Chapter 841 – Giant Hot Tits [Erotic Content]

Chapter 841 – Giant Hot Tits [Erotic Content]

A smoky aroma, burning incense and sandalwood, those filled John’s mouth and nostrils when kissed the slightly taller Salamander. Soft, ruby red lips pressed against his, separated for less than a second, then connected again. Their making-out was heated from the start and only became sloppier by the second. Tongues intertwined, hers nimbly coiling around his with inhuman length. Drops of Salamander’s oily saliva slowly ran down her chin.

John controlled his urges for long enough to get all of his clothes put into his inventory. He wanted to get right to squishing those massive tits. Before his hands could wander, Salamander fell backwards and pulled him down with her. Laying on the somewhat dry but not dead or ashen grass, the apocalypse elemental smiled up to him. “Come on, stud, we both know we need it.”

“True,” the Gamer barely managed to respond, grabbing his cock and aligning it with her pussy. Wetness wasn’t the slightest bit of an issue. Salamander’s love juices were few by comparison to what John did to the undergarments of his other girls, but they were extra slick. As such, John just pushed inside and groaned loudly when he was engulfed by her tightness.

It was a new feeling. Salamander’s cunt had always been odd in that her insides were like a fire that needed to be stoked. At first it only felt mediocre, but as the intercourse continued, it would ramp up until there were few things as ecstatic. Thousands of little flaming tongues would caress his cock with every thrust, that was what he was used to. While that special property still seemed to hold true, only a few harmless flickers flowed around his cock, the new increase in earth attribute in Salamander must have had an influence even on her insides. That was the best explanation John could come up with as for why she was so incredibly tight. It wasn’t as form-fitting as Gnome or Undine, but it got dangerously close.

Perhaps Salamander would have made fun of him for his intense reaction, had she not been howling in lust from the simple penetration herself. Spine arched, she caused her tits to droop towards her face. If she had wanted to, stretched her neck just a little bit, she could have sucked her own nipples. John noticed a few more, aesthetically bordering black lines on the underside of her boobs, previously hidden under their sheer size.

The need to fuck and the need to touch wrestled, and the former ultimately won. Partly because the wish to see them jiggle was strong by itself, partly because the present harem stepped close and distracted him. None of them disrobed in their approach, respecting Salamander’s right to claim him for herself for a little while. All they did was kiss him goodbye before they headed inside, something that forced him to remain somewhat upright.

“I’ll be waiting, tiger,” Rave started, just as John began to move. She kissed him quick and deep and went ahead.

“”We wish you great satisfaction, Master, and remain ready to serve when you come inside,”” Aclysia and Beatrice said as one, quickly kissing him in turn. Their voices had to compete with Salamander’s moans.

“Fuck me hard, later, please,” Eliza whined after her kiss. John grabbed her by the hair and forced her into a second, slightly longer one and slapped her ass when she turned to leave.

“H-hope you have a lot of fun,” Gnome stuttered, biting her lower lip as her voyeurism almost made her forget to kiss him. When she remembered, it was hasty and shy, barely more than a brushing of the lips. John found it satisfying regardless.

“Come to me if you need to cool down after this,” Undine seductively mused, before she found him in a kiss. Her liquid body jiggled, but not as much as the twin globes John could see through her translucent form.

“Those are big tiddies, I wanna play with them later, but you can have them to yourself for now. Well, we can share them later, that would be the most fun!” Sylph palavered, somehow managing to give John several kisses on his lips and cheeks while talking. Thrusts and Salamander’s writhing made the boobs bounce and swing in all directions. When they met in a circular swing, the clash of soft meat was perversely enticing.

Nia kissed him without any initial comment. Her tasteless, soft lips claimed him in a sudden, deeply caring motion. She brushed through his hair, tasted him and moaned from the tingle of his magic. “Later,” was all she said, before pulling back and then teleporting away.

“Later indeed.” Siena took her place suddenly. Startling John, she managed to get the constant slaps of his hips against Salamander’s thick legs and butt to a short halt. By the time they kissed, he had already resumed. “We will have great fun tonight,” she whispered when she got up, the tip of her tail brushing over John’s cheek with a gentle touch.

“Treat your wives, sex slaves and lovers well, my king, and we will be yours for eternity.” Metra grinned and then pressed her lips on him for a particularly passionate engagement between them. Gushing around his cock, Salamander screamed as she had her first orgasm. Her tits were relatively still, going along with her body becoming rigid and tense at the height of pleasure. Every tremble of her body reverberated in them, regardless.

“I’ll have Siena bind me to something,” Scarlett announced as she bowed down. “Get to me within two hours, I have that much time in my schedule. Let me squirm as best you can otherwise.”

“Demanding submissives are a handful,” John complained once their kiss had ended, giving the redhead a clap on her round ass, like he had done with Eliza. With a moan and a grin over her shoulder, the technomancer walked away. Only Salamander and her summoner remained on the rooftop.

One more thrust and his own perception faded. He could feel how he pumped one absolutely massive load into her. Aside from that, it was just white lightning and the smoky, erotic smell of Salamander. Very distantly, he was aware of the screaming, quivering body under him, of the orange glowing hair he clawed into, keeping his lover in a submissive position. There was a tail wrapped around his wrist, lustfully caressing his arm. His balls kept tensing, pumping out the replenished seed.

The gigantic orgasm subsided and reason managed to worm its way into the remaining ecstasy. He pulled out of the hellish pleasure, pumped a few more strands onto her presented backside, and then, heavily breathing, sat down to recover. Salamander kept lying where she was, herself calming down. Had she been a human, she doubtlessly would have had a stomach bloated from the absurd amount of cum he had filled her with. It all had been burned away in a haze of lust.

For over a minute, they just gathered their breath. Then, Salamander managed to roll over on her back. “That was... exactly... what I fucking needed,” the apocalypse elemental gasped, a devilish grin slowly growing on her face. “Ready for one more thing?”

“Depends on what,” John answered, manually controlling his breathing to regain his stamina quicker. His cock was still hard, even if he was now feeling intensely thirsty. It wouldn’t be long before the dehydrated debuff appeared. Without a glass of water and a pause long enough to reset that terrifying ecstatic inferno of her cunt, John doubted he could get back into it without it being a minor health hazard.

“Can’t call it a proper first time in the new body without you using these,” Salamander cackled and squished her tits together. Her oily sweat turned the massive globes into glistening mounds of delicious meat. The light of the setting sun reflected softly on the surface, the orange tinge harmonizing with her red and black skin. Her fingers partly disappeared from view as she seductively kneaded her tits.

John was already crawling back over, when he said, “That would usually be foreplay.”

“Fuck usual things, I needed to get fucked,” Salamander declared. “Think of it as aftercare or some shit, just put that giant cock between these things!” She shook them with hungry intent. Show-off that she was, she couldn’t wait for this herself.

“Hard to disagree with you, if you’re that insistent,” he joked and mounted her chest. His cock rested in the valley between her slumping breasts, then Salamander squished them together. Groaning, John let her heat envelop him. It was all around his dick, which completely vanished between the massive globes of squishy goodness. “Fuck, these are great,” he sighed, reaching down to play with her nipples.

Salamander moaned, writhing under him. The smooth skin of her tits glided over his cock with pleasurable friction. The oil of her sweat and the juices already drenching John’s cock mixed together into a perfect lubricant. It was as if she was made to get fucked into a frenzy and give service like this afterwards. Supernatural characteristics like this sometimes turned out to be so sexy.

“Sensitive too,” she gasped, when she began to pleasure both of them. By moving her hands and chest, she grinded against him. It didn’t feel quite as good as being properly inside her, but the visual more than made up for it. While she dictated the pace of things, John relaxed. Occasionally he flicked, twisted or pulled on her nipples. Otherwise, he just watched her pant and stare into her cleavage, where his cock sometimes poked out.

The alternating ways she shook her tits and the steady back and forth of her torso mingled to provide both a steady rhythm and lovable surprises. Sometimes he could distantly feel the pressure from her palms through the squishy goodness, at other times her hands only provided direction to the shaking. Almost as good as the friction was seeing Salamander’s fingers sink into her own tits and how the overabundant meat spilled between them. Softly, John started to thrust, adding a third movement into the overall scene. His cock poked out on the other side more often now, the full length of it in motion.

Salamander stretched her head and extended her tongue. A regular human level sufficed to lick the tip of it. An immediate shout of lust escaped her, a sharp and delighted sound, her body going into a climactic quiver. The aftertaste of his seed must have set her over the edge. Her tits were truly sensitive enough to make her cum on their own.

Grinning, John took advantage of that. Replacing Salamander’s trembling hands with his own, he once more got to knead her giant breasts. This time he had to hold back a bit, focusing on keeping them tightly pressed around his cock as he accelerated his thrusts. Behind him, the apocalypse elemental’s hips squirmed around. She dug trenches into the dirt with her fingers and lashed it with her tail, when her summoner fucked her tits at a fast pace.

Her tits weren’t just sensitive enough to make her cum, they were almost as sensitive as Undine’s when she decided to concentrate most of her erogenous areas there. “You have such an erotic body,” John groaned, only receiving screams of lust as a response. Every few times his groin pressed into the delicious heat of her boob’s underside, he was rewarded with a quick lick by her pointy tongue. One of those times, the tongue followed after his cock.

Surprisingly quick, it extended and coiled around his shaft. An overflow of saliva and precum turned the tit fuck from well lubricated to absolutely drenched. Sloppy sounds underlined the throaty groans of both Salamander and John. The tongue slid back and forth with his thrusts and in the spaces between the spiralling muscle, the softness of her tits still reached him. It was a fantastical pleasure, between fucking her throat and a simple boobjob. He sped up even more, until his movements were a blur. Then he stopped.

One last load exploded from the tip of his cock. The head just barely peeked out of her cleavage. White cum splattered over her extended tongue and her face. Less powerful and massive strands landed over her chest. The last drops were all lost between her tits. The thick baby batter was a perfect decoration on her red, black-marked skin.



Ass and tits, both were fantastic (even if one was better).