Chapter 520 – Events to Nomination 8 – Undisciplined Behaviour

Chapter 520 – Events to Nomination 8 – Undisciplined Behaviour

Whether it was the drunkenness or the recent happenings in the public and with his family had immunized him against sexual awkwardness, John didn’t feel a hint of inhibition as he stripped down to his underwear and stood there with a very apparent erection. As a matter of fact, all three of them had raging boners hidden under the taut cloth of their boxers, which John allowed himself to look at exactly long enough to be absolutely certain of one thing. He was, indeed, that biggest guy in the room.

Speaking actual body size, John was the smallest out of the trio. Terkal was about 2,20 metres. Guy was a giant, but just as lanky as the Gamer, with even less muscles. His whole body was covered in sharp, midnight blue lines, even his crotch, or what John could see of it. Begged the question whether his dick was tattooed as well. ‘I am not curious enough to investigate,’ he decided.

Standing with his continuous stern look and then suddenly drinking a whole beer in one go, Ted was the most traditionally manly figure. A muscular body, the kind that Batman could be modelled after, with broad shoulders, rippling biceps and covered in small battle scars, none of which were too grizzly to be awful to look at.

All three of them were hairless. The tents in their underpants were definitely not small, they were both well-equipped in their own right, but John simply won.

The three girls whistled when the men had reached the same stage of undress as they had. “Now we are equal,” Imerella gave them an enthusiastic thumbs-up, the motion carrying enough energy to cause her tits to bounce. To be fair, they were so large and soft, pretty much every movement she made caused them to move in some way and all of them were enticing. “Although,” she was reminded of her own upper nudeness, “For complete fairness, I say one of you needs to lose the trunks as well.”

“Ya heard the lady!” Rave laughed, twisting open a bottle of gin that Aclysia had just given to her. “Dicks out for...” she looked at the etiquette of the bottle, took a sip, swirled it around in her mouth to get the whole taste, then gulped, “... for this stuff, Ebmarah Mirror Gin... some Welsh stuff, I dunno. Is good.”

John had a complaint and raised his hand, “HOL’UP THERE, MISSES!”

Rave threw her arms as if she was at gunpoint. “Please, mister, what do you want? I will give ya anything!” she leaned forwards and pulled her bra down just enough to reveal a nipple. “Any-thing,” she repeated slowly.

“I have here with me,” he waved an invisible piece of paper, “a declaration that states – and I quote,” he put on non-existent glasses to read, “’Females are only completely naked if they are completely naked’. Ladies, I see panties on all of you.”

“Semantics,” Chemilia rolled her eyes.

“Want me to get into semantics?” John crossed his arms. “See any of us wearing bras, mhm? If you want the clothing situation in this room to be equal, you should free the tits!” Ted nodded profusely and Terkal shouted something in support.

“More semantic-“ the general with the light pink, almost white, hair was ready to fight this resolution when her bra sailed to the floor. Her breasts had that wonderful balance of size and firmness, definitely enough to marvel at the sight and even more to play with but not large enough that gravity yet forced them to droop. “Imerella!”

“I thought that sounded all very logical,” the oldest general kept her warm smile as she pulled back from the taller woman’s back, where she had just unhooked her bra. John’s eyes were already over at his girlfriend, who was just pulling off her own green piece of lace. Her tits looked exactly the same as they had done this morning. Petite, without any flaw and topped with pretty pink nipples that were hard and looked ready to be eaten, sucked and gently bitten.

“Ya happy, tiger?” his girlfriend asked,

“Very,” John stepped over to the table and took a deep gulp of his drink. A drop of precum oozed through the Preserver, his enchanted underpants. By the time the glass sat back on the table, he had already made a resolution. “Well, since you ladies obliged me,” he opened his menu and turned towards them, “Lemme return the favour.” Suddenly, he was naked.

Two gasps were heard. While he still had something covering it, the two generals must have been able to deceive themselves into believing that their eyes were playing tricks on them. Now that they saw it in the flesh, however, there was no denying the Gamer’s mighty cock.

He leaned against the table and waved Rave closer with one finger. Obliging with a huge grin, she came close enough for him to pull her into his embrace. Her back was against his chest and she instinctually nestled against him. As his hands travelled her curves, the left stopping to roll her nipple between his fingers while the right caressed her stomach, her ass pressed against his cock. The vodka-soaked string of her panties rubbed against his shaft. “How are we on the ‘not wanting to be seen having sex in public’ front?” he whispered a question into her ear. Generally, his girlfriend wasn’t big on exhibitionism.

“Silly you,” Rave purred, turning her neck to kiss him. “This isn’t public and I like these guys and gals.” With no further words she guided John’s hand right into her panties. It wasn’t just alcohol that turned the cloth sticky. She sighed delightfully when he rubbed back and forth over her naked pussy lips, then let out a long moan when he curled his fingers inside. “Oh yes, John,” her tone was permeated with lust, “John,” she repeated when he began fingering her slowly. “Joooohnnnn,” her voice became a high-pitched whining of sexual bliss, only intensified when her boyfriend started kissing her neck. Just a few more strokes of his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit, and she let out a long, tense moan.

Her body trembled under his hands and she supported herself more on his body, her own legs not as reliable as John kept sliding his fingers over a particularly sensitive spot inside her tight folds. Left squishing her breast, soft despite its size, and rubbing the sensitive skin of her areola, he felt her fluttering heartbeat. Taking a deep breath of the scent of her hair, bubble-gum and the summer heat, he asked her, “You liked that?”

“Get me outta these panties,” was her only answer. The atmosphere in the room had long since gone from business to carefree to heated and now reached its final stage with perverse. This display and orgasmic moans from their hosts had broken down every last bit of inhibition the four generals may still have had.

Doubtlessly, Scarlett was watching this whole thing through the re-installed security cameras and having one hell of a masturbation session to it. At least that was the best explanation John had for the rising temperature in the room. Underwear flew around and landed somewhere; nobody cared about it as they got naked. Even Aclysia, who did her work of cleaning the table quickly by throwing all plates and unneeded articles into her inventory, followed that trend, preparing herself to be of use to her master whenever he needed her.

“Mhm, since Rave is occupied right now,” Chemilia stated with a bit of a jealous glance, suddenly having the bottle of gin in her hand. “Teddy, honey, why don’t you take her place in our little game?” The general moved her balanced hourglass figure on the table, right next to John and his girlfriend and spread her legs wide. She had a fair bit of hair above her pussy, shaved into a diamond shape. Her labia was glistening.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Imerella and Ted lost no time and kneeled down between her thighs. Before the alcohol even started flowing, they were already kissing the inside of her legs. Then the pink-haired woman began pouring the liquor and John was momentarily distracted.

The clear liquid started all the way up, making her collarbone glisten, and then made its way through the valley between her breasts. It gathered a bit in the depression of her solar plexus, but the continuous flow kept it going. Over her tense abs it ran, her stretched body showing the softly rippling muscles under her flushed skin in all their well-toned glory. Finally, it arrived at her crotch, were it was eagerly lapped up by her husband and the fellow general and sucked out of her pubic hair.

The general clenched his teeth and let go. His balls quivered and then he did all the things she asked for. Thick, white seed flew into the air, and after the first spurt came down again on her brown hair, she put her head into her neck and let the rest shower her face, land in her wide open mouth and contrast on the tanned skin of her tits. It was a large load, for a normal man anyway, a dream having come true as Terkal announced, “I wanted to cum on these tits since I first saw them...” he stated, his voice trailing off as he watched the after show.

Imerella gathered as much semen as she could on her fingers and sucked it off them like it was a glaze of sugar. What was stuck on her skin was absorbed into it, and she shivered in a fashion that made John believe immediately that this girl was part elemental. Just like Undine, or the other girls who were purely magic in nature, absorbing the semen of a strong Abyssal caused the short and stacked general to feel undiluted pleasure from the mana inside.

“Oh... Terkal I am so close... so close right now...” she moaned when she was out of his stuff to drink. “You... you won’t stop at my tits, right, right?!” her smile had finally vanished, making room for a desperate horniness.

The answer was the man’s flaccid cock becoming hard again in a matter of seconds. With strength surprising for such thin limbs, he picked the much smaller woman off the floor and smoothly impaled her on his cock. She came immediately, her back slumping away from Terkal, who held her by her broad hips as he fucked her standing.

In a twist, her orgasmic scream, mixed with Rave’s own third orgasm, was what put Ted over the edge in turn. He slammed down into his wife to the base, who let out a high-pitched scream of delight when she felt him filling her up. All three women’s voices intertwined for a moment and reverberated loudly from the room’s walls. Even then, Rave’s voice was clearly discernible and only grew louder when John allowed himself to fill her up with his own hot load.

Every other day, John just came whenever he felt like it. His almost immediate recharge put him in a position where a climax was something he just invited in. Now that he was competing with another man, however, it hadn’t been until he was sure he wasn’t the first that he let loose.

And still, Rave’s walls were squashing down on him tighter than ever, milking him of every drop as he came with relentless passion. Getting filled with her boyfriend’s seed made her eyes roll back in her skull, her fingers curling on the table. Her scream suddenly became the quietest in the room, as she clenched her teeth, her jaw simply shutting closed from the immense pleasure. Primal noises continued to be pressed out of her lungs as she slowly calmed.

Ted admitted his defeat by pulling out of his wife and sitting down for a moment. Chemilia glanced at John’s still erect dick and the large amount of semen that ran out of Rave’s pussy when he pulled out of her, giving away a clear curiosity. However, curiosity it remained. Even witnessing his overpowered sexual prowess, the athletic general had no genuine interest in cheating. Instead, she kneeled down in front of her husband.

Her lips closed around his head and she gave him a slow blowjob, nothing too intense for the post-orgasmic sensitivity. “You fucked me REALLY hard,” her voice was sweet and a bit more sober after her blood and adrenaline had been pumping that intensely for the past ten minutes. “You earned yourself a reward, honey, just keep sitting until I make you hard again.” Her husband just smiled and brushed back her hair. Being worse than John was a wide range and directly below that definitely didn’t lay ‘can’t please a woman’. Chemilia had still come twice.

John was ready to make Rave cum some more, however. A finger pressing against his girl’s sphincter, he looked at her for approval. Although still trembling, her lips gave him a wide smile, and he pushed one, then two fingers into her back entrance. Fingering her ass for a couple of minutes, to lube it up with her juices and stretch it somewhat, he eventually decided to not just fuck her in the boring missionary position again.

Inspired by the happenings, he did as Tarkel, with some important alterations. He turned her around and folded her legs together on the table. His cock penetrated her ass as he bent over her, his hands met and locked in front of her chest. Taking a sharp breath in as the familiar first pain of having her sphincter stretched sharpened her senses, Rave let it all happen to her, blindly trusting John in these things.

Then she was lifted off the table, her kneecaps raised up to her shoulders with John’s arms tucked underneath, securing her position. “Now I can show you what Imerella has been up to,” he told her and turned around. The shortstack was still getting fucked while hanging off Terkal. Although her initial climax had passed, she was still unable to straighten up and her tongue was lolling out in a clear sign of ecstasy. Seeing that curved muscle so unoccupied gave John another idea, “Terkal, mind if we borrow your toy’s mouth?”

The guy looked up from the swaying tits for just long enough to understand the situation. If Imerella ate out of Rave’s cum-oozing pussy, she would feel good, really good. Since the two of them weren’t an item, John was fine with filling Imerella’s mouth with his spunk. He would have kept even indirect transferal of his semen away from claimed females. Even in this situation, he felt it needed to ask. “Go ahead,” Terkal grinned, clearly not as stuck up about such things as John was.

Each step he took towards them was a moan from Rave as her squished body bounced on his massive cock. He overemphasized each movement, making her shift more. The pleasure she derived from this was clear in her voice. “You are so big, John,” she moaned and laughed, “Fuck, stretch me so much.” The pain of the initial penetration was quickly vanishing, leaving her only with the bliss of feeling him inside her.

“Oh my,” Imerella gasped when the creamed cunt of Rave suddenly appeared above her. “For -ahhh- me?” she licked her lips and took hold of the techno lover’s thighs to pull herself up to the treat. “How nice of youuuuu-“ she tasted a drop of his cum through a shallow lick. “Oh my lady ocean!” Those were the last words they heard from her before Imerella burrowed her face inside Rave’s pussy.

Terkal took a sharp breath in as the pussy around him suddenly got tighter. Tighter. Tighter. The worse it got the harder he fucked her, unwilling to let John’s magic be the most powerful sensation she felt. Whether he succeeded in this or not, only the occupied shortstack could say, and her tongue was clearly not available for speech.

Toes curling and fingers digging into Rave’s thighs, even as her whole body was wrecked by orgasms, Imerella refused to stop tasting the mixture spilling out of John’s girlfriend. All the while, the Gamer fucked the delightfully squealing girl’s asshole.

“Fuck...” Terkal pressed out, “too tight... Imerella... I am cumming again...”

“CUM INSIDE ME!” she screamed, immediately going back to lapping up whatever she could from Rave’s pussy. Squelching sounds of fucked holes, the sight of jiggling tits, the slapping of hips against juicy asses, they all overloaded their senses with stimulation. Terkal took one last breath in, one more thrust, then he came for the second time.

Imerella’s reaction was drastic. Well-spanked, fucked and now filled with the magic semen of two men, she suddenly began squirting all over Terkal’s crotch. The explosion of pussy juices against him was met by the tall general with a sudden restart of his movements. Screaming her orgasmic song, Imerella hung from her hips like a ragdoll, the only tenseness in her body being the spasms each thrust of his cock, as it kept filling her with that semen, she so craved – from the entrance down to the womb.

With a last bit of self-control, Terkal pulled out of her and safely got both of them planted on the floor, where they laid down heavily breathing. The only moans in the room where then from Rave, as John entered his own final spurt.

Raising and lowering her entire body in a fitting rhythm to his hips, he brought both of them closer and closer to the edge until they reached their climax simultaneously. The feeling of, admittedly assured, victory mixed with her sweet scent and moans and climactic high as he dropped her down to the base on his cock and filled her second hole up with his cum.

He closed his eyes and just let his cock pulsate and the orgasm roll over him, basking in the glory of the moment. Even through her back, he could feel her pumping heartbeats and their heavy breathing was almost in sync as it slowly calmed as they let the afterglow settle.

“What the hell...” those three words were spoken when he lifted Rave off his dick and let her stand on her own feet, only for her to kneel down and waved Aclysia closer. The weaponized maid had watched this entire thing with jealous passion, not touching herself out of principle. As such, she basically stormed over when her mistress beckoned. They sucked his cock together. Looking over to the speaker, Chemilia, John raised an eyebrow. “Are you ever not hard?” she asked, riding her similarly surprised looking husband.



“Only when I chose not to be,” John grinned.