Moonlight Sonata

I sat on the makeshift throne, near the pagan bonfire set-up. This spot had been reserved for Lisa and Jake, but I had tossed away Lisa's chair and moved Jake's to the center. I was King John, assuring my royal prerogative over this noble court. But I had more power than any king of old.

I watched as Lisa's mom was being fucked by some high school student. It might've been her son for all I cared. The live pornography was assisted by the deejay riding my dick. She had set up shop for the evening, but I kept her around for fucking. I could maybe use a deejay in my harem, I thought.

Regardless of that momentary fancy, I came in her shortly after the kid came in his mom. Lisa and Jake had left for their honeymoon in a nearby bed and breakfast, primarily because she had been fucked so many times that I don't think it was medically advisable (even with her paramedic sister around) to keep at it. She had been a virgin before I took that from her, and now she would be suitably stretched for Jake's enjoyment in the cumming weeks.

The naked deejay gave a curt, "Thank you my liege," before I shooed her away and relaxed in my throne. Janice curled next to me, now that I was momentarily alone, but I did not ask her leave. She kissed me and thanked me for giving her a good time. I did not deprive her of the depravity, nor did I **** her into any sexual activity for some time. She was my date for the wedding, and therefore my equal, at least for tonight. She was my girlfriend.

She whispered in my ear and we talked as the fire roared. She loved anime. We loved Marvel movies. We talked about biology, not anatomy mind you, but science. She had dreams of studying Erection Dependence and loved that I had knocked her up and placed her in my harem, giving her firsthand research in a position only a few women had written about.

She wasn't just my Primary Fuck, an odd clinical term for the chief of an EDP harem. I think she may be my soul mate. She looked at my plastic crown, the only apparel any of us was wearing. "What do you want to do now, your majesty?"

"Don't call me that."

"Master?"

My cock twitched. "Call me John."

She smiled and didn't reply, kissing me out of affection. Out of love. She wasn't doing it out of ****, or a belief that it would help me cum. She truly, 100% loved me, in my estimation, at that point.

We left the dying party and the diminishing fire and ran into the woods. We found a clearing away from civilization, with only the moon to guide us. My eyes focused on Janice's ample curves, her fuller figure. She was my first sexual experience, via a blowjob, and I had thought little of it at the time. But it was a profound experience for her, and she had rarely left my side since.

She was my second. She was my lovely. And when we found the best spot, I would fuck her once more. No. I would make love to her. Under the moonlit sky and the music of the forest.

And we did. I had fucked six or seven people at that wedding and reception, and I barely remembered any of it. Just my latest, greatest fuck, Janice DiAngelo. As dawn began to shine on our third or fourth fuck, Janice amazed by my mystical stamina, I heard a rumbling in the woods.

Was it my mom and sister looking for us? A curious deer? Or just some random hikers I could toy with?

Neither, it seemed, as I felt a sharp pain on my side, following a jolt of electricity. Janice felt the same as I convulsed within her, cumming as I escaped her loins and writhed in pain.

"What the fu..." I shouted before a punch to the gut and a duct tape to my mouth. Two burly men in ski masks grabbed me and Janice and carried us out of the woods.