We Bought A Harem 2 (Patreon)

Kon rocked his hips, as if helping Aisha to bob her head on the few inches of cock that passed between her breasts. She sucked firmly on everything he fed her, soon taking his hands and guiding them down to her breasts, leaving it to his fondles to keep them pressed around his manhood.

Her own fingers slid around his waist, thumbs scouring the little indentations left by his boxer’s elastic waistband, before she was gripping his muscular ass. She pulled him in and Kon had to let go of her tits—they sloshed aside as he sheathed everything in her throat, entering her gullet until his balls touched her chin.

Kon felt fire rolling through him, like being encased in her breasts had soaked his member in gasoline and now it’d been lit up. He grasped her thick black mane, then thought better of it and grabbed hold of her veil, using that to hold her tight to his hips while he thrust into her open mouth.

Kon knew he was about to climax, but he couldn’t help himself. There was one thing to do with that luscious mouth and all it was doing around his prick—that was to come in it. But Aisha surprised him. She undid her veil, letting it flutter away with Kon’s hand as she pulled back, taking her lips off his dick like wrapping paper from a present.

She looked up at him, quickly replacing her mouth with her hands. Kon moaned as they rubbed him from cockhead to base, twisting and circling and stroking up and down.

“I know you can’t take anymore,” she said. “So give it all to me.”

She waited, mouth open, tongue out, and that really was all Kon could stand. He exploded, bathing Aisha’s mouth and face in blast after blast of cum until she was more covered than her veil had ever managed to do. His load quickly overflowed from her face and spilled down in big white rivers over her full breasts.

Aisha shuddered, her hands stilled on his cock as her focus turned inward, her body seemingly entirely satisfied with the flood she’d been momentarily submerged in. “Never have I pleasured my master so much! The other girls will think I’m greedy—I am slathered in your approval of me!”

Then she noticed Kon’s prick wasn’t getting soft. Quite the opposite. She took a hand off it. Ran the other one up and down its length. It only got harder, throbbed more. Aisha looked up at Kon with disbelief.

“I’ll… I’ll fetch another girl,” she whimpered, fat drops of cum falling from her chin with each word.

“When I’m finished with you, you’ll know it,” Kon declared, plucking the front of her loincloth and lifting it up to offer it to her mouth.

Confusion replacing desire in her eyes, Aisha willingly accepted it, biting down on the loincloth to hold it up out of the way of her bare pussy. “I could just take it off,” she muttered around the erstwhile gag.

“Not on your life,” Kon said hoarsely, grabbing the two silks on Aisha’s arms. Standing, he pulled on them to bring Aisha to her feet. And there she stood, her face and breasts already marked territory, while the strip of black hair between her firm thighs remained to be claimed.

Yes, this fashion trend most definitely had to catch on.

***

Bart seemed to blink in and out of existence. “Alright, I’ve gotten fifty guest rooms set up. Should I have asked whether anyone was vegan before I stocked the fridge?”

“We have fifty guest rooms?” Tim asked.

“It is a mountain,” Red Tornado reminded him.

“We also have like twenty showers,” Bart said. “You think I should put up signs? I should put up a sign.”

He disappeared, reappeared, now with a big sign reading YOU ARE HERE.

Tim furrowed his brow. “What’s that do?”

Bart shrugged. “Tells people where they are.”

“I think most people know where they are.”

“Not if they need a map, they don’t.”

“The map is for telling them how to get to somewhere else.”

“Oh!” Bart cried. “I get it! Hold on!”

Almost as soon as he’d left, he’d reappeared. Now there was a mall directory, printed on frosted glass, situated like a fourth participant in the conversation.

Shocked, Tim jumped back from it. “What’s that?”

“Map,” Bart said at the same time as Red Tornado.

“It has to be a map to here,” Tim stressed. “What good does it do anyone to know where things are in a mall miles away?”

“Gotcha!” Bart said, and sped off for a long moment.

Tim glanced at Red Tornado. “You think I’d be cooling off, but now I’m even more angry that Superboy doesn’t have to deal with this.”

Bart returned, now tying a red thread around the directory. “There!” he cheered. “Now everyone knows how to get to the mall!”

***

Kon moved up to Aisha, both of them standing. He let his outthrust cock brush against the lips of her sex. Aisha moaned and a little of the loincloth escaped her teeth, but she quickly bit back down on it.

Smiling, Kon ran his hands up from her hips to her breasts—taking them in hand to massage his own seed into the big soft hills. Aisha sighed in passionate anguish, the effort of keeping her mouth shut on the loincloth driving her to new peaks of arousal. She arched her back, inviting his touch and his use, now and for all time.

“Hard to imagine you sharing me with the rest of the girls,” Kon observed, it not occurring to him that this might be a thought best not voiced.

“I will gladly watch my sisters be deflowered by you,” Aisha gushed. “Knowing what ecstasy they are receiving from our glorious master!”

“Deflowered? You’re a virgin?” Absent-mindedly, Kon used her lowered top—still hanging from the ring under her breasts—as a napkin, cleaning his hands and then wiping off Aisha’s bosom and face.

“No. Not all of us,” Aisha said as he made her at least a little less of a cum-soaked mess. “But there is knowing what it is to be entered and then knowing what it is to be yours.”

Kon nodded. “I’ve tried telling women that.”

“You must show them,” Aisha said, stepping closer, pressing the wet warmth of her labia onto his cockhead.

Then her words were lost in a soft coo. She impaled herself on him, stretching to receive more and more of his cock.

Kon gripped her hips and helped her along, pulling her against his crotch until all of his length was hilted inside her. Aisha’s face was awed and overwhelmed—reddened and straining—her eyes wide as plates. It was obvious she’d never had a man this deep before.

And as much as it might have pleased her to please Kon, it was nothing like how much it pleased Aisha to have Kon pleasing her.

“Master! You must fuck us all like this!” she moaned, pressing a hand to her stomach and actually touching the virile presence she felt at her burning core.

“First! Things! First!” Kon grunted with each hard stroke he gave her, the muscles on his thick arms bulging as he held her tight, making sure Aisha didn’t go anywhere no matter how hard he thrust into her.

Her luscious tits bounded with each hammering blow she took inside her. Aisha leapt up, wrapping her legs around Kon’s waist, her heels digging into his back. Kon held her even tighter, arms wrapped about her shoulders and hips as he pounded into her.

She released a guttural cry when she orgasmed, the pleasure of it shaking her body more than Kon’s thrusts ever could. Her straining thighs relaxed and her feet slid down Kon’s ass, but he wasn’t stopping. Setting her down on the bed—for the first time—Kon rolled her onto her stomach and grasped the two streams of silk flowing from her arms.

Wrapping one around her neck as well as her forearm, Kon held a firm grip on both as he plowed into Aisha from behind… pulling back on the silk to force her head back and make her arch her back, allowing him to drive even deeper into her.

Aisha could only whimper as he attacked her like a jackhammer reducing concrete to rubble, her eyes rolling up in her head with another climax washing over her. Her silks provided yet another novel use as she gripped them in her hands and clenched her fists until her knuckles were white.

All her training as a courtesan left her—a lifetime of conditioning fizzled away. And even without all that priming her to belong to Kon, she was still his. She simply could not orgasm the way she was and not be the property of the man who did it.

Kon felt he was at his limit again, but this time Aisha was in no state to pull back and make herself his cum dumpster. So he did it himself. Drawing his pounding erection from her overused snatch and letting go of the silks so Aisha fell to his bed, so bereft of any possibility of getting up from it that she might as well have been another comforter.

Kon stood over her, laying his manhood between her fat buttocks, molding the creamy flesh with his hands to grip his cock, pressure it past the finish line—his hips bucked involuntarily, slapping his body against Aisha’s one last time, and he erupted. His cum flying out of the seething hard-on between Aisha’s cheeks to lay all across her back like lazing snakes, and burrow into her hair so, front and back, she looked like the cum-covered cock holster she was indolently happy to be.

Kon would’ve loved to collapse beside her and enjoy cuddling with his new slave, even if she was more or less one big puddle of semen. But then he remembered all the other girls awaiting his attention. All the women who thought that it was some archaic code that made them his and not the fact that he could do this to them.

Hosting Aisha up by what remained of her silks, he slung her over his shoulder and carried her back out to the main cave. He’d let her sisters cuddle with her. All but the one he picked next.