The Gamer Chapter 1509 – Italian Beach Episode Interlewd – Maid and Shadow (Patreon)

There were certain oddities in every friend group. The harem was far from an exception. Because of how tight-knit they were, social contagions had a habit of catching on as long as one of the more influential haremettes proclaimed them with enough gusto. One of the most prominent examples of this was the harem’s practically official rule to not have sex on the beach. Rave had read up on some horror stories about what sand in lady bits could cause and thus they avoided it like the plague. There was a silent understanding that it made very little sense, especially as powerful as they were now, but they followed it anyway. It somewhat extended even past penetration and went all the way to any kind of intercourse at all.

The harem was paranoid when it came to the health of their lady bits. John, even if he knew this was an overreaction, tended to agree. Many jokes could be written about them not liking sand, so John hoped the press never got wind of this. The memes would be unending.

In any case, since the beach was out, John found himself in quite a pickle. While there may not have been release to be found at the beach, there was plenty of pressure to build up by watching his scantily clad haremettes glisten in the increasing starlight. The elementals had woven their influence together to keep the sky clear and the stars bright. Even without a weather tower, bad weather was purely optional for them these days.

From the back of the mansion extended a veranda of smooth stone. There was a hot tub there, where they could rinse off. Where the stone met the sand, therefore, was the magical barrier beyond which sex was okay.

John was heading there, erect cock annoyingly bouncing with every step. He had lost his trunks, torn them off purely because they were constantly straining and there was nothing to hide anyhow. Behind him walked Aclysia, ready to tend to his needs, her nipples already poking through the little fabric of her black mini bikini.

One step over the edge of the veranda, and John’s shadow moved. Swiftly, the alluring curves of a certain shadow spirit manifested. What flimsy excuse of a swimsuit she had worn was equally discarded, leaving her midnight blue curves fully exposed. Dark blue nipples crowned large breasts, their firm shape all the more alluring for the remainder of saltwater still making her glisten. Drops pearled down between them and gathered in the line that connected her sternum to the depression of her navel. What water still escaped from there made it all the way to her crotch. The dark lips were slick with a stickier kind of fluid.

Behind him, John heard a disappointed little mumble, but he was too distracted by moonshine-reflecting lips of dark, greyish blue, pressing against the side of his shaft. “Not even going to wait until I wash off?” the Gamer asked.

“I like the taste of salt on your skin.” Siena’s lascivious voice cascaded down his ear canals, into his brain, straight down his spinal cord, and manifested in an intense twitch of his demandingly erect manhood. The giggle the midnight elemental let hear next had a slightly diminished effect. Her tongue extended, and made true on her words, tasting his shaft.

Every little motion of her curvaceous body reminded John just how sexual a being she was. She made it impossible to forget, from the thickness of her thighs to the way the wiggles of her plump butt translated into the shaking of her breasts – incidentally the only three areas of her that could be described, in the most flattering sense, as fat.

“Sit down,” Siena whispered, nudging John to one of the beach loungers that had been put up even before their arrival. Seat taken, the Gamer tilted his head back, the pleasure of Siena’s lips wrapping around his manhood simply too much. The lips sat tight around the edge of his glans. Swirling, her tongue tasted him. It only lasted a few seconds. “Ah, yes… this is the kind of taste I fell for… the salt does add a little variety to it all.”

Behind the shadow spirit, Aclysia whimpered again. The maid had taken the remaining three steps up, but now stood there watching without purpose. Something in the mood of the moment kept her proactive spirit at bay, buried under her intense submissive side. She was still one of his servants, after all – in all things.

“How about you tell her to obey me for a little spell?” Siena’s question was as soft as the laughter of the distant haremettes, rolling up from the beach.

Her tongue extended, inhumanely long and dextrous, from her mouth. Its pointy tip slithered around the base of his cock. It coiled into a tight spiral, then slowly dragged up. A bit of precum spurted out at the delectable pressure, as the two layers of the coil bumped over the depression between shaft and engorged tip. Swiftly, her tongue slipped back behind her pillowy lips.

Then she was all kisses. Wet smooch after wet smooch, kissing and licking more of the salt off his length. Her nostrils flared, debauched inhales taking in his musk. Sometimes she stopped for a split second, to bite her lower lip, only to follow the pause up with a particularly passionate lick. Dominants knew to worship just as well as submissives.

“You’re the supreme Master, yours is the authority to claim anything,” she continued to weave her words, keeping John mesmerized with a hand, combing through her own, wild hair. The way the strands moved, silky and fine, was unlike anything else. Silvery-white eyes beheld him, slit pupils dilated into oval ponds of black in the twin moons. They were as impossible to escape as a lake of tar. “If you tell your little maid to be my doll for the night, then she will know to behave.”

John found it inside him to resist the allure of the faux-succubus for long enough to ask a question, “And what do you offer in return, mistress among my submissives?” Even if she was no true demon, a pact could still be made.

Siena had expected the question and leaned back towards his cock. “I’ll give you a taste in advance,” she whispered, sharply this time. For a moment, her fangs glinted. Her mouth opened wide, as if she was going to bite. John was too used to her games to even flinch away and was rewarded for it.

Taking all of him into her throat in one swift dive, John’s cock vanished. Little of the base remained visible. The primary proofs of its existence were Siena’s stretched lips, jaw, and bulging throat. Audibly, visibly, Siena played with her breasts and pussy. She needed no permission to do so, and only would have taken it as mere encouragement if John had even tried to assume that authority.

Little by little, she slipped upwards. The inside of her throat was simply human. A tight set of walls, pressing around his cock. It wasn’t until the tight seal of her lips had reached the tip of his cock, and she had swallowed the last remains of salt that may have been stuck to his skin, that she suddenly went all the way down again.

Introducing John, once again, to the pleasure hell inside of her.

A true succubus could not have a throat more ecstatic. The walls had shifted into a corridor slippery and tight, folded and smooth, all at the same time. It was alien, like Undine had modelled herself in inspiration. The abysstide elemental was quite close to the shadow, so there was no surprise there.

Siena’s inhumanity was channelled in different ways. There were tendrils, a myriad of them, but they were mere additions to the shifting of her shadow walls. Precision tools to massage specific spots, while her inside writhed and pulsed around him. Waves travelled up and down like a pumping hand, folds coiled and turned like a sex toy, and trembles rhythmically turned underneath it all, as if Siena was bobbing her head. Yet, she was still. Still, his cock was buried all the way inside her wet and warm throat.

Trying to hold on, John gripped the armrests of the chair. It was no good. Siena demanded him to cum and so he did.

Seed pumped down her throat in a vast surge. Siena’s insides were whipped up into a frenzy, by the pleasure drinking his cum brought her. The hell descended several circles, the constant motions around him turning into a cacophony of sensations that overwhelmed all his senses. The male body was even less built for multi-orgasmic experiences than the female one. Not even John’s superhuman physique entirely overcame that fact.

In near uninterrupted streams, his balls emptied down her throat. Blissful white static dominated his perception. Barely, he managed to note Siena’s rolled up eyes and her slowly gliding upwards.

It was ever difficult for them to separate. From the endless pleasure of her throat, he first slipped into the moderate bliss of her mouth, then the delightful pause of fresh air. His senses recovered quickly, to a degree, while his cock continued to tense and pump white hot seed over Siena’s gorgeous features.

The shadow spirit giggled. Excess of the enormous load ran in thick strands from her dangling tongue and agape mouth. John had no idea how many of his orgasms had overlaid, but it had been enough to turn the midnight elemental incoherent with delight from drinking his cum. How much was spilled, enough to decorate her face and tits in a layer of debauched white, was perhaps the truest testament to it all.

Siena’s eyes rolled back down amidst a series of rapid blinks. Her perverted, open-mouthed smirk turned into a simple grin. That she looked like a whore at the end of a particularly intense Japanese cocksucking porn did not bother the sadistic dominatrix in the slightest. They were beyond her distaste for blowjobs, her need to always look powerful. Covered in his seed and his seed alone, she looked incredibly hot.

Squishing her large tits for emphasis, spreading the seed that had been running down her cleavage, Siena made even more of a mess out of herself. “Did the service in advance please?” she purred.

“Your throat will be the death of me,” John stated, factually. For a moment there, he had actually felt his balls being empty. Source of Satisfaction’s update interval was less than a second, but it apparently was not quite zero.

“Just my throat?” Siena straightened up, revealing her crotch and thighs, positively drenched by her overflowing honey. In one smooth motion, she placed her voluptuous ass on John’s upper thighs. Broad legged, she sat on top of him, face and chest all sticky from his juices, pussy and thighs from hers. His still erect cock hid the view of her slit, but when she spread open her labia between two fingers, he had just the barest view of her light blue insides. “You remember how much… delight… you can experience here?” Gently, she rubbed her exposed insides against his shaft – and cooed.

John nearly went mental in that second.

“God, I can’t wait to pump you full of my children,” the Gamer growled.

The aggressive confession made the shadow spirit’s tail stop swaying behind her for one moment. Then it resumed with double the intensity. “Careful what promises you make, I might like them too much,” the shadow spirit sighed. In all elegance, she turned around. His cock was hotdogged between the buns of her truly enormous ass. Her clean back dropped on his chest. Reaching up with one hand, she stretched alluringly, showing off her cum-coated state without letting any of it touch him. She knew very well how to play around his likes and dislikes. “I remain curious what this motherhood will be like,” she whispered, in all sincerity. “I have no concept of it. I merely know that, as much as my friends delight in its idea, I want it too. A little us.” Her index finger extended into a sharp claw. Leaving only a pleasant tingle, it scratched over the left half of his jaw. “Now, do we have an agreement, my perfect partner?”

“Aclysia,” John’s voice was hard, when he looked up. It made the maid nearly jump with joy. “You’ll obey Siena for whatever comes next. You understand?”

“Yes, Master. Mistress.” Aclysia bowed her head deep in front of both of them.

“Closer.” A sighed command, that Aclysia obeyed without hesitance. The maid’s shoulders trembled. Pussy juice escaped from the clinging fabric of her tiny, black swimsuit. Aclysia was doubly perceptible to the rewarding pleasure of his orders, having a personal Perk in addition to the general. Each of Siena’s orders now triggered that same double service. “Strip.”

In trembling elegance, Aclysia pulled off first the top, then the bottom. Firm, medium sized breasts jiggled, while the bottom clung to her sticky crotch, and when it finally dropped, the maid began to spasm. Her pussy gushed from the intense surge of obedient pleasure.

While the long-haired dragon maid struggled to remain straight, bouncy bubble butt and thighs twitching, Siena tutted. “Did you orgasm without my permission?” She shook her head, not expecting or wanting an answer. Instead, the fat bottom of the shadow spirit glided up John’s midriff. The grinding of plush flesh continued until his cock sprang out between her legs. “Ensure she doesn’t do it again, please, darling?”

“Fine,” John whispered into her ear, “but only if you cum for me.”

Siena acquiesced to the order, her own trembles beginning when Aclysia’s gradually ebbed away. Under the maid’s loving gaze, John’s hands squeezed the spasming elemental’s curves. Fingers pressed into thick thighs and trembling, large breasts. Hard nipples pressed against his palm, a little, “Rougher,” animating him to turn the squeeze into a demanding grip. Deep blue thighs pressed against his cock, nearly burying the shaft with their plumpness.

Nonchalantly, John raised his hand from her tits to her mouth. For all her dominance, there were things that were vaguely submissive that Siena enjoyed. Sucking the cum that had stuck from her breasts to his hand off his digits was one of them. His other hand, she demandingly moved to her cunt, practically curving two of his fingers into her in the process.

Above them, Aclysia still stood, her gaze devouring the scene.

“You love watching,” Siena noted.

Aclysia nodded sheepishly, as if she was half asleep.

“Tell me why.”

“Master deserves all of us,” Aclysia answered immediately. Her hips trembled as she spoke, rewarding pleasure surging through her, but no orgasm ever manifesting. “It is not the scene itself that I adore, beautiful as it is. It is the knowledge that my John is getting what he rightfully deserves that makes me tingle inside and out. Master is too brilliant to go unsatisfied, too intense to be deserving of only one of us.” Her smile was hungry, lustful, and entirely removed from traditional values. “I have adopted my Master’s views on what he desires, so is it not natural that I enjoy my one man getting his many women? And you, Siena,” she fixed her gaze on the moon white eyes of the midnight elemental, “you have shaped up so gorgeously. Even if your desires are incompatible with Master’s, you have found a wonderful niche, for the best of all of us.”

Female submissive and dominant smiled at each other, their roles so different, yet their agreement so intense. “Kneel,” Siena spoke a single word and the maid gracefully dropped to the floor. John could feel her excited pants on the head of his cock.

Wiggling her voluptuous ass, Siena grinded the softness against his abs, her cunt against his fingers, and made his cock glide between her lubricated thighs. The little wet smacking sounds her motions created were overpowered for a split second by Aclysia’s excited gasp. Like a collar and a leash, Siena’s tail had wrapped around the dragon maid’s neck, jet black and with the texture of latex.

Opening her legs again, Siena drew Aclysia in with her tail. Black claws disappeared, leaving behind slender blue fingers. “Keep your mouth closed.” The order went against Aclysia’s instincts, centimetres away as she was from her Master’s cock. Siena grabbed the black, backwards curved horns of the maid and yanked her the rest of the way forwards.

John elected to stop fingering Siena when his cock hit his knuckles. The sensation of being pinned by Aclysia’s face against the swollen labia was infinitely superior. If Siena minded his decision, she did not let him know, instead cooing approvingly when he refocused his attention on the swing of her near absurdly wide hips and the softness of her breasts.

“We’ve done so much together, since you ordered me around as a substitute maid as punishment for my transgressions.” The distaste for the memory was clear in her voice. “Oh, how I hated you back then. Respond.”

“I loathed you in my own way. You knew of Master’s greatness, yet chose to rebel and hurt him because you deemed him like all the scum you had known before.”

“And I was wrong.” Even sitting on top of him, Siena took the moment to crane her neck and smile back at him with a love so pure it did not fit the situation. “He’s so much greater, it defies comparison.”

“And you bettered yourself,” Aclysia continued, her Master’s cock still pressing against the side of her nose. “You’re one of us, Siena. I love you, mischievous as you can be.”

“And I love you, obstinate as you can be,” Siena purred. “Keep that mouth wide open.

Over the shoulder of the shadow spirit, John watched Aclysia’s green eyes sparkle with submissive glee. “You're both just too good for me,” he whispered, the smooth tongue of the dragon maid gliding up his shaft, while Siena dragged her head up.

“”No, we aren’t,”” the dom and sub responded in unison, then the pink lips of the latter were pulled over his quivering manhood.

Aclysia’s mouth was wet and warm. Her tongue worshipped him with what little time it had, before the continued descent of her head pressed the tip of his cock against the back of her throat. For a moment, there was resistance, then his cock slipped deeper still in one swift movement. Only the back of Aclysia’s white head was visible to John, beyond the barriers of Siena’s large breasts and plump thighs. John pulled out one of the Ego Blades from his inventory, just to have it serve as an alternative viewpoint.

“That’s a good toy,” Siena praised, while directing the up and down of Aclysia’s movements. “Suck his cock for me, Aclysia. Get him nice and ready.” The words transformed the happy wiggling of the submissive servant’s hips into a needful gyration. Her soft lips tightened, her moans intensified. Each bob of her pretty head became a rush of pleasure, adding to the bottled up bliss inside her bottom-heavy frame.

Siena’s tail uncoiled from Aclysia’s neck. The fifth limb stretched nimbly, then was brought down on Aclysia’s ass. The spade-shaped tip smacked down with the intensity of a measured swat. Both of them moaned, the little sadistic indulgence carefully measured to match Aclysia’s limited delight in pain.

Back around her throat, the tail resumed its purpose as a collar and leash. Siena pulled Aclysia all the way off John’s cock. A disagreeing grunt escaped John’s throat. “Ah,” the shadow spirit moaned, her breasts still the focus of his attention. Kneading them brought her almost as much delight as it gave him. “So impatient… so vigorous.” Siena directed the maid to the bottom of his shaft. “You’ll have what you deserve soon enough, my saviour. Aclysia, ease him into me. No hands.”

What followed was heavenly. Gasping and moaning, the maid pressed her tongue and lust-flushed face against his manhood. She was a mess, sticky fluids making her face glisten, especially her lips and chin. Carefully, she used the pressure to push the head of his cock into Siena’s readily aligned labia. The outer lips parted, then the shadow spirit took over.

Descending slowly, Siena let out a prolonged cry that soon reached an orgasmic pitch. The walls of her pussy gripped him all human-like, the oddities of her insides not yet engaged. “Lick my… clit!” Siena ordered, between shivers, then howled at the sky when Aclysia did as ordered. Pussy juicy gushed over the maid’s face. She lapped up what she could. John`s cock twitched, when the large motions brushed over his sack and shaft.

Siena’s patience was not enough to even wait out her own orgasm. Past the greatest of her spasms, the hungry elemental began to bounce. Arms behind her, using John’s chest to stabilize herself, she bounced up and down at a needful speed. Her fat ass descended over and over again, its mass rippling under the taut, midnight blue skin.

“Oh yes, yes,” Siena vocalized her bliss, “you’re so deep… Ah, my saviour, you don’t even… you can’t know what you do to me… Hmmm… you’re filling me so completely… All I am twitches when I think of you… Such a good ma-h-hn-nn—nnnn…”

Suddenly his cock was removed from orgasmically clenching insides. Demandingly, Siena’s tail pulled on Aclysia’s neck. It had the strength to drag the maid right back to the head, albeit not quite the dexterity to pull her back over it. The maid only needed permission, not encouragement, and took him all the way inside her throat again.

John did not lose a beat himself, digging three fingers into Siena’s agape cunt. The extra touch was all the shadow spirit needed to scream again. “Enjoy it!” her high-pitched voice managed to form. “Suck that hard cock. Please your Master. And then… make him cum inside me!”

A little scream vibrated around John’s cock, from delight or terror or both. Regardless of what it was, Aclysia served him with long, quick bobs of her head, until the pitch of his voice gave away how close he was.

Again, he was pressed into Siena’s cunt by the maid’s tongue. Again, she descended. This time, it was his body that strained and quivered as she descended. Her ass flattened against his groin. The sight and squishy feel was all he could take.

Siena giggled erotically while circling her hips. Each spurt he pumped into her caused a ripple through the shadow spirit. Outwardly, she remained mostly composed, but inside, her folds shifted and massaged. A ring of pressure travelled up from the base of his cock, then dissolved near the top, only ever stroking his length one way. Wildly, little bumps and tendrils added to the milking of his cock.

John’s heels pushed against the ground, his back against the backrest. His hips bucked up repeatedly. More and more of his seed pumped up into the faux-succubus, whose laughter turned more torrid by the second. Just when he thought he had given her all he had, Aclysia’s venerating lips met the place his cum surged from.

The act of worship caused a sudden resurgence. John trembled and moaned, pumping yet more of his thick seed into the shadow spirit. Then, it finally abated.

There was a short lull where he and Siena just got their breathing under control. She recovered much faster and made use of it. With swift, certain motions, she rose from his lap, grabbed Aclysia by her horns, and pushed her to the ground. “Have your fill,” Siena whispered, loud enough for the maid and her Master to hear, just before she straddled the servant’s face.

Losing not even a second to dig in, Aclysia lapped the oozing cum from Siena’s agape cunt, then extended her dragon tongue to reach what was deeper. Siena moaned approvingly at the eagerness. Simultaneously, she grabbed Aclysia’s legs by the knees and pulled her lower body into a raised display.

‘God, I just love bubble butts,’ John thought. From his seated position, he was presented with Aclysia’s ass in all its glory. It about matched Siena’s in size, being minorly smaller, despite Aclysia being a hand-width taller. That only went to show how juicy the shadow spirit’s seductive curves were, not to diminish anything about the maid’s crafted and firm ass. Legs raised and spread, the white skin was tightly drawn over the twin mounds.

“The back hole,” Siena suggested, between moans.

Such an invitation could hardly be denied.

John pushed out of the chair and squatted down over the presented ass. Aclysia’s bottled up lust had been overflowing for a while now. Her sphincter glistened almost as much as John’s cock. Pressing against her asshole, he penetrated her as easily as it could get when it came to that tight entrance.

Smirking, Siena bent down, claiming the second of the maid’s lower holes. “Allow her to cum,” the shadow spirit requested.

John nodded and waited. In silent understanding, Siena extended her own, inhumanely long tongue into the awaiting cunt of her fellow haremette. John took over the duty of bending Aclysia’s supple body into the desired position, leaving Siena’s fingers to tease the maid’s clit. Then, when the two so different loves in his life were fully engaged with each other, when his cock was buried to the hilt in her backdoor, he removed the seal.

Aclysia screamed with such intensity, the laughter from the beach became silent for a moment. All in the Protected Space was Aclysia’s release. This only lasted a few seconds, before the squirting, spasming maid pressed her lips back against Siena’s cunt and resumed her work. “Tshank you,” she slurred between laps of her extended tongue. “Tshaaaaank youuuu, Mistressshhh!”

Cooing and giggling, Siena did not respond, too busy attending to the honeypot, streaming with fresh juices. John engaged in a single-minded focus himself, holding onto Aclysia’s legs as he pounded her against the stone floor. The screams of delight were universal.

It was simple, straightforward, monotone and delightful. In and out of her tight hole, fucking her with enough force to make the stacked duo of lovable women shake. Aclysia was lost in a consistent stream of pleasure, the undammed ecstasy continuing to flow from one explosive orgasm into the next. Siena shuddered whenever the submissive’s efforts paid off in a release for her.

All the while, John kept on thrusting. Nothing fancy, nothing creative, none of that was really necessary when it came down to it. In the end, the most satisfying sex could come down to holding one pace consistently, repeatedly pressing all the right buttons, until, finally, the demands of the body outweighed the will to cling onto pleasure.

With one final thrust, John pressed down on the cushion of Aclysia’s round bottom and unloaded. There was no synchronized orgasm this time. Aclysia had been cumming her brains out for a while; Siena was content just watching the two of them go rigid.

“Such a splendid cock and such an obedient sleeve,” Siena purred, reaching around to softly roll his tightening balls in her slender fingers. A moment later, she pressed a kiss on Aclysia’s clit. The twitching cunt squirted one more time, a last surge of cum filling her backdoor. Then, the lightning in John’s spine ebbed away, and all went calm.

John slowly pulled out of Aclysia, too sensitive for sudden movements. When his dick emerged in full, he was still hard, not least of all because of the still so thoroughly cum-coated sight of Siena. The midnight elemental was gorgeous at her time of night, seated on Aclysia’s face. The maid’s attempts to worship were sluggish and unsuccessful, her body too wrecked by pleasure.

“We should clean ourselves now,” Siena purred. “Make room for more… you still have more for me…” She grabbed his cock just as the oversensitivity faded. It twitched. They exchanged smirks.

They returned to the beach a little while later.