The Gamer Chapter 1462 – 27 Days of Preparation Interlewd – Victory Orgy (Patreon)

John awoke the next morning from the sensation of someone dropping on top of him. Opening his eyes to the darkness of missing contact lenses, he spent all of three seconds confused. His cock was guided into wet folds. As the woman impaled herself down to the base of his manhood, a deep, throaty moan escaped her. The voice was recognizable instantly.

“Look who has recovered,” the Gamer said, while putting his sight in place.

Smirking back at him, tail wagging, Metra lost no time raising her hips back up. She was drenched with need, her pussy juice drawing gooey strands between their sexes. “Sorry I was out of it, my king,” she declared, and let out a sharp moan. “Ah! I was fucking exhausted.”

“So were most of us,” John assured her. The orgy yesterday had been an unusually short and dull affair. Something that he and she were mutually eager to paint over with a fresh layer of ecstasy.

John’s eyes roamed her toned body. She had been placed in another bed, her armour impossible to remove. Having her back in his resting place in all of her tanned glory was wonderful. Any night apart was one night too many. That she wore her wild mane open, rather than the usual ponytail, said everything that was needed about her mood. “Good girl, spotting my morning wood and taking care of it so eagerly.”

The magical two words made Metra gasp, her desire heightened. Slumping forwards she got in reach of his arm, and soon he had the wolf woman pulled down, her lips pressed against his. Hard, his hand came down on her ass, turning even her tongue rigid. Pupils dilated, the drug of love too powerful to be resisted. Penetrating her upper lips with his tongue and her lower lips with repeated upwards thrusts, he had the powerful woman turned into putty.

John peeled himself out of the cuddling arms of Eliana and Aclysia and sat up. Carefully, holding Metra with two hands on her firm ass, he turned around and then placed her where he had been lying a moment ago. Still, the harem was asleep. The sounds of lovemaking had to be more aggressive to stir these nymphomaniacs from their slumber.

Kiss broken, the Gamer leaned down to one of Metra’s human ears. “Don’t call me king again, sex slave. Remember what I am in this room.”

“Master!” Metra cried, her body shaking from the constant plunging of his cock into her depths. “Yes, fuck, you’re the breaker of my brain. The absolute stud that made me his bitch, in every sense of that word! King, Master, doesn’t matter here – you’re my owner! I’m your sex slave, I love that! Fuuck, I never felt ssshooo gooooood!”

Hard, her legs closed behind him. Lower body rolled up, torso pinned under him, the caramel cocksleeve was capable of only two things: moaning and taking his every thrust. Pressing her into the mattress, John made her subject to a simple, straightforward, and highly effective pounding. The need to get out the seed that had accumulated during his sleep made him rut into her with animalistic fervour.

The strength of the thrusts shook the bed. It was far from the monstrosity they had back at home, barely even large enough to serve the needs of the entire harem as a resting place. All of them, cuddled tightly together, stirred in their shallow sleep. It was close to their waking hours anyway and the screams combined with the tremors were definitely enough to overpower the acquired tolerance for sexual sounds.

John raised his head slightly, to find that Eliana and Aclysia were feverishly masturbating right next to him. With a disapproving growl, he grabbed the pretty little psycho by the throat. “Who allowed you to pleasure yourself, breeding hole?” he asked her.

No answer could be given, not while he was making sure the minimal amount of air made it through her windpipe. Although she did stop fingering her cunt, Eliana was gushing. More intensely, by all measurements, than before.

“I’ll be merciful. Keep going,” John ordered her, as he released her throat. Eliana inhaled, tried to thank him at the same time, and managed to choke on her own words. Coughing and moaning, she trembled right next to them. On the other side, Aclysia’s pale form writhed in the dark sheets. A glance towards her was enough to let her know that, had she been more masochistic, he would have done the exact same thing to her.

Instead, he returned his attention to the sex slave whose cunt had been constricting around his cock throughout this entire display of power. Metra was a glassy eyed set of curves underneath him, a woman that had surrendered her all to him, knowing that the only thing that she would get in return was pure bliss.

John hooked his thumb into her cheek and pulled until he got a nice view of her pristine teeth. Sharper than those of any human, the fangs looked like they could effortlessly tear raw meat from bone. The visual reminder of just how dangerous the First of Wrath was only made John’s need to pump her full more urgent. “You like it when I dominate other women, huh?”

“A seksh shlahve shoullld looove seeing her Mashtahr get mooooore,” Metra declared.

“Good girl,” John grunted in agreement. He put the arm around her head and went back down. Fingers scratched harmlessly over the muscles of his back. Her nose was buried in the curve of his neck. Aggressive breaths caressed his skin. Then, he went back to rutting into her like he was a dog fucking a bitch.

The constant ‘plap, plap, plap’ of his groin hitting her drenched sex were the loudest sounds in the room. They were accompanied by the choked moans of a sex slave blissed out of her mind and the soft patter of pussy juice raining down on the bedsheets. The blonde cumdump was trembling constantly underneath him, her senses blissed out.

The grip of her folds proved too much, after several minutes of hammering her. One more plunge and his balls tightened. Staying deep inside her, his morning load pumped into her. It was equal parts relief for him and a reward for her services well rendered.

Metra took to the reward with a wall-bouncing scream that stirred even the most stubbornly asleep haremettes from their dreams. Each intense tensing of her toned muscles ended in her further drenching their sexes with repeated spatters of love juices. Running his fingers through her hair only made things worse. “Hnngh… ah… hrrrrr,” she let out a variety of noises, all of them made lewd by her particular intonation.

When the tenseness of her legs waned, John pulled out of her. The excess of his cum oozed out of her agape cunt, as she came to rest in the wet stains they had created together.

John lost no time. Rested and with Metra present, the lust of victory attained surged ahead in all its might. Gripping the white hairs of the maid and extremely masochistic submissive, he pulled both to his cock. Pink and purplish lips parted around the sides of his shaft. He let go, only keeping his hands loosely on their heads.

Kneeling on either side of him, they glided up and down the sides of his cock. Licks cleaned the taste of Metra and seed off him, sometimes extending into a kiss as deep as possible with a thick dick between them. Hands between their plump thighs, they gave themselves the physical pleasure to compliment the bliss of serving.

Softly, John thrust between their venerating lips and looked around. The nightly cuddles rapidly transformed into a sapphic love pile. Sylph was sitting on Lorelei’s face, grinding against the seer’s lips with every intent of reclaiming her station as the horniest haremette on the planet. The white-blonde woman was desperately trying to rub her cunt, but the silk strip of the chastity belt remained stubbornly in the way. ‘Not quite yet,’ John thought.

Nia and Scarlett had between them a very flustered Gnome. The two slender women were both rubbing the cunt of the brunette while riding her widely spread thighs. Constantly, they whispered little descriptions to the earth spirit, keeping her voyeuristic gaze darting from scene to scene. Her hips bucked up, the combined pleasure of the view and the slender fingers working clit and folds too much for her.

Rave had a hand on Delicia’s throat, keeping the smug brat quiet while she played with her. Latched onto her tits, the Gamer’s fiancée was coaxing repeated trembles from the shortstack. The very clear shortstack, at that moment, green-skinned and extra short as she was thanks to the goblin mutagen.

Hailey and Momo were making out with each other with intense fervour. Pressed chest to chest, the heavily tanned and the paper white woman were rubbing their wet cunts against the other’s thick thigh. The enormous tits of the country gal utterly dominated the petite breasts of her partner. An unbalance that only made the visual more enticing.

Siena sat against the wall, one of the large, new pillows making her back comfortable. The primary sadist among the girls was taking full advantage of her position as one of the few female doms in the room. Nightingale was licking one of the shadow spirit’s sizable mounds, Claire the other, and between the alluring thighs, Lee was pulled down to the glistening cunt by the flexible tail wrapped around her throat.

Likely engaged in some sort of competition, Nathalia and Salamander were giving Beatrice a full body service. The repeated kisses all over her form broke the passivity of the white-horned maid. Massive, hot breasts pressed into pale curves. Fire spirit and dragon grinned cocksure at each other, eventually ending up in a three-way kiss with the maid.

Last but certainly not least, Undine was giving Lydia the kind of kiss only a slime girl could. That was to say that, past the mashing of blue and red lips, the queen’s throat was bulging from a tentacle-tongue sliding down the sensitive neck. Not the kind of woman to just take it, Lydia asserted herself even while this throat-fucking continued. Undine tilted her head back and moaned intensely into the kiss, her sensitive tits getting kneaded with deliberate roughness.

The sapphic sights constantly shifted, piles melding, breaking up, or exchanging members. John could have joined at least two of them at any point, but chose to enjoy the wanton gazes all of them shot him and this him alone. His cock was the centre of lust. For all of the pleasure they could bring each other, the ecstasy of him fucking them was above all of it.

The constant affection of Aclysia and Eliana pushed him over the edge. Their tongues kept gliding over the engorged head, but neither got to claim that seed that spurted from the tip. All of the second load, no less thick than the first, rained down on the toned curves of the blonde babe. Writhing underneath, she let it all decorate her in the most erotic fashion. Once the spurts had reduced to the occasional drop falling on her still agape cunt, she scooped some of his seed off her perfect midriff. The muscles of her visible abs trembled from the excitement and the pleasure of sucking his cum off her fingers.

Aclysia and Eliana backed off without the need for an order, swiftly finding other haremettes all too eager to taste his precum on their lips. Alone with Metra, as alone as two people could be while surrounded by the alluringly writhing forms of twenty other nubile women, John just stared at the green eyed blonde for a few moments. Took in her petite breasts rising and falling with each pant, formed into seductive sounds by her pinkish brown lips. The body of an Olympian, he could see her muscles give definitions to every last part of her – only ever so much that it showed her peak physical condition without compromising on all the curves that made her womanly. The taut, light brown colour of her skin was flushed with desire.

Visually sated, other needs rose to the forefront. John grabbed Metra by the hips and turned her onto her stomach. Her fluffy tail moved to the side, leaving all of her perfectly smooth ass on display. Gently, she raised it, her juicy ass spreading for his viewing pleasure. Otherwise prone, she laid there, ready for him to do with her as he wanted. The puckered sphincter glistened from love juices and cum that had trickled down to it.

When he pushed his cock against her backdoor, she immediately relaxed. There was only one purpose to this hole and he had trained her well in loving it, not that it had been difficult to.

Metra let out depraved, animalistic grunts while he shoved his well-lubricated cock into her alternative hole. “Fuck, yesssss, Master, claim, conquer, and mark every last bit of what is rightfully yoursssss,” she hissed and raised her ass a little higher. “By the gods, this cock will… it’ll break me all over again…”

“And I don’t even have to try,” John mused. With one hard thrust, he sank the rest of the way inside her. Metra gripped the bedsheets hard. “You’re ready to break for me whenever I want, right?”

“Ye-eeesssshhSSSSSSHHHH!” Her response turned into a scream, and immediate rough pounding stretching her sphincter. The savage grunts of a sex slave blossoming truly in her role as relief filled the room. “Cock! I love you! Love youuhr cooock!” Metra screamed. “I’ll serve! I’ll forgeeeeet everything… everything eelssshe while I’m your little broken cockslee-“

“Break,” John interrupted her sensical stream of lustful words with that single word.

And Metra’s eyes rolled up.

The order set off a squirting orgasm and a cascade of incessant screams. As hard as her position allowed, she thrust her ass back at him. Giving her a little room, she soon was on her knees, bottoms up and top down. Face turned to the side, she drooled into the bedsheets, tongue out, and eyelids fluttering.

Giggles made her tremble, although they were a secondary factor to the full body spasms of her repeated orgasms. “Sleeeeveeee… Cockshleeeeveeeee… cock shlaaaaaaaave…” she slurred between her cries. Her sphincter was equally relaxed and gripped the length of his cock each time he glided out of her heavenly tight backdoor.

Slamming back into her was an ass-jiggling moment of pure glory. All of his cock vanished inside her. The toned cheeks of her butt, totally relaxed, rippled from the impact like jelly. Framed between his hands on her waist and his groin pressing into her, her fuckable derriere was a pancaked yet round display of all the things John loved about women’s bodies. Curvy, squishy, slender, taut, yielding and yet firm, all of that and so much more.

Something snapped inside him and he lost any last pretence of measurement. With a broken submissive before him, he could not help but become a broken dom. Mercilessly, he slammed into her. Each impact was a sharp smacking sound that cut through the all-present moans of a harem in victorious haze. Moans that gradually diminished, the lesbian engagements halting and then stopping.

In the corners of his vision, the Gamer spotted the haremettes forming a ring around them. They knelt. Some of them sat on their asses, legs spread wide. Whichever it was, they were all facing him and Metra, while he fucked her beyond her broken stupor. They rubbed their cunts frantically in an attempt to achieve an echo of her ecstasy.

Metra kept on squirting. The intensity of getting railed like this soiled even John’s legs with the repeated sputters of clear pussy juice. Ravaging her had only two goals: for him to cum and for her to cum her brains out.

Looking at her, laughing and screaming, he had more than achieved the latter.

John pulled out of her ass and forcefully turned her stomach upside again. Even the yanking of her arm seemed to make Metra orgasm. The front was still covered here and there in strands of sticky semen, too stubborn to be absorbed by the sheets.

That she was a non-biological entity removed any worries he had about taking his cock out of her ass and then ramming it straight down her throat. Upside down, sprawled out in front of him, she gave him the perfect view of his cock stretching out her neck. Her heels pressed into the sheets. Hips shot high into the air. She squirted intensely again, the cascade of pussy juice decorating Momo and Gnome. The duo all too eagerly tasted the love fluids on each other’s skin. Even as they did so, their eyes never once left the scene of John fucking Metra’s throat.

On the edge, John only lasted long enough to make eye contact with each of the haremettes once. Rave’s approving grin. Aclysia’s approving gaze. Nathalia’s hungry lick of her lips. Eliana’s blank-faced wish to be treated just like that. Gnome’s embarrassed, blissful observation. Salamander’s half-lidded appreciation. Undine’s constant trembles. Sylph’s feverish bliss. Momo’s broken defiance. Lydia’s lip biting appreciation. Nia’s overtly orgasmic expression. Siena’s sadistic grin. Scarlett’s deeply wanton blush. Beatrice’s patient panting. Lorelei’s envious shifting. Lee’s eager attempts to time her orgasm with his. Nightingale’s passionate display of her outstretched tongue. Delicia’s fondling of her tits for her own masturbation. Claire’s wide-eyed veneration. Finally, Hailey’s surrendering display of herself.

All of it because he was there.

One last time, he plunged to the hilt into Metra’s throat. One last time, Metra’s hips shot up into the air. Far from the last time, he came. Spurt after spurt of seed pumped into the broken sex slave of Newman. Tremendous orgasmic jolts made her limbs and hips jerk in various directions. Only her mouth remained in place. Pinkish brown lips, obediently pressing against the base of his cock. Upside down cheeks, caved in, vacuum tight. Her throat vibrated with muffled screams. All of it in the service of sucking every last drop of seed out of him.

It worked. It worked so well, John lost vision for a few moments, even the magical connection to his contact lenses turning white and fuzzy in response to the overwhelming pleasure. All was wrapped in cotton and heat.

He barely caught himself, the orgasm ebbing away just before he fell over. “God fucking… this is why it pays to have happy sex slaves,” John gasped, barely holding onto his soul while he pulled out of Metra’s throat. He escaped with a loud ‘pop’, closely followed by a giggling sigh. “Actually enslaving women would never get me this,” he mused, while the broken cocksleeve lapped at his balls, lavishing them with undiluted love. “Metra, rest for a bit.” The order was acknowledged with an affirmative moan, the licks slowing down. “I have other gorgeous women to attend to.”

The Gamer raised his gaze to find his next partner in the shivering crowd. The victory orgy would have to continue until he had each of their holes at least once. That was just how these things went.

It took him all morning.