The Gamer Chapter 841 – Giant Hot Tits (Patreon)

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.

Putting both of his hands on her hips, he intensified the force and speed of his thrusts. “More,” Salamander shouted. Now fully able to concentrate on the jiggle, John was absolutely hypnotized by the way those massive mounds of lust and dreams moved. “More!” Every thrust sent the nipples flying away from him. Every time he pulled back, they came jiggling in his direction. Differently angled thrusts gave him more and more to look at. “MORE!” Salamander screamed, the lustful panting expression slowly shifting into one of raw ecstasy. “MOARRRRRR!!!”

Her tongue stretched out, her eyes rolled up and John lost sight of both things when he was suddenly pulled against her. Arms around his chest, tail around his midriff and legs locking behind his hips, he was confined by Salamander’s mindless embrace. Slightly repositioning, John felt her round ass between his thighs. Her tits pressed against him. Two hard spots among an abundance of searing hot softness. He thrust into her at a raised angle, pressing her down into the floor as if it was some sort of primitive mating ritual. Every plunge made his ears ring from her loving cries.

“DON’T SHTOOOP! I WANT TO BE FILLEEEEED!” she shouted obscenely. “POUND MY FUCKING CUNT, YOU GIANT COCKED BASTARD! I LOVE YOU! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! YOUR DICK STRETCHES ME OUT, REACHES SO DEEP! I WANT MORE! PLE-ASSSSHEEEE!”

John felt his orgasm approach quickly. He had fuelled her fire for so long now, somehow holding on through all the kisses despite how horny he was. Now there was no more holding back. The heat inside her surrounded his cock, caressed it and heightened his sensations. Every thrust sent a growing tingle up from the tip of his cock up his spine. Every attempt to retreat was protested by the tongues of flame that clung to and massaged him like a thousand folds inside her tight, well-fucked and wet pussy.

Cock tensing, John’s last penetration was accelerated by Salamander’s limbs pulling him in and locking him in position. There was nowhere to go but deeper, and when her drenched labia touched his groin, there was nothing to do but cum. A massive load poured into her. Each spurt was a wave of relief for John and a shudder of ecstasy for Salamander. Her nails, thankfully short without the scales involved, clawed at his back while her cunt twitched around him. The intensity of her insides rose and fell with the interchanging tensing and relaxing of her body. John kissed her neck while grinding against her. With how tightly she held him, only little movements were possible. They were enough to give his orgasm that extra bit of pleasure and allowed him to feel yet more of her gigantic tits pressing against him.

“Give me more,” Salamander gasped, when his cock had dribbled the last bit of seed into her. “Your cum is so fucking hot inside me. I need more! Fill up my pussy, conquer every bit of it with your seed!”

“Getting in on the pregnancy demands?” John wanted to know and got a warning bite on his earlobe in response.

“Just fucking ravage me, stud.”

If that was how she wanted to play, John was happy to go along. “Let me take the lead and I will make you scream,” he growled into her ear, using his dominant voice. The tight embrace around him loosened and he immediately took advantage of it. Grabbing her shoulder, he turned her around. The inferno of lust inside her rotated around his cock as she went from lying under him to being on all fours.

Slapping her red, hot ass, he pounded her from behind. Slaps and spanks echoed out, each accompanied by a sharp moan, as he fucked her and slammed on her juicy butt with his open palms. Indulging in his love for the round behind, his merciless pace had her entire body shake in front of him. There was no use in holding back, he had already fucked her so much that her insides were assaulting his cock multiple times each second. The heat, the tightness and the steady quivers were all beyond what was possible with flesh and blood. A pleasure unique to her and her kind.

Of course, him going at her with such ferocity only made it worse. The Gamer continued with the uncaring ecstasy that only someone that could cum until he ran out of health points could have.

His cock and body soon became tense again. Both of them screamed, Salamander squirted onto the grass. Flickers of multi-coloured fire departed from her hair. John resumed moving the second the intense brunt of his orgasm was over. Even though a couple weaker spurts shot out from the tip of his dick, he moved. The strength of his lower body was unbroken. His upper body collapsed forwards, only partly by design. Her tail bent off to the side, so thin that it barely got in the way of their bodies grinding against each other.

Salamander was secreting some kind of sweat replacement. Like all of her bodily fluids, it was oily. John felt the slipperiness on her back. It soon rubbed off on him. Even with the ongoing ravaging of her cunt, the apocalypse elemental remained on all fours. Guided by simple instincts, John reached around her and finally touched her tits directly.

To call them soft would have been an insult. They were squishy, hot, pulsing with the beat of refreshing magic that kept Salamander’s corporeal form working. Although he was unable to see them, or maybe because of it, he only now realized how large they really were. His hands were too small to even properly cup them. Abundant, juicy meat spilled between his fingers and around his palms. Pushed in as deep as he could. It felt as if his hand would melt into the supernatural heat, into the smooth and slippery skin of her tits. He kneaded and pulled on her nipples. Salamander gushed and screamed.

He came, for the third time, this time he didn’t stop moving at all. His gaze focused on her ecstatic expression, her lolled out tongue and barely focused eyes. His hands massaging those massive breasts of hers and his hips slapping against her juicy rump, he had no means of stopping himself. He had no means of stopping to cum at large. He had fucked her into such a feverish frenzy that she was now constantly drawing the seed from his balls. As a man, it was difficult to experience multiple orgasms, but fucking Salamander was an almost guaranteed way there.

Giving total control to his instincts, John took his right arm away from fondling her chest and instead wrapped it around her neck. Establishing a very sluggish chokehold, he pulled her up. Both on their knees, both straightened up, they breathed heavily. As if to compensate for the loss of tempo this new position demanded, Salamander reached down to rub her own pussy. In reality, it was much more likely she, like John, had just shut down her brain and was going for whatever pleasure she could.

The Gamer tightened his chokehold, became more aggressive with his groping. Twisting and pulling her nipple, he harvested the screams she managed to get past the pressure on her throat. He bit her pointy ear and held her in this position, continuing to thrust. The earlier impression of the savage breeding ritual continued. All signs that they were civilized people were certainly gone.

John kept cumming and cumming until something snapped and he bent back forwards. Now pinning Salamander on her stomach, he kept her directly on the ground while straddling her ass. With one last burst of speed, he fucked her. Each thrust was another heavy spurt of semen. Each thrust spurred Salamander’s own orgasms. The magical properties of his seed, her sensibility to his mana as his elemental, they were both smaller than the sheer intensity of the lovemaking. All three combined to make her mind something John couldn’t reach even if he tried to. She was completely gone.

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).