The Gamer Chapter 1622 – Raid and Adventures Interlewd – Dommy Bunny [Erotic Content] (Patreon)

“Finally,” Sylph purred.

The arcvolt elemental waited for him in one of the many isolated bedrooms of the estate. Their purposes were naps and lovemaking, nothing in-between, and John knew what purpose he was here to fulfil. The already naked, green-haired woman rose from an armchair by the entrance. Two long struts took her up to John. Arms behind her back, the ever chirpy woman had an unusual air to her. A restrained, alluring smile adorned her pretty face.

John found himself stunned by her beauty. No, not stunned. There was nothing to her display that made him unable to act. Rather, he found himself so entranced by her casual, determined, graceful motions, that he was put under her spell. He was not stunned, he was enchanted. His heart beat harder in his chest already and all he had done was step into the room.

‘Women,’ was the only word in John’s mind. How he loved them and how easily they could tangle him up with their influence. The shorter, much shorter, woman put a hand on his chest and got on her toes. It would have been unfathomably rude not to bow down.

Sylph’s lips were electrifying, literally and figuratively. Pink lightning jumped between their lips in little sparks. She smelled of a flowery meadow, with all its nectar, and of honey. She smelled of electricity and incoming rainfall. She tasted of berries and sweets. Her tongue took the lead with such care that he found it all too easy to let her have it. Her hand pushed against his chest so gently that he never felt out of control.

Even if she had never done it before, the volt bunny knew how to play the scene when she wanted him to be the submissive in it.

The gentle push turned into a shove. John let it topple him over. The trust fall ended with his butt in the cushions of the bed. As naked as she was, he expected her to climb on top of him. His hands were ready to receive her, his lips ready to once more be at the receiving end of her elegant caress.

Sylph only brushed over them with her thumb. “Not yet, John,” she said, her voice deeper, even, and controlled compared to the usual chattering. It was that tone that Metra loathed and a tone that John usually found amusing. Combined with her restrained movements, it was so deeply enticing. This was Sylph. There was still the skip in her step and the ever cheerful attitude in her golden eyes. Knowing that made her gentle dominance all the more erotic. The same woman that usually begged for ice cream now swung her hips as she walked back to the armchair.

“…What am I supposed to do?” the Gamer asked, genuinely unsure. With Siena, he knew what kind of sub he was expected to play, the same was true for Rave. Sylph was uncharted territory.

Just keeping her smile up, she said, “You just sit there for as long as it pleases me,” and ran two fingers over her mons. The swollen tissue around her pretty pink lips was one of the few places the small, slender woman had any notable body fat. The rest was in her medium sized breasts and her shapely thighs. If ever one needed a definition of the words ‘petite hourglass’, Sylph was it.

Little gasps escaped her pink lips, while she rubbed her delicious-looking pussy. Angling her legs, the heels resting on the edge of her seat, she spread her labia with two of her fingers. “Like what you see?” Sylph cooed, presenting her twitching insides. For all the storm that erotically swirled inside her, the outer folds looked entirely human – entirely gorgeous. Bright pink and twitching, they invited John to walk across. Alas, he was given no such order.

Lifting her fingers, the green-haired woman let the fat mons jiggle back into place. Hairless, they glistened with her growing wetness. Another sigh escaped her, so soft it was nearly overpowered by the wet noises of her gliding finger. Only a single one moved up and down the trench of her womanhood. Thrice, she tapped it, before slowly moving the digit upwards. A sticky standard artfully spread between the tip and her pussy.

It broke. The rest of the juices sticking to her fingers were soon victim of her tongue. Sylph audibly slurped every bit that she could of her own love fluids from her digits. Her amber eyes always rested on him. John was entirely entranced by the sight. Watching women, especially his women, masturbate was always delightful and this was even more intimate than usual.

“I’d tell you to start stroking…” Sylph let out a long, wanton sigh, as she bundled up her cascade of pale green hair. She tossed it over the backrest of the chair, making sure it did not get in the way. “…buuuuut even if you did that, you’d not accomplish anything so… Just – keep – watching.”

The Gamer nodded and Sylph giggled. No ‘Yes, mistress’ was required, just his compliance.

Sylph’s right hand trailed back down her body, while the left gave a nipple a little twist. The infliction of pain made the volt bunny moan out loud. Her back arched, pronouncing the flatness of her stomach as fingers brushed over it. She stopped, for a loving moment, at the mark above her womb, outstandingly dark on her pale skin. Then, she was back to playing with her womanhood. She gave the jiggly mons a little tap, giggled to herself, then sighed, long and loudly. Two fingers curved into her.

The pointy-eared air spirit slouched in the seat as she pleasured herself. Her petite figure trembled with each in and out of her wet cunt. Grace was replaced with jitters. She was such a delectably horny creature, incapable of holding her position for more than a minute once she started to actually finger herself.

The wet sounds grew louder and lewder. Her hips bucked off the seat, grinding against her very own hand. She kneaded her firm breasts, made their moderate size bounce as much as they could, all for the viewing pleasure of the man on the bed, three steps away. Still, her amber eyes, now entirely filled with desire, rested on him. She devoured him with her gaze, traced every shadow his muscles cast, and bit her lower lip.

Slipping further down in her seat, Sylph pulled her legs against her chest. From John’s perspective, she was a tight bundle, primarily consisting of her pleasantly round butt, her thighs, the bit of her face between her knees, and the feet that were raised into the air. One hand was poking out between her thighs, working her clit at a steady pace, the other reached around, fingering her quim. Her arousal had made her sex swell to the point that her pink lips were on full display at all times now, parting her mons.

John did not need to see her lower face, he could hear her smile in every cry of growing lust. “Mhhhmmm, yes, keep watching me!” she ordered. Her toes wiggled in the air. Soft thighs tensed up into more toned displays, as little spasms travelled through her tiny frame. Little spasms turned into intense jolts and cries into one prolonged, loud moan.

Pulling up into a tight bundle, Sylph climaxed. Her fingers suddenly slowed, then stopped entirely. She shifted. Her breathing stopped. Then, she released her held breath as a sweet, sweet note. More little shocks went through her. Pink lightning danced around in the fur of her bunny ears.

John loved the view. He loved every second of a woman’s delight, be it the intense ecstasy of a multi-orgasmic pounding or this soft, self-delivered journey over the edge of pleasure.

A few more twitches, then Sylph swung herself out of the chair like a loaded spring. Sashaying, she crossed the space to the bed. She smiled. She climbed onto his lap. She pressed him down. The force of her tiny hands was irresistible.

John wasn’t even entirely sure when she started to sink down on his cock. He was entirely under the spell of her amber eyes. It broke when her eyelids fluttered. “Your cock is soooo biiiiiiiig,” she swooned. For a moment, his eyes dashed down to where his advancing manhood was making a mark from inside her flat abdomen, then he was looking back up at Sylph.

Straddling his hips, her head was above his. Barely, it had to be said. Even with her back straight and him propped up on his elbows, she was just that small and adorable and… stunningly gorgeous. “Wow,” John whispered.

Sylph’s smile broadened and she plunged the rest of the way down. They moaned in unison. The impossible sensation of her tight inside whirling all around him enveloped his manhood in a snug storm. Even stillness felt wonderful, little zaps of pleasure travelling down his shaft and up his spine.

“So big,” Sylph muttered and leaned forwards. Her hands on his shoulders, she began to ride him. The gyrations of her hips were marvellous. Back and forth, side to side, round and round, her lower body shifted. Her upper half remained almost static. She moved with the grace of a belly dancer and smoothness of a bunny.

And she babbled about like his Sylph was prone to do.

“Hmmmm, so deep inside me… Ah, I barely even want to… raise my hips, but if I don’t, then I can’t pllll-unge back down! Ah, yes, listen to what you’re doing to me, John. That big, hard cock is stirring up my insides. Oh, yes, yes, YES!” Three swift bounces on his cock. “It’s making me cum already, that perfect cock is making me cum already, oh ye-e-e-e-esssss. It’s so, so, so much better than my fingeeeeers!” The chirpy tone of the air spirit had returned. “I’m holding on… I’m holding on… I’m holding back that climax… oh yes, I can’t do it any longer. You’re making me feel toooooo goooooood!” The gyrations had long since turned into rapid bounces. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Your concubine is going to… going to….”

Sylph ended the sentence with a shout. The storm inside her gripped John’s cock even harder. Fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders, while the erotic storm of a bunny girl spasmed on top of him. Her pussy gushed, the pleasure of riding him truly incomparable to her own fingers.

“Hands on my hips!” Sylph declared, voice still laden with orgasmic delight. Before John could oblige, she had turned around, her ass now hovering above his manhood. “Now you put in the hip work! Pound, pound, pound your Sylph!”

John grinned. Her joy was infectious. As demanded, he grabbed her by the swing of her petite hourglass and pulled her down on his manhood. The storm was right back around him and he fuelled it to swirl ever stronger by thrusting up into her.

“Oh, yeee-e-e-essssss! Make my ass clap – Plap! Plap! Plap! – that’s the rhythm!” Every time he slammed against her backside, it echoed in the room. “I love, love, love the way you make my pliable ass jiggle.” John could only grunt in agreement, the ripples were hypnotic. “Fuck – me – harrrrrrder, please, please, please! I want the whoooole houuuuusssssSSSSSSE TO HEEEEEEEE---AAAAAAH—AAARRRRR UUUUUUUSsssss!”

John was thrusting up into her with reckless abandon. Her elemental pussy was zapping and swirling around him like a storm made out of ecstasy and pink stuff. It occurred to John that he may have been the only one with an elemental on her level under contract and that he was, therefore, the only one who got to taste this particular fruit at this degree of ripeness.

“Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” Sylph kept on screaming. The sounds of her pale ass getting impaled mixed with the wet noises of her hand rubbing her clit at a feverish pace. From the entrance to the depths of her cunt, her womanhood was twitching all around him. “Cum inside me, inside me, insi-i-i-i-i-de meee-e-eeeeeeee!” John could only oblige. He thrust up into her to one final word. A resounding, loud: “YES!”

A final clap of hips against firm ass echoed in the room. Balls tightened. Fingers kept on dancing. Seed pumped into her depths. Sylph screamed and squirted all over the floor. She pressed tightly down. He pushed harshly up. The unison of their bodies was only limited by the boundaries of physical reality. Their minds were not nearly as limited.

Intertwined, they basked in each other’s ecstasy. It was a complete heaven of emotions. Back and forth, the amplified pleasure washed, like waves in a confined basin. Like those waves, the orgasm inevitably petered out and its absence entered one half calm… and one half a vast need.

Sylph turned her head. There was no elegance in those eyes anymore, not even a spark of it. The two spheres of amber were dulled with desire, glassy with the euphoria of having a cock inside her, and half-hidden by fluttering lids. A trembling grin on her face just barely managed to move enough to form two words, “More cock.”

When his dick twitched inside her, the bunny in heat just moaned.

John may not have been capable of going into heat, but he was very much capable of getting intensely horny when presented with a sight like this. The slumbering dom inside him broke free of the spell that Sylph’s lead had put on him. With hard eyes and deep love, he lifted up the petite woman and pushed her against the nearest wall.

What followed was a wild rutting. The volt bunny was out of words, only capable of giggling and screaming. Pink lightning flew in uncontrolled arcs all around. They only ever impacted on him and never did it hurt. It kept him energized, ready, aroused and eager to keep on pounding that storm inside.

The harder he fucked her, the better it felt. The rough pounding was making them both lose themselves in multiple orgasms. The stone wall was marked by the repeated squirts of the ecstatic little woman. John’s own releases were closer to each other than was normal even by his distorted standards.

He pulled out of her, watching the cum drop in thick strands from her agape cunt and add to the mess on the floor. The sight only made him eager to get back inside her. Barely, he got her on the bed before slamming back into her. The mating press was ever the best way to hammer the heat out of a horny bunny girl.

In and out he went, accompanied by the breathless screams of the air spirit. Arms and legs embraced him almost as tight as her insides. Every thrust, he halfway lifted her, before having withdrawn enough of his cock to ram back into her.

They were sweaty and barely sapient. The urge to just keep on fucking was all there was. It was a matter of proving himself, a matter of pride, and a matter of principle. Sylph had brought him victory and he would be damned if he did not bring her to the final layer of heaven in return.

One last time, John pumped her full of his seed. The release was the underscore of a long streak of debauchery. His lungs felt like they were cast in iron from the prolonged, ceaseless motions. He could not go on and he did not need to either.

As the last of that load filled the softly bloated air spirit, her limbs finally loosened. “Oh, my, me, Gaia, Mother, yeeeeessssssss,” Sylph mumbled dreamily and yawned. “I love victory fucks.”

“Just keep winning and I’ll give you as many as you deserve,” John promised.

“Is that all of them?”

“It is all of them.”