The Gamer Chapter 1279 – Naughty Veneration (Patreon)

John was not in the mood for extensive foreplay and just hit the button to make his clothes disappear. Both Lydia and Nightingale reacted to his revealed erection with awe. Kneeling on the floor of the limousine, shoulder to shoulder, redhead and raven-haired harpy, both stopped and just stared, wide-eyed. One of his favourite things he had learned about women over the years was that many of them, especially those John was interested in, reacted to his dick the same way he reacted to their naked boobs and butts. It really didn’t matter if this was the first or the ten-thousandth time, it was still glorious.

Gulping, they shifted where they knelt. The two were not a pair that was either complimentary or an inversion, as quite a few doubles in John’s harem were. Purplish black and copper red hair, two colours that were just gorgeous. Moonlight white and mildly tanned, northern European skin, both attractive in the twilight of the limousine. Lydia was taller, considerably but not extremely, and curvier, albeit both were overall nicely balanced.

Even if John, with his love for aesthetics, got a kick out of particular combinations, what was the most important for any double blowjobs he was provided with plenty. There were the adoring gazes of greyish blue and purple, the deeply attractive faces, close together and ready to please, and those lips. Nightingale’s black, sultry lips got remarkably close to the red ones of the queen in terms of perfection.

They both still had their elegance, but it was submitted to their lust, compromising sternness and ladylike control. John glanced up, to Metra watching them all, in the nude. She wasn’t masturbating yet, but she was presenting herself to her king candidate, spreading her cunt unashamedly.

“Well,” John said, while returning his gaze to the two gorgeous ladies on the floor, “I was promised a reward and I have been waiting all evening.” His cock twitched, harder than steel, and a drop of precum oozed from the tip. Both women instinctively stuck their tongues out to catch it. Lydia’s tongue was long for a human, reaching the tip of her chin, while Nightingale’s extended a finger’s width past that and stopped when it could have gone so much further. “Serve.”

Like before, Nightingale willingly took the place as the supporting faction in this service. With just one communicating gaze, that was established. The harpy lowered herself further, diving below to be out of the way and caress his heavy sack while Lydia indulged both herself and John by licking his shaft. She looked so incredibly different from ten minutes ago, nude and with her slightly wavy red hair open. That gorgeous face and her red lips were the same, however, and she wrapped them around the tip once she arrived there.

“Oh, fuck yes,” John whispered under his breath, while she effortlessly swallowed the entirety of his large cock in one smooth movement. He wasn’t the only one who had been waiting for this all evening. Lydia pressed her face down so intensely on his dick that her nose poked into his groin. Her throat twitched, while she gyrated softly, moaning in the process.

That she had such a sensitive throat was even more ludicrous than it was for Nightingale. The tale of a species evolving to entice human men and women with oral favours was odd but at least somewhat believable. Lydia’s sensitive throat was a freakish accident of her nervous system, further reinforced psychologically by constant encouragement and competition and physically heightened by superhuman Libido.

John would never have dared complain about something so incredibly erotic.

On a pleasure level, Lydia’s throat could not quite compete with Nightingale’s. There was no denying that cunts were most effective when it came to draining a man and the harpy had a quite literal mouth-pussy. That being said, this was the difference between eating chocolate ice cream of the highest and second highest quality increment. Yes, there was still some notable difference, but who cared? What was happening in her mouth definitely hit the spot.

Lydia slowly slid back up, but only made it a fifth of the way before she went back down. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, her nostrils flared but were incapable of drawing in air. Constantly, her tongue massaged his shaft from varying angles. After a few more seconds, Lydia tried again, and this time she managed to convince her instincts to let her suck him off properly.

It was beyond interesting in how many styles of action one’s character was reflected. The bobbing of Lydia’s head was controlled, the seal of her lips tight, as their red softness went up and down. She had talent and she had honed that talent; she urged to go wild but reigned herself in to keep control. Her moans were throaty and scarce. A balanced style to suck him off, tilted towards cleanliness and method.

All of it happened with the support of Nightingale. The goddess stared up from her lowered position. Her tongue was coiled around John’s sperm-producing facility, kneading it with alternative pressure from the dextrous muscle.

“Hmmm,” John half-hummed, half-moaned, when Lydia started to glide up. His dick was about to pop out, when he put a hand on her head. “Get me off once,” he ordered her.

Lydia immediately glided back down. Her lips easily slipped over the well-lubricated shaft, the mixture of her saliva and his precum spread all over it. Having his dick all too herself for a little while, her approach became as rapid as it could while retaining a modicum of elegance. No matter what she did, repeatedly getting 20 centimetres of cock down her throat inevitably created a bit of a mess. Gooey strands were eventually drawn between her lips and the base of John’s cock. It only made the constant blowjob more debauched – in all the good ways.

Twitching all over, Lydia accelerated for a few seconds, then suddenly her movements turned jittery and slow. Her eyes were glassy. Previously controlled moans reverberated with the intensity of shouts. With only a third of his dick in her mouth, Lydia stopped to breathe heavily, riding out her first orgasm of the evening. As soon as she had a modicum of control back, she stuffed his full manhood back down her throat.

“You really are one of the best ones I have at this,” John gasped, meaning it every bit as a compliment. No jokes about her status or how ‘improper’ this was for her, just the genuine words of a man who adored a woman that could give a fantastic blowjob. His sincerity was rewarded with Lydia slowing down and focusing entirely on what her tongue did during those torturously fantastic bobs. She knew exactly how he liked his dick sucked by her (each girl had a variance in their style that shifted this preference), and where all his weak spots were.

Despite that, it was her that came a second time before he did. This time with the tip of his dick rubbing the depths of her throat, Lydia was pushed over the edge by his girth. Walls twitched around him as she moaned, a gagged nymphomaniac. He wanted to let her ride it out. His own orgasm was getting close and he, after hours spent waffling around and in his tipsy state, barely had the patience to wait. Barely was enough, though, and the moment she could move again, Lydia noted the betraying moans he let out and finished him off with long, deliberate strokes.

Ending up with her lips wrapped around his glans, Lydia was about to use her hand to encourage him over the edge when Nightingale’s tongue claimed the privilege of masturbating him.

The combined effort easily brought him to the point of no return. A wave of bliss rushed up his body and he released wave after wave of thick cum into Lydia’s mouth. The tongue loosened to let the tensing of his shaft do its work, then tightened again when the force of each spurt diminished. Each and every drop was milked into the queen’s mouth, who gulped as much as she had to, to keep her cheeks from bulging.

An obnoxious sound interrupted the soft classic music inside the limo.

John ignored it. As did Lydia – if she even heard it. An order followed, cum in her stomach, and his dick between her sensitive lips, her multi-orgasmic reward must have filled her senses to a notable degree.

The sound blared out a second time.

This time, Lydia definitely heard. Her eyebrows pulled together and she pulled back. John’s dick was released and she swallowed his seed in one gulp. “Who dares?” she hissed and turned away from him, making her way, nude and incredibly excited, past where Metra and Siena had started to make out as they watched, and to the closed window that separated them from the driver’s cabin. Without hesitation, she pulled it open. “What could possibly be so important?” she demanded to know from her driver, who could absolutely see the state of his queen.

John, for his part, saw Lydia’s ass shift left and right, agitation and horniness intertwining to make keeping still impossible. Interested, but also occupied, he decided that he’d rather continue with what was in front of him. “She can handle that,” he told Nightingale, directing the harpy’s gaze off Lydia’s dripping cunt and towards his erection. It was like moving a magnet from the range of one piece of metal to another. Past a certain point, she rapidly switched priorities.

“As you say, my suitor,” Nightingale purred, her voice taxed by the thick liquid coating the inside of her throat, and went straight to worshipping his cock.

Nightingale’s cocksucking was like an extreme version of Lydia’s. She was all natural talent and almost all method. She knew exactly what she was doing and she was doing it all for him. Every kiss up his shaft, every long lick of her monstrous tongue, every bob and every deepthroat was all in veneration of his manhood. Getting a blowjob from a goddess was an ego-boost at the worst of times. This was a straight-up ascension, like it was every time.

Her black lips were spread around his girthy manhood; the folds of her throat clung to him, massaging him from all sides, almost refusing to let his dick go. Then she suddenly came and that almost turned into an outright. The walls, spasming and vibrating from her muffled scream, seemed to suck him in deeper. Metra and Siena’s moans underlined Nightingale’s, all overpowering the annoyed words Lydia exchanged at the other end of the limo.

Knowing she liked it, John took control. He grabbed her by the back of the head and encouraged her motions with firm pushes and pulls. After about a minute, Nighingale had calmed enough that she took charge of her worship again, zealously sucking him off until her next orgasm, with his dick stuffed all the way down, brought her to another halt. Having cum once, John was not even close to his second release.

He was just about to do as he had the first time when Lydia sat down next to him. Someone was, angrily, speaking on the other side of the phone. Rolling her eyes, Lydia tapped the base of John’s cock and held up two fingers. The signal was understood and he activated Master Stud, even if he wasn’t sure yet what for.

With all the self-certainty of a queen, Lydia grabbed Nightingale mid orgasm and pulled her off John’s dick. The process was accompanied with the particular sound of vacuum tight connections being broken, until his dick left the last of her monster girl throat. Agape as it was, John could look down her deep purple maw and see the folds of her upper pussy twitch at the back before Lydia moved her lips to his just conjured and still dry cock.

Even if Nightingale tried to keep her blowjobs about as clean as Lydia’s did hers, from a standpoint of technique, the sheer amount of love juices she produced made that a fool’s errand. Already, the goddess’ face was stained all over the lower half and John’s second cock was drenched in a matter of a few strokes. Lydia directed her soon-to-be fellow haremette like she was using a fleshlight as help during a handjob. The fact that John loved it when his haremettes did this to each other had spread rapidly and the members that had at least some switching tendencies had picked it up immediately.

“What you’re hearing in the background, Lord Africanus, is me pleasing my beloved with the throat of another woman,” Lydia spoke into the phone, which prompted an outraged response. “I did reveal to you that I was busy and you insisted on this conversation… No, I will not cease. You dared to interrupt my private time and you can either present what you wish to discuss now or return at a later date.”

John did not like her speaking to another man in the middle of sex, but he seriously respected the power move. It also occurred to him what her game here was. If her mouth was busy then, against the plans of the evening to receive a purely oral reward, it could not be helped. “I’m lubed enough,” he whispered to her, gently removing her hand from Nightingale’s head.

The harpy also realized what was going on and, with a loving lick as departure, shifted from the secondary cock back to the original one. Erect and ready, the additional dick waited for Lydia to straddle him, her back turned towards him. Gasping audibly, certainly audibly enough to be picked up by the phone, she impaled herself on his cock. Each couple of centimetres was another moan and John made it worse by squeezing her tits. Spanking her ass would have been his first choice, but their space was limited and he still had a harpy sucking him off.

Not being able to see her made the blowjob even more incredible. He wasn’t sure if it was just the lack of a visual, the unusual angle at which she needed to work him, or if she was picking up her worship now that she was competing with Lydia’s tight asshole. Both holes were hot, tight, and massaged his manhoods.

Lydia laid down on top of him, her legs spread wide and her heels digging into the leather of the bench. John could barely see anything besides her hair, so he decided he was better off just not seeing anything at all and simply closed his eyes. He was all lost in the sounds and sensations. Nightingale’s throat once again sticking to his dick like a latex glove. The moans of Siena and Metra scissoring in the background. Lydia’s sphincter gripping him while the queen was switching between riding him and moaning and halting to deliver a pointy response.

“The sooner you venture on from your insistence that this is pure disrespect, the sooner you will be liberated from it,” she stated, her stern voice clearly taxed and a higher pitch than usual. “I do not see how your trade agreements are… hmmm… my problem, especially at quarter past ten in the evening. I – oh, John!”

That this response was involuntary John knew because Lydia actually grew hotter all over once she realized that had been her response to him curving two fingers into her drenched pussy. That single gesture broke down the barrier between controlled negotiations and fucking. With horny abandon, Lydia moved up and down at consistent, rapid speed. Nightingale perfectly matched the pace, his dick sheathed all the way inside her throat when it threatened to pop out of Lydia’s backdoor and vice versa.

“I… t-told you that… I do not have a single… oun- ooohnnce of interest for youurrrr interrupting opinion-aaahnn!” Lydia clenched her teeth, having held her orgasm back until the end of the sentence. Knowing that she almost dropped the phone, just because of how well he could read her even with his eyes closed, John smirked. “Over…?” Lydia asked, clearly confused at a question she had been asked. “Any singular orgasm is rarely the mark of lovemaking with my beloved being over, Lord Africanus. Can we… return… to the matter at… coc-hand?” The short, post-orgasmic lull was over and she went straight back to riding him. The talk continued for three more minutes, until some kind of agreement had been reached. “Fare… well…” Lydia gave a brief and frosty goodbye, before putting down the phone. “What a nnnnnuisaaaaaaaaaaaaaannce!”

“Yeah,” John just grunted in agreement. He was getting closer and closer. The back-and-forth rhythm continued, now without pause. Both women noted that he was about to burst and whipped each other up into a frenzy.

“Fill me, my love!” Lydia shouted, her folds gripping his fingers almost as tight as her backdoor or Nightingale’s throat his cocks. “Pump me full!”

John obliged. He wanted to give a final warning, but it was unnecessary. Both knew his body language inside out and were ready to receive his seed. Reflexively, his hips darted off the bench and he went as deep inside them as he could. Then, the inside of his eyelids was dominated by white lightning and he came inside both of them.

Filling a backdoor and the mouth-pussy of a harpy simultaneously was fantastic on every level. Each sensation individually was pure pleasure, combined they were bliss, and it continued for nearly a whole minute. The massive streams of cum turned into spurts, turned into drops.

Their joined ecstasy petered out, leaving them heavily breathing at the back of the. “Was that… smart?” John asked Lydia.

“It will teach him not to…” she had to swallow before continuing, “…not to bother me.”

That was her call to make.