Chapter 741 – Augusta 14 – The Lover, the Queen and the Attendants [Erotic Content]

Chapter 741 – Augusta 14 – The Lover, the Queen and the Attendants [Erotic Content]

“Haaaaa,” Lydia let out a long breath of lust and resignation. A mix that was born from John’s earlier command being fulfilled and seeing the Gamer sit on the bed, with the two maids on the floor before him.

The room already smelt of hot sweat and semen. In the time it had taken Lydia to shower, John had fucked Aclysia and Beatrice, while also extending Lover’s Will to the latter. The mark he had gotten in return was on top of Lydia’s, both winding around his left index finger. John didn’t care too much for the positions, especially not now. His hands were resting on the beautiful girls worshipping his dick.

Their beloved master’s thick seed was oozing from their pussies and dripped on the floor. Each other’s fingers pumping into their gaping holes certainly didn’t help the fluid being contained. Their mouths contested for his cock, showering it with kisses and attention. A fake challenge, put on for his viewing pleasure, where one allowed the other equal time in deepthroating the Gamer’s delicious rod.

“This is certainly the scene I imagined I would find,” Lydia continued. Her voice lacked the usual reprimanding tone. Instead, it was diminished to a soft, almost appreciating, whisper. It would have been difficult for John to take any berating seriously anyway since the queen had entered his bedroom wearing nothing but a towel.

Her long hair was open, falling down her back and around her still hidden breasts. “Well, you are still in my household,” was all John had to say. “Now – Strip.” Without a hint of shame, Lydia took a swinging step forwards and pulled away the white viewing obstruction.

Her breasts, despite being larger, seemed firmer than before, barely sagging at all. A real good bit larger, being noticeably almost in the D-cup area. Her skin was taut and smooth in all places of her newly acquired hourglass figure. Flat stomach with softly showing abs swung into wide hips and thighs that seemed impossibly soft for how fit the rest of her was.

The trimmed hair she used to sport she had shaved off, leaving only John’s mark under her navel to decorate her groin and emphasizing the dark blue lines all the more. They contrasted quite strongly with the pretty pink of her dripping cunt below. A dripping doubtlessly reinforced thanks to the order she had just followed.

“In case you are wondering why they have marks now,” he raised his hands from the maids’ heads to gesture at them, “the newest Perk made it free for familiars.”

Lydia just nodded, her feverish gaze wandering to his dick. Centimetre for centimetre, it became visible as Aclysia’s head slid up his length. By the time the maid’s soft lips disconnected, strands of saliva and precum breaking as she further distanced herself, the noble was on her knees. Her streak of reddish-brown was what parted the pale, white-haired servants into a symmetric image, hair length aside.

Rather than claim his dick, the maids now turned their attention to Lydia. Their hands brushed over her smooth skin, careful to stay away from the sensitive bits. They honoured their master’s wish to be the cause of Lydia’s first orgasm in this improved body. “How do you feel, Lydia?” Aclysia whispered into the queen’s ear. “Are your sharper senses providing you with newfound veneration for Master’s cock?”

“That I cannot deny,” Lydia answered with a hint of self-control. Her left hand closed around the base of John’s cock. Mouth open, she panted lustfully, every hot breath felt on the lubricated length. “This higher Libido is truly messing with my head. It feels so much hotter.” She gave it a few shallow pumps. “Looks so much more delicious.” She gave the head a wet kiss. “More than ever I just feel the need to... suck it...”

“Go ahead, then,” John encouraged her. “Wrap your red lips around my cock, my beautiful queen.”

Lydia wouldn’t have needed the invitation, but she took it anyway. A last trembling inhale, she took, before opening her mouth. It was a careful blowjob, not for a lack of skill, but for a respect of the new quality and quantity of sensations she experienced. Her strawberry red lips closed around his glans; her tongue whirled around the head. She tasted him, moaned, then she slowly slid further down. The lustful glow on her face only intensified.

“Just like that,” John groaned in appreciation, moving his hands from his maids’ to her head. He held her open hair back, so it didn’t get in the way. All the while, Lydia’s glassy eyes were focused on his cock. Bobbing up and down to gather breath and provide him with stimulating friction, she sucked him deeper and deeper. Depraved, slurping sounds echoed out whenever the vacuum seal of her lips broke.

Soon he was in her throat. Something unexpected happened when he hit the back of it. Moans, far more intense than the regular experience should have let her feel, reverberated in John’s cock. Lydia snapped back a bit in surprise, then went back down, for much the same reaction. Her body experienced genuine, physical pleasure from taking his cock in so far. Grinning, John took note of this. It was a rare trait to have, even among his harem, and one that his fetishist mind appreciated immensely.

Lydia was positively surprised by this development as well, evident by her suddenly doubling her movement. In complete disregard for her own demand for air, she slid up and down his cock, making it repeatedly push against that sensitive spot in the back of her throat. Her reverberating moans grew into muffled screams and eventually her movements came to a sudden halt. Sensuous lips around the base of his cock, her eyelids fluttered. Her face was contorted into an orgasmic grimace and John could only wait and appreciate. Thanks to dropping several loads before she came in, he was a good bit away from the brink.

This wasn’t the orgasm he had planned for, but it was just about as satisfying. Lydia shivered several times before she slowly slid back up. The moment his cock was out of her mouth, she started coughing and inhaling desperately, trying to gather the breath she had denied herself. “Oh... by... everything...” she forced out. “Had I known... this was a side effect... I would have certainly acted in accordance with your wish to help me to a higher Libido.” She swallowed and normalized her breath for the most part. “I didn’t know that performing fellatio could be that intense.”

“‘Most everyone else needs my commands to get off,” John informed her, and specified further when she looked inquisitively, “I think only Eliza and Nathalia are able to actually, physically, get off by sucking me off. Well, and Undine, but she is a special case.”

Lydia raised an eyebrow at that information. “I find myself in unusual company then.” She gave his cock renewed attention. “Alas, I don’t mind. This experience is much too pleasant.” She let the girthy shaft lay across her face while kissing his balls. “Ah, this is truly dangerous. The intense musk of your manliness is filling me with unknown intensity. Your cologne and your successful conquests are imprinted on your delicious cock. It just makes me ache to have it in my throat again.” Greedily, she licked up the underside of his shaft with one long stroke. It ended with her tasting a thick drop of precum, his cock and her body quivering. Then, she shook her head. “Listen to me babble like a cockdrunk blowjob slut.”

Beatrice leaned towards the queen’s left ear. “You can drop the ‘like’, your majesty,” the passive maid purred, the erotic emotions of the moment affecting her tone. “Looking at you worshipping Master’s cock, there is no doubt about what you are.”

While the short-haired woman’s hands glided over Lydia’s curves, caressed breasts and pussy, Aclysia leaned in from the other side. “You have always been a lewd woman, desiring my John,” the weaponized maid whispered, playing with Lydia’s right nipple while her other hand went down to the queen’s delicious bum and grabbed it.

With his own eyes and the Mandala Sphere, John witnessed how her chest and butt spilled around the maids’ elegant fingers. There was just so much more to squish now. Lydia couldn’t find it in her to disagree. The increased sensitivity of her skin and the cock in front of her must have been too distracting.

Soon her breasts and hair were in steady motion and John no longer knew where to look. At her flat midriff, that bulging below the mark, her thick thighs, her lustful expression or the hypnotic circular swaying of her tits. Before he knew it, he was encapsulated by that steady jiggle. Their size made her wild ride that much more of a feast for the eyes. Dark pink nipples on healthily flushed skin, they drew circles into the air. Right up until John decided he had enough just watching them.

His torso curved off the bed, their hands parted, only to wrap around each other’s bodies, becoming gradually more sweaty. Drawing her chest against him, John pushed his face between the soft valleys. They weren’t as notably immense as Salamander’s, but they were bigger than Rave’s breasts by a noticeable bit. There was more than enough to lick and kiss and have his face enveloped by, at the very least.

Sweetly painful, he felt Lydia’s fingers claw at his back. Her nails were short, but with her intense embrace, she still managed to make them felt. All the while, she continued to bounce in his lap. Her moans, directly above him, grew ever louder. John could only groan in unison, while he caught one of her nipples with his mouth and played with it, using tongue and teeth. They let the passion flow freely through them and their bodies became more and more tense until the moment itself had to tear.

They orgasmed together. Embraces were tightened, moans spiralled into screams. Her pussy gripped him strongly, as waves of his cum shot upwards and deep into her. Her nails dragged over his back, a slight pain that only heightened his experience, while he sucked on her hard nipple and held her elegant body in his strong arms.

As the climax passed and the orgasm ebbed off, their passion only went higher. A series of kisses delivered John’s mouth from her breasts to her neck. Uncontrolled, they toppled over. Their bodies wound on the mattress for a little while, until the last waves had passed and John pulled out of her. He backed off, giving Lydia the space she needed to turn onto her chest.

Head and torso lowered, ass raised, she presented her backside. The round ass cheeks were firm, thanks to the muscles underneath tensing. John gave it a nice, loud slap. A moan underlined the sharp echo, the jiggle spreading into her thighs before vanishing when the queen placed her own hands on her round bottom.

“Don’t make me wait, my love,” she gasped, pulling the cheeks apart. Above a cum-drooling cunt sat her sphincter, relaxed, glistening with spilled pussy juice and ready to be fucked. “I need to know how much greater the pleasure is from it now. Take me, John, fuck me like the anal-loving pervert I am.”

John was already getting into position. Squatting over her butt, he angled his cock downwards and pushed against her puckered asshole. Glancing over her shoulder until the moment of penetration, Lydia’s eyes rolled up her skull once the head of his cock was inside her. “You like it, Lydia?” John grunted in debauched amusement.

Failing to produce an answer immediately, Lydia instead lowered her hands to the mattress and clawed at the sheets. Even her mouth followed the motion, biting the cloth in instinctual animalism. All the while, she groaned and shifted underneath him. It could be mistaken for a display of pain, but John knew the look of one of his women losing control of her thoughts to raw ecstasy. “Deeeepeeeerrrrrr,” she managed to press out between clenched teeth.

Grabbing her hips, John did as requested and split her tight back entrance with his large cock. The moment he was fully inside her, he immediately started moving. Slow and steady thrusts, as willing as she was, her sphincter needed to go through some loosening before the main thing could start.

Not that Lydia wasn’t already experiencing her first orgasm. Some jumbled words escaped past her bite, but John didn’t care to clarify what any of it could have meant. He took it as just another flavour of moan.

Following a spur of desire, John placed his right on Lydia’s head. He parted her messy hair with his grip. Part of his body weight now rested on her skull, the rest impacted on her bottom with his thrusts. The dominating position was right up his alley.

The bed creaked as he felt the resistance of her sphincter weaken, allowing him to indulge more in the pleasurable friction of her asshole. First, he went harder, only increasing speed on the penetration. The reverberations in the air from the impact, the slapping of their hips and their intertwining groans and moans, motivated him to go faster, harder, until he was putting his entire supernatural strength into every movement.

Lydia came continuously. With his weight pinning her down, he barely managed to keep her from writhing around in an uncontrolled fashion. Her insides were gripping his cock with every move, protesting when he slipped out and tightly embracing him on the way back in.

John’s rising lust was sapping his brain power, like it so often did. Without thinking about it in any fashion, simply obeying his savage instincts, he pulled Lydia up by her hair and shoulder. Almost limp, she hung from her hair, only letting go of the bedsheet when it stretched too far. Her teeth continued to be clenched, intense grunts escaping her, until she saw the second cock getting in position where her face had just been mushed into the mattress.

He didn’t even have to push her towards Jack’s cock, she went down all on her own. He let go off her head, resumed grabbing her hips and fucking her with all his might. Greedily, wildly, the queen’s lips worshipped his double’s cock. Within a moment, she was deepthroating him. The new love for sucking him off intertwined with her old and still intensely present fetish of getting her back entrance hammered, to very potent effect.

John heard the repeated squirts from her pussy soiling the sheets. He didn’t need to see any of it to know that Lydia was nothing but a pleasure-consumed slab of cock hungry meat at the moment. To be fair, he was little more himself. The sensation of her throat mixed with that of her asshole and John felt the next, giant load coming quickly.

All the way inside her on both ends, John’s grip intensified and he came. A sudden and deep relief washed all through him, accompanied by an uncontrollable torrent of ecstasy. While he painted her throat and guts white, Lydia continued to gush love juices all over the bed and gagged screams echoed from her filled throat.

When the first semblance of reason returned to John, he had Jack pull out of Lydia’s throat. While he was still cumming, he wanted her to actually breathe. The last spurts of that orgasm instead decorated her hair with its thick white.

Once he was out of her ass as well, sanity restored in that post-sex clarity. He gently took the quivering Lydia and moved her to a spot in the bed that was less tainted. Jack returned to being the Mandala Sphere and hovered off.

Laying down next to her, John then gave her the good old post-coitus cuddles. Wordlessly, they drifted off into a relaxing nap together.



There would be enough to do after they woke up.