Chapter 865 – Cum-addicted Haremettes [Erotic Content]

Chapter 865 – Cum-addicted Haremettes [Erotic Content]

The door shut and isolated the inside of the stretch limo completely from the cheering people on the outside. Lydia waved on last time through the tinted glass, then magic caused it to go from merely dark to completely black. Artificial light softly rose in brightness. Lydia touched a panel along the wall and it switched from a calm blue to sensual red.

As far as colours went, there could have been none more fitting for the mood that settled on the inside of the car. It reflected on the numerous glasses and bottles that were confined in the tiny bar that was lodged between two benches. Skin was tinted and cleavages highlighted. Chests rose and fell visibly, as breathing in the room became more heated. The smell of the harem girls intertwined with John’s masculine cologne and natural odour. Large as the space was for a vehicle, it was small and shallow by regular standards. The harem was cramped together, luscious bodies sitting shoulder to shoulder, with Aclysia and Beatrice right next to John when he had settled in the corner at the end of the limo.

John felt his suit on his skin, a bothersome layer that was unnatural to him. All across the tiny space, the girls pulled softly at their dresses and their strings. The car started to move. Lydia slid open the window that separated them from the driver’s cabin. “Take the scenic route home,” she instructed and then closed the separation again. Like the other windows, it tinted to a pitch black and likely served to isolate noise just as well as the door did.

Turning towards him, Lydia directed her gaze at John. In the red light, her grey-blue eyes had a pink tint. Same was true for every other pair of eyes in the stretch limo. All of them were directed at John. All of the girls were silent. They were finally all alone. A day spent keeping their hands off each other as best they could.

John could practically smell the pheromones they were all exuding. Combined body heat rose from flushed bodies, turned the room actually hotter and caused them to lightly sweat. All of that was born from a mood John very much shared. It made him drunk on lust, too much so to say anything.

“I can not wait any longer.” Lydia was the one to take the lead, as she had done for most of the evening. Two moves with her hands, and the dress she had worn all day came off as easily as a loose glove. Discarded, the artistic piece of clothing was laying on the floor and left Lydia in her underwear. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only two adhesive patches that had kept her hard nipples from poking out. Now she pulled them off, throwing them to the side with a liberating movement. The jewelry in her hair soon followed. As drenched as her white satin panties were, she didn’t take the time to take them off.

She tried to walk, but the ceiling was too low to do so gracefully and so John got to watch her drop on all fours to instead crawl through the entire length of the stretch limo. Still, all of the harem stared at him with lustfully burning eyes.

“Aren’t you a needy little slut?” John asked the approaching, self-degrading queen. He may as well have asked any or all of the other girls in the car. “What would your people think if they saw you on the floor like that, hm?”

“I serve my people with my time and my ambition,” Lydia responded now between his legs. “How I serve you should be none of their concern-nnhhhnnn.” Her reasonable sentence came to a gasping end when John pulled his clothes into his inventory. By some miracle, he wasn’t erect yet, but that didn’t seem to bother Lydia at all. With absurd need, she hastily bowed towards his groin. Saliva dropped from her extended tongue. It connected with his sack when she gave him one first lick. A throaty moan echoed through the tiny room.

John didn’t even need to reach down. What remained of Lydia’s grace in her current haze was entirely dedicated to looking sexy while her lips pressed against his heavy balls and sucked on them with nymphomaniac delight. He felt her heavy breaths on his growing cock. Each was a long inhale, taking in his scent, followed by a bursting, half-moaning exhale. Still she stared at him.

Still the rest of the harem stared at him. Unlike Lydia, none of his regular girls had the ‘decency’ to wear something to hide how their nipples poked through the thin fabric of their dresses. They were now breathing audibly, the steady panting of over a dozen gorgeous women filling the space. Yet they did not make any large moves, only pulling softly at their clothes and sliding their hands over their own or their neighbour’s curves. Their lust paralysed their minds or perhaps they were simply waiting for him to make a decision on how he wanted this to go down.

John’s dick had now reached its full size. Continuing to slather his balls with saliva, Lydia was unmoving, the erect member settled on her face. She shivered, moaned and cried wordlessly. Then the Gamer spoke a two-word command that broke the stillness of the room, “Service me.”

Dresses vanished, were taken or simply torn off in a matter of seconds, preceding a scramble of everyone trying to get to John. Aclysia and Beatrice’s lips lowered down to his neck, showering it and the muscles of his upper torso in kisses. Lydia finally licked upwards his massive cock and sucked him in the moment she was at the tip. Swiftly, the descent of her head turned into a heated bobbing.

“Master,” Nia purred when she appeared next to Lydia. Swiftly, the blank lowered her head to worship his unattended, seed-filled sack.

“Master,” Rave echoed when she managed to be the third who squeezed her way between his spread legs. “Fuuuuck,” she gasped, close to his groin. The wetness of her pussy was evident in her voice. “Your cock is so hot. You smell so sexy... you taste sho good!” The last bit was slurred, Lydia sliding up enough that Rave managed to kiss the side of his lower shaft.

“Master...” “Master!” “Mast-aaahh!” “Master.” The word was repeated over and over again by the needful haremettes all across the stretch limo. They cramped themselves into the back third of the car, a writhing mass of smooth skin and soft curves attempting to get as close as possible. Albeit they all craved to touch him, they didn’t get so close to obstruct his view. John was treated to a sight now utterly dominated by his harem. He could barely even see the rest of the car behind them.

Normally, the assortment of gorgeous women would have been all over each other to pass the waiting time. Something about the mood that dominated the room had them keep those engagements to a minimum. They grasped at each other and briefly teased nearby sexes, but never kept prolonged contact outside of the rubbing that the limited space mandated. Their hands were mostly used to touch themselves in ways deliberately meant to be tantalizing. They were showing themselves off to him and thus served him in the best way they could without physical contact.

Inspired by the moving fingers, he wrapped his arms around the two maids by his side. Palms sliding over the firm softness of their butts, he reached down to their pussies. His fingers travelled through their drenched labias and then found their clits. For a moment, they stopped kissing him, both instead pressing against him with their pale, quivering bodies. Half-closed, glassy eyes in heads leaning against his shoulder reflected their lust as they moaned in perfect synchronicity. Their identical voices, usually separated easily by tone, were equally timed and rose in pitch at the same pace. All that separated the two was the length of their hair, the placement of their moles and Beatrice’s larger breasts. Otherwise, the maids made themselves the same. A perfect set of twins to pleasure his perfectionism. John loved every second of it.

While his skilful hands worked their magic in bringing the two to quick orgasms, Lydia was the first to climax. His command and the on-going pleasure it rewarded while the girls continued to abide by it certainly helped the cock-hungry queen’s lust to rise, but she was entirely able to cum just from sucking his cock even without any of his normality-shattering powers. With a body that had developed to love all of her holes to be used, Lydia’s muffled cries grew more intense the more she sucked him off.

With one last deepthroat, her eyelids fluttered and a scream reverberated around John’s sensitive cock. Vibrations and his own need to finally feel release intertwined to hasten his own climax along. His fingers sped up along his heartbeat. His cock began to tense and he grit his teeth to hold on just a moment. “I will cum all over all of you,” he pressed out a strained order.

Before he could recover, she started to pull back up. Her tongue pressed against every single one of his weak spots with ecstatic accuracy. What clearness he had gathered thanks to cumming twice already was ruined by how well his girlfriend knew to pleasure him. Her lips pressed tightly around his glans, her tongue swirled around his head, and suddenly he was cumming again.

His seed spurted into her in its absurd quantity. Some of it she had to swallow, there just wasn’t enough room in her greedy little mouth, but most of it she managed to keep gathered. When he was done cumming, she backed off his cock and showed all of it. The thick white liquid threatened to escape past her pillowy pink lips. The repeated, orgasmic quivers that accompanied the taste of his seed didn’t help. Still, she took the risk to swirl it with her tongue until John gave her the order, “Swallow.”

Her mouth closed and she gulped visibly. Once it was open again, there was nothing but the hot insides of her serving mouth. “Please, Master, may I have another?” she begged and made big eyes. In the meantime, Siena had taken the place next to her, having simply moved the quickest while John failed to make a conscious decision.

Salamander and Siena wrapped their tails around his legs while they leaned forwards. The two big-titted elementals kissed his balls while Rave softly played with the tip. Continuing to give him big eyes, his favourite girl managed to melt John’s resistance – for the most part. “You may help these two get me off while they give me a boobjob,” he stated, “but you won’t hog my seed to yourself. I want to cum all over you again.”

“Thank you, Master,” Rave purred. “Whatever lets me stay close to your magnificent cock.”

“It’s almost as great as the man it’s attached to,” Siena’s sensual voice added.

“I fucking love it,” Salamander moaned, giving it a quick lick with her inhumanely long tongue. Cupping her massive breasts, she pressed them against John’s shaft. Siena followed immediately thereafter. Undine moved up a little bit so she didn’t get in the way, her slime sticking to John where gravity would have made the position difficult for any regular woman.

Red squished against purplish blue, the former dominating the latter through sheer size. John’s cock was stuck between the heat of Salamander and Siena’s colder than average body, settling where all four tits met. He was slick to start with, but as they began to move, Salamander’s oily sweat added even more lubrication to his saliva covered shaft. Bowing over them, Rave took what of John’s cock she could reach into her mouth. For a moment, it seemed she could stay at that level, then she must have remembered how much a cock-addicted, good girlfriend she was and moved even beyond what poked out of the elementals’ breasts.

Sinking her face into the squishy ocean of red and blue, Rave breathed rapidly while indulging herself. While she wanted him as deep inside her as she could get, she still moved in accordance to the shaking, rising and falling of the tits under her lips. Siena and Salamander didn’t mind, only panting while they serviced him. Their coiled tails caressed his legs. It wasn’t pleasurable in and of itself, but John took great joy from the fact that he was almost entirely covered by horny females.

He could have pulled the shortstack goth slime on his chest, but instead decided to finally get the bottle of champagne to some more use. After getting Aclysia to give him another sip, he gave her a lust-fuelled order, “Pour it over my chest.”

Ice cold, the sparkling champagne ran down between his pecs. The trickling stream somewhat spread on his abs and was then quickly lapped up by the two other short girls. Where the maids couldn’t do anything with alcohol and concentrated on keeping his face and neck showered in attention, Eliza, Sylph and, in her own way, Undine were all too happy to drink up the liquid.

Where the arcvolt elemental lapped up the champagne, the trail of her tongue and contact of her lips left John with a tingle more intense than the bubbling. Eliza compensated for a lack of special effects with sheer perversion, giggling madly while she wildly drank from his body and scent. What they missed was absorbed into Undine through contact with her, for that size, absurdly thick thighs.

Enjoying the many sensations that came along the slowly emptying bottle, John only interrupted his following of the happenings to take another sip. In the background, the girls were still mostly masturbating for his viewing pleasure. Lydia was entirely clean now, every inch of her body having gotten some degree of attention, and was making out with Nia while they both stared at him. Metra was doing a little show between dance and masturbation, both limited by the tight space. Scarlett had one leg up on the nearby seat, over which she bent to emphasize her bubble butt and the pretty pink pussy lips between her smooth legs.

Although Gnome was still trying to get his attention with her eyes, hers were darting all over the scene. She didn’t stand, collapsed into a puddle of her own love juices while she furiously and unashamedly masturbated. The sheer amount of carnal exaltation that she could follow was putting her voyeurism into an overdrive that managed to drown all forms of her embarrassment.

Siena and Salamander dug their fingers into their tits. The soft, overabundant meat of the firm bags of mankind’s hopes and dreams spilled past their grasp. They jiggled with each rise and fall. They shifted with the pressure put onto them to alternate the way they pleased their summoner. They took the impact of Rave’s overenthusiastic, cum-hungry self-facefucking with yet more delicious jiggles. While his eyes appreciated that bountiful feast, his hands continued to sink into the butts of Aclysia and Beatrice.

He closed his eyes for a little bit, let his pleasure rise and rise. His shaft began to quiver, his balls tightened. He opened his eyes again and commanded, “Cum,” just as he came. Rave’s head flew back, she shouted out loud and semen pumped into the air as the rest of the car followed her example. Gnome squirted all over the floor, her eyes rolling upwards. Siena and Salamander extended their inhuman tongues to catch some of the Gamer’s cum. More of it, a massive amount, landed across their juicy tits, their and Rave’s faces, and the bodies of nearby haremettes.

“Harder!” he commanded, tilting everyone’s sensitivity up by 50%. Despite the absurd perversion of the situation, he hadn’t used that tool at all in this ecstatic writhing so far. “Cum! Scream your feelings.”

“I laaav yaaa!” “John, my love!” “Mashtaah!” “Master.” “You fucking sssstud!” “My beloved saviour.” “The king of my heart, my body.” “I love you. I need you. I don’t deserve you and your fucking patience!” “My saviour, my Maaaasteeeer.” “My pashtient shhhoulma-aahhh-te.” “The best, funnest, perverteshesh man, Mastahhhh, yeshhh, yessssss!” “My John.” “I’m yoursss, you made me yours!”

The debauched cries, partly wrecked by ecstasy, partly controlled, echoed through the room and let John enjoy his orgasm to the fullest, while leaning back and indulging in the cries and worship of his body that followed. The flow of cum came to a slow end, as did the cries across the room. There was a moment of silence, but the aura of need still hung heavily in the moving car.

“Siena,” John announced who got to suck his cock next.



Lydia only told the driver to actually get them home when they all had gotten their turn.