Chapter 974 – Vacation Week Interlewd – Voyeuristic Stone

Chapter 974 – Vacation Week Interlewd – Voyeuristic Stone

Gnome laid in the bed before John, naked, heavily blushing, and already teasing her sexy bits with her hands. They weren’t alone in the room, far from it. Salamander, Undine, Sylph and Siena were all with them. The entirety of John’s elemental harem was gathered in their bedroom, the rest of the harem waiting outside. The sole exception to this was Rave, who had been invited by Gnome to be the stand-in light elemental for the evening. In that spirit, John’s girlfriend had manifested her cat-features, the ears and the pink tail both glowing softly for added effect. Those five stood next to the bed, waiting to be invited onto it.

With a smile, John raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. “Are you horny?” he asked and was immediately met with a series of confirming moans. “I don’t think I heard you.” He snapped a second time. “Are you horny?” The moans got louder, but the Gamer still wasn’t quite satisfied. A third snap, a third time the question was raised, “Are you horny?”

The five by the bedside, so patiently standing in wait before, were now all quivering. They grabbed whatever sexy bits were the closest to them, be that their own or of those standing adjacent. Confirming gasps and glassy eyes reached a level of depravity John was finally satisfied with. Before him, Gnome stared at his erect cock and reached down to her quim with both hands. John grabbed her by both wrists and pinned them above her head before she could properly pleasure herself.

“W-why... that wasn’t the...” she stammered, greedily and reluctantly looking at the shaft hovering about her quickly wetting cunt. Swallowing, she interrupted herself.

“That wasn’t the what?” John hummed. “Do tell me exactly what kind of scene you want. I want to hear it from you loud and clear. My memory isn’t the best, you know?”

“L-liar!” Gnome cried.

“Accusing your Master of lying?” John made a stern expression and raised one hand from her pinned wrists. Whether he used one or two to keep her crossed arms down didn’t matter. She was strong enough that she could have broken free of either version whenever she wanted. He snapped his fingers again. “Are you my sex slave?”

“”Yes.”” The answer came from every woman in the room, even Siena. It didn’t have as big of an effect on her, but the midnight elemental knew that she could find pleasure in some minor submissions.

“You lot, be quiet,” he commanded the five by the foot end of the bed. “You will be used when I want you to. Stand there, keep your hands still and be pretty for your Master... Siena, you can prepare them for me.” He threw a favour in there for the heavily dominant leaning shadow spirit, who graciously took the opportunity. Then he turned back to Gnome. “As a good sex slave, you will answer my questions, right, Gnome?”

“Yes...” she mumbled.

“Louder, perverted slut,” he demanded.

“Yes, Master!”

“That’s a good girl.” He smiled and gave her an approving pat and the side of her face. “Now, tell me what you want from this engagement.”

“I w-want to watch as you take them one by one,” Gnome finally came out with the explanation. “I want to see them get driven to mad ecstasy by your big dick, Master. C-can I see that? Pl- pretty please?”

That was the scene she had suggested and John would deliver – in his style. “And as you watch me fuck your fellow sex slaves,” he paused shortly to snap his fingers, “Gnome, will you pleasure yourself?”

Her hands tensed under his arm, rising from the cushion for a moment before she remembered her place. “Yesh,” she slurred, growing more needy by the second. This time, courtesy of him specifying who the command was meant for, it only affected her. “Yesss, I will masturbate... I will finger myself to orgasm after orgasm.”

“And why is that?” he asked.

“B-because I like that?” Gnome answered innocently.

John clicked his tongue, snapped his fingers. “Are you my sex slave?” The submission inducing suggestion found fertile soil all across the room. “Sex slaves pour out their honest depravity when I ask them a question, so, again.” He snapped. “Are you my sex slave? Why do you enjoy masturbating so much? Why,” another snap, “will you pleasure yourself?”

“Because I’m a perverted, embarrassed little slut that loves watching her Master fuck other girls!” Gnome shouted, horniness overriding shame. “Because I love seeing the women and the man I adore be in so much pleasure. I love it, I love it so much!”

John grinned and nodded, satisfied. He let go of her arms and her hands dashed between her legs. Panting desperately, she followed her Master’s every movement as he turned his head. Rave, Salamander, Undine and Sylph were standing in a row by the foot end, the last of which was currently busy getting her cunt fingered by Siena. All of them were dripping wet and exceedingly eager to be the first to be picked. The Gamer had already decided on an order.

“Salamander – Serve,” he instructed, inviting her onto the bed with a simple gesture of his head. The red-skinned apocalypse elemental had only just moved onto it, when John grabbed her by the arm. Forcefully, he yanked her onto the harem-sized mattress, pushed her down and shoved his cock towards her lips. Without any form of resistance, not even surprise, she opened her mouth. The hypnotic suggestions had not only made her more willing but also increased her submissiveness, and so instincts kicked in and she allowed her summoner to push into her mouth.

John started with shallow thrusts, letting her oily saliva lubricate the tip of his cock. Her buzzcut was soft under his fingers. She was hot as always, both physically and in the beauty sense. John loved the harder, almost militaristic look it gave her when she wore her hair extremely short like this. Her unequal eyes stared up at him, waiting for further instructions, while he pumped in and out of her mouth.

“Get on your back,” John commanded. His cock was free for a couple of seconds during which he gave Gnome a glance. A wet spot was already growing where her little round ass touched the sheets. The more she watched, the more fervently her fingers worked. Turning his gaze back down, he looked at the fire spirit, whose face was directly underneath his cock. He snapped his fingers. “Salamander, do you love my cock?”

“It’s so fucking big,” she gasped in return and opened her mouth wide. “I wanna shuck it,” she slurred with a stretched-out tongue.

Snap. “Salamander, are you my cum rag?”

“As you wish.” The midnight elemental obliged, backing off the last girl toy she had available. John laid down and just watched while the blueish grey skinned woman straddled his groin. She knew how to place him, facing him with her big bouncy bubble butt. Her long, succubus-esque tail curved and shivered along the rest of her when she grabbed his slick cock and dropped down on it. “Ahnnnn,” she groaned, “such a good cock.”

Those were all the words she had for him before she started to ride him. Siena retained much control, compared to the other girls. Rather than a wild up and down, enchanted by the hypnotic suggestions John had already used, Siena swung her ass with sensual slowness. Oscillating, circling, rolling her hips, always keeping him at least halfway inside her, the shadow spirit’s black hair softly swayed while she enacted half a belly dance on his cock.

Her pussy clung to him when she barely moved up and down and released him when she let him slide out a bit. Leveraging her control over her sexual areas, the midnight elemental brought him intense pleasure, but skilfully kept him from approaching climax too quickly. She had waited and she would have her fun before the hypnotic suggestion turned her into a quivering mess.

John was pleased to let her have her fun and restrained himself from thrusting up. However, he couldn’t resist messing with her at all. Catching her jet-black tail, he pulled the tip towards his mouth. There was a thick centre, where the end of the main tail broadened out into the elongated spade-shape. Licking around there, teasing it like he would have her clit or pussy lips, he coaxed surprised and pleasured yelps from the gracefully riding Siena.

A grace that was, progressively, lost. The Gamer transitioned from just licking and kissing to nibbling and finally biting the tail. It was a sturdy piece of her body, despite its sensitivity. It took a very sexual situation for her to feel pleasure from there, but when she did, it worked wonders on demolishing her feeling of control. Soon, she was reduced to the same mindless, satisfaction-seeking state as the others. Soon, her rapid movement caused him to cum inside her.

Siena’s head flew back, her tits jiggling fantastically, and her ass dropped down one more time. The lower end of her abundant hourglass figure spilled on John’s groin with all of its bouncy size. John watched her twitching form, held upright by the repeated tensing of her muscles, through the white lightning his own intense orgasm created.

Eventually, she collapsed. John caught her on his chest, then gently placed her aside as well. He moved to the edge of the bed and just sat there, looking at Undine.

There were no words necessary to present his command. Undine stepped over on weak legs, her pussy dripping wet in the truest sense of the word, and fell to her knees. Her mouth opened, greedily taking him inside. Grabbing her antlers, he proceeded to ravage her face. Unlike Salamander earlier, whose job had been purely to lie there, the abysstide elemental was all too happy to impale her face with her own supportive movements.

Undine’s muffled voice made for wonderful moans, even muffled with a cock balls deep in her throat. Her slime body eagerly took the entirety of his length into the tunnel she had created only to fit him. Her chosen area of sensitivity, she also came repeatedly while he watched his cock slide deep into her semi-translucent, greyish blue body.

She didn’t split, enjoying him with a single mouth for once. That this was a deliberate decision was doubtful, a steady flow of fluids dripping from her chin from the start. Figuratively starved for cock, she wanted to do nothing else but keep sucking him until he spilled his seed inside her. It was easily read in the depraved way her golden eyes met his.

Her need for his cock escalated further with each passing moment. Eventually, John let go of her horns. The water spirit was sliding up and down faster than he could ‘force’ her. Then she stopped moving altogether and wrapped her arms around his waist. Hugging his lower half tightly, her soft lips pressed against the base of his dick and balls, she refused to let even a centimetre of him leave her again. Instead, she manipulated her insides to pleasure him. It was almost on the level of Siena’s hellish pleasure.

To no wonder, it also achieved the same result of making him cum in a couple of seconds. Every single one of his weak spots was assaulted and massaged by a throat that fit his cock like a glove.

His cum spurted inside her. Undine’s eyes first went wide, as she screamed in ecstasy, then rolled upwards, the scream quickly turning silent. The previous expert manipulation of her insides turned into a primitive masturbation. Tight rings of pressure formed behind her lips and rolled up to the tip, each time coercing a massive gush of seed into Undine’s eagerly waiting body. Over and over again, she came, tasting his cum and soiling the floor in front of the bed with the love juices gushing from her cunt.

When he was done, John had to grab her antlers again and slowly push her off. Her mind was temporarily shut down from all the pleasure and her body didn’t want to let go of his erect dick. With a wet, squelching sound, he finally left her cocksleeve of a mouth. When he let go of Undine, she slumped onto the edge of the bed, a goofy, well-fucked smile on her usually serene face.

Finally, John turned to Gnome.

The season elemental came merely from the two of them establishing eye contact. It didn’t last long, her brown pupils immediately focusing on his ever-erect cock. Her body glistened with sweat, the insides of her thighs and her hands were entirely soaked with pussy juice.

John snapped his fingers as he approached. “Do you want to get fucked?”

“Yeahrheesssshhh,” a garbled, half-screaming answer came from Gnome. With what little willpower she could muster, she managed to stop masturbating and spread her swollen, smooth cunt, revealing the pretty pink folds inside.

John aligned his cock with her pussy, making her squeal just through the contact of their sexes. One after the other, he grabbed her legs, rested her feet on his shoulders, and then bowed forwards. He pushed her into a delightful bundle underneath him, while penetrating her.

Eyes rolled up, tongue lolled out and screaming her lungs out, Gnome’s mind was shut down the moment he properly sunk into her ready cunt. Her hair was a dishevelled mess, the braids mostly undone and many strands sticking to her glistening face. A truly erotic sight. “Jesus, what level of pervert are you to rub yourself into such a state, hm?” the Gamer asked in a ridiculing voice. “Do you even understand what I am saying?” he got no answer and he shook his head, a giant grin on his face. “Lovable voyeur.” He leaned in and claimed her lips.

Muffled, ecstatic cries echoed through the room, when he hammered her pussy at a rapid pace. The repeated slapping sound of smooth skin against smooth skin underlined the depraved noises. Her thighs took every impact, her breasts curved against his chest, her hands clawed at the cushion under her head.

There was no need and no patience for anything aside from continuous, intense penetration. John kept going and going. Gnome’s pussy had its own elemental properties, being less wet but naturally smoother to compensate. Now he could feel faint influences of all other elements around him as well. It reshaped even as he fucked her, making each bit of her the most pleasurable it could be at that particular moment. Each time he penetrated her, the squirming and pulsing of her tight cunt got more intense. The harder he took her, the quicker and more hellishly pleasurable the adjustment.

And still John kept going with all of his might – until he could no longer.

A load even more massive than the last five painted her insides white. She squirted all over their joined sexes and the bed, fully soiling sheets already drenched with her fluids. Absent-mindedly, the good girl tore open the cushion her head was resting on. Absolutely depraved grunts escaped her throat. Her mind was being scrambled with each renewed spurt of cum that flooded her.

John felt his energy seep away while he came inside her. Not in any supernatural sense, just that the excitement that kept the scene going was finally drying up now that he had crossed the finish line. Relaxing more and more, he let her dry him of every last drop, before rolling off her.

He looked at a bed filled with heavily panting and partly recovered women. Salamander grinned at him, clearly ready for more. He gave her a signal that he needed two minutes.



After those, he received a boobjob.