aiming a watering hose at the floor.

John groaned in deep pleasure as the folds pulsated perfectly around his prick. Folds that weren’t just a run-of-the-mill pussy (not that there was anything wrong with those, as Rave demonstrated on the daily) but one that actively evolved with his cock in mind. To quote the currently muffled woman attached to that pussy: “I want you fucker to breed me like a sex slave and I want only you shithead to do it, so I will just mutate my freaky vagina to fit your cock perfectly.”

Was the result much better than it was before? Yes, but she was just biologically doing what Aclysia had been doing before. It was more the fact that she was submissive down to the genome that got John going. There was no going deeper, exactly like his cock couldn’t penetrate her any further without pushing against her womb.

His enjoyment of the whole ordeal was somewhat dampened by the worrying way the metal stick between her legs quivered. The fact that she was bound there was, after all, just an illusion; with her stupid strength she could have ripped those chains apart at any given moment. That would only became a problem if she lost control during the massive orgasm she was having right now.

She was still squirting; primal groans left her wide-open mouth through the ring gag. It didn’t look like her orgasm would be subsiding anytime soon, so John did the only decent thing and started thrusting into the masochist’s supremely sensitive snatch. With every push into her tight folds, he also felt the nearby vibrator tickle alongside the underside of his shaft. It was odd, but in a nice way, a new hint of flavour that he appreciated for the novelty of it.

While her orgasm finally ebbed away, never vanishing but at least stopping her from soiling the floor and the outfit even further with her perverse juices, John grabbed Eliza by the hips. The wonderful advantage of her just hanging there was that he could freely swing her over his cock like a living fleshlight. His movements were in perfect harmony, hips and arms finding a rhythm that saw him smack into Eliza with all his body strength over and over again.

John stopped for a moment to tear off the skirt of her maid outfit. It was just swaying and in the way of looking at her ass. The ruptured piece of cloth sailed to the floor, soon starting to soak up all kinds of fluids. With the backwards raised position her legs were in, her butt was extremely tensed up, so very little in the way of jiggling was happening, but that didn’t dissuade the Gamer from playing one of his favourite games: ‘how long can the imprint last’.

The rules of this activity were: he slapped her ass and then he looked how long the imprint of his hand stayed. The deciding factors were the strength of his slap and how much concentration Eliza had left to suppress her natural healing factor. The answer to both was: little.

His hand landed on her behind with a nice smack, but the imprint was already gone by the time he raised his hand. ‘I really need to raise Strength,’ John thought to himself as he didn’t dream of lowering the amount of bliss clogging up Eliza’s decision making right now.

Pretty quickly into that game, he felt his balls boiling with the need to release the first load of the second round, and he gladly gave in without putting up a struggle of willpower. Eliza had already cum in spades and was there to give him some quick relief. So, he just let out a long, relaxed sigh as he felt tension leaving his body and filling her pussy in the form of his seed.

Now John didn’t know if this was a feature or a bug of Eliza’s declared goal of adjusting her pussy, but it was like the thing was suddenly sucking him off in response to the first spurt of semen. It tightened down and pulsated in a way that was wringing and milking every drop of semen he could shoot in one go. It wasn’t on Siena’s (or sometimes Salamander’s) level, but holy hell, did it feel good. This girl really wanted to be pregnant with his kid.

While that was, for some reason, incredibly hot and put John’s sensations into a height where he actually moaned out “Eliza!” while his balls tightened again with newfound vigour, it didn’t mean anything. Thanks to Abyssal medical magic of the 19th century, Eliza was currently a barren field. Didn’t stop their orgasms from being amazing though.

“You came pretty hard there, did your mistress tease you that badly?” John wanted to know between gathering breaths, not expecting an answer due to the obvious hindrance. When he pulled out, only one drop fell to the floor; the entire rest of his load had gone inside her and a moderate amount was soon oozing out her pussy.

There was something very satisfying about seeing her dribble with his cum. Not quite as satisfying as her continued aftershock induced spasming in the binding and the sound of rattling chains that came along with it, but satisfying nonetheless.

“Oh, I teased her gooooood,” Rave purred from the background, currently riding Aclysia’s cock. The orgy had gone into full swing in the background. Siena and Undine were busy tentacle fucking the competition with Rave and Aclysia isolating themselves, as the techno lover was only waiting for an opportunity to get back into the action.

John circled around Eliza and pushed his cock through the ring into her mouth. A normal blowjob was more pleasurable, in his humble opinion, as the sucking lips made a whole lot of a difference, but just facefucking the naughty masochist had value on its own. The blood mage was inclined to agree, going by the fact that even this act made her basically scream on his cock; moans just didn’t do it justice anymore.

Ripping the blindfold from her eyes, John was met with an expected but also slightly unusual sight. Her eyes had travelled up her head, completing her fucked silly look, which only got reinforced as a mixture of precum and saliva splattered on the area surrounding her lips and turned them into a glistening mess. Sweat had turned her hair slightly sticky, something that John didn’t mind at all when he roughly grabbed it to make his work that much easier.

The unusual part came in when she blinked in response to the sudden light. For a moment her eyes rolled around. The golden dots were moving, unsurprisingly with how agitated she must have been at that moment, but instead of a circle they formed something resembling a heart. She was looking at John with literal love in her eyes for a moment before another thrust of his enormous cock deep into her throat sent them straight back up.

“You are...” he groaned, then he remembered she couldn’t hear him. He took the mufflers off her ears; dirty talk was just not the same with them on and there was no surprise approach anymore. “You are such a whore for my cock, aren’t you?” There was something like an attempted nod. “Good girl, knowing your place, keep your throat relaxed and maybe I will let you breathe.”

To the left of him, Rave doubled her tempo. Her athletic body leaned back, midriff stretched, and she was overall positioned in a reverse cowgirl to allow John to see everything. Despite the fact that it was Aclysia fucking her, John felt a bit of an annoyance at the fact that it wasn’t his dick inside his girlfriend right now. Although technically the weaponized maid was an extension of himself still, that was the logic by which he allowed it in the first place.

‘You are welcome to take the wheel, Master,’ Aclysia mentally informed him, opening her spirit wide to his influence, like John had done for Momo months ago. For a moment, John hesitated. Taking control there wouldn’t just mean guiding her movements, it also meant to share in all of her pleasure.

John pulled out, then he saw only fuckable holes again. “Right here!” his attention was caught by a chattering mouth. “Here we are, fuck us, fuck us, I wanna try that!” Sylph’s small body was laying on top of Salamander, both of them attractively hovering. Their enormous height difference meant that they weren’t chest to chest but that Sylph was actually on the perfect height to suck on her fiery contractual sister’s nipples.

“You airhead, what are playing with my tits fooooo-aaaaah!” Salamander’s question was interrupted rather immediately when she and Sylph each took in one of their summoner’s iron hard dicks. The different elemental properties of their pussies surrounded him. “Oh my hells!” the endflame elemental groaned out loud, she was completely overwhelmed.

Salamander with her pussy that was like it was continuously adding oil to a fire with each thrust. Sylph’s with her storming snatch that changed in its feeling depending on how she was fucked. When handled with subtlety, the latter was a lot different while the former had much greater heights in the long run.

There was no long run here. John’s hips were basically a blur and both of the spirits, perverted by nature of being one with John, threw their heads upwards as this was far beyond what they were used to. They were already primed for a fucking from all the tentacle foreplay they had been enduring, but this was too intense.

“Oh, darn, dangit, fuck, ups, I don’t, intercourse, meant to curse, but, aaaah, mother wind, mother wind, this too good, thank you for making me so that John could, fuck, fuck, sex, yes, yes, yes, seeeex is great! Thank you, my life is this feeling right now! I am sooo exciteeeed, I just came all over iiiit!” Sylph palavered as she came and came on top of John’s dick. If she had the ability to, she would have been squirting, instead electricity radiated from her, only a soft voltage that made John’s skin tingle and him feel even more awake.

“Sh----sssssshit...” Salamander wanted to tell the airhead to shut her trap but was busy actually squirting herself. The oily liquid splattered on the floor, where it quickly evaporated and heated up the room somehow. Another factor that only heightened John’s sensations as he pumped those two full of seed. “Tap out, tap out!” the endflame elemental pleaded then clenched her teeth with her whole body spasming from ecstasy and electricity.

Sylph wasn’t done yet, or at least she didn’t indicate anything of the kind, but she always had a bigger sexual appetite than the rest of her sisters in arms. Salamander was saved by Gnome literally throwing her off John’s dick. Of course that got her in the firing line.

“I-I will take full responsibility... for... that... dick I just... uhm...,” she started out strong but as John pushed her to the floor. “Maybe this was a bad idea-ah!” An earth-wind sandwich was created underneath John’s body as he took both of them in the missionary position. Once more Sylph’s small size came in handy, as she blocked none of the reactions on the pure, Korean looking earth lady which gave the primal John such a deep satisfaction to see change.

From shamed, to slowly opening, to accepting, to wanting, to finally being one with the ecstasy like the rest of the girls John was or had been inside. Salamander and Eliza were still ravished by aftershocks so strong they would have been visible on a seismic scale. Then he came inside both of them, Sylph’s stomach actually bloating a little as the unprecedented amount flooded her elemental physique.

“Need... pause...,” Sylph finally caved and Gnome just nodded. It hadn’t even been three minutes since he stuck his dick into Salamander, and they didn’t have the excuse of being sexually tortured for several hours before this.

“I will have to ask for your forgiveness,” Aclysia said and grabbed John by the shoulder. “But this is for our and your best.” She pulled him backwards then mounted him. “Plus I really want you inside me, Master... John... my John,” her tone was of great satisfaction as she rode him. “Please, touch me,” she requested taking his hands and guiding them to her chest.

He just grunted in satisfaction. Words were needles while he was kneading a nice, firm pair of tits and his dicks were hammering into a pair of wet and willing holes. As was requested by his sane self, Aclysia did not have her dick around when having intercourse with him, meaning he was only looking at the extremely beautiful body of a slender, white-haired warrior maid.

His hips were rocking from below with immense speed. In devotion, she matched it. Like a system of pistons out for utmost ecstatic efficiency, they moved. Her long, wonderful hair flew up and down, she moaned loud. Moaned his name. Moaned his title. Moaned how much she loved him and then she came. Came long before him and he just continued on. Her hips tried to keep moving, but then she was at this mercy. She was sitting on top, but she was no longer in charge as John changed the position of his hands to her hips and plunged into her with barbaric brutality.

He came inside her once, stopping only for a second to make sure the first spurt of semen was shot out at the point of maximum penetration. Gathering herself, Aclysia coerced him into staying in place by riding him again, the artificial muscles inside her pussy massaging him in the most pleasurable of ways.

He came inside her twice. Grunting between his clenched teeth. Then a third time. A fourth. Aclysia managed to occupy him for a whole three minutes by her lonesome, but by the end she too had to capitulate.

“Mashtaaahh,” she slurred out with her mouth messy from the saliva that had escaped her between her moaning. “I am shoooorryyyy,” she felt her master cum inside her a fourth time, she knew there wouldn’t be a fifth today, “I can’t take it anymooore. Your lusssht is too great for me.” Her stomach bloated a slight bit as almost half a litre of semen now filled both of her holes. When she collapsed on him, to then be carefully rolled aside by John, the absurd amount came almost spurting out of her.

Even while Libido-drunk, John would never handle his girls disrespectfully. To that end, he took a moment to make sure Aclysia was laying comfortable before looking around. There had to be a hole or two to sink his cocks into around here. A women very important to him attached to these ladyparts. He found them and her leaned against the wall, perfect ass pushed out.

“Best for last, tiger,” Rave smirked at him as he came running towards her. He still had about six and a half minutes to go, and he would use it to take her and then everyone else again.

Rave gasped as he entered, the double penetration making his sexual bonuses work on both holes. “Come on, ya can take me as hard as ya want!” she challenged him and he growled like a beast and took her up on the challenge. Her ass was so soft, it was heaven, not just under his fingers as he gripped her but also against his hips as he rammed into her with immense power. Each of his thrusts was cushioned by the fantastic qualities of bubble butt, the flesh squished hypnotically. “HARDER!” she challenged him between clenched teeth. “I almost lost ya today to some rando, remind me you are still here!”

Her long, pink, permanently dishevelled mane swung in accordance to his hips. Every thrust was an orgasm in and of itself, when compared to what he usually felt. It was a plateau no man was meant to reach, but much like multiple orgasms and the ability to cum basically as many times as he wanted, John didn’t care about limits reality had set out for the average man. He was not average, he was the fucking Gamer, and he would fill his sexy ass girlfriend’s holes with as much seed as she could take.

“YEEEESSSSS!” she threw her head back and came around him. Her sphincter clenched down on his upper cock, her pussy quivered around his lower cock. He kept loading her with baby batter. She splattered her own juices all over the floor as he thrusted and thrusted and thrusted despite his orgasmic height.

When he finally was done cumming, he looked towards the other girls, scanning for who could take him again. The second he pulled out, he had his legs swept away. “I have other plans,” Rave informed him, straddling over him, dripping some of his cum on the floor before sealing the holes with his enormous cocks again. “Ya ain’t goin anywhere before I say ya can, get that, darling?” Now that was a word she had never used towards him before. Somehow that cut through the haze and made him smile.

“Like you can take it, honey,” he answered her challenge and their eyes locked.

Her body bounced on top of his for a minute, then he came. He pressed her to the floor. He fucked her for a minute, then he came. He pushed her up the wall with her back against it. From position to position, all the time their eyes were locked.

Rave was moaning and screaming the whole time, but her eyes never wavered. Even as they glazed over from one continuous orgasm that accompanied her boyfriend’s constant assaults on her mind, she stared stubbornly ahead.

He came not only in her. Seeing her stomach bloat he was worried he might do too much to her insides, so he pulled out and came over her instead two times in the middle of their exercise, when they were just too tired for anything fancy and she was just laying there and he was just fucking her. It allowed enough of his seed to flood out of her to make room for some more.

One last orgasm ravaged both of them, and as he threw his back into the final thrust, as her spine curved up and off the ground, so did their gaze finally break. At exactly the same time, both of them looked away, eyes growing unfocused and glued to the upper corners of their limit in a fucked silly fashion. The whole tension she had been suppressing unloaded in a spasm of motions that saw her delivering a punch to the floor that put a deep dent in it as she quivered and writhed.

John himself was just tense; the only parts of him moving were his pumping cocks, and once they had done their deed and his second cock vanished, he fell backwards. Aclysia caught him and together they looked at the heavily breathing Rave, who had taken him on her own for almost half of the entire duration of Cumslut’s existence.

He, Rave as well as Undine and Siena needed to recover. The slime girl wasn’t even able to form a coherent shape, she was just a roughly attractive female outline blobbing on the floor. Siena was crawling with aftershocks, the expression on her face defiant but ecstatic and her claws doing yet more damage to the floor.

John, thanks to Gamer’s Body, recovered quite quickly.

“Help,” Rave eventually croaked, raising a hand from her position on the floor. John went over, stepping into a small lake of his own semen. His girlfriend was covered head to toe in the stuff, it was kind of gross, but he had to respect that. “I can’t feel my legs... or anything from my navel downwards. How are ya standing, John? Gimme some of your bullshit! Get the medic!”

John glanced over to Undine who was barely able to raise her head and shake it before collapsing back into herself. “You will have to wait a few more minutes for that.”

“Different fucking question,” a still bound but somewhat recovered Eliza asked, having had the prime seat to look at all of that happening. “How is your slut brain still intact after that rough of a fuck? Shitting hellholes of non-existent Satan’s anus, you should be broken right now!”

There was actually a bit of a consensus between Eliza and the rest of the girls there. Rave, shivering with another aftershock triggered by her sucking some semen off her finger, looked amused at that. Her finger came free with a ‘pop’. “Oh that’s easy,” she winked, “I had so much sex with John at this point, I am basically already broken in... I just got eased into it over time or something like that?”

That was an outrageous answer, just because she had the most sex with John out of the people in the room didn’t mean anyone else had little sex with him.

“There is just no way I would let my boyfriend forget who best girl is,” she smirked and scooped up some more semen. “But I need another shower now. John, ya up for it?”

“... Oh god almighty in heaven, thank you for blessing me with this woman,” the Gamer mumbled and took her off the ground and carried her. “Orgy continues in the shower!” he announced to anyone already back on their feet again, so himself and Aclysia. Everyone else could come after in a bit.



It was a long, long orgy session.