The Gamer Chapter 1606 – Raid and Adventures Interlewd – Breaking Jade [Erotic Content] (Patreon)

John wanted nothing more than to lift the short empress in his lap up and impale her on his cock. Back or proper entrance hardly mattered, he just wanted to be inside her, make her bounce and scream, until her high pitched voice could no longer keep up with the pace at which her perfect ass was rippling. He would fuck her until her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled aimlessly.

Alas, he still was limited to certain actions. He could touch her in all places, but the only hole he was allowed to penetrate was that sensitive throat of hers. Not the worst trade-off in the world, all things considered.

‘But why rush to the part where I screw her brains out?’ John asked himself and licked his lips. There were ways to engage her that he hadn’t tried yet that he was still allowed to. “How about you climb on my shoulders?” he suggested to the barely calmed tomboy.

Lulu glanced over her shoulders, jade eyes reflecting the mirth of her smile. The rest of her body turned quickly, presenting her slender torso to him. In a way that was as much comedic as it was enticing, she glided up on him, shoving her petite boobs in his face in the process. It was the kind of over-affectionate touch reserved to animals and horny women with a sense of humour.

Once she stood over him, one of her squishy thighs landed on his right shoulder, her foot hooking against his back for balance, just like her hands reached for his head. “I do like this view a lot,” she purred, her tone notably shifted from the submissive tone to one of calm demand. She gently pulled and he obliged.

He got to marvel at the pretty pink of her pussy for a mere second. The outer folds, slightly widened by the work of his fingers, twitched and glistened. Then, his tongue connected and the annoyances of human anatomy took the majority of his sight away. It was replaced with the taste of the empress.

She was almost too sweet. Her overflowing honey had a fruitiness to it that was as pleasing as it was odd. It occurred to John regularly how blessed he was that all of his girls seemed to have either the diet or genetic/magical predisposition to being just delicious to eat out. A fact that he more than eagerly indulged in.

Hands sunk into the butt of the imperial tomboy, while his tongue penetrated deeper. The sensitive spots he had already scouted out were swiftly found again. Lulu spurred him along with little cries, “Yes… just like that… ahhh… this is so… mhhhm, yeee-ashhh… I’m cumming… oh, John, you’re making me cum already…!” Her words remained soft and sensual, even as her body tensed up.

Both their pairs of hands gripped more intensely, to keep the orgasming tomboy standing. Slender fingers dug into his short hair, while he got to experience the undiluted glory of pliable cheeks spilling between his digits. Gushes of sweetness filled his mouth with every lap of his tongue. He kneaded her ass, partly because he wanted to, partly because her spasms constantly shifted her balance, forcing him to adjust his grip.

Looking up her flat midriff and the pink womb tattoo marking her as his future haremette, John found the soft rises of her small breasts and, above them, the dreamy smile of a woman that had had more satisfying orgasms in the last thirty minutes than the previous ten days. “You’d be worth keeping as a harem boy, if no-“

John gave her a sharp smack to the ass, interrupting her midway through her joke. A sharp, surprised and yet pleased cry echoed through the room. “I don’t like being called a boy,” he told her, and she nodded. Good girls and good mistresses both understood boundaries.

“Well, my man,” she said those words without a hint of sarcasm, “can you make me cum… four more times before you do?”

A challenge, with Sylph still bobbing her head in his lap like the nymphomaniac she was. One he happily took and ultimately succeeded at.

The imperial tomboy still underestimated him, apparently. When he returned to eating her out, he did so with all the vigour and skill he had to offer. There was no Lover’s Will mark to increase her pleasure here, only his own effort to make her climax again and again.

The first orgasm came after less than a minute. Lulu stammered half-finished sentences, while he tongue-fucked her tight little hole relentlessly. The second orgasm followed immediately on the first, John just not stopping to let her recover. For the third, it was much the same, and Lulu’s limited words turned into singular exclamations of lust. For the fourth, John reined himself in, keeping the pace slow, easing her towards orgasm while he was being brought to his own. The tip of his tongue circled her clit, backed away when she was close, then penetrated her deeply when she had recovered.

When John was near the edge, he pushed her over it. When her love juices filled his mouth in squirting explosions, he came down Sylph’s throat. The volt bunny, the Gamer, and the imperial tomboy all locked up as orgasms rolled through them. Rave’s and Lydia’s hands roamed over the three of them. The head of the harem whispered, “Gorgeous display, tiger,” in the Gamer’s ear.

The climaxes ebbed away, Sylph let John’s cock pop out, and he lost no time to take control of the situation again. He lifted Lulu, still spasming, up and turned her around again. On her back, facing him, he placed her on the sturdy coffee table.

During her recovery, Lulu got to take in the same sight that John did. The U-shaped couch was filled to the brim with writhing women that now no longer needed to concentrate on the meeting around them. The only point of focus now was the unleashed nymphomania that kept each of the horny women in its soft hold. There were vast differences, of course, between those whose Libido was ‘merely’ in the high double digits and those that were moving in the multiple of hundreds.

Sylph was completely lost to heat, getting her brain fried by Siena, Undine, and Claire simultaneously taking care of her. The shadow spirit was the conductor of the entire scene, holding the little woman in place while Undine’s tendrils teased and Claire’s tongue penetrated.

Nathalia and Nia were locked in a passionate kiss. Lee and Gnome were sitting side by side, masturbating, one at a moderate pace, the other feverishly. Next to them sat Lorelei, her breathing quickened by excitement, but her clothes still on. Nightingale was eating out Metra. Aclysia and Beatrice were in the scissoring position. Jack was getting ridden by Lydia, while Jake was fucking Salamander’s tits. Erotic scenes played out all around, every last haremette living out their fantasies.

Once John had let her drink in the scene, he descended on Lulu without hesitation. A coffee table was not the best place for what he had planned, but it worked well enough. His cock landed on the adorable woman’s face, causing her to take a deep inhale of his scent, before aligning herself in the way he wanted.

Lips and tongue greeted his advancing manhood with eager heat. He pushed deeper and deeper into her, reached the barrier of her throat, and then pushed further. Tightness greeted him, wet tightness and moans, vibrating around him as he pushed even further. He took in the sight of her bulging neck, then leaned forwards. His elbows on the wooden surface of the table, he once more took hold of that perfect ass. He had to arch his back to make up for the size difference between them, but that was a minor point of discomfort, easily made up by the now full sheathing of his cock in her throat.

He was right back between her legs, intensifying the vibrations around his cock with every lick of her drenched folds. There was nothing demanding to her body language anymore. Lulu had fully switched from her middling domination to her full submission and now was getting her throat fucked while he ate her out like a man possessed.

John measured his tempo, not for his sake but for hers. While Lulu’s submission was up there with the most obedient of the women around, her masochism was rather light, and so the asphyxiation that came all too easily with using her like this had to be kept in clear boundaries. Two or three thrusts at a time, then he let her breathe. Each time he did, he doubled his focus on her smooth cunt.

What John wouldn’t have given to be inside Lulu’s head at that moment. For her to feel the realization on her whole body how little they had yet tapped into how good he could make her feel. Just in the little time since pulling her into his lap, he had upped things from fingering, to fingering with haremettes, to eating her out, to stuffing her sensitive throat while eating her out. Each stage was more ecstatic than the last, made all too evident by the near constant gushing that gradually created a little pool on the table.

That throat was tight and oh so eager to be pleased. There were no sensitive spots, aside from the very back of her throat. By and large, it felt like it was the rhythm that did it for her, the stretching, the stimulating of her tongue, mouth and the depths of her upper hole. There was so much fun to be had there, so much opportunity to make her climax over and over again.

Still, John dreamt of the day that he would show her all of the fun things he could do to her. He imagined the day he would finally be inside her and fill up her womb. A fairly standard mental image to orgasm from.

John’s cum spurted down Lulu’s throat in the typical thick strands. This was the only time he allowed himself to stay balls deep inside her for a prolonged period. Too lost in her own delight to care, the imperial tomboy just kept gagging on his cock, failing to produce any other noise besides throaty groans with the erect manhood twitching inside her stretched neck.

Each rope of cum down her gullet was a new high in her own climax. John pulled away, to take in the sight of her squirting all over and past the table. Adorably, her wide hips trembled, bucked off the table, settled, and then shot up again. Multi-orgasmic twitches kept her in a state of movement until John removed himself from her throat.

Lulu was left on the table, trembling and gasping for air. Her lover (her only male lover, to put it more accurately), backed away fully, falling back into his position on the couch. Swiftly, Aclysia and Beatrice moved over, seizing the opportunity before anyone else could, to cuddle up to him. They nuzzled up to his sides like… them. There was really no comparison to just how sexy and adorable it was when two nearly identical dragon maids attached themselves to one’s sides.

“Master, are you done with her?” Aclysia asked.

“Master, she still seems to be capable of thinking,” Beatrice added.

“Astute observation,” John hummed, running his hand through the perfectly messy ponytail of the passive maid. “How to put this… I guess I can say that the buffet is now open.”

There were chuckles and rolled eyes, sometimes both at once. Much of the sapphic activity around the room dissolved, to re-centre around the coffee table. Nathalia, Eliana, Gnome, Momo, Nia, Metra, Scarlett, Lee, Delicia, Hailey, and Undine – a dozen haremettes surrounded Lulu like a swarm of… again, a simile fell flat. There was nothing quite like seeing half a harem inspecting a prospective member in all details.

Since John had now kissed both of the woman’s lips, there was no need for the harem to hold itself back in any of those regards. The Gamer watched, with a broad smile on his lips, while the remaining bit of sanity was kissed, licked, and caressed out of the imperial tomboy by an insatiable cascade of horny women eager to learn every little bit about the newcomer.

The Gamer, meanwhile, leaned back. His arms around the two maids, he did not have to wait long for them to elegantly descend, taking turns deepthroating his manhood. Lulu’s moans transformed from ecstatic to dreamy, while the members of the ‘feast’ cycled between all present haremettes.

There was so much more to this lifestyle, but Lulu just didn’t have the stamina for it yet.