The Gamer Chapter 974 – Vacation Week Interlewd – Voyeuristic Stone (Patreon)

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?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be, Master,” the apocalypse elemental gasped.

“Then,” another snap, “I will use you for our release.”

She shivered in anticipation. The last two commands John had given her were to make her crave the feeling of cum on her skin and to make her climax intensely when he next came using her body. With those things established, he put both hands around her throat and manhandled her into the perfect angle to push into her eagerly presented, ruby red mouth.

The feeling of penetrating her throat was as fantastic as always - hellishly hot and monstrously tight. Under his grasp, he could feel the bulge he forcefully created. In at first, out a moment later, as John lost no time to fuck her face.

He didn’t have to be concerned for her safety in any way, a fire spirit didn’t need to breathe, and so he could just mercilessly keep on going. Obediently, her mouth was kept wide open. The repeated ‘gluck, gluck, gluck,’ of deep throat penetration echoed perversely through the room, underlined by the moans of the two elementals on the bed.

Salamander’s spine curved off the bed. She writhed, still not touching herself after the earlier command, clawing into the sheets, kicking and angling her legs at random, tail curving in spasmodic intervals. Swinging and bouncing, her massive tits were John’s focus. A glistening sheen soon covered them, Salamander’s oily sweat making all of her so delicious to look at in the erotically faint light of the bedroom.

With unchecked greed, the Gamer took his hands off her neck and gripped those overabundant globes of soft flesh instead. Extremely sensitive as they were, him taking hold of them made Salamander scream all over his cock. He massaged, groped and squished them as he liked. His hands sank deep into them. Then he grabbed both of them by the nipples and pulled, watching just how far such massive knockers could be stretched. He let go, they jiggled back into place, only for him to go right back to claiming what was his.

Salamander climaxed over and over again and John eventually found himself nearing his own edge from the continuous ecstasy. At the very edge, he pulled out of her throat and hastily mounted her chest. Reacting immediately, Salamander raised her head, her expression one of lustful glee, and squished her oiled-up tits together. She rubbed his dick with quick movements of her enormous chest, while he thrust back and forth with a slow rhythm.

Soon, he grunted and felt his cum surging out. The first strands splattered across her face, further covered her neck and cleavage, giving her a white necklace that covered the red skin and black lines. The very first rope of seed also triggered her hypnotic suggestion. All of those given were released in one explosive climax, making the apocalypse elemental scream and writhe and ultimately collapse, occasionally spasming with aftershocks.

John lovingly picked her up and moved her to the side, before calling on the next of his women. “Jane, on all fours.”

“Yes, Master,” his girlfriend purred in the sweetest, most submissive tone she could muster. She positioned herself so Gnome could see her profile, while John moved behind her. Knowing exactly how to show off, Rave lowered her upper body, thrust out her perfect rump and smiled over her shoulder with a wink and a flicking cat ear. Her short tail curved, then straightened forcefully when he spanked her jiggling ass. “Nyaaaeessss!” she screamed.

“Naughty kitten,” John growled approvingly, slapping the other cheek for good measure. Her skin maintained the hint of a tan, but most of the brown she had acquired over the summer had fallen off by now. On that considerably paler flesh, the red outline of his hand became visible delightfully quickly. The cat tail was a welcome, little accent to her backside, but it remained her juicy and round butt that John was so entranced by. It was so wonderfully balanced between size, roundness, squishiness and firmness, that the Gamer felt like praying just for getting to put his hands onto it.

Grabbing her by the hips, John penetrated her in one slow advance. Her pussy gripped him tight. Sexual fluids dripped from her deliciously pink lower lips. Rave’s submissive gaze was replaced with fluttering eyelids, guttural gasps underlining how bad she needed her boyfriend’s cock. Her ass squished against his groin.

A couple minutes later, it was jiggling under repeated, heavy thrusts. John had upped the tempo gradually and stopped at a medium pace. Ample of time between each sudden and hard penetration of her quivering quim to slap her round ass time and time again. She screamed with tormented delight each time he hit her now red ass with his palms or his thrusts.

On the final stretch, he changed position slightly. He squatted over her eagerly offered ass, pinned her head down and rammed deep down into her cunt with each thrust. The bed shook from the depraved impacts. One final time, he sheathed himself inside her pussy and pumped his second load deep into her.

The hypnotic suggestion he had used for Salamander, he had deliberately let affect everyone else. The fucking, the cum-fueled climax and the hypnotic suggestion, all intertwined to make Rave’s eyes roll up and her voice collapse into an ecstatic rattling. He painted the insides of her womb white with the absurd quantity of his thick cum.

He was letting her spasming pussy wring the last few drops from him, then pulled out and moved Rave to the side as well. Behind him, Gnome let out a sharp cry at the scene. John ignored her for the time being, it would make it all the more glorious if he saw what kind of mess she was once he was done with the other three.

“Sylph, on your back.”

“Yes, finally, Sylph time!” the arcvolt elemental blabbered and jumped onto the bed. “Time for Sylph to get the dicking she needs! Needs I saaa-aaaaaaahhhhH!”

Her palavering was swiftly interrupted as John lost no time to push her down into the missionary position and penetrate her. For a while, that kept her quiet, limited to shouting lustfully while John was engulfed by her stormy insides. The intensity of his first and the following penetrations were reflected in the way her supernatural cunt writhed around him. Twisting gales of massaging folds, exuding pleasurable electricity, made him feel pleasure in a unique way. John loved how different it felt to fuck any of his girls.

The Gamer put both of his hands on the bed as support and just fucked Sylph. With how tiny her frame was, the mere act of being on top of her felt like one of domination. Her hourglass figure was still enticing, her decently sized breasts shaking with every thrust, her cute ass cushioning the impact, and her soft thighs enveloping his hips, feet locked behind him.

“Oohh—ohh—o-o-o-oooohhh,” Sylph let out a series of ecstatic sounds, her face a fully depraved expression. Her extreme Libido and Siena’s teasing must have done wonders. She squirted all over his massive member, while John’s heavy-handed pounding kept her pussy insanely delightful. John wasn’t going to last and he didn’t plan to either.

Wanting to hear more of her cries, to dominate her body more, the Gamer let his upper body drop. Sylph immediately clung to him. Her fingers clawed at his back, her tits pushed against his upper abs and her chin poked into his shoulder. He closed his eyes, unable to see her buried under his larger frame anyway, just felt and heard her. Sylph was staring at someone else, as became clear when she found her words again.

“Gno-hhmmm, Gnomeeee, he ish fucking me shhoooo ‘arrrddddd,” she slurred. ”Cumming, cumming, cumming! I can’t shay it quuiiiiick enough to keeeeeep uuuup! Master… Master ish making me feeeeel shooo gooood! I wanna break! I’m addicted to his big, biiig coooooock! More, more, I wanna be ussheeeed! John is fucking me! Feeelsssh shoo good! Looking at you finger your beautiful cunt and waiting for John to fill me up is shoooooo gooood!”

The Gamer could hold on no longer and climaxed. Squirming, spasming, screaming Sylph ascended into the heights of mind breaking ecstasy while he filled her up with his cum. The storm inside her was a wonderful companion, massaging his dick the strongest at the beginning of his orgasm but gradually weakening as the spurts of cum did.

Moving Sylph on top of Salamander, John got to see the two of them go at each other with raw instinct. They kissed and groaned, fingering each other, while John turned to the remaining two women waiting for his attention.

“Siena, on top of me,” he commanded.

“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.