Power Vacuum

Things happened rapidly.

The haremettes, in near perfect synchronicity, peeled out of what little they wore. Now that they were ‘among themselves’ again, clothes were regarded as a pesky obstruction. Lu Zhi’s eyes darted around with all the fervour of a long suppressed, 124 Libido strong bisexual woman observing the densest formation of most attractive women in the world.

‘No, not Lu Zhi,’ John corrected himself. That was the name he would have to keep using in public to keep all of this somewhat under wraps. In private, the nickname she had suggested sounded better. Here, she was Lulu. If love, fate, and effort permitted, then she would be his Lulu in due time.

“Don’t ya just stand there,” Rave instructed the imperial tomboy.

Lulu snapped out of her sapphic drooling and strutted around the table. She slowed considerably when the now standing harem formed a corridor. Only Rave stayed where she was, stroking John’s still hidden erection. The slickened member twitched in her hand, as he watched Lulu pass through the crowd of gorgeous women. They squeezed and rubbed her naked skin in passing.

Nathalia-level horniness, barely held back from the start, was fully unleashed over the span of her strides. The harem stopped short of touching her virgin holes, but everything else was free game. From the soft brushing of her shoulders to the groping of her ass and tits, Lulu endured it all with slowing steps. Some of the more daring haremettes even grinded up against her. Sylph went all the way and guided the empress’ fingers to her cunt.

“Aaah,” Sylph let out a high-pitched moan. Sheer overstimulation of her senses made Lulu echo the sound.

When she had finally passed through, she was as drenched as Rave’s fingers. Her love juices trickled down her thighs in rivulets. Any control she had over the situation was entirely removed and, if her panting was anything to go by, she was more than fine with that. “Have I gone to horny heaven?” she asked.

“Not yet,” John answered, and the firmness of his voice had an intense effect on Lulu. The empress shivered, like only certain women shivered when he merely spoke to them in his dominant voice. He decided to explore that further. “Come over here,” he ordered, skipping on the magical effects of his voice for now.

Lulu walked the rest of the way quickly and trembling. With only a gesture, John made her understand she was to kneel. Sucking her drool, the empress swallowed. The jade dragon on her skin was pleasingly still, reduced to a tattoo that began on her left shoulder blade and then spiralled down to the back of her hand.

Reaching down, the Gamer brushed over the intense green, where it covered the top of her shoulder. The texture was no different than what else he had expected from her smooth skin. To compare, the back of his fingers slowly travelled up to the curve of her neck. The porcelain comparison of her pale skin was apt, even in this. Only the little bumps and depressions of muscles and sinew interrupted the hairless smoothness. He could feel her heartbeat through the blood rushing up to the veins of her neck.

Borderline hyperventilating, Lulu sat gracelessly in front of his cock. Pale green eyes followed the up and down of Rave’s hand under the cover of his trunks. Her jade lips were invitingly parted. John gripped her by the chin. His thumb brushed over her lower lip and she gasped loudly. The digit pushed inside and she leaned forwards, making his thumb brush over more of her tongue. She moaned.

“You have an orgasmic mouth, hm?” John asked teasingly.

“Yesh… how…?”

“I know these things,” John responded simply. He had seen the signs often enough by now, been with Nightingale and Lydia long enough to know their reactions to certain buttons being pushed. That she so eagerly showed the same reaction was all he needed to see. “You look quite happy down there,” he observed something else. “Don’t speak until I ask you something.” She nodded. “You know what I like, correct? My desire to dominate in the bedroom?”

“Yesh.”

“Did knowing that turn you on?”

“Yesshhh,” Lulu gasped, her tongue pinned down by his finger. He asked her to elaborate. “I want taah fihnd jusht how shubmishive I am.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” John stated and drew his hand back. “I also want to find out what else you enjoy. Your safe word is ‘Jaded’. Whenever, if ever, anything I do makes you feel uncomfortable, say it and I will immediately stop. I only have the power you give me. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?” John pushed the envelope a little further.

“Yes… M—Master. Aaahhh…” A relieved sigh immediately followed the uttering of that wonderful word. “Master,” she repeated, dreamily, the significance of using that title in such a venerating fashion not lost on her.

John, to start with, ranked her an 8 out of 10 on the submissive scale. A conservative estimate, considering how readily she played along with everything. ‘That doesn’t feel like everything, though,’ the Gamer thought.

“Stand,” Rave ordered in his stead, while he was still contemplating. Her order was heeded. As if motivated by a cracked whip, Lulu shot up and stood in the narrow space between chair and table. The rhythm of the handjob accelerated for a moment, the rush of power getting to his fiancée’s head.

John took one of her nipples between his fingers and squeezed. No immediate reaction, just a little hitched breath. Neither a positive nor negative sign. He only twisted a little bit before he heard the word, “Jaded,” and immediately backed off.

“Not much for pain then,” John noted neutrally.

“Not for that kind of pain,” Lulu said with a little nod. “I want to try at least mild spanking, though.”

For whatever reason, spanking was an exception for a lot of non-masochistic women. “We’ll do that later,” he promised her. “Walk over to Eliana for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Lulu obeyed his command. She was numb with desire at that point. John had seen that state many times among submissives. A state so mindlessly horny that they just listened to his voice as guidance, because thinking was too difficult. She moved fluidly, as if in trance.

“I want you to do to her what I just did to you. Don’t worry, she likes it.”

“I really fucking d-nghhh,” Eliana’s assurance was interrupted by the slow twisting of her nipple. The two women stood at the same height, both of them were quite short by John’s standards, and surrounded by much of his harem, they certainly looked smaller. “More,” Eliana encouraged, past the first bit of twisting.

There was no hesitance to Lulu’s motion. “Ohhh, this makes me all tingly,” she hummed.

“Would you like to do more to her? You can,” John encouraged.

“Hmmm… I want her to kneel, Master.”

“Order her to do it then.”

“Get on your knees,” Lulu commanded and Eliana dropped, with the same intensity as Lulu had dropped just moments ago. Biting her lower lip, the imperial tomboy smacked Eliana across the face. That seemed to have the opposite effect of what she intended. As much as Eliana moaned, Lulu’s brow quivered. “Not that sadistic then,” she analysed herself.

“Come back here,” John ordered and that overpowered Lulu’s wish to stay visibly. She trembled, turned on her heel and hastened back, dropping back to the floor with the expression of a dog waiting for a treat. “Well, seems like you have switch tendencies in you,” the Gamer commented on the obvious. “Highly submissive, somewhat sadistic, a little more dominant, just from that little exploration. You’ll fit in nicely.” He patted the side of her face and she nuzzled into the touch. ’9 out of 10 on the submissive scale,’ he deemed.

Rave withdrew her hand from John’s trunks. The entire front of it glistened with his precum. “Lick,” the feline Lightbearer ordered the empress – and she did. Lulu’s tongue extended and dragged over the palm in long strokes. The first was the slowest, all after were hasty and enthusiastic. John corrected his analysis with the final point upwards.

“Delicioush!” she declared. “Thish shtuff is… wow!”

“There’s more where that came from,” Rave purred. “Pull down his trunks.”

John just grinned at the sight of his first haremette guiding the trial haremette along. Grabbing his waistband with both hands, Lulu only slowed to make sure she didn’t yank at his cock by moving the trunks down too fast. She kept her eyes focused on the cloth, right up until it finally dropped down past his knees. Then, she was face to face with his size.

“Wow!” she declared. He half expected her to be awestruck, but she was mostly curious, leaning in and giving his large cock a smell test. It looked a bit odd, sounded a bit odd too, her sniffing on his manhood. John didn’t mind a young woman, particularly one this insanely horny, taking a few chuckle-worthy steps in her exploration.

“Come on, make good on that promise – taste it.” Rave did more than guide Lulu with her words. Her hands ran along the younger woman’s scalp, then dragged her forwards. When the heat of his rod pressed against her face, something seemed to short-circuit for a moment. Lulu tensed all over, her breathing became incredibly rapid, and her eyelids fluttered. All of that, before her tongue extended and tasted him.

“Do not touch yourself,” John warned her immediately. The quivers, the moans, the desperation, all of that had the hallmarks of her being at the edge of orgasm. All she needed to finish what the flood of happy chemicals her brain was releasing had started was a bit of physical stimulation.

“Ya can cum when you have his cock in your mouth, understood?”

“Yesh,” Lulu slurred, her tongue coiling around the base of John’s cock.

“Yes…?” Rave pushed the envelope.

“Yesh, Mishtresssh.”

“”Good girl,”” John and Rave complimented in unison. The imperial tomboy let out a throaty cry of desperation. Intensely, she pressed her gorgeous features against his cock, staining the side of her cute nose, cheeks, chin, and even her forehead with all the precum the first of the haremettes had spread out already.

Rave slowly guided Lulu upwards. It took the pink-haired woman a bit of effort not to drag the non-masochistic submissive by the hair. Those two kinks so often came in a package, this exception was a bit difficult to manoeuvre. Thankfully, they were better trained doms than to give in to their own desires.

“Ready to have a cock inside you for the first time?” Rave asked.

“Uh-huh!” The open-mouthed confirmation was impatient beyond anything else. The imperial tomboy did not have it in her to wait any longer. She had found a man willing to and capable of fucking the sanity out of her. With her Libido, that must have been a fantasy for years, conjured but unsatisfied every single night.

The feline Lightbearer let go. “At your own pace, then.”

Lulu dove down on his cock like her life depended on it. John and Rave were actually caught by surprise, especially the Gamer himself. Tight, wet walls surrounded him tip to base within less than a second. It was a human throat, through and through, no unusual surprises there – except for the one John had already been informed about.

Muffled screams reverberated around his cock. The orgasmic throat was stuffed, the physical trigger the nymphomaniac empress needed provided. John could barely believe his eyes when the most powerful woman in the world stared up at him, her need for sexual validation written all over the pale green of her eyes. Oh, she was confident and dangerous and that she was discovering just how kinky she was only added to the ease with which she could get whatever she wanted out of John.

Because John could never resist a gorgeous submissive.

His hips shot off the seat of his chair. Hard and sudden, his cum pumped down her throat. The first spurt caused a show of pure glee in Lulu’s eyes. The look of a switch, that was simultaneously used as a submissive but got her partner off in just the way she had planned. Of course, that only lasted for a split second, then the surge of raw pleasure from drinking his cum hit her brain. The beginnings of smugness were wiped off her face and replaced with the vacant look of bliss.

They were locked like that, one pressing her lips against the base of his cock, the other pushing against those jade pillows. Surge after surge of cum fuelled the already intense orgasm of the imperial tomboy. Her eyelids fluttered, the shade of her blush darkened, and John had to push her off his cock by force before the level of her asphyxiation became dangerous. The entire way up, her lips remained tight.

Only when he was finally out of her mouth, strands of phlegm and cum connecting them, did she take a deep breath. The necessity for fresh air made her body so desperate, it failed in its primary task. Coughing and grinning, she sat in front of John visibly pleased with herself.

“You own one of my replica dildos, don’t you?” John observed the obvious.

“Yes, Sir,” Lulu responded, more pep in her voice now that she was past the immediate desperation stage of submitting to him. “It is the most popular tool on the market for size queens and scheming empresses that are willing to marry themselves off.” She nuzzled against his erection again, her nostrils flared and her pupils dilated. “The training was worth it,” she purred, then kissed the dangly bits that weren’t part of the recreation. “Thish tashtesh sho much better tho,” she said, between wet smacking sounds. “Hohw loahng do I have toh work for you to cuhm agaihn? Thirshty seconds?”

John would have considered that a showcase of brattiness, had it not been presented so genuinely in the middle of such reverent licking and kissing. “No, I don’t think it’ll be that fast,” he told her. “Plus, this is as much alone time as a trial haremette gets.”

“Awww,” Lulu let out the disappointed sound, before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Her utter lack of gag reflex and the vibrations of her sensitive throat were delightful. Big eyes tried to endear him to let her keep working on her own. Her blowjob had, despite its enthusiasm, the opposite effect.

Deepthroating a facsimile of his cock had not made her an actually good cocksucker, it had just made her capable of going deep. A fact that she overemphasized on, utilizing neither her tongue nor the many other motions she could make besides going up and down.

“Lydia, Gale,” John addressed the two premiere oral experts in his harem. The two knew what he wanted without him saying anything else. Separating from the crowd of onlookers, they soon knelt left and right of Lulu. She had the presence of mind to glide up far enough that the two true haremettes could press their own lips against his hard shaft. Two royals and a goddess, they worked together to bathe his large manhood with their tongues.

John ran his fingers through their hair. Lydia’s and Nightingale’s manes were a little rough, especially compared to the usual silky smoothness. An aftereffect of the saltwater. Lulu’s hair was fine and dense. The strands parted around his fingers with minimal resistance. Once he reached the tie that kept her greyish black mane confined, he pulled the cord open. Her hair continued down to the middle of her back. Bowed over her, he caught a peek of that fantastic ass.

For once, there was a sight that competed with his natural attraction to round backsides. He had chosen Lydia and Nightingale not only for their expertise at what he wanted Lulu to learn, but also for the visual feast of their lips. Ruby red, pitch black, and jade green, the three sinfully shaped mouths glistened with saliva and precum.

A warning glance from John was all it took for Lulu to stop keeping his cock to herself. “Watch Lydia closely,” John instructed her. “She has a similarly sensitive throat to you. Not that that’s why you can learn from her.”

“Did I not do good, Master?” Lulu asked, while Lydia angled his cock towards her lips.

“For our patriarch a ‘good’ blowjob is not good enough,” the harpy stated.

Red lips wrapped around his wet manhood. Gradually, Lydia sunk down, making a show out of all the subtle movements she usually would have executed without a single pause. The tensing and relaxing of her lips. The way her tongue pressed his advancing manhood against her palette. The halt and then momentary retreat when the head of his cock was about to penetrate her throat. The time she spent on methodically using her tongue.

“Master loves it when we go deep,” Nightingale cooed into Lulu’s ear, all the while. “The most sensitive spots are around the head, though. Warm him up with deliberate stimulation of those areas. Then… take him deeper.” John groaned loudly, only partly for effect, when Lydia pushed past the barrier of her throat. “Keep bobbing even as you go down,” Nightingale continued her commentary. “You want your tight throat to provide pleasurable friction. Just moving one way won’t do it.”

“She’s gorgeous,” Lulu whispered, eyes locked entirely on the queen, who finally hit the bottom. The moment her throat was filled fully, Lydia tensed. A soft orgasm made her lock up, her eyebrows quivered. She took the moment to ride it out, then resumed

Nightingale smirked, as did many of the other haremettes. It was as if the imperial tomboy was made for this harem. Soft feathers enveloped the trial haremette in a lavender embrace. Lydia kept on sucking his cock for several minutes. All the while, Nightingale kept whispering tips into Lulu’s ear. The empress looked beyond pliable, in those moments. In absence of his manhood, she sucked on her own fingers while she fantasized about all the things she was hearing.

Lydia shivered from one last orgasm, before she glided up his manhood. “Ah,” she let out a held breath as a single, lustful note. After a moment of calming down, the queen added to Nightingale’s lessons, “Do not focus on emulating me completely. We all have our individual preferences in how we provide this service.” She placed a parting kiss on John’s cock. “And John loves it.”

Nodding repeatedly, Lulu continued sucking on her own fingers. Her eyes snapped to the cock that was, mere centimetres from her, getting angled by Lydia’s hand, to be presented to Nightingale. “Show her how to use a long tongue first,” John told his harpy.

“As you wish, my patriarch.” Nightingale loosened her embrace with the imperial tomboy to focus entirely on the task she had been given. Black lips parted, the moon-white woman extended her tongue, and John let out a pleased hum. The engorged head laid on top of the stretching muscle, feeling it slither and caress the sensitive underside as it coiled.

“Watch carefully,” Lydia instructed. Despite not having such a stretchable tongue herself, the queen had watched and conversed with those that did often enough to understand all the harpy did. “Your tongue should press against many of his sensitive spots, but not all of them. You want there to be steady stimulation of different areas.” Nightingale’s tongue had finished on its coiling path. Pulling together, then relaxing again, the slithering muscle stroked the entirety of John’s dick. “Much like your lips or your hand, the grip should be firm, but not too firm.”

“Her tongue is dripping,” Lulu noted. “It’s too thick to be saliva?”

“That’s harpy biology,” John explained. “Show her your throat, Gale.”

“Yesh,” the lady of the night agreed. Her tongue stretched a little further, continuing its work even as she turned to face Lulu. The smaller woman had to prop herself up, to look down.

“Are those… folds?” the imperial tomboy asked. “That’s so hot!”

“Use her,” John ordered the switch. Lulu shot him a slightly confused glance, but Lydia was already guiding her. Taking her fellow royal’s hand, the redhead placed it on the back of Nightingale’s head. Together, they pushed the harpy forwards. She wasn’t as submissive as many of the others, but she certainly did enjoy this particular treatment.

Nightingale’s tongue became a dense layer of quivering, firm flesh around the part of his cock that did enter her throat. Her jaw was stretched to the limit by the additional layer around his already respectable girth. “Ohhhh, yessssss,” Lulu hissed, when she, still guided by Lydia, dragged Nightingale back.

“Don’t grip too tight,” Lydia warned. “Gale isn’t one of our masochists.”

“Okay,” Lulu agreed immediately, loosening her hold.

“That’s it,” Lydia purred, her iron voice softened to quicksilver. “Up and down… up and down… guide her softly… think of her like she’s your own hand…”

“Oh… hmmm…” Lulu let out a series of perverted sounds, each more lecherous than the last. She wiggled where she sat, clearly trying to keep herself from masturbating. Lydia eased things by guiding the initiate’s second hand to her own bust. The imperial tomboy bit her lower lip, kneading the decently large chest and continuously pushing and pulling Nightingale. All of these were things she was doing for the first time. “Do you… do you do this often?”

“All the time,” Rave moaned. The pink-haired head of the harem grinded against John’s arm – especially the pair of fingers that had entered her cunt. “Tiger loves it when we use each other as cocksleeves for him. We love it too, of course. We’re all helping each other here.”

“Help her climax,” John instructed.

“Yes, Master!” Lulu nearly shouted, accelerating the pace at which Nightingale’s throat folds glided over his manhood. Thick fluids dripped from her tongue and chin, staining her chest the same way as her pussy did her thighs. Growing louder and higher pitched, Nightingale’s lustful shouts filled the room. Lulu underlined them with giggles and whimpers.

“Notice all the little ways Gale moves.” Lydia’s hand was still on top of Lulu’s, but she barely did any of the guiding now. “The gyrating and undulating, the way the curving of her spine changes the angle, her little and not so little tilts – she knows what she is doing. You will too.” At this point, Nightingale’s eyelids were fluttering and Lulu was breathing with unmasked bliss at the sight. “Push her all the way down. You should know that it feels best to orgasm when filled up.”

There barely was a shove. Nightingale craved his cock in her throat anyhow and rushed forwards. The walls of her bulging throat clamped down all around him, massaging his length with orgasmic tightness. Quivering, Nightingale’s instincts drove her to keep serving in little ways even as she seized up with repeated spasms.

John was brought to the edge of orgasm, both by Nightingale’s tightness and the moans of his fiancée in his ear. That was before his eyes roamed around and he found the various, still intently watching, haremettes in all their wetness. The orgy that would follow this was going to be an intense affair.

For now, though, John moved his attention back to the two royals and the goddess they kept pinned against his crotch. Only when the orgasm of the harpy began to diminish, did she get pulled back slightly. They would have continued to just use her as a tool to masturbate him, had he not given a new order. “It’s Lulu’s turn.”

The harpy retreated quickly, then joined Lydia in sandwiching the smaller empress between them. “Oh yesssss,” she groaned throatily when she was grabbed by the back of the head. Lydia pushed her down on John’s cock and then it was his turn to groan.

The experience was lacking, but the understanding was there. Lulu moderated her guided descent, applying all the little things she had caught and been told about. Her tongue massaged his length, her neck tilted to apply different angles, and she used her entire body to move, rather than just swaying back and forth.

“That’s it,” John gasped encouragingly. “Coil your tongue around me as you go back up.” The ring of her lips loosened, to make room for the dextrous extension. It was an entirely different sensation, to have her sticky tongue left behind as she glided up. “Good girl!” he exclaimed in a strained voice. The head of his cock, barely still in her throat, felt the vibrations of her orgasmic scream. The two words had set her off. That realization was too much for John himself.

Lydia pulled her back. Nightingale whispered in her ear. “Move your tongue.” Then both of them joined their colourful lips in venerating the engorged head. Three tongues massaged the supremely sensitive edge of his glans.

Cum gushed from the tip in heavy strands. Lulu’s eyes rolled up when the first of them hit her tongue. The second and third followed quickly, then the various caresses of the three haremettes changed the angle enough that he spurted all over their faces instead.

Lulu got the most of it, being in the middle. White plastered on her porcelain features, contorted deliciously by bliss. Her ecstasy only increased when Lydia and Nightingale turned to kiss and lick the semen off her cheeks. The last few drops of cum were wrung from John’s shaft by the extended tongue.

“She’ll fit right in,” Rave purred into her spouse’s ear.