The Gamer Chapter 1589 – Birthday Orgy 4 – A Strong Grip [Erotic Content] (Patreon)

“Hailey, Momo, Metra, Aclysia, Beatrice and Claire, stand up and follow.” The order was met by moaning approval. As they rose, the patient sex slaves left sticky spots on their cushions. Between the prolonged wait and the orgasms his commands had bestowed them, they were all turned on to a frankly ludicrous and wonderful degree.

Aclysia came just by walking along, his order having an even greater effect on her than the other five submissives walking with her. Where they were dripping, she was gushing, each step up to him another surge of rewarding pleasure. The pearls were secondary at that point.

John turned his attention to the rest of the crowd for a moment. At the edge of the central clearing, Rave had her tongue deep in Lydia’s cunt. Further moans echoed from between the trees. Despite that, the last five women knelt obediently and still where they had offered themselves. “Scarlett, Delicia, Lee, Eliana and Lorelei,” he spoke up, feeling their eager and elegant gazes on him. “Go with Siena. She’ll prepare you for me.”

“”Yes, Master,”” they all answered in unison.

They left the clearing heading east while John took his chosen six north. Four pale, bottom-heavy maids and two tanned blondes, one toned and pear-shaped, the other an alluring hourglass. It was a really aesthetically pleasing batch, most of it because his maids were so close to one another when it came to submission and masochism. The one maid he had skipped out on here was notably stronger in the latter.

Their destination was a large tree, its thick branches covering the surrounding, relatively open space. The branches looked, and were, strong enough to hold the full weight of the women he was with. He proved that much over the minutes he spent tying them all up.

John was now firmly treading on properly submissive ground. Any knot he fastened and any hook he clipped into the metal of the harnesses was met by delighted moans. Their comfort was something he granted them because he felt like it, not because taking it from them would have diminished what came next.

He created a nicely symmetrical display for himself. Aclysia and Beatrice were the centrepiece. The two long-haired dragon maids were as much tied to each other as the branches above. Cunt to cunt, their fat bottoms were stacked on top of each other. Artfully, their folded legs were intertwined, to give John all the access to their pale thighs that he wanted. That they did not need to breathe, John took advantage of by having a double-sided dildo stuffed down their throats. A taut string connecting their collars prevented them from pulling away far enough for it to leave them.

Left of them dangled Claire, right of them Momo. The two maids, just as pale as the centrepiece, had their hands and feet tied together above their heads. More rope connected to the harnesses at their sides and lower backs, digging into their perfectly presented asses and thick thighs. On both sides, a ball gag kept them from creating more than slurred moans, the egg-shaped vibrator in their cunts keeping them nice and ecstatic – while John denied them their orgasm via Lover’s Will.

A little further out, barely enough that their knees didn’t touch, Hailey and Metra found themselves in much the same position. The way Hailey’s huge tits squished between her stretched thighs was quite eye-drawing, as was the way Metra’s tail kept gleefully wagging. He was still making her more of a submissive, considering just how happy she was being all roped up like that.

Unlike the maids, the tanned two had their mouths free. It was their eyes that were instead covered by black blindfolds. Hearing the maids scream ‘Master’ was an everyday occurrence that even this roleplay could not make more venerating. Those two, he was certain, would feed him a new level of ego-stroking tones. The moans the vibrators coaxed out of them were already a nice start.

John lost no further time. Aclysia and Beatrice immediately came just from him rubbing his cocks against their pussies. He may have elected not to use extra bodies tonight, but this situation just called for Master Stud.

Even past the rubber stuffing their throats, he could hear them screaming his title when he rammed inside them. Hot and hotter, Aclysia and Beatrice enveloped him. They were both his personal cocksleeves – even beyond the occasion. By a Perk, Aclysia was shaped up to be perfect for his manhood and Beatrice had been blessed with a copy of that Perk by Gaia being nice. Most of his girls had a boon like that and those that didn’t had no need to make up for it. The difference between a tight cunt and a tight cunt perfect for his cock was the difference between a fantastic thing and a uniquely fantastic thing.

“That’s it, nice and tight,” John groaned, immediately starting to fuck the duo. His thrusts were shallow and fast, only creating little sounds that were easily drowned out by the two dragon maids screaming. “Good girls.”

Their moans matched. Their pitch matched. Their climaxes matched. Even their spasms seemed to match. The faux-twins were more in tune with each other than most if not all actual twins. Doubling the wonderful, muffled sounds that made it past them choking on the double-sided dildo (modelled after the same manhood currently sliding in and out of them) was pure fuel for John’s desire.

Hard, his hands came down on Beatrice’s ass. The passive maid was the bottom of the duo, which made her harder to spank but all that much easier to squeeze. Indulging himself in the juiciness of her fat ass, he watched its perfect copy jiggle in front of him. Aclysia was as relaxed as a maid experiencing multiple orgasms could and should be. Her bubble butt rippled like jelly. Her slender back was curved as much as the rope allowed.

John’s hand moved to grip Aclysia’s black horns instead. Their texture was smooth, but the curvature made for a nice hold. Leveraging that grip, he pounded them with increasing vigour. Front and back, their lips were drooling. John only needed to go that little bit faster, that little bit harder, and they went from overflowing to squirting every other thrust.

The maids were off into their own realm of absolute delight less than two minutes into him fucking them. Continuously, the melody of the word ‘Master’ vibrated from their throats. The backdoors were stretched by the buttplugs. Their cunts were getting filled over and over again by his cock.

Pussy juice dripped in constant streams from Beatrice’s ass. It was an utterly depraved sight and an utterly depraved feeling of just stuffing them like this. He was fucking them like they were his personal cocksleeves and he was doing so seriously with his own enjoyment first in mind. That was, mostly, because Aclysia and Beatrice were getting off too hard on being his personal set of holes to even conceive doing anything lesser to them.

The pace only increased, until their vocalizations ebbed away, replaced by whatever little grunts they could still produce while the torrent of orgasms kept them in a constant state of torturous bliss. His own release fast approached, then was suddenly there.

The force of his own thrust forced him to take a quarter step forwards to stay inside the dangling set of sexy flesh. Both his cocks pumped virile seed into ready wombs. The sex slaves attached received it not just with delight but with euphoria. John did not have to see their faces to know that. He could read it in the twitches of Aclysia’s back muscles and Beatrice’s thighs – not to mention the absolute mess they made of their joined sexes.

John pulled out, let his second cock disappear, and lingered at the spot just long enough to watch his seed pour out of their twitching cunts. Then, he immediately turned to his next personal relief toy.

Claire’s fangs dug into the ball gag, while he pulled the vibrator out of her. The crazy cocksleeve barely managed to stop herself from biting through the toy. Perhaps she remembered he had put it there for a reason or perhaps she was just too distracted by the moment he sunk into her pussy to care about it anymore. What else would she have done than to beg for exactly what he was doing anyway?

Of the set he had there, the vampire maid was the most masochistic, which made her the ideal target for an impulse John had been pushing back so far. His hands found their way around her slender white neck and squeezed.

Green eyes turned red, the tiny bit of concentration she needed to keep up the change in appearance breaking along with the seal he had on her orgasms. A split second later, they rolled up. Her eyelids fluttered. His cock slipped deeper and deeper into her.

“Such a good girl,” John hummed, immediately switching into a hard pace. Part of the benefit of submissives, especially the more masochistic kind, ESPECIALLY in situations like this, was that he could just use them. There was no reining himself in, no holding back to match their kinks because their kinks had so much overlap with his that he could just do whatever he wanted.

For tonight, he wanted to fuck.

Gaia, God, or just sheer coincidence had seriously blessed him when it came to his maids. Claire’s fat ass was every bit as bouncy as those of the previous two maids. Having just her to fuck made rutting into her that much easier. All he had to do was keep gripping that throat of hers and pound her as hard as he could.

B-cups jiggled between stretched thighs. Toes wiggled and fingers clenched, utterly confined by the supernatural rope tying her down. These were meant to withstand Eliana’s spasms, which meant that Claire was, for once, actually and fully stuck. She was not one of the haremettes physically capable of tearing herself out of that situation.

John finally let go of her neck. Different parts of him had been vying for satisfaction and neck squeezing was only going to win against thigh fondling for so long. Her smooth and meaty legs were just too fun to not grab.

Attention paid to the shape of her thighs reflected in a slowed pace. Claire managed to let out low groans. Saliva made it past her pinkish red lips and the ball gag, dripping from her chin. She shivered and laughed a little bit. Her nerves were on high alert and apparently part of her inner knees was ticklish.

The little indulgence became a little break, then gave way to a return to the rough fucking. The break had allowed Claire’s multi-orgasmic chain to calm, but not to settle. Once John was back to pounding her, she was reaching a new height swiftly.

It was almost too easy to make them squirt in this situation. They were just so turned on, just so eager to have their holes used for his personal entertainment, and just so taken up by their servile attitude that his cock hammering into them was all it took. Then again, he had spent hundreds if not thousands of hours studying not only sex but each of their bodies individually. John knew exactly how to rail his sluts.

While he was pushing her from one mind-shattering orgasm to the next, all the vampire maid did was spasm and groan for his senses to feast on. He could feel her obsessive delight at the edge of his consciousness. It was a constant chant of, ‘Master is using me! Master is using me! Master is using me!’ without a single pause. Four words, filled with more love and delight than some men got to experience in their entire lifetime.

To feel fantastic fucking such a dedicated maid was natural, to cum inside her only a matter of time. Tight folds kept on massaging his girthy rod on every penetration, until he just could not hold on any longer and gave the cumdump everything she asked for.

Balls tightened, low groans rumbled in his throat, and his seed was pumping into her with all the force her loyalty deserved. Claire was struggling against the bindings as best she could, the throes of crazed passion urging her to wrap her thighs around his waist and keep him lodged inside her for as long as there was even an atom of his cum still left to be milked into her.

John did not stay inside her quite that long, but he took his time to make sure she got as much of it as he could provide. Even then, Claire let out a protesting moan, followed by a begging whimper. She was playing the part of the sex slave, but she was still his crazy little vampire.

“More later,” John promised and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

The promise made, Claire still whimpered when he turned around. A choice had to be made between advancing according to symmetry or according to his desire for a diversified lovemaking. The surging need for tanned curves won out.

“Oh, Master!” Hailey moaned when he placed his hand on her breast. The blindfolded woman jiggled her bountiful bosom as much as her position allowed her to. It was the size of her chest, more than her having the liberty to move, that had her succeed at creating an enticing sight. Brownish pink nipples rose hard and pointy from the bikini tan lines.

The position she, and three others, were currently tangled in had to be his favourite. He loved the female body in a lot of angles, of course, but them being all tangled up and helpless like this just spoke to his soul. Thighs emphasized, tits squished together, pussy and backdoor presented between round cheeks, all of it was wonderful. If there was a single drawback, it was that the position pulled their derrieres too taut to properly jiggle.

John could make that sacrifice. Taking hold of the rope above, where the variety of bindings bundled together into one, he kept her steady while drumming on her cunt with his cock. Each time added to the gooey strings connecting them. “Please, please, use me like you like to!” Hailey moaned, speaking every bit as slowly and methodically as Rave did.

Clicking his tongue, John bowed down. He let his breath play over her ear. Her face was radiating heat. Her green eyes must have been glassy with lust by now, filled with a haze they shared. Her dark lips were spread between a smile and a desperate cry. “Cum,” John ordered her and her alone.

A sound of absolute desperation ran through her entire body. Tensed muscles struggled against bindings. Ropes dug into squishy female bits. John kept on sliding back and forth on her twitching cunt, only worsening what was an orgasm she was ordered to but could not have. One kind of John’s magic clashed with another and the one he wanted to win out did.

“Don’t you ever dare rein in your accent,” he warned her. “Now beg.”

“Oh, hon’, please use me! Use me like a sex slave! I wanna be stuffed with your big dick! Make your Hailey cum over and over for ya! Ride me, fuck me, pound me, and pump enough of that delicious semen inside me that I can believe I’m gettin’ bred!”

The country gal drawled those words with utter, lustful conviction. They were not what he wanted to hear – they were what she was actually begging for. A fact that elevated the situation from hot to mind-melting.

John did not actually realize when he had started to push inside her. He was practically through the second (or was it the third?) thrust already before he registered that Hailey’s begging was replaced by loud screams. Loud, desperate screams, bordering on and sometimes being replaced by animalistic grunts.

He had not lifted her orgasm seal. He did not intend to either – not yet. The busty blonde genius was his bimbo for the night. Between the hard slaps of their meeting sexes, she certainly was getting fucked dumb. “MASHTAHR! MASHTAAAHR, YESH! JUST LIKE THA---a-a-a-a-aaaaaaAAAT! Usheeeeee meeeee, keeeeep meee desperaaaate, yessh! Twisht my nipples! Slap me! Do whaat you waannnnnnt!”

John did exactly as the very verbal bottom suggested. Some submissives had to be taken care of, others said exactly how they wanted to be treated. Between the twist of her nipple and the smack across her face, Hailey would have cum twice if he had let her. There was no doubt what category she belonged to.

Her spread cunt was gorgeous. His cock sank between bright pink lips, surrounded by barely tanned flesh. Swollen and wet, her mons and labia stood out immensely between her fully tanned, light brown thighs. His cock was splitting the hole with every thrust. Her inside returned the favour by gripping him tight enough to emphasize her earlier begging to be bred.

‘Not today,’ he reined himself in and focused on the part of the fantasy he could fulfil: filling up her womb.

“Moooore, Mash-Masteeer! Ya can use me mhhhhmoooore! I lov’ how yourrrrr co-ah-ck is twitchin’ inside me. Make this country ga-AHH!-l your cumhhmmdump! Ride me ‘til mornin’, sugar! Ride me hard and fast and leave me drippin’ cum! Then come back to me lat’r! I’m your set of holes tonight! I’m-“

John ripped the blindfold off her. Hailey blinked at the sudden light, her pupils narrowing in the centre of the deep green. Fingers dug into the back of her dirty blonde, sun-bleached mane, keeping her head steady. Their gazes locked. No more words were spoken. John just grunted as he plunged into her tight hole with a few more, jittery thrusts.

He came. He came, practically pressed up against the entrance of her womb. He came, lifted the seal on her orgasms, and watched her expression derail. Over the course of three seconds, any semblance of genius inside those eyes was washed away by cockdrunk stupor.

Hailey reacted to his cum more intensely than most and tonight was an intense night in and of itself. Her pussy turned into a fountain, exploding with love juices. Her eyes rolled up, her tongue lolled out, and she screamed as loudly as she grinned broadly. From eyebrows to hips, the tight bundle of country cumdump was quivering.

John pulled her into a demanding and passionate kiss. Tongues swirled while his cock kept on tensing. He was filling her with more cum than other men produced in a week. She just kept on making him needy for her. Her enormous breasts brushed against his chest. It was hard to say which one of them enjoyed even that brief touch more.

Her cunt wrung every drop of cum out of him. She was so tight, John wasn’t sure he could have pulled out even if he wanted to. There was no other choice than to pump every last drop into her babymaker. Only afterwards did she relax enough for him to engage in a very slow retreat from her absolutely drenched cunt.

“Good girl.” His cock flopped out, their lips separated, and John looked at the face of a cum slut. There wasn’t even enough brainpower left inside that skull to formulate a pleading moan. That one orgasm had fried her brain for the time being.

After those three consecutive poundings, John felt just a tad exhausted. Not enough to stop, certainly not enough to call it a night, just enough to not immediately stick his dick into either one of the remaining two submissives still hanging from the canopy. There was plenty to do with them without fucking them, though.

John flipped a mental coin, as he walked to the opposite side, and swerved over to Metra when it landed on tails. He stopped in front of the blindfolded wolf-eared woman and just took her in. The position was still the same, but the way her toned body looked in it was just different from Momo and Claire’s pale, seriously bottom-heavy appearances or Hailey’s mixture of curvaceous and athletic.

Metra was a lean slab of highly alluring meat. Every part of her was enticing and she was panting the entire time, the vibrator inside her doing its work. Her nostrils flared and she slurred the word, “Massshteehrrr,” in a tone so soft, no one would have believed him if he told them this was the Breaker of Armies.

That she could smell his proximity did ruin the presence of the blindfold somewhat, but John wasn’t going to complain too much. He concentrated on the fact that, even kept at the edge of orgasm, she was capable of noticing when he was right in front of her.

John tugged at the cable of the vibrator, pulling the egg-shaped object out of her like he had done previously with Claire and Hailey. Unlike them, what replaced it wasn’t his cock but his tongue. Long and loving, he licked along the glistening line of her outer folds. What was immediately visible was tinged a dark pink, but when he spread her swollen sex with his thumbs he was greeted by a bright colour.

Folds twitched in response to his touch and the exposure to the air. Because he could, he blew air on her clit and listened to the hypersensitive sex slave moan in response. His tongue travelled along her exposed folds next, tasting the overabundant love juice. She had that slight sweetness of recently washed skin and the saltiness of fresh sweat, both of them mingling with an aroma of wild berries and metal. It was an interesting mixture, to say the least, intoxicating because of where it was found.

The overflow became a gush when the orgasm seal was lifted. Metra howled just like he liked to hear. Her dangling tail kept on wagging, loose hairs sometimes brushing against his elbows. It was every bit as endearing as ever. Not as much as the rest of her, however. John liked the monster girl bits of his haremettes quite a bit, but only because they were attached to the highly attractive female human template.

Between her thighs, up from the little bit of wrinkled skin on her stomach that the rolled-up position naturally created, just above her petite breasts, was the face of the blonde berserker. Eyes covered, her expression regardless betrayed how her mind was melting from the pleasure. Her agape mouth gave ample space for her moans and howls to leave her shuddering body. Her tongue moved in erratic, senseless ways. She licked her sharp canines. Pearly white and just so gorgeous to look at in that mouth of hers.

His tongue, long and pointy, penetrated deeper into her folds. All the sensitive spots he knew about, he prodded for all they were worth. Each was a button to coax yet more lewd sounds out of her. Pushing her from one orgasm to the next was just natural. Heaven was between her legs, and who did not love getting a taste of heaven?

It was the urgent throbbing of his cock that finally convinced him to stop lapping up her juices. On other days, he might have continued anyway, but it was his purpose to indulge tonight.

Standing straight, John pressed the engorged head of his manhood against her pink petals and eased himself in. She came for him, yet again, an orgasm that made it harder to push into her and became more and more intense as he did so. “That’s it! Master, yes! Stuff the warrior you turned into your personal bi-…-tch!”

Her voice hitched when he rammed the rest of his cock into her in one harsh movement. Metra let out a low, pleased growl in response. It was the first of many animalistic noises, as he slowly pulled back out. Even on the second thrust, he had to put a lot of his weight behind it to overcome her orgasmic spasms.

He lingered, when he was fully inside her again, and let his girth do its work of stretching her out. The constant trembling around his cock made him aware just how close he was already. Turned out that eating her out made him extremely horny – who would have guessed?

The wait gave Metra a moment to calm down. Calm down as far as a bound and blinded sex slave with her Master’s cock inside her could, which wasn’t a whole lot. The chain of orgasms was broken, but not for long. As soon as John got the feeling he could use her again, he pulled his hips back.

Initially, the pace was slow, Metra’s moans low. It was a gradual acceleration, made faster by John’s need to pound her and slower by her remaining tightness. It took a while until her pussy had properly conformed to the girth of his cock. Metra wasn’t typically one of his girls that needed such easing, but they all had their days. The human body was a mystery of interlocking parts and a facsimile made from metal and magic was no different in that regard.

Eventually, the pace was fast, Metra’s cries unashamed. The chain of orgasms had a new link forged, then another one, going on and on. The mark on her abdomen, the deepest blue on her caramel skin, was just one of the reasons why she was such putty in his hands. Percentage increases worked off a strong base and John knew he was scratching all the right itches.

Inevitably, the pace was rapid, Metra’s screams loud. The chain of orgasms was more like a braided rope of continuous euphoria. Climaxes among the climaxes were marked by grips so intense John had to slow for split seconds at a time, before the twitch relaxed as fast as it had come. She was squirting, she was howling, her ears flicked and her tongue stretched past her dark lips.

John rutted into her, one hand on the rope, the other digging into the latex covering her leg. The harness, the boots, the gloves, none of them were what he knew Metra to typically wear and none of them really fit her outside of the context of this night. For this night and this night specifically, this was the kind of sex slave she was. Utterly dependent on him to pound her tight cunt until he could move no longer – and came.

“Fuck,” John grunted to himself, while he pumped heavy spurt after heavy spurt deep into her. There was no stopping himself. There were only her tight folds and the electrifying bliss tingling up and down his spine. His balls tightened, shooting another rope of white into her. “Good girl…” he whispered.

Slowly, he pulled out, leaving yet another sopping wet cunt agape and dripping cum. Five out of six pussies had been filled, leaving only one.

John’s eyes met Momo’s. The fairy maid beheld him only with adoration. Her porcelain white cheeks were turned pink by a resurgent blush, overpowering even the constant state of excitement she had found herself in for the past… however long it had taken John to fuck the other five.

Just plunging straight into her cunt was enticing, but John had a more interesting idea. He would cum inside her pussy, he owed that much to the symmetry. Before then, he could have his fun with how pliable her mind was. Well, pliable if he was in charge.

John snapped his fingers. “Momo, Trance, Mind Control.” The words caused her behaviour to subtly shift. She was already entranced, already fully submissive, so the difference was barely notable. Arriving at the head of the bound sex slave, the Gamer began to speak in a commanding tone, “You are my sex slave and that means you love whatever way I am fucking you absolutely. Until I put my cock into your pussy, your throat will be your favourite hole ever. You will love every second my cock is in your mouth. The taste is addictive to you. You just want to get your face fucked and nothing else – until I fuck your cunt.” He snapped his fingers again. “Wide Awake.”

As he was speaking, John had minorly adjusted the way she was hanging so it was easier to access her mouth. Once he had her out of the hypnosis, he took out her ball gag. No words were spoken, Momo just opened wide and tilted her head for the optimal alignment. “Your shlave ish ready, Mashtahr,” she spoke, refusing to close her mouth for even a single syllable.

“Of course you are, you are a good girl,” John hummed. Momo let out a throaty giggle at the two words, then she was all moans.

First by her tongue, then her lips, John found his advancing cook greeted by a very enthusiastic fairy. The muscle massaged the upside of his cock, pressing the more sensitive lower side against her palate. Soon, he was pushing into her tight throat. Her neck bulged. She was getting stretched and her inside pushed back, making it a snug fit.

Momo’s pussy juice arched when she came. Her hips bucked, turning the ropes attached to her ass and thighs slack for a moment, before the tension in her abdomen resolved. More and more spasms followed, however, and it just took John thrusting into her throat a second time to make her squirt again.

‘Hypno-gasmic as ever,’ John thought, with great delight. At this point, which parts of Momo were sensitive was almost as much up to him as Undine had control over her erogenous zones. The beautiful fae was just THAT eager to be hypnotized, that her mind created sensitivity where physically there was none. The female orgasm was a whole lot more attached to the mental state than the male equivalent.

John would have leaned forwards and eaten her out in return for the favour, had the ropes not been in the way. Not that it would have competed with the enjoyment that Momo got from him using her throat as his personal sex toy. Fucking her at a leisurely pace, he reminded himself why he liked to call the mouth a ‘comfort hole’. Between the casual blowjobs he got and the general feeling of being inside this snug, wet tunnel, comfort was the proper word to describe it.

Momo just kept on gushing. Whether he was fucking her face or just staying in the tight embrace of her throat, she was rushing from one climax to the next. ‘Maybe I should have put her in the next group,’ he considered for a moment, then shook his head. ‘She’s good right here.’

The vacuum seal of her lips around his cock kept creating wet sounds, while he slowly pulled out of her. Once his cock popped out of her mouth, Momo immediately opened up wide again. Even as he circled around, she kept her throat aligned to be used again. It wasn’t until he replaced the vibrator in her cunt with his cock that her head snapped back up and her white eyes stared up at him.

“Ooooh, yeeeeesssssssss!” the pre-broken brat hissed while he penetrated her. She was ready for his cock, taking it into herself amongst new orgasmic spasms. For the moment, they were weaker than what had preceded them, she was just that much into hypnosis. While he could have fixed that with a fresh command, he preferred to do this ‘vanilla’. “Master, Master, your fat cock is splitting meeeeee!”

“Does it feel good?” John asked, already knowing the answer.

“YEEEEEEESHHHHHHHH!” Momo screamed and was swiftly rewarded with a swat to the side of her plump rear. A second closely followed, just because John wanted to feel that firm, yielding skin under his fingers. Afterwards, he just groped her as he fucked her at a hip-blurring pace.

The repeated ‘PLAP!’ of sinking into her gushing hole filled the space, accompanied by the dripping of her juices. Dripping, then pattering, when he pushed her past the boundary that normal women usually would have required a break afterwards. Sexually, she was not as abnormal as he was, but neither of them needed to stop this crazy train of bliss anytime soon.

There was just the flow of time, the meeting of their sexes, and the pleasure mounting from it. Hers, a consistent pattern of spikes among orgasmic euphoria. His, a gradual increase in sensitivity as his instincts drove him to make her scream his name or title. “MASTER! MASHTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHR!” she delivered constantly, satisfying that need.

One final thrust and he was held in place by his and her contracting muscles. Cum filled the usually sassy support, making her scream with delight at every spurt received. John lost himself in the tightness of her folds and the volume of her cry. Dots danced in the corners of his vision, framing her gorgeous face.

John was breathing heavily. His arms felt laden while he pulled on the ropes to get Momo back into her original position. Her cunt kept massaging him all the while. At times, his balls tightened again. Fresh cum painted her insides. Fresh pussy juice drenched his skin.

Taking several steps back, John beheld his newest masterpiece. All drunk on cock, all dripping wet, all filled with enough cum that even Aclysia and Beatrice still had white trails running from their twitching holes, the six haremettes made for a wonderful display. Firm butts, flat, petite, medium, and huge tits, all framed by harness and rope, along with flushed skin and depraved expressions.

“Cum,” John ordered them, and watched the simultaneous spike in pleasure among the six. Pussies glistened with fresh juices. Moans and cries caressed his ears. “Tell the others they can have their fun with them,” John told Siena, who lingered in the shadow of a nearby tree, “but they’ll remain up.”

“Yes, Master,” Siena assured him. “The preparations are complete, just as you wanted.”

Grinning, John made his way to the last batch.