The Gamer Chapter 1398 – Fluffy Monday Awakens Interlewd – Serving the Evil Overlady (Patreon)

Salamander snapped her fingers and the black gates of the throne room were shut with a resounding, deep reverberation. The music was changed to a distant jazz. If there was any more obvious tell that their evil overlady was currently engaged in sexy times, John did not know it. Then again, who cared? With their reputation and her roleplaying the tyrant, they could do whatever they wanted.

Tail wrapped around his waist, Salamander guided him back to her seat of power. She released him, as she sat down. Resting her face on her knuckles, she gave him a tilted, challenging smile. Her body was on full display, not a centimetre of her luscious curves covered. Playfully, she cupped one of her massive tits, lifting it and letting it drop. The jiggle was jaw-dropping. Deep red nipples were erect in the hot air.

John swallowed and tapped the buttons to join her in nudity. Her smile grew into a broad grin. “Nice cock, stud,” she stated and raised one of her flawlessly clean feet. The sole was pressed against his erection, making him groan from the touch alone. That was as much foot service as he was comfortable with. Plus, this was her throne room.

Taking hold of her leg, he dropped to one knee and placed a kiss on the smooth, red skin of her foot. Up he went, brushing over the hairless perfection of her limb. His excitement rose tremendously when he reached her thick thigh, the bottom of her wonderful hourglass figure. He slowed down. Truly enjoyed every bit of the meaty inside of her plump upper legs. Always, he eyed her cunt.

The tightly closed lips sat above the squished double spheres of her butt cheeks. No matter how often he pounded her, those deep red lips remained gorgeous. The closer he got, the more heated her breathing, the further her pussy changed. Excitement swelled her outer lips, until the sensitive button at the top partly revealed itself.

John hoisted her legs on his shoulders. “You know how to tease,” Salamander said and put her hand on the back of his head. “Now serve.”

The bottom was not John’s preferred position, but he could make an exception. Especially when that exception involved running his tongue through her sweet cunt. Suddenly it made all the sense that she had insisted on keeping it to her tits during the morning orgy.

“Oh yeah,” she gasped, when his tongue extended into her. Hard and pointy, he went as deep inside her as he could. Her juices were oilier than that of a normal woman, her folds feverishly hot. “Just like that, you fucking slut maker.”

“Will I make you a slut, overlady?” John dared to ask.

“Please, you can’t make me what I already am. How about, instead, I’ll allow you to fucking break me.” Salamander let out a long throaty sound, his tongue circling her clit. The soft thighs on his shoulders tensed, showing just how much muscle was underneath the thickness of the tomboy. Salamander’s hips slid forwards, until she barely sat on the throne anymore. Eyes closed, upper spine pressed against the backrest, head still on her knuckles, now tightly clenched, she gasped. “That’s… not quite the spot… deeper…”

John obliged, pressing his mouth against the swollen labia. His tongue curved, finding that sensitive spot at the roof of her cunt that he knew how to exploit. He did not need further orders. Increasing the pace, he kept stimulating that spot. More and more of her love juices flooded his mouth, sweet and a bit smoky in their taste. Her intoxicating smell of heat, ash, olive oil and pheromones filled his nostrils.

The hand at the back of his head trailed back up her side, pinched and twisted her nipple. Upper teeth protruded, showing pearly white fangs against the backdrop of her deep red lips. “More,” she half-begged, half-demanded.

John took two handfuls of her enormous ass. It was the largest in his entire harem. Even if that was mostly due to her being the second tallest of his women, the meat did not lie. He could as little hold onto the enormity of her cheeks as he could her tits. The fire spirit’s hourglass figure was raw, sinful delight. Her abs were tense, as her pleasure reached the pre-orgasmic plateau.

A little gush of her pussy juice announced her release, a split-second before her deep moans did. John kept stimulating that spot in her depths, kept his multi-orgasmic elemental at the height for as long as he could. He loved to see her writhe. To see her finally lift her head from her fist and bang it against her backrest, while the overflow of her juices and his saliva soaked into the cushion.

Intensely, she clawed at her tit. Spasming, her tail smacking against the throne. Her prolonged cries went from deep to high and back again. Then, John could no longer hear them. Strong legs pressed against the sides of his head, enveloping him with hot flesh. There was too much to her to even register the bones. Only his eyes could still witness her reactions to the pleasure. A little bit of a sheen appeared all over her, oily sweat giving her a glisten that would only intensify as her pleasure did.

John slowed his lapping, letting the spasms ease off. With it the heavenly pressure of her thighs diminished. “Fuck, I know why I love you,” Salamander gasped, spreading her legs wide open. She kept his head pressed against her cunt, as she stood up. There was a little bit of sadistic pleasure in her eyes. Although much lighter than Siena, Salamander also leaned into the domain of dominant sadist. It was only so slight a leaning that she could easily switch into a position more compatible with John. “Get up.”

“Hmmm, but what if I like where I am?” John asked and cheekily gave her cunt another lick.

“Being a brat fucking suits you,” Salamander cackled and wrapped her tail around his chest. She pulled him up and threw him onto the throne. That made John growl. Being commanded was one thing but he hated being manhandled. “You know where to leave that anger, stud!” Salamander turned her fat ass towards him and dropped down.

Both of them were taken by the pleasure of the perfectly aimed penetration. The twin spheres of her butt turned from a soft sheen to completely glistening within seconds. So enormous was her plump backside that the entirety of John’s hips and most of the cushion vanished from his view. “Ffffuck,” John pressed out and grabbed her by the waist.

“That’s the spirit!” Salamander’s voice was driven to a higher volume by the pleasure. The foreplay had stoked the fire inside her, making her both more sensitive and her folds otherworldly hellish to dwell in. There was the tightness of any cunt there, combined with the brushing of her burning essence along his length. Like tongues of fire, they brushed over his length. They would only grow more numerous as he fuelled the inferno with more pleasure. The more he kept going, the more sensitive she would get as well. Fucking Salamander was an inevitable hell of constant orgasms.

It was too tempting to not thrust up into her.

Salamander laughed and responded by bouncing in his lap. John was pressed into the firm cushions of the throne. As little as the living flame may have weighed, the force behind her movements was very real.

Mindlessly, they shook their bodies. The heat made it impossible for John to catch a clear thought. The anger of being moved against his will fuelled him. With reckless disregard, he hammered up into her, making the lady of the fortress scream loud enough that it bounced off the distant wall. Oily sweat was slathered over his chest, his groin, and his legs – wherever they touched, wherever she grinded against him, she left her mark.

The need to release was urgent. It happened suddenly. The pleasure just rose and rose, then something broke and he impaled her one more time. His cum exploded in the depths of her cunt. The inferno halted for a moment. All of time seemed to halt. There was only the two of them, sweaty and quietly writhing on the throne. Her enormous chest trembled from the unsteady breaths she took.

The fires inside her flickered up again, making John groan. Their motions resumed, although he could sense that both of them had a little more reason available. Reason that would be entirely placed in the service of the scene.

Salamander grinned over her shoulder, “Ready to be the entertainment during my work?”

“I’m here to look pretty, not to talk, aren’t I?” John asked, while watching his fire spirit change positions. Half standing on top of him apparently was not comfortable enough anymore, so she straddled him in a reverse cowgirl. The position change made her butt even jigglier.

“You’re here because I fucking love you.” Salamander dropped against him. He pressed his face into the curve of her neck and kissed the oily skin. She snapped her fingers again and the gates opened up again. Accompanied by her moans, fire spirits started to stream into the room.

John immediately noted that there was not a single male in sight. ‘Someone’s been planning,’ he thought, eyes darting between the various female shapes. There was an above average concentration of women with large breasts and thick thighs and a vastly above average concentration of cocky smiles. ‘Well, she has to know what I’ll have to do when she puts me in a room full of watching women.’

The lack of motion of the last two minutes came to an abrupt end when he thrust up into her. Salamander cried out loudly when her infernal folds were made the recipient of his rough lovemaking. His arms were wrapped tightly around her midriff, holding her in place. Hard muscles allowed him to squeeze as much as he wanted. She could and would take it, with glee.

“Fucking… oh… fuck!” Salamander groaned in front of her court. “Alright… ah—Get the fucking business started!”

The fire elementals scattered out, filling out the sides of the throne room as witnesses for the events. Others formed an orderly line, overseen by a bunch of busty blazing warriors in equally evil-looking and alluring armour.

“I want there to be more rocks!” the first one to step forwards said.

“Tough shit, I do-ooh-n’t!” Salamander responded instantly. “Next!”

John chuckled, wondering if this was business as usual or part of what Salamander wanted to present to him. To ask would have been to interrupt his nibbling of her pointy ear, however, so that could not be done. A hand found its way to Salamander’s tits. As he mauled the giant mound of soft hotness, he realized he hadn’t touched her tits at all so far.

An immediate factor to change. His thrusting stopped, as did Salamander’s bouncing, and he grabbed her spheres with such intensity the red spilled out between his fingers. To call Salamander a masochist would have been to overstate it. She just liked things intense.

“Overlady?” the next one in line asked.

“Huh?” Salamander snapped out of her tit massage-induced trance. “The shit you wan- y-eeeesssssss.” The sudden reaction was to both her nipples getting flicked by his index fingers. Her folds clenched, the tongues of flame essence caressed his length, making him inhale sharply through his teeth. The softness under his hands pressed against his palms each time she took a deep breath. “Go ooooooooooon!” Salamander urged and came.

“So, there’s this part of the lava fields that’s now spilling into my property and it’s ruining my lawn… Could I fix that up?”

“Yeeeeeeeeees!” Salamander screamed, both in confirmation and from the hand that John now had between her legs. Teasing her super-sensitive tits was one thing, to rub her clit in addition to that was to drive her insane.

The third elemental in row was pressing her thighs together as she walked. Her eyes crossed that of John and she moaned, unashamedly reaching between her legs and masturbating as she stammered out her request. “C-can I get fucked by your summoner?”

“No, he’s…. harem exclusive!” Salamander managed to press those words out, then all of her went rigid. “FUUUUUUUUUU-YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!” Her words blended together, her hips shooting up a couple of centimetres before John pressed her back down. Pussy juice squirted all over his hand, soiling the steps of her throne and the chair itself.

John kept pounding her from below, but that just wasn’t enough anymore. He needed to fuck her harder, drive her even more insane in front of the crowd. Even if he couldn’t touch any of them, he could still make them all remember the day they watched him fuck their leader senseless. Barely, the cries of Salamander started to diminish as he raised his voice, “Sorry, I have been given the order to break your slut of an overlady!”

With that, he lifted Salamander up. She weighed barely anything, which made it exceptionally easy to keep fucking her as he got up. Grabbing both her arms, he held her in front of him, lustfully contorted features and swaying tits visible to everyone. His own eyes were treated to the endless ripples of her fat ass. Her tail was curved off to the side, clung to the back of his neck in a U-shape. Just another anchor that let her gushing cunt get pounded.

Pussy juice ran over her glistening skin, travelling down her thighs. Still, this wasn’t hard enough for him. He moved her to the side of the throne and bowed her over the armrest. Hard, he grabbed her shaven head, felt the soft stubbles of her buzzcut as he pressed her down on the stain they had made on the royal red cushion of her throne.

The massaging inferno rose like a flame that had just received a barrel of gasoline. The reversal of the initial power dynamic made Salamander a horny bitch in need of an ever harder pounding. Now with something to shove her against, John could mess her up properly.  Again and again he drove into her with enough force to make the claps compete with her vulgar screams. “YES! FUCK YOUR VILLANOUS SLUT! COME ON, GIVE ME EVERYTHING!”

“Shut your fucking face,” John growled back, completely swept up in the mood. He kept her head down and swatted her ass between hard thrusts. One spank made her cackle, two made her moan, three made her eyelids flutter, and four made her scream with another orgasm. At the fifth, her teeth finally clenched, obediently reducing her voice to involuntary groans, coming from deep within her throat.

The court was practically one lesbian orgy at that point. Fire elementals were rapidly working their own and each other’s cunts, too turned on to even pretend to have any sort of structure. Even the guards loosened their armour and fingered their dripping pussies. All were entranced by the sight of Salamander getting pounded into a mess.

Barely, John kept holding on. The heat was getting too much, but he refused to pump a second load inside her. He soldiered on and on, until Salamander squirted again. Her lips curled into the kind of grin only a cockdrunk tomboy could produce. Her eyes rolled up, her cushion of an ass pushed against him, and he came inside her hellish pussy.

Spurt for spurt, he painted her red insides white. The massive load did not let up, exceeding even the usual volume. His hips continued to move even as he pumped her full. Every instinct screamed at him to chase more of this pleasure. Before he knew it, he was cumming again. The multi-orgasmic pleasure made him see stars. The bliss of her insides became too much and he barely managed to pull out, before he was caught in a cycle of cumming and cumming again.

Ropes of seed splattered over her presented ass. The thick white contrasted heavily both with the red of her skin and the black lines that decorated much of it. He gave his cock a couple of pumps, just to get the last out of it, before stumbling to sit down on the throne.

As he breathed heavily and gathered himself, the mood in the hall gradually simmered down. By the time Salamander managed to move, there was almost an atmosphere of normality around.

Something she quickly destroyed by slipping down onto the floor in front of him and wrapping her massive tits around his half-erect cock. Full-mast was achieved within seconds, in the oiled up cleavage. Salamander grinned up at him with the hungry expression of an ecstatic nymphomaniac.

“All hail the stud,” she declared. The four words were echoed by the entire court.

John enjoyed being the honorary overlord for another hour.