Chapter 600 – Small Lake Reforms Finale – A Serving of Maids

Chapter 600 – Small Lake Reforms Finale – A Serving of Maids

John shoved Melthy against the wall, as they wildly made out. With his dominance doubtlessly established over the Small Lake Pact, there was no more need to hold back. Finally, he could fuck all of those maids running around with a clear conscience. Well, those who wanted, anyway.

While he escalated the situation with Melthy, parting her legs, brushing up her inner thighs with his hand and eventually reaching her wet pussy, Aclysia addressed the gathering for him. “Everyone who doesn’t want to have sex with my master, please now leave the room,” she announced to the background of the redhead maid’s surprised moans, the Gamer’s fingers bringing her such immediate and clear pleasure that the surprise broke the kiss.

Nobody left, the crowd had already purified itself, with those who were attached to other men than John going with those very same guys earlier in the night. This left behind a crowd consisting of over forty horny, remarkably beautiful women, alone in a large room with a tall, handsome guy who was already shirtless.

John was all too eager to show everyone that he didn’t just have the looks. Although his greedy lips muffled her continued debauched cries, Melthy’s voice still echoed unmistakably as the Gamer’s fingers sped up. Within moments, his fingers were drenched by a splurge of clear lovejuices. The redhead’s legs buckled as she came, quicker and harder than she likely thought possible.

Letting her collapse to the floor, writhing and moaning as she slid down the wall, John tasted her sweet honey on his fingers. That was a nectar sweeter than any booze. He turned to the gathered crowd and winked. To his infinite pleasure, that alone caused a few words mumbled under erotic exhales. “Fuuuuuuck...” “...so quick just with his fingers?” “Oh Gaia, let me be next...”

The two catgirls had a less surprised reaction, as they had probably watched the porncast over and over again. Instead, they wanted to know something. “Can we film this?” Harilia asked directly, her camerawoman, Umiela, pulling a hand camera out of nowhere. “Better yet, can we stream this?”

“No streaming,” Rave answered quickly, strutting over to the feline perverts with quick steps. “But ya can film. We gonna figure out distributing rights and that stuff afterwards.” Whether the catgirl accepted or not wasn’t to be heard, as Rave did to her what John was continuing to do to Melthy.

“All females wanting to have sex with my master and that are fine with being filmed can stay,” Aclysia updated the terms of service. No one left still, maids just shrugging, if they reacted at all instead of staring at John’s abs. Never had he been more thankful for the general attitude of ‘no fucks given’ around here. “In this case, I believe there is nothing left to warn about,” Aclysia shifted her long skirt to the side, revealing, between a garterbelt, her own bare pussy. She blushed lightly, letting the horniness she had barely suppressed until now get to her head as the mood reached its boiling point. “You are strongly encouraged to remove your panties if you haven’t yet, but keep on the uniforms.”

A sharp clapping sound underlined that announcement as the naked Lightbearer escalated the situation with the catgirls by smacking the shorter Harilia on the ass. The shiny latex jiggled under the impact, demonstrating the thickness of her ass, just like her sensitivity as she moaned loudly from that one spank. “That doesn’t go for you two,” Rave purred in a teasing tone that wasn’t looking for backtalk. “Strip out of that, now.”

“Stripping is fun!” Sylph shouted, flying through the room in her big form and very obviously naked. Making her way over to John, she stormed right at him. Halfway having anticipated some sort of shenanigans by the thunderstorm elemental, the Gamer managed to catch her in his arm. Green hair whirled to invisible breezes when she asked repeatedly, “Can I suck your dick? Can I? Can I? Can I?”

Her straightforward enthusiasm at times like these was incredibly refreshing. Of course, John was also desperately looking for some way to find relief. Not that she would get to do that alone, as her red-skinned sister-in-contract made clear when she also hovered over. “If you leave me alone in this clam clump, I am going to burn the house down,” Salamander growled, only half joking.

“No reason you can’t share,” John grinned and nodded towards the couch. He wanted to sit for what was about to happen. Many flustered eyes followed him as he made his way over, although the number was steadily decreasing by the amount of girls starting to engage with each other. ‘Guess they’re realizing I can’t work on forty girls at once,’ John thought, which was annoying him a bit. The picture of dozens of maids going at each other, with his girlfriend, Aclysia and the two naked catgirls in the mix, was a great trade-off though.

They were everywhere. Sitting in chairs, clawing into the hair of another girl between their stocking-clad legs. Sprawled over the wooden floor, eating each other out. Leaning against a wall, rubbing each other’s pussy while they watched everyone else. Some were just a writhing clump of people and booze, drinking the flowing alcohol out of the valley between exposed breasts and then licking the remains off until they sucked on hard nipples. Naked skin, black and white cloth, moans, gasps, sweet nothings and playful insults, they filled every corner of the room with debauched action.

The couch was not exempt from this. As a matter of fact, the cushioned leather furniture was, unsurprisingly, the place where the most girls were gathered. Especially, once John took his seat in the middle of the thing.

Immediately, he was beset on all sides. Sylph and Salamander settled down between his parted legs while a cascade of maids washed over him. It was glorious. Blonde, red, raven, even a few more exotic colours were in there, like green or white. The differences didn’t stop at the hair colour of course. Eye and skin colour went along the entire spectrum, short and tall girls with breasts of all sizes and bodies from lean to stout, but all well trained with no amount of obesity seen anywhere. The only thing that was monotone was that, aside from the familiars John had brought, everyone was human. Not really a problem, as far as the Gamer was concerned.

He had barely pulled his pants into his inventory when his hands, indeed his entire attention, got claimed by this tide of sexiness. Breasts and bodies grinded against his naked chest, a dozen maids vying for the attention of the guy who brought Melthy to orgasm in less than ten seconds with his fingers alone. Be it the alcohol or that John had demonstrated a kinder nature than previous leaders, the women allowed themselves a much pushier attitude than he had thought. “Kiss me please, Gamer,” one of them gasped, a brunette with immense, bare tits that had managed to come out on top of this competition for skin-ship. At least as far as his left shoulder was concerned.

Her tongue was already on-route to his mouth, when John pulled one arm out of the confinement of slutty writhing, grabbing the brunettes cute face. “Do me the favour and call me master,” he stated in a firm, yet kind tone. “That would make me a very happy man.”

“Master,” the brunette immediately answered in a submissive way. “”Master,”” the word was immediately echoed by the serving of maids (John had just decided that was the appropriate equivalent for swarm right now) around them. They didn’t say it with quite the conviction Aclysia or Beatrice had, but they also didn’t just pay lip service to the word. There was a certain, understandable level of veneration for John after everything he had just done.

‘The raised Charisma probably helps,’ he thought, underlining again that he should push that Stat to 100 one day soon. Basking in the title being repeated again and again by horny maids around him, as well as the two elementals flirting with his erection, a much more pleasant and immediate thought filled his head, ‘God, can my dick even get any harder?’

The answer was a resounding yes. By courtesy of his girlfriend, who cleaned the mountain of booze of the table in front of him, an easy task thanks to all of it being in a cooling box, and stepping on top. There was a moment where it seemed she would lose her balance, she was quite drunk, but she took the stage. “Dontcha two jusht stay there!” she slurred and waved at Aclysia and Harilia. “Let’s give my John something to watch! Let’s dance!”

“As you wish, Mistress,” Aclysia took a little bow and stepped onto the table. Shrugging, the petite, bottom-heavy catgirl followed. She was clearly interested in something more than dancing, but would play along for a start.

Two of them naked, one still in her special, less slutty but still incredibly sexy, maid uniform, they began to swing to the beat of the background techno. John hesitated to call it a dance. More a rhythmic display of three girls making out with each other, exploring one another’s bodies with their hands, while swinging their hips in ways that allowed John (and everyone else in the room) to do the same with his eyes.

His cock was pulsating with every heartbeat, the girthy member as hard as was possible and dripping with precum. Precum that was first spread by the elementals’ hand movements, then licked off by their busy tongues, only to be gulped down when they finally stopped their flirting and went straight to the blowjob.

John couldn’t help but groan loudly when Salamander first sucked him inside. Her soft lips slid down his entire length smoothly. The inside of her mouth was immensely hot, her oil-like saliva the perfect lubricant, especially as it mixed with his own juices. Once all the way down, she stayed there for a moment. John felt like his cock, his entire mind, was melting in the pleasurable heat. “Unfair!” Sylph complained. “I asked first! Sylph! I! Meeeeeee!”

Salamander rolled her eyes, black and gold on the left, white and black on the right, and pulled back up. “Go ahead then, don’t be such a fucking slowpoke and then complain, you quick-moving airhead.”

Another maid quickly took her place. John could read it in her eyes that she thought this was an entirely overplayed ordeal. There was no way riding him was that great, despite the skill he had already shown. Well, she was quickly taught her lesson when she, too, came pretty much immediately upon penetration.

It was a scene that repeated over and over again. A new woman, arrogant, anticipating, curious or greedy, took the place of the last, well-fucked and barely coherent maid, only to inevitably share the same fate. One orgasm when their tight holes first experienced all of John’s bullshit abilities, then numerous more as the Gamer began fucking them himself, finished off by blasting one load inside them. Through that pattern, he fucked all of them, and it was glorious. Even if it took hours to get through all of them.

Hours during which those already served or waiting were gathering themselves in yet more lesbian fun and booze drinking that John could follow through the replacement sphere hovering about the place. He was giving creampies to dozens of girls, one blurring into the next, and being served a live lesbian orgy.

He came inside Sylph again, her and Salamander having waited their turn as well, and then only had three people left to fuck. The two catgirls and his very own girlfriend, who had just waited and watched from her position on the table.

“Well, who is coming next?” John asked, shaking his head at the girls who were ready for a second serving. “Everyone once before we see how much more stamina we have,” he grinned.

“Guess you’ll have to take on this cute little kitty here,” Rave purred, pointing at Harilia. Although their position had changed numerous times, right now the petite catgirl was once again lapping up Rave’s pussy juices.

“What about you?” John asked the camerawoman, Umiela, who was just as naked but seemingly hadn’t done anything but film the ongoing scene so far. “You happy with just watching?”

“Purrrfectlyyyyy,” she moaned that single word, not even touching herself, despite her pussy literally dripping. Evidently, her voyeurism was on the rather hardcore side.

“Alright then,” John could have it either way, not like he had any reason to lust for one girl more. He still did. He just was satisfied regardless for the moment. As it was clear that Rave wouldn’t let Harilia stop what she was currently going, John had an excuse to get up from the couch. He took one step out of the massive puddle of girlcum that the last forty girls had left behind and took his position behind Harilia.

The table was so low that her legs connected to the actual floor, meaning that she was effectively kneeling in a doggystyle position, her upper body supported by the surface. Remembering their first conversation, John could only grin as he was about to plunge into her favourite hole in his favourite position.

Squatting down behind her, he aligned his cock with her back entrance. Slippery as his cock was already, he parted her sphincter quite easily. That she clearly had taken it up the ass numerous times before helped, as she was completely relaxed as he spread her open with his enormous prick.

“Oh, she is liking thisssss,” Rave inhaled sharply when a purring sound reverberated from the still moving tongue.

“So am I,” John grunted as he had widened her far enough to smoothly sink down the rest of the way. Her ass was tight, hot and absolutely wonderful. Her black tail waved slowly in front of him, a signal of her clear pleasure. After having others do most of the moving for so long, John was enthusiastic to do the fucking himself again. Especially because this cat in heat had an ass that rivalled Salamander’s in its bounciness. One that he now framed between his thumbs and his groin, grabbing her hips.

Drawing back, he first moved slowly, getting her used to his size. Although her purring continued, she didn’t have the reaction of the maids before her and was taking this even better than Cindy. When she said she was sturdier than her colleague, she hadn’t lied. Which John took with a grin as he put a bit more force into his next thrust.

The table shook and her ass jiggled when he slammed deep into her with one solid motion. Her spine arched for a moment, her head flying up despite Rave’s gasp. “Oh shit, yes, you totally overthinking tease,” Harilia managed to press out, the constant purr in her throat underlining the pause between each word. “Fuck me up the ass! Harder, master!”

She was playing along with the general theme of the party, and John couldn’t help but groan because that was exactly what he wanted to hear. Forcing her back to work, Rave pulled her head down. “Hey, I also have needs here!” she complained and then moaned when her pussy was again being parted by the skilled tongue of the catgirl. “If ya break my toy, ya take her place!”

“Guess I’ll have to be extra hard then,” John announced, very much wanting to be the one between his girlfriend’s legs. Giving him a wink that she had wanted to hear exactly that answer, Rave then closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of the tongue inside her while it lasted. A tongue that was now thrust deeper inside her at regular, short intervals as John picked up the speed.

Now moving with all his force and ability, sometimes changing angle and rhythm to scratch other itches, John penetrated the black-haired catgirl’s ass with relentless force. The table let out protesting noises, unable to slide away, lodged in place. Meanwhile the noises that echoed from the catgirl could be described with a single word: orgasmic.

Although she had managed to not immediately collapse under John’s sexual abilities, she had made a ‘mistake’ (others would call it a very smart move) that now put her ecstasy firmly above that of all the maids John had fucked before. Where he had just simply railed them to the best of his ability, something that had yielded quite awesome results, with Harilia he was fucking her up the ass, something that she quite clearly preferred. In summary, he knew her weak spot.

Which was now causing her to climax every few thrusts, her pretty pink pussy gushing liquid every time he slammed into her and squirting immense amounts whenever her multiple orgasms stacked to a mind-wrecking crescendo. Between the iron grip of John and his girlfriend, her body tried to move in erratic patterns, tensing all over, while her tongue still managed to instinctively work on Rave’s cunt. Her small frame was going limp, then overly tense again, in rapid succession roughly coinciding with the heavy thrusts by the Gamer.

John’s orgasm was rising, more with every thrust. Harilia’s constant shifting only served to cause her inside to caress his cock in different ways, when fucking her was reason alone to go straight towards cumming. “I am close,” he growled, seeing the catgirl’s ears turn on top of her head. “I am... about to cum...” he warned, and it seemed the perverted feline mustered her last bits of self-control to move her hips in accordance to John’s thrusts. One, he slammed against her; two, he sent jiggles all throughout her bubble butt; and three, he let out a throaty sound as cum plastered the inside of the catgirl.

Seeing this development, Rave let go of Harilia’s head, which shot upwards with a shout on her lips in response. All of her sass was lost in her rolled up eyes. John couldn’t resist his sadistic tendencies in that moment, taking his hands off her hips and putting them around her throat. It barely even deserved the title of choking. The amount of pressure he exuded on her neck was minimal, didn’t hinder her breathing whatsoever. Simply, it was where his hands were idly sitting at the time. It was all about the gesture, since John had no idea how much the catgirl would enjoy this type of treatment. Just a bit of domination on his part.

Rave bit her lower lip when she saw that and, while John’s feelings were all focused around each little bump of pleasure that came with every singular strand of cum he pumped into the catgirl, furiously pleasured herself. It was by far the longest orgasm he had this night, and he enjoyed it thoroughly, as it culminated the last new girl he got to fuck in this massive orgy.

Nevertheless, the second Harilia went limp and the last drop of cum was wrung from his current orgasm, John didn’t hesitate one second. The catgirl was clearly unable to continue, unresponsive in any conscious way as he pulled out of her and then gently put her on the couch behind him. All she did was shiver occasionally. In a few minutes, she would likely recover, but until then...

‘I have a promise to keep,’ John whirled around and went to his waiting girlfriend. Wildly his lips assaulted her, showering her in kisses from the neck to the collarbone. Laughing, she spread her legs around him and then closed them behind his hips when he smoothly thrust into her.

“We gonna go aaaaalllll night,” she whispered into his ear.