Chapter 452 – Plans and Time Interlewd – Option A(clysia) [Erotic Content]

Chapter 452 – Plans and Time Interlewd – Option A(clysia) [Erotic Content]

There was really just one choice for aesthetic’s sake. That was John’s justification and Beatrice’s reason for suggesting Aclysia in the mix isolated from everyone else. Which man had access to two girls looking the same down to a mole under the left side of their lips and didn’t want to have a threesome with them?

He wrapped his arm around the waists of both of his maids. “Guess you will see me in a bit,” he told the rest of his girls. Eliza stripped. “What are you doing?” he asked on the way out.

“I won’t see you, but I WILL hear you fuck, so I will rub my beaver and I hope I cum half as hard as these maid sluts,” the blood mage told him.

Rave crossed her arms and smirked. “Who said ya could touch yourself, huh?” she demanded to know in a challenging tone. “Ya sit on your hands while I get some toys out of the playroom.”

“Oh my fuck, yesssss,” Eliza did as told and laughed like an excited psychopath.

The elementals materialized one by one, eager to engage in the lesbian scene. Seemed like there would be an orgy regardless, just without John. To start with, at least, as he would be busy just a room over. He kind of wanted to have a room where his girls would go to whenever they had the urge but he wasn’t around, just to have an endless catalogue of lesbian porn.

Lesbian porn out of which he could pluck the actresses and have them suck his dick.

“Analysis: Master wants a blowjob,” Beatrice suddenly commented as they reached the bedroom.

“That is what it seems like, yes,” Aclysia agreed. It must have been all over his surface thoughts. “That is also how we initiated Momo.”

“Actually, we initiated Momo through her kissing you fervently,” John recalled. “The blowjob came more as you trying to get her to get used to my dick.”

“Unimportant,” the weaponized maid decided as she gently pushed her master onto the flat bottom of the bed, where he then attempted to disrobe. With a raise of her hand, Aclysia asked him to stop. He obliged and waited. “As I understand, you will be a maid like me, is this correct?”

“My modus operandi is less motivated. I will, however, gladly provide assistance. Use me as an extension of yourself. If you so desire, Aclysia,” Beatrice answered in her slightly robotic fashion. “I am willing to be moulded or given purpose by you.”

Aclysia looked positively delighted by this. “Then I ask you to do as me and worship our master as he deserves.”Diiscover new stories at nove/lbin(.)c/om

“Affirmative,” Beatrice nodded, “I will follow your lead.”

John was pretty sure he liked what was going on. Not only was Beatrice finding some larger purpose, it was doing what Aclysia did which was basically always in his best interest. Also, it very much pleased his dominant side to think he would now have TWO highly subservient maids ready to read the desires off his lips. His mind went back to a certain post-tournament fight shower encounter.

Apparently, that was exactly what Aclysia had in mind as well. Either that or she was reading his surface thoughts again. “Master, I want you to let us do our best to pamper you for this encounter.”

“Fine by me,” he told them, looking from one of the two almost exactly the same maids to the other. “You best serve me well in that case,” that was just him playing the part of the stern master, he already knew that this would go splendidly. Solely because Aclysia was taking the lead. Beatrice sharing a lot of her senior creation’s basic (if dulled) personality traits certainly helped. Although it appeared in terms of servitude, Beatrice and Aclysia were roughly equals. At the very least the devotion towards John felt similar in intensity.

The weaponized and the passive maid began their work. Aclysia started on the topmost button of his suit, Beatrice immediately followed and touched the lowermost. Once his vest was completely open, they each gently tugged at one side and in perfect synchrony slid the black cloth off their creator. While Aclysia then produced a coat hanger from her inventory to store the vest away properly, her younger co-creation began working on his shirt.

Aclysia returned in time to help with that as well; once again four hands cleanly slid over his body pulling the article off him with wonderful efficiency. They didn’t even need to communicate mentally for this, John would have noticed as all communications would have needed to go through him. Their understanding came solely from the complete equality in their goals and Beatrice always assuming the lower position.

Her passive nature was of great advantage, as it allowed her to take the lowest rank in the pecking order here without being bothered by it the slightest. She didn’t have the ambition to topple the head servant of the household; on the contrary, she very much appreciated having someone to look at for guidance as to what to do.

Aclysia handed Beatrice another coat hanger. The younger maid took it and hung the shirt into the dedicated area of the large closet, next to the vest. In the meanwhile, Aclysia was starting the much shorter work of opening his pants. She had pulled them off before Beatrice returned, leaving only boxers and socks to be removed from their beloved master’s body.

Beatrice, not wanting to rob the head maid of her privilege to unpack the goods, chose the socks, placing them on the neatly folded pants in a similarly perfect resting condition. “You are a good assistant,” Aclysia complimented flirtingly brushing aside a strand of the passive maid’s hair. They were sitting on the floor to John’s feet at that moment.

“I thank you,” she just answered.

“Let me give you a reward,” Aclysia pulled Beatrice into a kiss. At the same time as their tongues intertwined and their faces blushed with sexual arousal, they both reached out to massage John’s dick through his boxers. Precum soon started oozing through the sturdy fabric of the Gamer’s Preserver, where the tip of his erection hit the undergarments.

Aclysia pulled her hand back and Beatrice followed the lead. Both of their fingers had gathered a bit of John’s nectar, and the weaponized maid firmly led it up to her co-creation’s mouth, who mirrored the movements.

Bearing witness to two infinitely hot video game characters, which he had desperately wanted to fuck when they were just pixels on his screen already, taking the shape of maids wanting to fulfil his every desire was hot. Seeing them suck on each other’s fingers was hotter. Seeing them suck on each other fingers and moan things like, “Thish tashtes gooooahhhd.” “Jusht whait untl yoh tashte his real shemehn,” in response to tasting his precum was causing his dick to ache with a mad want for release.

With slurping sounds they cleaned each other off and then went back to pay attention to John. “As maids, it is our foremost duty to please our master,” Aclysia went back to lecturing. Her words were slightly less believable, as she and her co-creation were both busy looking longingly at John’s still veiled cock, while touching each other over their clothes. As they did so, the newly acquired outfits began to retreat into their bodies. It was like watching a plant grow in reverse.

John didn’t care, he was impatient for receiving some sexual relief already. “Aclysia,” he therefore warned, in a real command this time, “hurry your introductions up. You are not here to tease me.”

“Most certainly not!” Aclysia bowed her head in apology. While the last frills and edges of their clothes disappeared, the twin-like creations reached for his underpants and pulled them off. Both of them gasped wantonly, Beatrice in seeing the enormous erection for the first time, Aclysia in knowing that she would still marvel at it the thousandth time. “My deepest apologies, Master, I got carried away with my new assistant.”

“That is fine, just show her by example instead,” John was appeased; his dick now in the open grew straight upwards and pulsated. Again, both of the hot maids in front of him acted in tandem, biting their lips at the same time. Wonderfully, they didn’t both bite the same area, but instead it was like a mirror had been put between them. The resulting bulge of light red, sensual lip tissue pointed outwards.

There was something his nerd brain took issue with in this situation. The mole was under the left side of their lip in both cases, ruining the symmetry of the scene. Before he could tell himself what kind of stupid complaint that would be, Beatrice had already shifted her mole to the right side, underneath aforementioned bulge.

And with that reminder that these girls were willing to always adjust their very body to his maximum viewing pleasure, John’s erection reached maximum level hardness.

Aclysia took a quivering, bothered breath and rose. “As you demand, Master, I need to prepare just one more thing.” Between her legs, the wetness from her well-trained pussy trickled already. Obviously, she wanted to get this show on the road as well.

Pulling a large oilcloth from her inventory, she and Beatrice spread it over the bed. John climbed on top and laid down; it seemed Aclysia really wanted him to do nothing but be pampered this time. “Master appears to be close to cumming already,” Beatrice analysed the situation, her own pussy clearly glistening with anticipation as she stepped on the bed and kneeled down at the height of his hips.

For a few more moments, he appreciated how her sturdy body was rocked by his thrusts and the quick wrapping of her hands around his hips to keep her from slipping away on the slippery oilcloth. Then he turned his attention to Beatrice. “Climb over her, ass towards me,” he instructed.

“Affirmative,” the maid followed his instructions immediately. She went on all fours above Aclysia. Grabbing the bottle of oil, John spread some more of the liquid on Beatrice. In their earlier oiling up of him, the two Artificial Spirits had exclusive used their fronts, so John was now making sure her behind was up to the standard.

He paid particular attention to her ass, to no one’s surprise. John Newman was, after all, an ass man, and the fact that 2B had a bubble butt only surpassed by Rave and Gaia was a big, round, firm part of the reason why he picked this particular appearance for her. He gave it a good slap once he found he had lubricated her well-enough.

Drops of oil splattered about the place, probably flying beyond the area covered by the oil cloth, but John didn’t care. He was busy watching the jiggle of the perfect re-enactment of a human ass and thanked the physics engine of reality for granting him such glorious a sight. “Master!” He also thanked the sound engine for giving him her sweet, crying out voice to listen to.

“Did you like that?” John asked.

“Uncertain, please repeat!” Beatrice said, looking over her smooth shoulder with a blatant ‘Yessssss’ in her green eyes. “Master!” she cried out again when he spanked her a second, then a third, a fourth and a fifth time. “Mastaaaah,” by the sixth it had devolved slightly. “Ah! I apologize for slurring your title.”

“Apology denied,” John grunted, short on words because Aclysia’s tongue massaged all the weak spots on his dick she knew about (which was all of them). Suddenly grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her up. She currently was mostly magical silicone and rubber, but that didn’t make her light. Thankfully, John Newman had diversified his Stats, so he managed to lift her regardless.

The resulting position was stamina draining to say the least. Her legs were around his head, soles pointing at the ceiling. Resting entirely on his shoulders and her hands on the slippery oilcloth, John had to hold her by her hip bones while still fucking Aclysia’s face. He didn’t have to do that last part, but he really wanted to.

‘Eat out Aclysia’s pussy, she deserves some relief,’ John commanded as he did the same towards her, forming a very crooked human triangle, the corners being wherever a mouth and a sexual organ met.

He was perhaps a bit over-enthusiastic about pressing his face into this ass, the slurping sounds of his lips and the deep prodding of his tongue being the loudest sounds in the room for a while.

It was, for all intents and purposes, the exact same ass as Aclysia’s. If someone had said that he thus shouldn’t have been so excited about it, John would have punched him in the face in the name of mankind.

Reason number one: Glory to butt-kind. Reason number two: 2B. Reason number three: Saying he shouldn’t be excited about something supreme because he already had a copy of it was like saying he shouldn’t be excited about having two copies of a rare card in Magic the Gathering. Reason number four: Her ass was as soft as a firm piece of heaven.

Using Pussy Eating to its utmost capacity, John achieved great results. Beatrice was moaning, a muffled sound as she ate out her co-creation who was, just like her, perfectly smooth downstairs. As turned on as the new creation was, it didn’t take long for those moans to become high-pitched sounds of ecstasy, one more lick of John’s tongue over her clit and she came. Her pussy overflowed under his mouth. His long tongue penetrated into her quivering folds and tasted the sweet nectar; she tasted of diluted honey with a slight note of metal and a bit like olives, the last part was undoubtedly from the oil.

Focused on maintaining her own mission, Beatrice, no matter how much she moaned and her tensing body threatened to slip from John’s grasp, continued to eat out Aclysia. In an orgasmic chain, the similarly turned on weaponized maid came slowly after and at the tongue of the youngest member of the sisterhood. The vibrating throat and writhing movements in-turn gave John the fourth orgasm of the encounter.

Always one to add compliment to orgasm, John redoubled his efforts as his seed began shooting out of his cock, giving Aclysia the requested additional lubricant. Tongue whipping and probing at Beatrice sensitive areas, which he explored to find that they weren’t the same as Aclysia’s as he initially would have guessed, he managed to make her cum a second time.

The problem that his lust-fuelled brain didn’t keep track of was that, between two quivering, oiled up orgasmic persons, it was really hard to keep maintaining the balance necessary for their standing triangle. When Beatrice did finally slip away from his grasp, her legs soon glided, with virtually no friction, off his shoulders. What could have been a very messy scrambling of limbs was saved by Aclysia, catching Beatrice by her hips with her monstrous Strength and gently lowering her the rest of the way.

“Thank you,” John gasped for air as he pulled out of Aclysia’s throat. She was sucking him like a vacuum every centimetre of the way out, and he left her with a loud, wet ‘pop’.

She gulped to get her throat somewhat clean. “You are...” she stopped as she saw a drop of cum oozing from her master’s cock, quickly licking it up while it was still in her range. “... most welcome, Master.” Gasping for some air herself, she let out a quiet sigh. Between her legs, Beatrice was still busy working her pussy. The passive maid was very dedicated to the tasks she was given.

John entirely appreciated it as he repositioned slightly, his legs raising his hips higher to change what he could access from Aclysia’s mouth to Beatrice’s pussy. She was back on her knees, and her head was lowered, putting her in a nice doggystyle position, with her ass pushed out and the glistening flesh stretched nicely.

John gave it another slap, hearing the wanted “Mhstah,” from between Aclysia’s legs. That was a habit he very much hoped she would cultivate. Then he slowly guided his cock towards her pussy, the head parting the drenched folds effortlessly to the sound of barely veiled shouts of delight.

While he could have rammed into her in one go, he felt it to be best to enjoy this new acquirement like a connoisseur and pushed into her slowly. Tasting every nook and cranny of her pussy, the extremely tight folds and milkingly pulsating tissue behind them sent John’s eyelids into a flutter. His field of view was hazy, but he saw her short, white haired head keep on moving with great enthusiasm and her glorious bubble butt close in on his hips.

Then he was in all the way. He just stopped there for a moment and closed his eyes. Closed his eyes and drew a breath. With her quivering quim around him. Her ass wiggled and gyrated ever so slightly, urging him on to move. Beatrice wanted more, wanted him.

He pulled out just a bit and eased back into her. A muffled shout. He pulled out halfway and thrusted back into her. For a moment her mouth stopped working to chant. “Yes, yes, oh my yes.” He pulled out almost completely and RAMMED back into her. A loud scream as her back curved upwards in orgasmic bliss, her eyes rolling backwards as she experienced her first penetration orgasm.

“Just enjoy yourself,” John commanded both of them. Not only did that mean that Beatrice didn’t go back to eating Aclysia’s pussy, but the weaponized maid also finally got to touch herself as second-rate replacement. Not that Aclysia, being ever as perverted as was pleasing to her master, would stop there.

As the slippery slapping of their storming hips filled the room, John giving it his all to engrain her first time deep into Beatrice’s memory, Aclysia raised her head. Her hair was heavy, soaked with oil, but that didn’t bother her as she sucked on Beatrice’s clit.

Having barely left her first orgasm, the passive maid was forced right into the next one. Being forced, not always a bad thing. At least going by her words. “My clit, Aclysia, please suck it harder, this feel sooo goooood, I want more of this. Fuck me as hard as you please, Master, take this pussy. I want to be of use to you, I want you to feel good, and you make me feel so good in return. Ah, ah, ah, yes... yes... harder... please... I am cumming again, I can’t stop cumming! Aaaaaaaah!”

Her back was permanently tensed upwards; her whole body was vibrating like one of the many toys Rave was probably currently using on Eliza in the room over. Eyes glued to the upper edge of her eyes, John began to feel like a sex god and one that would last for a while longer.

It was a monotonous ten minutes, sure, but that monotony consisted of wonderful sounds. Most of it was the silent, rattling sound of empty lungs still trying to scream, every now and again Beatrice would manage to inhale and actually loudly declare something that John always wanted to hear from his girls. “I love you! I love this feeling, I love you giving it to me, I love you!”

Was it a bit weird to hear it so soon after her complicated creation, did it feel like this was just Aclysia’s natural tendencies speaking out of another mouth? Yes, but genuine it was nonetheless. Who was he to apply human standards to a fully sapient construction of a crystal, random materials and mana anyway?

All he felt in his heart was the blossoming affection for this girl. This accidentally sarcastic, sassy girl. This girl damaged because of his mistakes. A girl that bore to him no ill will, lived with her situation with passive acceptance. She was weird, he couldn’t understand all of her, but she was interesting and she carried on like everyone else, even if she behaved a bit like a decorative plant if no one told her what to do.

“I love you too!” he thus declared, knowing that he was insane to fall in love so quickly himself. He didn’t care, his life was great, she was great, and with another slap on her perfect ass, he spilled a new load inside her. Their orgasms peeked at the same time; John pulled both Beatrice and Aclysia into a mental maze of that climax. As his balls continued to scatter their product inside the artificial pussy, they both squirted. That it was a second-hand experience for Aclysia mattered very little at the sheer weight of it.

John’s legs and the oil cloth became a deep mess of the clear liquid from Beatrice, while Aclysia managed to explode with such intensity that she actually caused the initial spurt to spoil the floor, flying over the edge of the bed.

Heavily breathing, they collapsed one by one. They lay there in the puddle. Aclysia soon tried to peel herself out of the mountain of sprawled out limbs. Grabbing her by the wrist, John prevented her from leaving the bed. “You can clean up later,” he told her as he pulled her into an embrace. He locked his hands together, causing the three of them to be squished together in a bundle of warmth and love. “For now we cuddle.”



“”Yes, Master,”” the two of them replied, resting their heads on a shoulder each and smiling.