Chapter 665 – The Gift of the Harem 3 – Insane Ecstasy

Chapter 665 – The Gift of the Harem 3 – Insane Ecstasy

Even with his 500 Wisdom, John was only barely able to control himself. All bonuses included, his Libido did now reach over 1000. The air itself caressed his wet cocks. Three of them, in total. Even though Jack copied his normal items, the same was not true for the elemental ones. However, he did get the same Libido as John.

The air in the room had changed into an eager anticipation. Everyone remembered or had at least heard of the last time John had equipped Cumslut. Rather than afraid of the mind-breaking sex that was about to befall them, the girls just got more excited. They all wanted a turn with this distilled form of John’s sexual desires. Admittedly, some more than others.

That same air caressed his cocks, enough to stimulate them. Precum was dripping in thick drops from that little stimulation alone. Reflexively, he grabbed his cock, doing the same with Jack, none of the pumps did anything, he needed to find a cunt to fill up with seed – fast. The sliver of his active mind that still worked could only dictate the direction, what actions would be taken was out of his hands.

“You will all climax whenever I cum,” he commanded, the words passing his lips instinctively. He may not have been able to fuck all of them at once, but this was a close second. He had already experimented with something like this. He could tie the orgasms to something happening, but they could only obey if they noticed it.

If he were to command ‘You will cum whenever this girl orgasms,’ they could only obey if they noticed one such orgasm. Similarly, ‘You will cum whenever you hear me snap,’ also only worked if they heard the snap. If the wording was ‘Whenever I snap,’ however, it worked without them seeing or hearing it happen. It had to be something that had him at the origin, so the magic that made the commands work could pick it up automatically. The usual limitations still applied, but these conditionals could still be useful, before their effect naturally ran out. Which happened quite quickly once the fucking was done with.

John’s eyes wandered through the room and fell on the closest cunt around. A pair of purplish pussy lips, an already widened asshole underneath, between two pale, round cheeks, stretched and with a blueish tint. Eliza had stopped masturbating, laid on her back, had her thighs pulled back and held with her hands, thick meat framing her breasts. Her mouth was open, the outstretched tongue drooling onto her tits, her cunt even wetter.

“Mashtaaaaaah, pleassssshe,” she slurred, speaking with her tongue still lolling out. The Gamer, or his Libido, rather, had already made the decision. John and Jack stepped towards Eliza. All in one fluid motion, he took hold of her legs from her, squished her small body into an even tighter package, causing wrinkles to appear on her stomach, and pushed both off his cocks into her pussy and asshole.

Immediately, they both came. Eliza’s tight holes were too much for his 1000 Libido state. Holes that had gone unfucked for weeks, begging for his seed. She got much more than she could have hoped for. The pretty little psycho’s mind turned into an absolute scramble of ecstatic emotions as John’s cum flooded her pussy and anus.

Jack hadn’t arrived in position yet, but had an orgasm at the same time nevertheless. Just barely, he managed to aim his cock to prevent any of the cum that came shooting out from hitting him. Instead, all of it was splattered across Eliza’s body. Every rope of cum that landed on her was in itself as large as a normal man’s complete load and of an even thicker white. It landed on her rolled up abdomen, the insides of her stretched thighs, her squished together tits and, of course, her face. Her head had been thrown back, not just because of the orgasmic convulsions crackling through her muscles, but also because her submissive instincts made her present her mouth at the optimal angle.

With just that one orgasm worth of seed covering her, Eliza looked like she had been pulled from the end scene of a hentai. With the juicy difference that this was all very real, she wasn’t two dimensional. John could smell her, feel her, touch her. The double’s hands grabbed her by the throat and clenched tightly, then he slammed his cock into her wide-open mouth in one fluid motion.

Triple penetrating a girl on his own was absurd. The quivering folds of her pussy, the slutty pressure of her asshole, the tightness of her throat, feeling it all at the same time was more than any one man was meant to handle. However, John Newman wasn’t just any one man, he was the Gamer and would take what he desired.

Eliza was little more than a piece of meat between his two thrusting bodies. Of her upside down face, he could only see the chin. He knew what kind of face she was making regardless. All he cared about was fucking her anyway. Having this baby-crazy slut he loved, could use however he wanted and who loved every second of it, how he had missed this.

Although he fucked her with such force and speed that it looked like he was just ramming into of her without thought, there was more to his thrusts than met the eye. His Skills had long become second nature, even when he was going at one of his girls so roughly, he still managed to hit their sensitive spots instinctually.

His hips were a blur, Eliza’s pussy so wet that he could move despite her permanent orgasmic tightness. Everyone was focused on the happenings; even Rave had recovered enough that she could watch in awe. The harem’s engagements and masturbations became feverish, as if part of Cumslut’s Libido also reached them by simply watching the hardcore display.

The squelching sounds of her holes, her choked out cries, the slapping of his hips against her ass, it was the melody of John’s dreams. Her cum covered tits jiggled up and down as John found, even in the absurd speed, the perfect rhythm. Under all the different sounds, John could hear the faux-leather sheets of the floor tear, Eliza’s unoccupied hands clawing into them.

To think that, just half a day earlier, it was a very real possibility that she couldn’t be involved in this orgy. A truly terrible thought and a timeline that hadn’t come to pass. Now all he had to think about was the beauty of her depravedly contorted body and how good it would feel when he came inside her again.

Something that didn’t need too long to happen. Although his balls began to pump out semen, he simply continued thrusting. It painted her insides white. Her womb, her ass, her throat, they were all dominated by his cum. Still he continued to fuck her. The entire room was so lost in orgasm that his thrusts were the only guided movement around, everything else was mindless twitches and contortions.

Eliza’s pussy juice was coming in so many squirts that John could feel it drop from his balls, swollen to keep up with the insane amounts he came at every turn. Twenty seconds after that orgasm, when the room barely started to calm down, John’s shafts quivered again and a new wave of cum came shooting out.

This happened a fourth, then a fifth time in quick succession. All lesbian engagements in the room were now broken off as his girls were reduced to multiple orgasms by his commands alone, lying twitching and moaning, sprawled out on the floor. Everyone he wanted to satisfy, he could, while the girl he actually fucked was reduced to nothing more than a quivering heap of flesh. He couldn’t help but come a sixth time due to the inherent satisfaction of the situation.

At this point, Eliza’s body began to bloat. Not to any absurd degree, not yet anyway. With about two litres of cum pumped into her, her stomach and womb just began expanding to compensate. It only encouraged John to fill her up a little bit further. Obviously, he didn’t want to have her puff up to any grotesque degree – just a little bit more. Just one orgasm more, just two orgasms more. When it was closer to three litres, the perverse part of him finally felt satisfied.

He fucked right up to the edge of the tenth orgasm with her, then pulled out of all her holes in a flash. Wide agape, her pussy and asshole immediately began to leak large globs of his thick seed, just as three orgasms worth splattered all over Eliza’s body. The blood mage was breathing heavily, having held her breath for the past engagement. She felt dizzy, disoriented and as if her womb was more in control of her body than her brain was – and her womb was very satisfied with all of that hot seed sloshing around inside it. The rest of her perverted self was also gleeful. Her throat hurt so good, her pussy was raw, her whole body felt ragged and used. She could still feel his grip on her throat and it made her suddenly arch off the floor in another orgasm, while she was getting showered by more cum.

She immediately choked on those words, as Jack arrived at the scene, grabbed her platinum blonde ponytail and pulled her mouth over his cock like a sleeve. No protest, no attempt to act against what happened, as this was exactly what the berserker babe had bargained for. Below, John grabbed her waist, aligned her holes with his cocks and then went deep into her.

The first penetration, he let gravity do the work. Groaning and gasping, she slowly got impaled on his iron-hard erection. Slippery as they both were, this could have happened a lot quicker, but she was so beautifully tight that it took a while. Above, the double was absolutely ravaging her face already. She was a piece of metal, not meat, no less usable for his pleasure but without the bothersome limitation of having to let her breathe. He never slid out of her throat, only back and forth inside it.

When her muscular thighs touched his legs and her pussy lips were gushing onto his groin, when he was as deep in her as he could conceivably be, he came inside her. Even without a proper womb, this was what his breeding instincts told him to do. Yet another body that he sent three ludicrously large loads into, to the bare satisfaction of his instincts. He wanted more.

Their mental connection was unsteady at the best of times, but John could feel her raw ecstasy and underlying anxiety. It felt good, way too good, the thickness and amount of cum amplified its magical effects, the command still affected her – most importantly, his cocks were hard, hot and now moving to hammer into her with her master’s absurd ability of lovemaking.

She was cumming. Her toned abs were tense, her whole body was tense, yet she couldn’t feel her arms and legs beyond the curling of her fingers and toes. The brutality with which he fucked her face was awe-inspiring. She was cumming. He thrust into her from below again and again, the echoes of their fucking animalistic and raw. Although she was on top, she most definitely wasn’t in control. She was cumming – she was loving it. A second orgasm overloaded all of her senses, her anxiety washed away by the lust. What if he could actually break her through sex?

John added the spanking of her ass to the slapping of their hips. It was merciless. He hit as hard as he could, was almost annoyed that she was enjoying it so much, were it not so erotic that she did. Her body was entirely moving in reaction to him. He came, again and again and again, until she was so full that more cum was leaking past his cock while he fucked her than he pumped into her.

“Never fucking again make a move on me without my permission during sex, Metra,” he growled, once he was done with her. Jack pulled out first; she slumped forwards when he stepped aside. Then John pulled out and rolled over. Her stomach quickly deflated to more sensible levels – she looked five months pregnant until a puddle of cum and pussy juices formed around her hips. “Do you understand that? You are my servant, my sex slave, you don’t get to make the decision when I fuck you. Best you get to do is BEG, understood?!”

“Yessssh, my kiiinnng!” she screamed, an aftershock strong enough to be an orgasm suddenly making her lying body contort and her pussy squirt. “I am your sex slave! I am your servant! You’re my king!” The blonde berserker babe reached down to her clit and rubbed fervently, her body craving more. A complete withdrawal from all pleasure was too much for her mind to handle so suddenly, she needed to please herself to slowly calm down.

“Aclysia, Beatrice, come here!” he shouted into the room not even looking around for where they were. There was one more thing he wanted to experience while he still had two dicks on himself. Hurriedly, they heeded their master’s call. He didn’t even have to tell them what to do, they just lowered themselves in front of him, got on their knees.

Aclysia was to his right, Beatrice to the left. It was the right of the first maid to grab his real cock, while the passive younger one grabbed the purple replica. They both looked so incredibly turned on in that moment. Although seeing the glassy, barely focused eyes and erotic expression on Beatrice’s usually still face was superb, Aclysia looked that bit hotter. Whether it was her higher level of devotion, the long hair, or the Perks that had made her commanded orgasms that much harder, Aclysia looked like she was living for this solitary moment of sucking him off – and that was all John could ever ask from his sexy, Asian-looking maid.

Bending the large rods towards their mouths, they immediately started blowing him. With the synchronicity these two found so easily, they had already figured out the optimal way to angle their approaches and their rhythm. Now they were greedily working his cocks, tongues constantly prodding at his weak spots, going deeper and deeper with each slide. As one went down, the other went up, until they deepthroated him in a steady back and forth.

Jack, basically on autopilot, had found his way to Rave. He only noticed when he penetrated her asshole and fucked her against a wall. A simple, secondary craving he subconsciously had gone to satisfy with his most beloved woman. Her cries were coherent, which only made this whole thing hotter. “Oh, fuck yes, Master! Your fat cock feels so good in my ass!”

He would have fucked the maids’ faces as well, but the way the double-blowjob had to be set-up made that impossible. Neither did he want to ruin their rhythm by forcing them along. It was a work of art, their mirrored faces were going in a perfect tandem already. All he could do was put a hand on each of their silver heads and moan.

“I am cumming,” he sighed, knowing it to be the last one before Cumslut split. Both of the maids slid all the way up upon hearing that announcement, only to slide back down together, as far as they could get at the same time. Their faces were squished together, Beatrice’s head slightly on top, their emerald eyes staring up at him with anticipation. They felt the quivering of his shaft, the tightening of his balls as they massaged them. Then, the cum that flooded their throats.

John let out a long, deep shout, mixing with the orgasmic screams of the room at large. Rave’s was loudest of all, as he came inside and still fucked her. The eyes of the maids rolled up in unison, throats vibrating around him, milking him for yet more of his cum. He gladly gave all he could, basking in the moment for as long as it lasted.

Then he had to pull out. A few last strands of cum landed on their faces, making it seem like he had spread two entire normal loads on them. Then his second cock disassembled into magical energy. After a few seconds, Undine and Siena appeared and immediately collapsed, squirting and shouting, as all the happenings of the past fifteen minutes affected their reformed bodies.

His cock was still hard, the maids still horny; they immediately went to attend it. Kisses and tongues softly caressed the erection as John looked around. With the Libido of Cumslut lifted, his mind was a whole lot clearer.

The room was an absolutely wonderful display of degeneracy. Eliza had recovered for the most part, letting Scarlett eat out her pussy. Through her insanely accelerated bodily functions, she had dealt with all of the semen inside her womb, leaving her still cum-covered but her body looking basically normal, the bulge of her stomach gone.

The same could not be said for Lydia, nor for Sylph. Those two were moving, twitching and moaning, showing the first signs of controlling their limbs. Gnome had it better, already recovering from what little attention she had received in comparison, masturbating fervently while watching everything else in the room going on. The look on her face as she did so was unashamedly depraved. It seemed these events were finally making her voyeuristic side break out in full force.

Metra showed absolutely no signs of her usual self. Absolutely drunk on sex, to the point of having properly reduced her mind to a broken nothing, she was busy making herself climax over and over again while lapping semen off the floor. Seeing her in such a state, John would have lied if he had said it didn’t turn him on, knowing that he did that.

And while everyone he had attended to looked ravaged, the rest of the room hadn’t gotten away at all. Lesbian actions and the chain orgasms his commands had caused had taken their toll. Even though his dick hadn’t touched them yet, Salamander and Scarlett looked like they had been through a rough night already, with Aclysia and Beatrice also in need of some more attention. Although the Libido was gone, the wish to cum inside all of them at least once remained.

Regardless, it was time to relax this scene a little bit. “Alright, no more cumming when I do,” he first stated, lifting that command. “Let’s clean ourselves up a bit.”