Vem and John (Patreon)

Commissioned by J-Myopic -  

As Vem used a fast travel magic, a strange energy had descended upon her and she was whisk elsewhere. Traversing the multiverse, Vem arrived in a land most unfamiliar and incredibly bewildering. While she could not read the language around her, she could easily understand that she was summoned by a ritual. She was summoned to fight for the mages who conjured her forth, as a means of killing an assassin who is killing them mercilessly. While Vem was open to their pleas, she continued to question until their patience wore thin, then the mages attempted to restrain and control her.  All of a sudden, loud pops rang out and one by one, each mage was being sniped by a gunslinger of incredible precision. Then a large burst explosion erupted against a wall killing more mages, allowing Vem to worm her way to freedom and kill some of the mages herself. Turning behind her was the assassin the mages spoke of, the man known as John Wick. The two joined forces and killed the mages, and after an intensely brutal slaughter, John offered hospitality to the young traveler.

Arriving at his safe house, she was in awe at the space of it, the flooring, the architecture, and the view of the city. John elaborated that the city is named New York, one of the most prominent cities on his world. While Vem was in awe of the cityscape, John offered a shower for her to clean up- which she took immediately. Never before had a wash felt so exquisite as it did in John Wick's shower: the room, the clean water, and the soft robes. As Vem was asking more of his world, they shared some wine, the taste of which was beyond her descriptive prowess. The two talked until sunrise, and feeling spent of stamina they retired to the only bed in the house. Although John offered to take the couch in the den, Vem tugged at his arm with insistence that he join her.  The moment of insistence evolved into physical intimacy, Vem dropping her robe and pulling him to the mattress with her. The sheets and bed itself were soft like angel feathers, her skin silky smoothy soft, and her figure well cleaned of the sweat and chemicals and filth from the battle of her entry to this world. John was a man of skill and prowess, truly demonstrated in his engrossing of Vem's vivacious musculature. His faculties partly impaired from the excellent drink they shared, but still reaching his goal of her inner self. Vem felt her folds stretching and expanding from the sheer girth of his manhood, and her sensitive inner weak point was struck leading her to climax with fervor. John however had yet to reach his peak, and continued his motion unimpeded and unrelenting as Vem herself would repeat her expense of joy after another 20 odd minutes. After a good hour, John came inside of Vem with a sensation she felt was astronomical yet familiar.

The moment of insistence evolved into physical intimacy, Vem dropping her robe and pulling him to the mattress with her. The sheets and bed itself were soft like angel feathers, her skin silky smoothy soft, and her figure well cleaned of the sweat and chemicals and filth from the battle of her entry to this world. John was a man of skill and prowess, truly demonstrated in his engrossing of Vem's vivacious musculature. His faculties partly impaired from the excellent drink they shared, but still reaching his goal of her inner self. Vem felt her folds stretching and expanding from the sheer girth of his manhood, and her sensitive inner weak point was struck leading her to climax with fervor. John however had yet to reach his peak, and continued his motion unimpeded and unrelenting as Vem herself would repeat her expense of joy after another 20 odd minutes. After a good hour, John came inside of Vem with a sensation she felt was astronomical yet familiar.  As day began, the warm sunlight enveloped them, bathing their bodies with the shining heat of day as they were engrossed in the heat of close passion. Vem had exuded herself along John's member as he did into her womb many times. The two had incredible stamina and still were going. They could feel incredible ecstasy after each orgasm with the other, and neither wanted to stop. At some point, Vem would have to return to her reality, but for now, she wanted to savor this reality's dreamlike nirvana of passion. As John indulged in a passion he had not felt since his wife was with him, he felt that rhythm once more in Vem, expelling ribbon after ribbon of his fertile legacy into her core. It was their combined efforts of his seed with her waiting womb, where they created a beautiful conception of their passion.