Portal Grinding Volume 3 Part 4

John stood outside the door to the orgy room for a few seconds longer, debating his options. He nodded to himself before descending the stairs.

“Okay. All that’s left to clear this outpost is that room and the roof of this tower. We can probably handle the roof silently on our own, but to clear the room we’ll need to call in backup and make a lot of noise. Elora, send one of the aerial squads to fetch Omorfia while we take care of the roof guard.”

“You got it, Chief,” the tiny general responded curtly. After a beat, she continued, “You heard him, go!”

The aerial squads giggled to each other as they spun around John’s head, playing a tiny game of tag to decide which would go and which would stay. After a few seconds, one of the squads sped off into the desert. John positioned himself by the archway to the top of the walls and paused.

“Elora, give the signal when I’m clear to start the climb.”

Elora tugged on his ear immediately, and John scrambled his way up the tower. Being the shortest of the four, it didn’t take very long at all to reach the top. John hung from a gap in the crenellations, waiting for Elora’s next signal. As his arms began to ache, Elora tapped his earlobe twice.

We didn’t discuss the signals, what does that mean?

John looked questioningly to his shoulder, and saw Elora pointing at the roof. He risked a peek over the edge, and saw why she hesitated to send him in spells blazing. The Lizardman guard was kneeling over the trapdoor that led into the orgy room, their massive dick gripped tightly in one hand while they pumped two fingers of their other hand into their electric blue pussy lips.

Great, not only are we killing a room full of orgy participants but also their voyeur.

John heaved himself forwards, letting Parkour take over his movements once again as he rolled onto the roof and activated Sparkbody. The world slowed down around him as he twisted into a one handed cartwheel, landing with his legs wrapped around the guard’s neck. Their girthy member spasmed as he applied pressure to swing them backwards and away from the trapdoor, then let loose a torrent of cum as John slammed his dual cast Bolts into their brain.

[****!] 200 dmg

John tumbled to the ground with the corpse as their cum splattered all over the trapdoor, much of it spraying into the room below.

Here’s to hoping they think the guard just came and collapsed in post nut bliss… Fucking hell, I made them cum… what a way to go…

John couldn’t help but smirk a bit as he extricated himself from under the Lizardman. As he stood and dusted himself off, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him followed by a system ding.

What the fuck?

He checked his status effects with a flick of his mind.

Tier 1 Nymphomania
+10% LIB
-10% WIS

Omorfia? Why am I caught in the area of effect too? This will affect my mana regen. Fuck, I need to-

He was hit with another wave, and nearly stumbled. The debauched sounds from below grew louder as he checked his new status.

Tier 2 Nymphomania
+20% LIB
-20% WIS

This was a mistake. I need to get back down before I lose my shit up here.

John took three steps towards the edge of the tower before being hit by another wave of Omorfia’s magic. He became pleasantly aware of the way the fabric of his boxers rubbed against his dick as he walked. He fumbled over the side and began to lower himself down to wall level, but another wave of magic hit him halfway down and he fell.

-20 hp

He could hear the moans of the Lizardmen above clearly even from the top of the walls. They called out to him invitingly, tantalizingly, begging for his seed. His balls swelled in response and he scrambled to his feet to answer in kind. Another wave of magic hit him as he threw the door to the stairwell open and he stumbled again, slamming his shin into a step.

-5 hp

He disregarded the damage reading completely as he wiped the drool from the corners of his mouth and crawled up the stairs as fast as he could on his hands and knees. The door to the orgy was wide open, and atop a small pile of **** bodies lay Omorfia, with a Lizard Banshee’s head clenched tightly between her thighs and another’s hips sitting heavily on her face. She radiated pure sex appeal, and the remaining four Lizard Banshees had spread themselves in a hasty circle around her, furiously masturbating to the sight.

John’s clothes disappeared into his inventory, startling the pixies who had been magically clinging to it as they pleasured each other. They started to fall to the ground but were caught by their flying comrades, and then split off into pairs and trios of debauchery. Another wave of magic suffused the room, and three of the Lizard Banshees fainted, including the one riding Omorfia’s face. John’s vision was tinted a pink and purple hue. All he could see was Omorfia, all that he wanted was Omorfia, all that mattered was Omorfia. He lunged towards her, his hands outstretched to feel her heavenly skin, but something heavy and solid hit him from the side.

-10 hp

He was pinned to the ground by strong scaly arms, and he struggled against them with all his might for all of half a second. His resistance died like a match in the wind as soon as he felt the warm wetness of a Lizard Banshee’s pussy envelop his dick in one thrust. He groaned in delight as the Banshee began to ride him with wild abandon, their every bounce producing a resounding slap and splash as John was pounded into the ground of the shallow pool he found himself lying in.

Another wave of Omorfia’s magic filled the room with orgasmic delight, and John saw stars as he came harder than he ever had before. The Banshee chittered and cooed above him before passing out on top of him, their pussy walls wringing out every last drop of cum from his dick. Unsated, John let out a growl as he shoved the blissful body off himself and stood. Omorfia was grappled in a wild writhing of bodies with the last Lizard Banshee conscious. Each had an arm around the other’s neck, pulling themselves close enough to touch foreheads and stare competitively into their partner’s eyes as they rolled their hips against each other, their pussies sliding across each other and making loud wet noises.

John stumbled towards the pair, his vision tunneling again. Omorfia regained her place as the object of his affection, the subject of his fantasies, the outlet for his incredible lust. He reached out to her as he climbed the small pile of scaled lovers, slick with cum. A scaled hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him away, roughly turning him towards someone else. The final conscious Lizard Banshee hissed before grinning and pulling John close to their bosom, smashing their lips against his with a hungry need. Momentarily stunned, John merely moaned into the kiss.

The Banshee pulled away from the kiss with a throaty moan, their eyelids fluttering. They focused back on John, looking him up and down before maneuvering his lust-addled body to stand behind them. The feeling of something incredibly tight being pressed against the tip of his dick snapped him back to frenzied fucking mode, and he began to push into the Banshee’s ass. They responded with a quick staccato of chitters, their body tensing in surprise before relaxing enough to allow him entry.

As another wave of magic rolled over John, he felt it physically caress his dick as inch after inch of it disappeared into the Banshee’s tight asshole. His vision dimmed almost entirely as another wave of magic hit him again immediately. He came, and felt as if he started to float through time and space. He felt his body begin to slam his hips into the Banshee with wild abandon, pistoning in and out as hard and fast as he could manage, releasing a spurt of cum every time his hips touched the Banshee’s pillowy ass. He felt it all as if every second were a lifetime, saw it happen as if he were a specter floating above.

Another wave of magic hit immediately after the last. Or was it a few seconds after? A few… hours after? John couldn’t tell. But when it did, the spectral point of view he had acquired through climactic bliss finally pulled away from the Banshee and towards his ultimate goal: Omorfia. Physically, she was still scissoring the Banshee. But like John, she too had stepped away from the physical. She danced seductively in front of him, her hands running up and down her curves as she spun slowly and bent over invitingly.

John looked around, and superimposed over the small pools and water spouts of the orgy room were greek style columns made of swirling pink and purple energy that made it difficult to discern whether or not the columns stood straight. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came, only a long drawn out moan. Omorfia smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him and started to tease her pussy lips. She moaned back, sending ripples of energy throughout the columns. As the ripples reached him, he heard her voice.

“Master! Oh, master, this is wonderful. The power we unlocked together, oh, master, the power feels so GOOD.”

John was pulled towards her, the energy columns distorting as his perspective changed. As he came within arm’s reach of Omorfia, the columns became city buildings, tall office buildings and apartment buildings with rows upon rows of windows through which he could see couples having sex in every position imaginable. He felt her magic wrap itself around his dick and squeeze, swirling around like a tongue made of silk before pulling him forward and finally into her pussy.

They both moaned as she pulled him as deep as he could go inside her, their pleasured cries melding into one pure note of bliss. He began to thrust, slowly savoring the sensation. He soon lost himself to the feeling, pumping into her faster and faster, chasing the high he knew only she could give him. He thrusted for… months? Weeks? Maybe it was just for days on end… John couldn’t tell, all he knew was that he couldn’t get enough of Omorfia’s pussy. Eventually, after years, or perhaps decades, or perhaps seconds, of mounting bliss, he came. His perception shattered, and all was black.

John woke with a start, flailing a bit as he tried to get up on his feet. Gentle but firm hands pressed down on his chest and kept him down.

“Master, you’re safe. I’m here, and so are Ignis and the pixies.” Calista’s voice soothed him as he looked up at the starry night sky.

Wait… night?

“Calista? How long was I out?” he croaked. His throat was uncomfortably dry.

She helped him into a comfortable sitting position and offered him a globe of floating water without answering him. He raised an eyebrow skeptically as he tried to sip it. As soon as his lips touched it, the whole globe of water flowed into him all at once. Panicked, he sputtered, but no water came out. He felt the weight of it sitting comfortably in his stomach and took a deep breath.

“Okay, a bit more of an explanation next time would be great. But you haven’t answered me, Calista.”

“It’s been, like, fourteen hours!” Ignis answered cheerily.

Fuck…

“Fuck…”

Calista winced. “Master, I-”

“I’m gonna cut it so close getting to class on time. This run’s a bust, we’ve gotta get outta here,” John interrupted her and got shakily to his feet. He held his hand out to Calista, who still sat with a bewildered look on her face. She took it, and John pulled her up and into a hug.

“Don’t worry about it, Calista. This mistake falls mostly on Omorfia and I.” He pulled away from the hug and cast his eyes over the rest of his summons. The pixies were spread all over the roof of the tower, idly chit chatting amongst themselves. Ignis was doing a handstand in her human form, taking wobbly “steps” with her hands. Omorfia looked at John with a complex swirl of emotions in her eyes. He gave her what he hoped would be a reassuring smile and nod before addressing them all.

“I’m sure we can try this dungeon again later, and if we do, we’ll have a better grasp of how to tackle it. It honestly might take a couple of tries for this one, depending on how far we get next time. Let’s head back home, I’m starving.”

Probably literally…