The Gamer Chapter 1430 – Thorough Grinding Interlewd – Taking more (ana)Ls (Patreon)

John couldn’t place quite why he felt this certainty.

It was a day of the grinding session like any other. It was one of the last days, yes, but not the last day. Yet, it pulsed through him. It had started when he woke up with her cuddled up to him, the only one in a bed of nude forms to wear a full body cover. Since then, it had swelled in intensity, until he found himself sitting in his chair, just staring into the air and imagining that he would do it.

To finally break Lorelei’s imposed celibacy.

Any kind of special occasion he may have kept that for suddenly felt like it didn’t matter anymore. The need burned with such intensity that John stood up and sought her out. ‘If I see her, I’ll be certain if this is really a good idea,’ he thought and he already knew, deep inside, that there was only one way that could end. Like an alcoholic that picked up a beer to ‘have something to resist’ in the house.

When he found Lorelei, she was bent over a shelf, helping Lee with her cleaning chores. One in a maid outfit, the other dressed like a nun, complete with a habit, they swiped the surface with rags. While Lee was adorable in the short-skirted, sexy maid outfit she had been given, John only had eyes for Lorelei. Barely, he was aware of Lydia sitting nearby. She was taking a pause from the Raiding.

The seer shivered the moment he laid eyes on her. Bent forwards, the quiver was most notable in the delicious rump that was conveniently raised in his direction. The long, flowing black of the nun’s robe was settled across the rise and fall and rise again of the twin hills. In response to the surge of pleasure John’s attention caused her, the seer clenched the fabric of her skirt with hands and thighs. What little of her bubble butt was left to the imagination became part of the pronounced heart shape under the straining cloth.

That was the last straw. John needed it and he needed it now. Any grand ideas he had about the weight of the occasion were suddenly erased. He walked forwards, each of his steps heavy on the floorboard. Lee and Lydia just followed his motions. He afforded them enough of a glance that he saw their combination of surprise and intoxication. It certainly had an effect when he moved with such purpose.

Lorelei herself was a panting mess even before he swatted her ass. She clenched the rag in her hand so tight, the moisture dripped onto the surface she ought to clean. The confines of her dress cut the jiggle short. John growled and ripped the habit from her head, so he could spot the seam that led from her neck down her spine. A rather specific place to place a seam on a self-made dress.

The yarn snapped, opening the back of her outfit like a long zipper. The remains glided off Lorelei’s limbs and left her standing atop unharmed black fabric. Thigh-highs squished the meatiest parts of her legs. Breasts and crotch were covered by a bra of red and white and the blue and black chastity belt. It still had the form of a comfortably sitting metal ring with silk covering Lorelei’s privates. Already they were soaked.

“Kneel,” John ordered. The single word hung in the air like an oppressive force. Lorelei hurried so much to follow it, she didn’t even turn around. Barely she remembered to let go of the cleaning rag. Amusedly, the Gamer glanced over to Lee. The force of his command had made the submissive gamer girl drop to the floor as well.

The Gamer acknowledged her with a grin, mouthing the words ‘good girl’, while pulling Lorelei into the desired position. Once she faced him, he smacked his cock down across her face.

The reactions were layered and immediate. Lorelei’s expression derailed into a grimace of insane need. She struggled to remain calmly seated. Arguably she failed, pressing her face into the weight of his girthy cock. All over, she vibrated, like a barely disciplined puppy in the proximity of treats. The deep inhales she took were audible. Each a desperate attempt to fill her lungs with the scent of his cock. Precum dribbled into her hair.

John just basked in the moment. The seer was as openly perverted as Nathalia or Sylph in their most heated moments. Just barely, she appeared to be more coherent. She chewed on the inside of her lips, to prevent herself from licking his sack without permission.

A pair of decently sized breasts pressed against John’s back. Hard nipples were framed by the soft silk of a bra existing more for show than purpose. “Is it time to show her my favourite, my love?” Lydia whispered into his ear. John only grunted in affirmation. The reasonable part of his mind was somewhere further down.

“Write Jane to meet me in the playroom,” he strung a single thought together. Lydia kissed his earlobe.

“Your wish is my desire… Master,” she murmured. Even if she didn’t permit more than the most basic BDSM on herself, the queen knew how to get her man going.

Lorelei gulped when her dom’s manhood surged to even greater weight atop her face. After a month of experienced time spent, at best, pleasing him with her hands, this little made her nearly burst with lust. John reached into the Sex Dungeon inventory and retrieved two collars and matching leashes. He tossed one pair to Lee and dropped the other in Lorelei’s hands.

They both immediately knew what was demanded of them. Well trained as they were, their hands were calm as they put the collars around their own necks. They pulled them tight. Both were tailored for them specifically. They snapped the leashes into the metal rings at the front of the soft leather, then presented them to him on raised palms.

John grabbed them with the kind of absolute certainty that few men were ever in the luxury of feeling. He pulled on Lee’s leash, until she was right next to Lorelei. Then, he turned around, to see Lydia rub her cunt, her entire body flush with excitement. The auburn-haired woman smiled at John a little broader and a little wilder than usual.

He was of half a mind to pin her against the wall and take her right there, but he had a purpose. Pulling the leashes taut, he stepped forwards. When he reached Lydia, all he did was whisper a single word in her ear. The immediate orgasm nearly had the stern woman’s legs buckle. Any idea of royalty was destroyed by the pussy juice seeping into her expensive underwear.

“Is this what you wanted, Lorelei?” John asked, while guiding two crawling submissives and one stumbling nymphomaniac down the hallway. On the way, he spotted Claire, who was following the scene with both hands on her cheeks, a panting, depraved smile on her face. Her possessiveness had been successfully extended to the entire harem, evidently. Despite the yandere’s intense bliss at the scene, she stayed the distance. Someone had to pick up the housework.

“It’s so much more, Master,” Lorelei responded, her voice oddly melodious and soft, as if the promise of a sexual engagement was driving her feminine instincts to places beyond the usual. One could almost ignore that she was a deprived nymphomaniac swinging her juicy ass every metre she crawled. “I feel light, as if you’d already fucked me for hours. Yet deep inside is the aching need for true release. A deep terror sits in my chest that you may decide differently, that you’ll only make me sit there as you take my sisters. When I consider that you truly might…” she shuddered in blissful desperation, “…how wonderfully cruel. The potential that it still might not happen… I need it so much, Master… I sit in a daze under the shower at times, uselessly rubbing against the seal I love so dearly.” They reached the playroom. “Please, Master, show me euphoria.”

John slammed the door open with such force, the hinges ripped straight out of the frame. Annoyed, he grabbed the wood and tossed it somewhere it wasn’t in the way. Then he ignored its existence altogether.

The playroom was an adjusted dining room. Magoi may have intended to give them a nice place to eat, but the long table he had placed there was so much more useful for other things. In one of the chairs, moved to the wall, sat Rave. She crossed eyes with her boyfriend and immediately slipped off the chair. She crawled over the thick carpet towards him. “Hmmm, thanks for thinking about me, stud,” she greeted him with a kiss to the tip of his cock.

“I figured you would have needed to watch this,” John stated with a smirk. “And watch is all you’ll do, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Rave responded with a delighted purr. No backtalk, no hesitation, not even a bit of resistance in her eyes. For right now, John was entirely in charge. All haremettes present agreed to this: when he was like this, he got everything he wanted. Those that preferred otherwise simply stayed away until the mood inevitably changed. He loved his haremettes for their obedience and their individuality. Granted, in this particular moment, the obedience especially.

Rave crawled back to the edge of the room. “Should I follow?” Lydia asked.

“No,” John gave a simple-minded denial and approached the table. Modified vices had been screwed tight onto its edge, serving as potential anchors for ropes and other bindings. None of that was needed at the moment, John only wanted the table because of the smooth cushions they had glued onto it. It was the best fuck-pedestal they had in the house.

Pulling the leash straight up, John forced Lorelei to stand up. When she was halfway on her feet, he shoved her towards the table. She landed on her side, her left cheek on full display. An immediate smack made Lorelei moan. It was a long, needful one, lingering past even the jiggles. She convulsed repeatedly. John could practically see the desperate signals of her nerves travel up and down her spine, ripple through every part of her nervous system.

Lorelei rolled onto her stomach. Her feet barely touched the ground, her ass was on the same level with John’s crotch. Ever so slightly, she pushed her right cheek up, prompting her instinct-driven Master to smack that side too. All about her ass and thighs that could be put in motion was. The alluring flesh was contorted, until the force was spread out evenly and her nubile, round bottom returned to its seductive, natural state. Left behind were the two red marks on her pale skin.

The seer kept wiggling her ass. The enchantments of the chastity belt kept her pussy juices from overflowing. Something that John immediately wished to change. The item obeyed the owner of its wearer and immediately the silk covering disappeared.

Lorelei drew in breath through her teeth when she felt the touch of air on her hyper-sensitive lady bits. Her pussy was red and swollen, in all the delightful ways, her ass already agape and ready for a cock his size. Rarely had there been an hour in the day where Lorelei hadn’t been running around with a conjured plug preparing her final hole for the claiming.

“Prepare me.” John stared first at Lee, who still knelt on the floor before the table, and Lydia, who had the audacity to stand in his presence. Swiftly, the blowjob slut assumed her proper place. Off at the side, Rave let out a long sigh. The sound of her and Lydia’s masturbation filled the room with a steady beat of wetness.

Queen and gamer girl put their lips to his cock. Red and pink lips mashed against the rigid shaft. Reverberations from venerating moans reached him and he groaned approvingly. He dropped the leashes, to put his hands on the back of their heads instead. He guided them towards the tip.

Lydia had to restrain herself not to fill her throat with his cock. Lee had it easier. The order had been to prepare him and a submissive knew how to listen to orders. Dragging her tongue from the tip all the way to the base of her Master’s cock, the gamer girl spread the slippery mixture of saliva and precum all over his erection. Once she had her personal urges under control, Lydia mimicked the motion.

Both women moaned loudly, the reward of obedience bringing first Lydia then Lee to orgasm. Their slathering tongues never stopped moving, no matter how sluggish or jittery their motions became. When his cock glistened with a sheen of lovingly applied lubrication, he let go of their heads.

Lydia and Lee knew what to do next. They each held onto one of Lorelei’s thighs and brought their hands down on the seer’s ass. The squirming celibate screamed at the simultaneous slap. Fingers dug into her backside, spreading her bubble butt until her agape backdoor was on total display.

Mentally, John loosened the orgasm locks of Lover’s Will and the item. Lorelei was at the border of hyperventilating, constantly shifting around, struggling to remain in place. He put his cock against the backdoor. “Oh, Lady, it is happening,” she whispered, as he ever so gradually upped the pressure. “Master is claiming my backdoor. Thank you Lady for sending me on this path, thank you for making me a sex slave of this man, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she kept praying quietly, the religious rambles only serving to make her Master harder.

The head of his cock easily slipped past her widened sphincter. The butt plug had been girthy enough to almost fully prepare her. Almost fully – as the resistance he felt when he pushed further proved. A resistance that was all Lorelei needed to start moaning like an absolute whore. The prayers were intermingled with desperate sounds of graceless heat. They only grew louder, desperation grew more audible.

“Master, Master, I beseech you, to let this lowly hole cum!” Lorelei’s voice grew louder, until she screamed. “Your honoured cock fills me, all of me is alight with her grace, the pleasure is too much to bear!” He took hold of her braid and pulled. “AH! You are my Master, my owner, I am but your lowly sex slave, please, please, just… just a taste of release…”

If John’s cock could have gotten any harder, the insane combination of plead and sermon would have done it. His manhood gradually disappeared inside Lorelei. Her tight sphincter glided over his cock smoothly. Even in the height of his dominance, he didn’t want to take a first time too quickly. Lee and Lydia’s hot breaths caressed his skin, both feverishly masturbating while he sank deeper and deeper. “Mhhhhmassster!” Rave moaned in the background.

“Master…” Lydia whispered.

“Master!” Lee cried.

“My Master, my owner, hallowed conqueror of my being!” Lorelei proclaimed. The other two drew their hands back.

With one last shove, he sank the rest of the way inside her. Her ass jiggled softly from the mild impact. The orgasm seals were removed in their entirety. The moment didn’t hit Lorelei immediately. Like a bowstring getting pulled back, she grew tenser and tenser – then she released.

Explosively, pussy juice gushed from her cunt. It soiled where they were joined, their legs, feet, and the carpet. Even the knees of Lee and Lorelei got some of the repeated squirts. Jittering, the seer rocked back and forth. Her eyes were rolled up in her skull, slightly wet with tears of relief that never fell. She was too busy blinking and pressing out what little moans her rigid lungs could offer.

“Ah!” a moan like a note in a perfect symphony, she moved when John decided to move. In and out, one quick thrust. “Ah!” she moaned, a sound so perfect it would have become the only one used as voice overs for porn animation, if anyone ever got their hands on it. “Aaaah!” a drawn out moan this time, as John sunk into her warm depths slower.

Lorelei wasn’t herself anymore, not for now, perhaps not for hours. The quivering ebbed away in favour of a wonderful calm. Her eyes rolled up with every little motion John made. She was tense, yet loose. Her ass was pure jelly, no fibre of it tense, all of it quaking from his spanks and thrusts. Her shoulder blades almost seemed to vibrate under the rosy, smooth skin.

“Euphoriaaaaaah,” the woman put a word to it. The state she had dreamt of. All of her being was so flooded with sexual relief, her femininity was elevated to truly impossible levels. The relief made Lorelei into a woman, the most alluring one she could possible be. John could faintly sense how the pheromones she exuded chipped away at what little reason he had started this with.

He didn’t care, he gave it all away. Hard, he grabbed her by the waist, that wonderfully narrow waist atop her wide hips, and fucked her backdoor hard. His woman moaned for him, a hole lovingly getting used. The symphony of her bliss continued note for note, each moan an art piece. Walls snugly pressed onto his manhood. She existed to bring him bliss and she received plenty in return. There was no moment where she didn’t make up for the many orgasms lost.

Rave, Lee, and Lydia, they masturbated with endless fervour. They were more entranced by the sight than John was. It had been so long for all of them to see Lorelei lose herself in passion. This was so much more.

“Seed me, Master,” the woman begged, amidst her cries. Three words spoken so reasonably, yet with no reason anywhere within. Even if John could not oblige the true request, he was close to giving her what she needed. What they both needed.

Accelerating for the final spurt, he pulled on her white-blonde braid. She curved, howled at the ceiling. Her tongue stretched out, the perfect moans gaining a sloppy overtone. He was close. So close. So was everyone else, held back by John’s control. Only Lorelei was allowed to keep climaxing. There was no edge for her anyway. Only an endless fall through the clouds of ecstasy.

All moans in the room synchronized, running alongside each other when he slammed into Lorelei one last time. Then they sputtered out of control. John was claimed by a flood of pleasure. His women attempted to emulate the one getting pumped full with surge after surge of thick cum.

White lightning dominated his vision and his nerves. The bliss was familiar and yet so uniquely intense. There was no orgasm like the latest one and still this one was powerful. John bent forwards, pressed with all he had into Lorelei. Her bubble butt squished against his groin. Again and again, his balls tightened. He kept filling the gushing woman, until he was finally spent.

Breathing heavily, he straightened up. He ran a hand through his hair and swallowed. It took a minute, but reason eventually did return. “Whew…” he looked around the room. From the smirking feline Lightbearer on one of the chairs, to the two women to his feet. They still had all eyes on him. With a bit of force, he pulled the absolute Master back to the surface. It wouldn’t serve to get that side out for four women and only please one. He wasn’t even done with that one yet. “Time to-“

John cut himself off right there. He turned his gaze to Lorelei, who he now realized was limp. Very carefully, he lowered her back down, before letting go of her braid. She was still breathing, but she was about as out of it as some of his later haremettes were after first making contact with his buffed cock.

“Guess you’ll have to do,” John stated and pulled out of the unconscious seer. He didn’t specify who he meant.

Not like any of them protested a rough anal pounding.