The Gamer Chapter 1587 – Birthday Orgy 2 – A Light Touch [Erotic Content] (Patreon)

John returned to the central clearing. The scene was unchanged, his haremettes still on their knees, the soft red of the dusk-light painting their curves with soft shades. It worked magnificently for some and just well for others. Most of the four women that John picked for his first group were in the former group.

Light played around Rave like a mantle. The red got stuck in the most independently minded of her chaotic hair strands, surrounding her head like a halo. This was true especially with the half-orderly state she had gotten her hair into. It seemed the curse compensated for the lady-like bindings by sending more individual strands here and there and everywhere.

Nathalia’s orange-red hair was elevated by the tinge of the light. Her curvaceous figure allowed for deeper shadows to be cast, especially by her truly massive tits, the athletic definition of her midriff, and her thick thighs. Sitting still and elegant like that, the ancient dragoness felt almost matronly, a stark difference to the slutty image she usually projected.

Salamander, similarly, was complemented by the light. It elevated the good qualities of her skin tone and she got to cast that same juicy shadow as Nathalia with her own plump tits and wide hips. In John’s humble opinion, the fiery buzzcut looked wonderful in this setting (and all others). There were those that disagreed. Luckily, he did not have to care about their wrong opinion.

The only one that wasn’t entirely favoured by the light was Sylph. The short woman’s green hair and pale skin did not benefit from this specific tint. It did not hinder her either, it had to be said. Her petite hourglass was every bit as alluring in its shortness now as ever.

John called out to the four women and gestured for them to rise. Elegantly, they did. Nathalia stood closest and bowed her head while the other three strutted over, high heels making their hips swing more than usual. “Thank you for the chance to serve you, Master,” Nathalia said. Her enormous breasts swayed like a pendulum. She straightened back up, and their weight sagged as much as breasts of that size naturally had to sag, before near unreasonable firmness applied itself. Nipples were placed further apart, just because of the sheer size involved.

The bouncing of Salamander’s tits caught his attention next. Her and Nathalia’s pairs were oh so similar in their size and shape. The colour was, of course, different, but these two hotheads truly had the nicest racks in his entire harem. ‘I’ll have my fun with those… Wait, why wait?’

The two women softly sighed when his hands cupped one tit each. Satisfying weight resisted the push of his palms. Squishy flesh spilled past his fingers. Heat, truly incredible heat, enveloped his digits. He flicked their nipples with his thumbs and they moaned. It wouldn’t take long for them to orgasm if he continued. They were sensitive that way on the worst of days and the scene did not leave them unaffected. Pussy juice dripped from the pearls, stimulating their sexes with every shift of their hips.

John tore himself away from the scene. “Follow,” he ordered and walked into the scarce underbrush. A few large leaves covered his path like a curtain, easily brushed aside. After just a few metres, he stopped again.

Three trees created between them a space quite small for six people. Snug was what John wanted anyway. Siena stepped out of a different part of the underbrush, handing him the rope. Wordlessly, he grabbed Rave and quickly applied his handiwork.

A basic wrist tie was all he did. It was neither elaborate nor tight. Two slings around their arms, a fastened knot in the middle, and excess rope that he proceeded to tie to a branch of one of the three trees, Salamander and Nathalia sharing branches on the same tree. He kept plenty of extra rope bundled up in the knot, to lower Rave further if he pleased. He repeated that for each of the women that he had ordered to follow.

In terms of bondage, it barely even entered the field. They would be able to pull their hands free with just some effort and the rest of their bodies were entirely untouched. Even if the actual restriction was negligible, the kinky sight was genuine. Rave, Nathalia, Salamander and Sylph stood, arms raised, under the branches that John had tied them to, their nubile bodies for him to do with as he pleased.

They were all in arm’s reach. All he had to do from brushing over Rave’s full lips to scratching Sylph’s ears was turn. Following a whim, John took the quarter step up to the arcvolt elemental. The tied up, short woman slowly tilted her head back, amber eyes devouring every bit of his muscular form on her way up. Once her wanton gaze met his, he began to scratch her behind the bunny ears again.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered in a low voice. He could visually follow the words seeping into her brain like a drug. Her mouth parted softly, her eyes became a little glassy and her shoulders trembled. “Can you go into heat for me, little bunny?”

“Yes, Master,” Sylph crooned, between her chirpy and serious tone. It only took a few seconds for the resistance she put up to melt away and for her to turn into an absolute mess of desire. Drooling from both lips, she let out heated breaths. Her gaze snapped down to his cock.

To be surprised that she jumped and wrapped her legs around his hips would have been idiotic. What John had asked entirely overpowered the elegance she had so carefully studied. The rope bunny cried in delight, pressing her hot cunt against his cock. Too heated, the angle was off, and so he slipped off her tight entrance. The electrifying wetness of her sex pressed, moist and tingly, against his underside.

Plain-faced desire dominated Sylph’s entire being. She was so far gone, she could not even consider pulling away enough to impale herself on his cock. Leveraging the hug of her smooth legs, she grinded up and down, spreading her pussy juices all over his manhood.

John gripped her waist. She was tiny, yet also so wonderfully curvy. His hands found a nice place to rest on the roundness of her hips. His fingers pressed into her shapely, little butt. Using quite a bit of force, he pulled back. The moment he managed to get his cock angled, all of her resistance doubled. She tried to pull him inside with all she had and John let her.

Hard, he slammed into the air spirit’s cunt. The storm inside began to whirl at the sudden split of her tight folds. Pink lightning crackled around Sylph, sending bliss through John’s synapses. His erection twitched inside her. Her walls gripped him. She came.

Sylph screamed her proverbial lungs out, managing to form a singular word: “COOOOOOCK!” Her entire being seemed focused on giving his manhood a snug embrace. John focused his entire being on rewarding the gushing bunny by overcoming the grip of her thighs. The desperate moans that accompanied him pulling out were all the sweeter for the ecstatic cry when he slammed back inside.

John pounded her where they stood. The ropes and her legs kept the air spirit nicely anchored for his thrusts and his pulling arms to do all the work. Framed by dark leather and steel rings, her medium breasts jiggled. Her thighs were too tense to follow suit completely. Her heels dug into his back, always focused on getting his cock back inside her.

Slam for slam, orgasmic scream for orgasmic scream, he fucked the bunny girl. As he did, the storm inside her kept ramping up. The walls around his cock were as solid as they were shifting, a vortex of energy that massaged his manhood. Bolts of pure pleasure rained down on the length of his cock.

The more her cunt massaged him, the better he felt, the more sensitive she got. Already in heat, it took very little for her to be squirting every other thrust. She utterly drenched both of their sexes and the grass at his feet. Even the Lover’s Will mark adorning her abdomen was covered in glistening wetness.

There was no grace to the way he fucked her. He had no patience for it, not yet. He needed to rut into her, to make her scream, and to fill her up. “MASTER! MASTER! MOOOOOORE!” Sylph screamed ever more coherent words, signs of her slowly returning sanity. Orgasm for orgasm, he was driving her a more reasonable kind of mad. “CUM! CUM! CUM! GIVE ME YOUR CUM! PLEASE! PLEE-E-E-EAAAASSSSSSSE!”

He would have scolded her for such unbecoming behaviour. A sex slave did not beg for cum, she just was thankful when she got it. Still, it was the state that he had requested she would be in that made her cry those words and so he took them with the usual glee.

Plus, he was too busy clenching his teeth to answer.

Groaning, he drove into her cunt a few more times. The dangling, green-haired cocksleeve screamed and laughed, drunk on lust and the impending euphoria. Fully sheathed inside her, he stopped. His cock created a soft, visible bulge on her stomach. He lingered, then came.

Sylph gushed like a broken faucet when the first of his seed pumped into her. A cumdump of the highest need, she screamed with wordless ecstasy. The message was understood by all that heard it. It was the delighted cry of a concubine that got everything she wanted. Her pussy was milking him for all he had in that moment.

Eyes rolled up, tongue stretched out, she made for too delightful a sight not to kiss. John dominated her with his tongue as much as he did with his cock. Each rope of seed filling her was another muffled moan reverberating against his lips.

He pulled out, when her motions became sluggish and her breathing calmer. Her half-lidded gaze followed him. She wanted to be used more, but her delight in and adherence to the play were stronger. “Thank you for cumming inside me, Master,” she moaned and let go of his hips. Her feet hadn’t even touched the ground again before excess of his seed began to drip from her twitching, agape cunt.

John channelled the lust the sight inflamed into whirling around. Gripping Rave by the hips, he spun her around. Rope and wood creaked under the shifting weight. The feline Lightbearer let out a delighted coo, then a sharp moan when he smacked her round ass. He spread her cheeks, to get a nice view of her cunt and the butt plug above. “Siena, get Nathalia and Salamander on their knees,” he ordered, while thrusting into his first fiancée.

“MASTER!” Rave shouted with sincerely submissive delight, just as his groin smacked against her perfect ass. The clap of their enthusiastic meeting, the grip of her folds, the way her bubble butt cushioned the impact, it was all unforgettable, had always been. His entire being jubilated at his cock being clamped down on by the massaging wetness of her pussy.

“God, each time I’m inside you, it’s just better,” John groaned and slumped forwards. He pulled her tight against his chest, pressing into and against her as much as he could. Tilting her head for him, John found the room to cover the space between her raised shoulder and neck with love bites. “Two years and I just keep going crazy for you.”

“My holes are yours, Master,” Rave purred, a hint of her usual cheekiness making its way into her tone. “You made me aaaaaall yours. This cunt?” She tensed the muscles behind her walls. “Shaped by your big, hard cock, Master. You made me your personal size queen.”

John’s hands roamed all over his cat-eared sex slave. Fingers travelled parallel to the smooth leather strings of the harness, following them to her firm breasts, to the collar, to her clit. “I’m going to use you now,” he grunted in her ear. “I want you to scream for me, toy.”

“Yesh, Mashtahr,” Rave answered, her speech slurring, as he used the Lover’s Will mark to ramp up her sensitivity. He pulled out, the simple friction causing her pussy to drip. He rammed back, the impact making his betrothed submissive shout.

Between raised sensitivity and her own delight in the situation, that second plunge was all it took for Rave to cum. Her voice was silenced for one moment by the bliss, then John pounded into her a second time. Orgasmic bliss turned into mounting ecstasy, each thrust faster than the last. Rave swiftly found her voice again and did as he had ordered her – she screamed.

“Master! Yes! YES! YEEEEEEEES!” Her words were underlined by steadily intensifying smacks of flesh against flesh. “Pound your personal pussy! Use your wi—llllllliiiiing! Willing slaaaave! Oh, ye----- Master! Yes, you are… Oh, yes, Master! I love you! I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUUUCH!” His left hand was working her clit, adding rapid wet noises to the mix. “MASTER! I’M YOUR… I’M YOUR PROOOO-oooper--- PROPERRRRTYYYY! AH! AH! AAAAAAH! YOU’RE… you’re going to make me…” Her drawling moans suddenly turned hasted and heated. “You’re making me squirt! You’re going to make me squirt! Oh… Master… yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ye- MASTEEEEEEEEEEEER!”

The scream echoed through the little forest, overpowering all other sounds. Wave after wave of pussy juice audibly rained down on the grass. Head still buried in the corner between her neck and shoulder, John got a wonderful view as his trembling sex slave lost total control of herself. Her face was a display of pure animalistic desire realized. Lips pulled back, sharp teeth revealed, her eyes were half rolled behind her partly lowered lids. Her hands above the wrist-bindings were clenched into tight fists.

John could not help himself and he had no reason to hold back anyhow. One of his fingers hooked into her cheek and pulled gently, giving himself a nice view of the feline fangs his girlfriend had grown after her quarter-fusion. ‘Fuck, I love dangerous women,’ he thought, feeling his cock twitch inside her at the sight.

Even though her hot tunnel gripped him like a vice, John kept on pounding her. The increased tightness was just a reason to go even harder. Rave’s hair was shaking from the sheer force of her Master’s need to use her. Wordlessly, she screamed out her approval. Her pussy just kept on gushing. Their sexes and the insides of Rave’s long legs were entirely drenched now.

John suddenly straightened up. He smacked Rave’s ass between two harsh thrusts. His fingers, wet with the juices of rubbing her clit, left a mark on her bouncy behind. Every time he drew his hips back, their mixed love fluids drew sticky strands between them. Every time he pushed back in, she gushed and came again.

Staring at that heart-shaped pillow of an ass, John accelerated to the point of a blur. Rave’s scream stopped, only because the repeated impacts interrupted her breathing. “Ye-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eee—e-es, Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ssssteeeee-e-e-e-e-eer!“ she exclaimed, still loud. “Fiii---i-ii-i-ii-iiiiii…” John suddenly switched to shorter, harsher thrusts. “Fill! Me! UUUUUUP!”

Rave managed to shout with renewed vigour, just as his balls tightened. He closed his eyes, imagining the way his seed pumped into the depths of her womb. Each tensing of his shaft was a renewed allure, a new guarantee that one day he would fill her up with more than just a batch of pleasant hot cum.

For today, this had to be enough. When he opened his eyes again, his self-acclaimed sex slave hung from the bindings. Her ass was only up because he held it, her torso only because it was indirectly secured to the branch above. Rave’s head hung down, ragged, irregular breathing making her tremble all over.

“Good girl,” John whispered and scratched her behind the ears. The spasming went through a resurgence, massaging the last drops out of his cock. “That’s a good pet,” he told her, kissing the back of her neck. He would have nibbled on her earlobe, but Rave was one of the few girls that got nothing out of that. “Such a splendid sex slave.”

“Tha-ahnnk you, Mas---tahrrrr.” Rave’s voice was all lovey-dovey and gooey. Between the intense aftershocks and the head scritches, she was a gushing, melting, submissive embodiment of… something incredibly adorable yet sexual. She was too beautiful for comparisons, really.

A part of John urged him to keep fucking her, to see if he could break her into full submission like he had with Metra. Two parts spoke out against that. One was that his fiancée was gorgeous as she was and to make her another one of his full submissives would have cheapened both her and them. Second was that, if he could do that, he would have succeeded at it a long time ago.

Rave was a switch and that made her current submission all the more delightful.

“I’ll come back for you later,” John purred into her ear. He pulled out, making Rave squirt one more time in the process. The clear pussy juices gushed and were closely followed by the excess of his giant load dripping from her cunt.

Siena stepped up next to him. “May I?”

John considered, then nodded. “With these four, suit yourself.”

“Most gracious, Master,” the shadow spirit squatted down in front of Rave. Her monstrous tongue swiftly invaded the feline Lightbearer, making her moan all over again.

John glanced at Sylph, who watched the whole scene with rapt attention. He decided to leave her hanging for the time being, even if that was a ‘waste’ of seed. After he had his fun with the last two, he would decide what to do with her.

Salamander and Nathalia, as per his order, had been lowered to their knees. Their hands remained tied above their heads, their curves clad in the harness that John aimed to make use of with those two.

First, he sat down on a broad root, extending from the side of the carefully designed tree the two fiery sex slaves were attached to. Covered in fluffy moss, it made for a pleasant seat. The curvature of the tree would allow him to lean back, after he was done with what he wanted to do next.

“Get closer.” Pulling elastic bands out of the Sex Dungeon inventory, he attached them to a ring between the shoulder blades of Salamander and Nathalia. A second, then a third string was added, then he repeated the process for the other side.

The final product was a ‘cage’ of elastic, smooth material around their breasts. Chest to chest, their enormous fun bags were squished together and confined by the strings, creating a unified cleavage of light brown and bright red flesh. A little bit of shuffling, and the duo’s tits enveloped John’s manhood.

The Gamer let out a pleased moan and sat back. “Serve.”

“”Yes, Master,”” the hotheads agreed with delightful swiftness. Just like their words, their motions were in tune. Rising and falling, the duo moved their sensitive breasts along the length of his shaft, gasping and moaning all the while.

Would it have been easier to just unbind their hands? Absolutely. However, watching them like this was a special treat he couldn’t get every day. Arms bound high, they had to use their entire bodies to properly provide that pleasurable friction. Their overabundant breasts partly spilled past the three strings that, on each side, kept them nice and confined. Flexible enough to let the duo move a bit and yet strong enough to keep their tits pleasantly pressed against his manhood, the strings did all the work he could have asked for.

Salamander and Nathalia adapted quickly to the unusual circumstances. Where their hands would have usually provided alternating rhythms and pressure, here they had to rely on each other. Typical competitiveness made room for silent understanding. One yielded, the other curved her back, shifting pressure to one side, then the other. Both pulled back, then both pressed together with increased intensity.

For thirty seconds straight, John was between their squished chests, as they moved rapidly up and down. Massive tits swayed, momentum carrying the pliable flesh upwards, before the direction reversed and they spilled all over his groin. Salamander’s oil-like sweat mixed with precum and Rave’s sticky juices, soon making the entire process incredibly smooth.

Even their rise to orgasm was similar, their Libido just as close to each other as their tits were made to be fondled, squeezed, and to surround his hard cock. The rapid up and down came to a halt when they reached climax. Backs arching, they kept indirectly serving John with their involuntary twitches and the reverberations of ecstatic cries through their smothering tits. Between their F-cups, even his hard cock was nearly entirely covered. Only the very tip of his cock was visible.

“Use your tongues,” John gave a straightforward order, one filled with magic. Both women shivered when the reward of obedience coaxed them along. Pointy, inhumanely long tongues slithered past their full, red lips. They squeezed between his hard cock and its soft surroundings, coiled around the shaft in a double-helix of venerating wetness. Between the shifting muscles, he could still feel the abundant softness of their hot bosoms.

They did not wait for their orgasmic spasms to settle. There was no point to it anyhow. Their nerves were ablaze with passion and they moved swiftly. The previous up and down was joined by gliding, dextrous tongues. Pleasure from incredibly sensitive breasts was joined by that of obeying his order.

John folded his hands behind his head and just watched the service unfold. Tongues and tits, fantastically warm, massaged him. The service was incredible, enthusiastic, experienced, and thorough. Doubtlessly, the best part was just how hard the two redheads got off on it. It felt wonderful for him, absolutely, but they were absolutely getting off on it – repeatedly.

The more they served, the more they got lost in a multi-orgasmic haze. Eyes dulled. Drool dripped from wide open mouths and joined the abundant lubrication between pliable tits. Their rhythm got less and less creative, until it was just the heated up and down of spasming sex slaves, seeking to prove their service worthy of their Master.

Gradually, he approached orgasm. Every bounce of their tits made him groan, every tensing of their tongues tremble. There was no plunge over the edge. Constant, loving attention brought him to the point of no return at a moderate pace. His hips bucked up. He was close. He was closer. Then, he finally came.

Forehead to forehead, Salamander and Nathalia received as much of his seed with their open mouths as possible. More, much more, of the sticky white that gushed from their joined cleavages decorated their faces and fat tits. They kept pushing back and forth, while their tongues masturbated his shaft in unison. Hard spurts kept on plastering their smooth skin with his enormous load.

All three of them calmed over the course of a minute. Nathalia and Salamander kept spasming, the heat of his cock between their breasts continuing to have an effect until he removed the stretchy strings and with them the tension that kept their tits pressed up against it.

They were a sight for a Master’s eyes, the lower halves of their faces covered with ropes of cum and their breasts covered in so much more. “Good girls,” John groaned. Those two words always just felt so… appropriate in situations like these, no matter how often he said them.

The duo beamed upon hearing them. All eyes in the little gathering followed him as he stood up and stretched. Siena had since cleared out most of Sylph and Rave. “Unbind them,” John instructed the shadow spirit. “You four can come along, watch and do with each other as you please,” he allowed himself an un-Masterly smirk, “but only with each other. I have tighter plans for the rest.”

“Three, two, one,” Rave counted down, before everyone, in unison, said the phrase of the day.

“”Yes, Master.””