The Gamer Chapter 1377 – Bunny Girl Heat (Patreon)

John did not move a single finger.

Sitting a few metres removed, in an armchair, he studied Sylph. With each passing moment, her Libido ramped up. He could see the Stat rise in real time, as if he had pumped her full with an aphrodisiac. Mental Stats drained at the same time. This was not a mere surge of desire, this was well and truly heat. Was it her own deviancy that caused her to develop this trait, was it the mental image that humans had of bunnies that therefore accompanied the transformation, or was it the proximity to John and the fact that she would be the first air spirit in history that would eventually be bred like a human?

One of them, all of them, did not matter much. All that was clear was that Sylph was stark naked. Eyes dull with desire, she masturbated sloppily. Every moan sounded like a disappointment. She brought herself to orgasm, winding and gasping. Her tongue lolled out and she panted, her fingers continuing to slide in and out of her, trying to satisfy the dictate of her body by herself.

John was in love with the sight. The utter depravity stimulated his inner pervert and the fact that she failed to produce anything besides one unfulfilling orgasm after another elevated his pride. It was clear what she needed. Something he could give her. The air itself was thick with the fact. It tingled on John’s skin, the sexual electricity radiating from Sylph, urging his male instincts to do with her as he pleased.

From the desperate masturbation to the lustful, empty look on her face, she resembled Nathalia when he had found her after months of self-isolation. By sheer numbers, she outclassed even the need of the dragoness at that time. Sylph’s Libido finally started to slow in its ascension, having climbed well past 500. Her pussy was drenched and swollen, the pretty pink lips eager to envelope a phallus thick and long.

The Gamer stood up and Sylph didn’t even notice. Totally lost in her heat, her senses failed to register him until he stood right in front of her. “Johnnn…?” she moaned, eyes wandering from his feet up to his face. Her Mental Stats had fallen to 10, the level of an average human adult, and yet the thick syrup of need made it impossible to utilize even that intelligence in a proper way.

John flicked her left nipple and was immediately struck by a pink spark. The lustful voltage rushed up his digit and left behind a pleasant, swiftly diminishing sensation. A moan that almost left the area of desperation got stuck in Sylph’s throat, for the lack of follow-up. The volt bunny drooled on her own tits, turning her fantastic curves into more and more of an artwork with every passing second. Adorable and so incredibly sexy, her petite form twitched. Her flat belly rolled like that of a skilled dancer, even guided by instinct alone. Decently sized, firm breasts trembled with each desperate breath.

A hand put on Sylph’s chin, the Gamer pushed his thumb into her outstretched tongue. The flow of saliva immediately intensified. Constantly, little bits of pink electricity jumped between the muscle and his skin. The bright colour surged in her eyes too, forming a heart around her dilated pupils.

That was the final straw. John hastily opened his menu and undid his clothing. Sylph’s nostrils flared; the heart-shapes surged in size and intensity against the amber background. “COHCK!” she screamed, tongue pinned by his thumb. It was as if she had just rediscovered the existence of his rigid manhood. In her current state, she had perhaps truly blended out that detail until it was right in front of her eyes.

Instantly, Sylph stopped rubbing her pussy. With no regard for balance or elegance, she dug her heels into the leather couch and raised her hips with near supersonic speed. Legs parted, pussy lips spread with both hands, revealing the depths of her pretty pink folds, she offered herself with all the need of a breeding bunny. Her entire body language screamed: ‘the only thing about me that matters is this hole – fill it’.

And that made John unfathomably hard.

Hard, he grabbed her by the hips. Sylph panted in anticipation. Her head rolled over the top of the backrest. Then, he slammed into her with one impatient thrust and she arched even higher.

The slam had been a mistake. John had been inside Sylph so many times, knew the unique way her pussy behaved, and had not anticipated that her transformation had changed that. Her hole was indistinguishable from that of a human. Fleshy folds surrounded him on all sides, clamped down on him. The swirling gusts that reacted to his thrusts were gone. In their stead, there was only the pink electricity that ravaged through John’s cock wherever it was in contact with her tightly clenching insides. It was like every nerve in his sex was directly getting stimulated.

Pussy juice squirted all over his groin. Sylph screamed. Her eyes were rolled upwards. Her lithe stomach showed the bump of his girthy rod, reaching all the way to where the Lover’s Will mark was above her womb, deep blue on pale skin. Above a womb that now truly existed, one the tip of his cock kissed. What discomfort a human would have felt at that fact, Sylph felt only as ecstasy.

John tried to pull out, to thrust back in or escape the electricity that set his entire nervous system alight with pleasure he himself did not know. That was when he found that Sylph had already wrapped her legs around his hips and refused to let him go. Hovering in mid-air, the breeding bunny screamed and squirted without pause.

Then John came.

The seed pumped violently up his steel rod of a shaft and right into Sylph’s newly formed womb. Each spurt caused another cascade of the lust-coloured lightning. John’s fingers clawed at her peach-shaped bottom, his thumbs pressed against her pelvis. The bones softly showed with each sudden exhale, before hiding again during the following, quivering breath. The scream had made way for constant moans.

John swallowed hard, his world slowly shifting back to something approaching normality. ‘Is that just a decorative womb or…? Well, it has to be; if this was an option for other elementals, at least one would have taken it previously.’ While those thoughts went through his mind, the tingles around his cock returned. Sylph raised her head enough to give him a depraved stare. A fraction of reason had returned to those glassy eyes.

“Moooore,” she begged.

An arm slung around her back, Sylph was pulled against John’s chest. Pinning her petite body against his chest, he smacked her ass hard. The jiggle could be felt all through her, translating into her cunt gushing yet again, dripping like a gooey waterfall. Like a convenient toy, he carried her in front of him, thrusting into her perfectly moulded pussy with each bouncing step.

Sylph’s bunny ears twitched as much as the rest of her, switching back and forth between rigid and floppily waving in motions of their lovemaking. All she did was let him have his way. Sylph was everything, a masochist, a submissive, a dominant, a sadist, a rope bunny, a brat breaker, it did not matter to her as long as it felt good. Since he was who he was, a happy little cocksleeve is what she would be until he pounded the heat out of her system.

Their lips mashed together the same instant John shoved her against a wall. Sylph’s moan reverberated in the depths of his throat. The same tingle that surrounded his cock now turned his tongue into a sensitive area. It was the first time John experienced what he often did to his haremettes, the creation and exploitation of an erogenous zone outside of what nature had ordained.

It felt fantastic. Every dominant whirl of his tongue around Sylph’s made him groan. The heart-shapes in her eyes beat with every impact of the tip of his cock against her womb. Both hands on her ass, he felt the ripples with each loud impact of his hips on her sopping wet pussy.

‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ it echoed in the room, the utterly depraved claps and squelches that accompanied the fucking of the breeding bunny. John’s pace slowed. His hands glided up her legs, until he grabbed the ankles that crossed behind his back. Forcefully, he unfolded them, then bent her into a position more to his liking.

The flexible air spirit only panted, when the kiss broke and her feet were pinned to the wall above her head. Smooth legs, balanced between length and thickness, framed her medium sized breasts. The nature of the pose forced her cunt to be on full display, the tight lips obscenely parted by his girthy shaft.

Immediately, John picked up the pace again. The back of Sylph’s head loudly hit the wall. Another orgasm was shouted out, the latest in an endless chain of heated desire. She was every bit as incapable of controlling herself as John was of stopping himself.

His second orgasm came almost as suddenly as the first. One moment he was pounding away, making her pretty tits jiggle, the next he went rigid. Bent over her, he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure, and pumped a second, enormous load deep into her needy pussy. Like clockwork, she squirted. Each spurt of white that painted her insides grew the sticky, clear layer on John’s abdomen and the puddle around his feet.

“Creampiesh are the besht!” Sylph slurred, gyrating her hips. Simultaneously, her folds twitched around him. Every part of her was aligned in extracting his seed. “Yoursh, I want yoursh!”

“My what?” John asked demandingly. He needed to hear so much more of her perverted words, of her panted sentences and needful cries.

“Cuhm, only John’sh chum ish gooood for breeding bunny!” the pervy air spirit exclaimed. Gleeful giggles accompanied their swift position change.

Tossing Sylph to the floor, her powers allowing her a soft fall, John got back on top of her before the fifth litre of cum sloshing around her insides could escape. Not even a drop would get out of her before he decided. Lying flat one the floor, only her ass raised up invitingly, she was ready to be taken prone bone.

“Fuck!” John shouted when her tight folds surrounded him again. “I’ll pump so many babies into you, my breeding bunny! One after the other, no pauses!” He wasn’t even sure himself if that was just heated bedroom talk or the truth.

“Eheehehehe,” Sylph laughed perversely, drooling all over the floor. Her sideway turned head showed her gleeful, depraved expression in all its details. The fluttering eyelids, the heart-shaped pupils, the intense flush, the grin that only grew wider when John smacked her ass hard. First with his palm, then with his hips.

John discontinued with any of his usual priorities. Concentrating on her pleasure before his own? What an absolute mockery when she was gushing at whatever he did anyway. Seeking his own pleasure primarily was what he would do. Then again, she saw him as much as a source of cum as he saw her as a cunt to fill up. They were each other’s chosen tools.

Rapidly, he fucked her into the floor. The smooth surface became moist with their sweat and sexual fluids. Sylph writhed under him, her head flying left and right, her spine curving when she screamed. Again and again, he pancaked her round ass under his groin. The ripple of each impact had barely reached the halfway point when he caused another one.

He came again, then he turned her on her side.

One foot lifted over his shoulder, grabbed as a handlebar, he fucked Sylph. The repeated squirting was all the more apparent in this position. Each intense gush of pussy juice splashed off to the side. Worries for her state of hydration were appeased by her being quite literally part water essence. The skin of her stomach was pulled slightly taut by the sheer quantity of seed that pooled inside her womb.

The fourth load was pumped inside her, causing further expansion.

John drove her before him. Even good old missionary, the ‘purest’ of all positions, was made utterly depraved when the woman pounded was so utterly lost in bliss. Sylph’s love-filled eyes darted all over the place. To his abs, to her own jiggling tits, to where his cock sunk into her fountaining cunt, to his face, only for her to go cross-eyed and collapse for a second. Always, she sprung back, her legs around his hips urgently pulling him back inside her.

The fifth load and Sylph began to look like she was in the early stages of pregnancy, such was the bump of semen inside her.

John bowed over her, buried her under his much broader and taller form. Arms wrapped around his chest, lips pressed feverishly against his pecs and neck, showering his sweaty skin in kisses. “Master, master, master!” Sylph chirped, almost back to her regular levels of horny – which made her still the most nymphomaniac in a harem of loyal sluts. “Cum inside me more, Master! Prepare me for the day you breed me, Master! Fill me up, mate with me, mark me! I’m yours, I’m so totally yours, fuck me so hard that your adorable concubine becomes your adorable breedings sla- Wait, I already am that! Just fuck me hard! Yes, just keep doing with your willing slave breeding bunny what you want!”

‘God, her chatter can be so hot!’ John thought, feeling his sixth orgasm approach after minutes of rutting into her. It would be the last – the last to get her out of heat anyway. Clutching her between his arms, he kept pounding her until the mating press arrived at its inevitable conclusion.

Sinking into her, John shivered all over. He was at the very edge. He made no further move. Just let the spasming of her insides and the electricity gradually push him past the point of no return. With an audible breath, he came. The lithe shorty under him held on tight, her teeth snapping shut and her words stopping.

John felt the geyser of pussy juice break against his skin. A distant second feeling, to the sheer bliss of pumping another giant load into one of his gorgeous women. Each surge of pleasure, each spurt flowing straight into the womb whose entrance the tip of his cock kissed, was another confirmation that she was his. To fuck, to breed, to love, to adore, Sylph was all his and no one else’s.

The thought intensified the moment. Another tensing of his balls sent the unrelentingly thick baby batter into her. It did not matter how often he came, he was always ready to deliver more. Between Gamer’s Body and Source of Satisfaction, the only physical limits were overcome by short recuperation periods.

Mentally, however, he needed a short break from the pleasure. The ceaseless writhing of the past… however long they had been at it, came to a stop as well. Sylph’s arms loosened around him and fell to the side.

John got off her, to see Sylph, eyes rolled up, tongue lolled out. The last bits of pink lightning faded, just as he stabilized his breathing. When he pulled out of her, her pussy let him go with one last explosion of love juices. The flood of seed that John had thought inevitable, considering her bloated state, did not occur. Sylph kept all his seed tightly locked inside herself.

“Creampiesh are the besht,” the volt bunny repeated her wisdom.