Chapter 791 – Tournament of Oddities Interlewd – The cowgirl loving catgirl [Erotic Content]

Chapter 791 – Tournament of Oddities Interlewd – The cowgirl loving catgirl [Erotic Content]

They were on each other’s lips the second they made it past the door. Of course they had been making out sporadically on the entire way back, but now they went beyond what could be done while moving. It started with Siena receiving some attention, went over to the other elementals, the maids and finally stopped at Rave.

Her kiss was remarkably aggressive. The winding of their tongues for superiority was a proper fight. One that he thoroughly enjoyed, given her sweet taste of bubble-gum and those soft, glossy lips of hers. The tiny metal ball of her tongue piercing effortlessly gliding between their movements created a sort of focal point for John.

While he was taller, his girlfriend was still, thanks to supernatural power-ups, physically superior. A whole lot, especially once she manifested those adorable cat ears. Although she was on her toes, she forced John back step by step by the sheer power of her body pressing against him. The only alternative was falling. Which went from an alternative to the only choice when the back of his legs hit the bed and he tumbled down, Rave on top of him.

She immediately moved her arms down to his shirt and began unbuttoning it. For once, he didn’t just open his inventory to help with that. Having a gorgeous woman undress him while he held her and their sloppy kiss echoed in the room caused a simple and primal satisfaction. Especially with all the other girls getting on the way too small bed, all eager to get his attention and willing to help each other out with their lust until they got it.

The last button opened and John’s wrists were taken and nailed to the bed above his head, just as his girlfriend pulled up. Just a little bit, enough to put her lips in his field of view and separate him from the rest of the world through the curtain of her long, wild hair, a neon pink colour not too far removed from cherry blossoms.

A strand of saliva connected their outstretched tongues for one erotic moment, then they just stared at each other’s eyes. The blue of hers had been replaced by a copper colour, a change that always occurred when she changed into cat mode and went alongside the change of her pupils to vertical slits. Notably, the pink shimmer in her eyes was retained. Where it had been lost before, in recent months, it had developed an increasing staying power. At the moment, it was a heavily consolidated outline around her pupil, a hard manifestation, complimenting her determined stare.

“You’re in a dominant mood today, aren’t you?” John asked, and she smirked.

“Yessss,” she hissed lustfully, her legs straddling his stomach and grinding against his smooth abs.

It was a tad rarer than her submissive outbursts, largely because John rewarded those so intensely, but his girlfriend was still a dominant leaning switch. What she needed to ‘vent’ in that regard was usually funnelled into the submissive elements of the harem, since John didn’t usually enjoy being in the powerless position. That was enough for her everyday desires, but some occasions had her just wanting more. Something that her boyfriend could completely empathize with.

“Then you’re in charge for the next hour,” he promised her with a wink. Being the submissive may not have been his cup of tea, but he was willing to do it every now and again if it made her happy. A large part of that readiness to submit was that it was Rave. Their sexual compatibility had always been off the charts, and after over a year as a couple, he completely trusted her to keep the femdom to a level that he still enjoyed.

That aside, there were perks to being the submissive for a bit. He got to remind himself how things he did felt on the other side. An inspirational process that let him think of things that would make it just that little bit ‘worse’ for his own submissives when he was back in control. Control that would be all the sweeter for having temporarily lost it.

“Thank ya, tiger,” Rave purred, kissed him on the lips and then slipped into her role. Sitting straight up on her man, like a queen on her throne, she looked around. “Y’all heard that?” she asked the harem at large. Nods all around, along with a tiny shift in the room’s attitude. The centre of attention was no longer the Gamer on the bed, it was the Lightbearer on top of the Gamer. It was an easy switch for everyone to make; after all, they loved the lead haremette almost as much as they did John. “Don’t just nod, let me hear it, who do you serve for the next hour?”

“”You, mistress,”” everyone, save Siena, answered immediately. The sadistic shadow spirit crossed her arms and gave a challenging glare.

“Don’tcha worry, Sienya,” she stopped for a moment, because of the almost embarrassing slip of her cat tongue, then moved on, “you’ll be my assistant in this. Ya can tend to the other girls while I’m busy.”

“Glad someone treasures my talents,” Siena practically moaned those words and immediately grabbed Gnome and Aclysia. Presumably, she was out for a mixture of ruining innocence and getting some minor revenge on the maid. There was always some little, mostly friendly feud going on between those two.

“Beg for it.” The demand came immediately.

“Please, let me open my eyes and see your perfect ass, mistress,” he exclaimed and stopped there. It wasn’t the most in-depth begging, but he wasn’t willing to do much more.

“I’ll let you in three,” her hips rose, “two,” she stayed at the top for a moment, “one!”

His eyes flew open to see her perfect ass just as she plunged down. It was even more fantastic than he had imagined, and that imagination had been fuelled by a vast array of detailed memories. Tanned, round and taking the shock of the latest impact, her ass pressed against his groin. Her head flew back and she screamed at the ceiling as a sudden and intense orgasm rewarded her for her actions. The little used functionality of his pleasure-rewarding commands was that it actually worked on begging as well.

Several shivers went through her, and John had to clench his teeth to not cum inside her quivering quim. “Such a good toy,” Rave panted as she slowly calmed down. “Even when you plead for something, you can pleasure me.” She reached behind herself, slapped her own ass and then pulled the left cheek to the side to give John even more to look at. “Ya would love to slap this ass, wouldn’t ya, tiger?”

“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you later,” he broke character for a moment, unable to keep his true feelings from spilling out. Her butt and her perverted behaviour was just too enticing to keep anything hidden.

Rave only smiled broader because of that. That moment of honesty was, in a way, truer subjugation than anything else in the last few minutes. After all, he was still bound and under her, unable to act on his wishes. “Later, not now,” she teased and slowly rotated her hips. Even the shadows that played over her lower back were hellishly attractive. “Do you want to cum, tiger?”

“Yes, mistress,” he answered, slipping back into his role.

“Do you need to cum? Did looking at my ass perhaps put you right up to the edge and now you’re holding back, because you know better than to disappoint me?”

“Yesssssss,” he hissed through clenched teeth, forgetting the honorific due to the sheer amount of effort involved in holding back his badly needed release. “Please, let me cum!” he pleaded.

“Where do you want to cum?” Rave asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was just drawing this out to make it that little bit more torturous for him. “My pussy? My ass? My tits? If ya beg long enough, I might let you finish on my face. Let your thick, hot cum spurt all over me.”

“Your pussy!” he almost screamed at this point. “Let me cum inside your pussy, please!”

“Just one,” she raised her hips, “more,” she stayed at the top for one second, “plunge! Cum!”

She slammed down on him and he was unable to keep control of himself. He thrust up into her, his cock penetrating as deeply as it could, and his cum shot into her with desperate intensity. Every tensing of his shaft and balls came along a series of white lightning in his field of view. Rave shouted as his seed pumping into her womb caused one more orgasm to wash over her. Their lustful vocalizations intertwined and John felt the absolute relief, before he slowly collapsed into the bed.

“Whew,” Rave let out a quick exhale. “Alright, good warm-up.” She rolled her shoulders and her hips, continuing to ride him to milk the last few drops from him, before getting up.



She used the rest of the hour effectively – then John used her effectively.