Heavenly Host

"You ever have a guy fuck those things?" A majorly drunk man eyed Bar Bae across the counter top where her nipples were hard at work quenching the thirst of the club.

The pretty young woman smirked in the world weary way the greatest of bartenders are blessed. "You gotta remember these things spew ****, that'd burn might bad."

"Well that's a shame." He downed the drink, and used the empty glass to point at a girl sitting by herself at the bar. "She with anyone?"

"Just some friends, they're out on the dance floor." Bae could vaguely make one of them out, pink fishnets up in the air as a guy fucked her in his arms.

"Send her a drink."

"What'll you be having tonight?"

The man thought about this for a moment. "She seems pretty shy, how about a nice country girl?"

"One Yeehaw coming up." Bae went to work on a cocktail for the brunette at the bar, once it was complete she waddle her way over towards the introvert and sat the drink down in front of her. "From the gentleman over there." She pointed to one of her usuals, an investment bro from Delta.

"Oh." The girl looked over at Bae's drunk buddy, and smiled shyly. "What do I do?"

Bae chuckled, it was nice to see a bit of innocence. "You drink it girl, bask in your youth."

The brunette giggled and went ahead and downed the brown drink. She coughed through the back half, even Bae couldn't hide all the whiskey that was in that bad boy. It started sweet, then hit you in the face. "That's mighty strong!" The woman hyucked, a distinct twang to her voice. Blonde starred to creep into her roots.

Bae gave her a knowing smile. "You're saying a New Yorker can whip up something stronger than your mountain moonshine?"

"Hell no!" The countrified girl smiled back, her eyes suddenly a dazzling blue. "I got stuff in my bathtub that'd make you city folks go blind. I was just sayin..."

Before Bae could send Mary Sue here back to her customer, drunk, horny, and countrified, a light exploded over the dance floor. DJ Slut Maus was in his groove, and much of the floor was a field of fucking flesh. However even his hypnotic beats couldn't keep them at it.

At first it seemed like an overlight might have exploded, but soon it became obvious that this was something else. It was as if the roof was split open, and a light came down into the club. But it wasn't the light of the sun, nearly forgotten for some of the club's permanent occupants, this was a golden pure radiance. And from this golden purity emerged an armored figure, she sunk into the club like a person would sink into water, gently like a dream. "Glory, Glory, The Heavens have heard the prayers of the faithful and now send aid. Rejoice ye worthy, liberation is at hand."

The denizens of the club, were drunk, druged, and hypnotized half out of their minds. But even they in this state could see the glory of the heavens shine upon them. Many sobered instantly and offered up whatever prayers they knew to the golden figure.

None were more sober or breathless than Bar Bae herself. She knew this thing, knew it was here for her. The being soaked in the adjulations of the crowed for a few thankful moments, but it did after a small pause turn to face Bae. "I have heard your prayers Barbara."

Bae bit her lip, tears threatening to overwhelm her. That was her name, GODDESS was the only one who'd used it in decades, and it was always to humiliate her, but this creature knew her name. Heaven rememember who she truly was. "Which angel am I speaking with?" She tried for politeness, utterly overwhelmed.

The being chuckled. "No angel, I am Joan d’Arc."

"A saint!" Bae cried out.

"As you say." Joan floated over to the bar, the many drunk and beleaguered patrons of Bae's work collapsed and scurried away from the armored being. "We shall save your girls, yes?"

"Yes." Bae cried out, she held her hand out to the armored feet of the saint.

“Good.” Joan smiled with all the light of heaven, and held out her hand. “Take my hand, we go.”

“Wait!” Out from his lair Peak and GODDESS can running down the stairs. “You can’t take her.” Peaks sprinted to the bar. “We need her.”

“She the only one who can run the bar!” GODDESS wheezed after clearing a path with her wide ass.

Bae looked to both of them, terrified they’d try to stop her. “Master we have to help those girls.”

“No one helped us!” GODDESS shot back before Peaks could answer.

Joan cleared her voice. “You do not need his permission to go.”

Bae waves that thought away, though she knew it came from a good spot. Joan had been liberated from the inequities of gender and class, but it was not so here at The Peak. “I do, he’s my master.”

“She can’t go.” GODDESS commanded Peaks. “If we don’t have drinks, people will have to lick NayNay like she’s a poisonous toad at burning man.”

Peaks took this information in, and looked up at the saint. "She's... really important to my club... I was told I'd never have to do without again."

Joan scoffed, and thought it could have been done with scorn, she sensed nothing but pity. "This deal was not made with God, who demands we all suffer. He is king of all things, you see?"

"I do."

"Then, verdict?"

He turned towards Bae. "You never were happy here."

"That's not true master!" Bar Bae reached for him now, just as holy in her mind as Joan. She held his hands. "This place is my home, you are my master... I just feel... if I save these girls... It'll be like saving myself."

"See?" GODDESS huffed, and wrapped her arms around Peak's bicep. "She thinks she needs saving. They're right master, she belongs in the basement for such ungrateful thoughts. Give me a week with her and she'll be a whimpering, bleating..."

"Can I come too?" Peaks reached out for Joan's hand.

Joan looked down at Peaks, her face a stoic mask. "What did the prophet observe when he was brought to the top of The Mountain of Zion and saw all the host of heaven seated on the peak?"

"There was no crowding." Peaks answered, slipping his fingers between the armored gauntlets Joan wore. A bit of catholic school learning came back to him.

"There was room for all." Bae finished, lifting her own hand out to reach Joan's.

"Master!" GODDESS cried out as the two began to float into the air. "You're just going to leave us?"

"You're in charge my love, I'll be back as soon as I can." Peaks waved to her.

"You bitch! You bitch!" The hispanic mistress was frothing, angered beyond reason. She pointed towards Bae and let all the world know her emnity.

"That's not going to be a fun homecoming..." Bae mused as Joan lifted the two of them out of the club and into the night sky. They flew with her like the saint was peter pan. Though this was incredible, and magical neither of them spoke for some time. Instead they held their silence as New York slipped away under them.

It wasn't until Indiana was firmly beneath their flight path that Bae finally spoke. "You came with me."

Despite the rushing wind they could hear one another perfectly. "This is important to you... as your master it's my job to ensure all your needs are attended to. Physically... sexually... spiritually..."

"Oh..." That word hung on the rushing winds.

"Oh?"

"It's just... this all seems like such a grand gesture."

"I'm too old to be confessing my love Bae..."

"Well I'm still young, and I want to hear it."

"Good thing I'm the master and it doesn't really matter what you want." Stubborn old man!

"I need to hear it Master, okay?" She paused. Then decided that saying everything was better than saying nothing. "I need to hear that I'm not alone, and that you love me too. I still love you like I did in highschool, I still dream we'll have a life together... I still love you Master. I need to know you feel the same." There it was she said it, and without all the buts, and if, and maybes. There was how she felt, and it all felt so impossible. He was bound to GODDESS, there were the other girls, there was her incredible guilt for denying him sex, there were the decades of terror they'd unleashed onto the club scene of new york, all of it went unsaid.

"Of course I love you Barbara, but how could I ever be worthy of your love? After what happened to you?"

"Are you kidding, because of me you had to masturbate in your bathroom, I should have been walking around school stuffed with creampies! If i'd just given you what you needed the show would never..."

"Agh, shut up." He said these words without a hint of the kindness that'd been there before. She instantly complied, but it hurt. "You're not her... you're not Barbara. Sometimes I look into your sad eyes long enough and I think you are... but then..."

"How can you hate me, for what they've done to me?"

"It wasn't you Bae! It was Barbara!"

"That's me, I'm her!"

"You're not!" He barked. "You're what's left of her. Barbara would never joke about... what you said earlier."

"Creampies, master they're call creampies. You jizz in the box, and let us deal with the mess. What are you twleve? And yes! Yes, I fucking would joke about creampies if I was twenty years older and lived in a nonstop sex dungeon. I would actually grow a funny bone and joke about it. Every moment of my life is how Barbara would react to things if the exact fucking thing that happened to her happened to me. "

"You're not her Bae, you're just not. I could snap my finger and give you an order and you'd be a completly new person, new personality, new accent, hell even memories. You're not real you're a..."

"...A person Master! I'm a fucking person! People forget their lives everyday, people wake up from brain surguries with no emotions, and different personalities, they're not real? I'm real. And I love you, and I always have, and if you just waited a year or two I would have given you crazy repressed catholic finally being let free sex for the rest of your life, and if you want to be an old man full of regrets that's fine. But I'm still in my twenties, and I'll be damn if I'm going to live one more second of it as nothing more than your bar bitch.

"Thiz iz zo ackward..." Joan butted in. "But we're here..."

"Colorado?" Asked Bae.

"Oregon."Answered the saint.

---

Karen's latest season of Harem Hotel: Oregon may not have been as ambitious as Skylar's season, but it was chugging along nicely. The woman who'd been begging her husband not to fuck her daughter was now singing a different tune. "Do it just like I told you. Be his wet willing fuckhole, do whatever he asks. If I ruined my body having you, and didn't create the perfect cum socket, I'll make you regret it."

"Yes mommy." The collar around the girl's neck chirped sweetly. girl herself was tightly bound into a suit of latex, with a hood that revealed neither her mouth nor eyes. Only her proud raven hair could be seen with the suit, which was tied up in a pair of cute pigtails. "My pussy want's it's needle, will you poke my clit mommy?" The little voice box spoke for the whimpering girl in the suit.

"Wedding first baby, then play time."

The mother and daughter pair were walking up a black carpet, in the center of what looked like a chapel. Thought instead of saints, and jesus decorating the place it was now pentegrams and vampire teeth.

The Bride's party was a collection of the sluttiest looking goth's you'd ever seen in your life. Clad in leather, latex, and other shiny materials that squeaked when they rubbed together. Each was decked out in spike, tatoos, and piercings. These were the other contestatns of the season all broken and docile, though behind their eyes was the feral lust of their situation.

The Groom's party was a collection of friends and family. He'd been a balding slob of a man stuffed in a suit when we last saw him, but now he was ripped and wearing nothing but a vest, and leather pants. He must have been twenty years younger at least.

They'd apparenlty solved the insectious math of this wedding by having the mother walk the bride down the aisle so she could marry her own father. And this is exactly what was happening as Joan, Peaks, and Bar Bae all appeared by the deer skull altar.

“Wow Deja Vu…” Peaks mumbled, and shyly hid behind Joan once he noticed the cameras.

“August - October 2008.” Bae said, covering her nipples with her hands.

“That’s right we were a goth club for three months… no this feels familiar for another reason…”

“No! No! No!” A furious voiced called out, it shook the chapel like the voice of an angry god. Then the doors flew open, and out came queen goth herself Lady Eloise Bloodmoon Herself, wearing a leather dress and a tiara that seemed to be decorated with icicles. “You have no respect for the work I put into these scenes. Joan of Tart, you promised I’d never see you again.”

“Oh fuck.” Peaks and Bae both gasped and held eachother, fear suddenly ate up all the courage they’d gathered. This was her, one of the three villians who’d destroyed their lives.

“Yes this is true, and in a perfect world we would never be seeing eachother again. Alas Eve and the forbidden fruit, you know? What I have to say is this: perhaps ruining Skylar’s show is not so crazy?”

Eloise smirked. “I’m guessing you bet started losing?”

“You do not know?”

“No, I wouldn’t watch the trash Skylar produces, if I have nothing to do with… wait a second.” She suddenly stepped around Joan. “I thought I recognized those Cannons! Barbara: Until **** Do Us Party 4th Place! Oh! And that must mean silver Fox there is Master Peaks. Wow, and I mean wow this is why we need a where are they now series. From reedy little virgin to this are you kidding me?” She turned to Joan. “All is forgiven this is treat enough.”

“No treat.” Joan stepped between Eloise and Peaks. “I’m here to make a deal.”

“The wedding is open bar.” Eloise was suddenly behind Joan, and pulling Bae out into the aisle by a nipple. Bae gasped, and tripped. Falling to her knees, Eloise kept hold of the nipple lifting Bae’s heavy breat off the ground. It suddenly spewed champagne like a firehose. Eloise aimed it high so it could rain down at all. “You know this was my idea? I said she hates drinking, let’s make it her whole personality, and my genius co hosts says ‘yeah and let’s make her tits really big too!’ So ya know, back problems courtesy of Skylar.” As she spoke Bae’s spray changed color and consistency changing brands and drinks with no transition time. Bae was being humiliated sure, but she also felt betrayed. She’d thought she’d made the best of her transformation, but now her tits were eagerly responding to Eloise in a way they never had for her.

“Get off her.” Peaks went to push Eloise off of Bae, but the ring bearer Aka a corgi with a pillow on its back appeared under his feet. “Waaaaah!” He cried and his the floor, rings scattered to the ground, the corgi tipped, but his ass, and ran away.

“Backbone complements of… who? I wonder.” Eloise laughed, and let go of Bae. Where’s the rest of the gang? Are you his traveling slut or something?”

Bae growled and got to her feet. “I’m his bartender.”

“Enough.” Joan said. “You listen to me now.”

“Fine.” Eloise licked her her hand. “We’re ruining Skylar?”

“Barbara has agreed to be my host, I need you to get her into Skylar’s world, you have a way yes?”

“Don’t you have a way? You’re in my game!”

“I was asked not to come back.”

“I’m begging you to leave and never come back.”

“Maybe we can work something out then…”

——-

“That was quite the speech you gave earlier.” Peaks looked out to the assembled crowd, they were all frozen in time, frozen solid. Eloise and Joan had gone off to talk with the hosts’ team. So they were the only two people there in the chapel.

The only two people NOT stuck in a temporal state of uncertainty.

“Yes, I’m sorry master. We were flying, and there was a saint, and everything felt so magical, I forgot myself and I’m sorry. It felt like if I kept talking I could get anything I wanted.”

He inspected the panty line of one of the bridesmaid’s cyberpunk thong. “But you meant everything you said?”

Bae paused, she suddenly felt cautious. She’d confessed her love twice today and had only made him mad. A third time felt more foolish than charming. “I was kind of high when I said it, so anything involving love yes, anything insulting you no.”

He took it in a cautious sort of way. Like she had just presented him with a bomb to diffuse. This was not the sitcom anxiety of a husband tiptoeing around his bitchy wife. He knew he could do anything to Bae and she’d still serve him… if not… love him.

No this was a man navigating around the all see all, consuming landscape of his own doubt. This is a man who had not been critiqued in two decades. Nature abhors a vacuum and so to replace that unnatural state of being, his psyche had developed a sharp sense of self hatred. Honed to a razor’s edge it could carve away at his every deed, every thought until it was naught but selfish bone and vile viscera.

“I just don’t believe you could love me after everything that’s been done to you, for me by me.”

“But I do.”

"I know, I'm sorry. I believe that you, you, you love me. No, you don't get angry like you did unless something is real." She blushed, in the way you do when an old lover recognizes one of your tells. They were an old couple, though their gap in their age was getting increasingly problematic, they'd known each other since they were teens. "But I don't think you're the same person as the girl I dated in highschool. And I feel like I'd be betraying her if I accepted what you're saying... like it was all okay what they did to you... it doesn't make sense."

"Highschool?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's never made sense. We hadn't seen each other for years. Christ, We had all of college to date and get over each other..."

"But I didn't love you in highschool..." Bae said quietly, that was harder to tell him than confessing her love had been. Delivering anything that could hurt his ego was painful. But the truth wins out sometimes.

"You didn't? But... I loved you."

"Well," She was looking at her shoes, well a normal person would have. Instead she just stared at the expanse of her titflesh, and fiddled with the harness that kept her tits off the ground like the cables of the golden gate bridge. "Well that very well might be, but I didn't love you. I mean you were cute, and I liked you..." She paused, Peaks was holding his hand to his heart, clutching his shirt. "Master?"

"Wow, this feeling..." He sighed and sat down on a bench next to a frozen guest. "I forgot what being denied by a woman felt like..."

"Oh Master!" Bae broke into tears. "I'm so sorry! I was a brain-dead cunt! Fucking prude, if I had half the sense a dog has I would have been... is that an erection?"

"No yeah." He waved her away, and crossed her legs. "You were being honest, that's good, loved that, keep going."

"Um... well there's not... wow heh okay. Um, yeah we were eachother's firsts, so you know, I mean no one's perfect."

He nodded. "Haven't heard that for a while, go on."

"Well I mean, you were always playing video games, and you were always talking about the book you were going to write, but when I talked about Student Council, you'd just zone out, and you kept eating that dang mint chocolate gum, even though I told you it was rank!"

He groaned his face flushed. "Ooooh god, how did you stand me?"

"Because you were cute, ya know? And sweet, and I really liked that you were a writer, I still like that. Sometimes I see you zoning out at the club, and I wonder if you're thinking of a story, a little world, and I wonder if I'm in it, and well... heh I guess I've lost the point."

He smiled at her, erection still poised but no longer overwhelmed by the foreign feeling of rejection. It was a warm smile. She so rarely saw it. The sexual excesses of a harem are rarely sweet, which breeds smiles like that. "You didn't love me."

"Right, and maybe my promise ring, and virginity pledge would have been easier to forget if I had, but I didn't..."

"But you do love me."

"Yes."

"When?"

"You're not going to..."

"When?"

"During the show."

"Fuck. See I told you!"

"Stop it, listen to me will you? You never listen. It's just like when we play video games, you skip all the dialogue and then you've got no idea what's going on!"

"The dialogue is just there to give them an excuse to get you into the gameplay loop, how many ways are there to tell me why I should destroy a malfunctioning robot?"

"The dialogue is the whole fucking reason the story is happening! Is blowing up the robots that don't matter!"

"It's a video game!"

"They're a melding of all the mediums if you just want mechanics, play a card game."

"You can't blow up robots with an ace of spades! I'm not Gambit."

"Well while you were playing the game, I was watching the story unfold, okay?" She took a deep breath, half annoyed, and half scared, half weeping from the moment they were already sharing. "I watched you go through that show..." A sob surprised her, so she balled her hands into fists and stamped her foot. "I saw you try so hard Master. To stay true to yourself."

He scoffed at that. "Now I know you're lying."

She scowled, furious he'd treat such a treasured memory like that. "It's true, and you think that just because they were doing this show for you, that you're somehow less of a victim than us. But you whored yourself out for everyone just so they could have a chance at surviving."

"Yeah." He sighed. "Big sacrifice, sleeping with all these..."

"Did you want to?"

"Of course, they were beautiful..."

"Did. You. Want. To?"

He kicked the pew in front of him. "No! Fuck of course not!" He was on his feet now, a sob almost dipping into his own voice. "Fuck they're all beautiful sure, but that many, in that little time? And under those circumstances, as if I liked how desperately they threw themselves at me, like I was some kind of oxygen mask. When you can see the hate in their eyes, as they fuck you, and knowing you can never talk to anyone about it? What sort of guy is going to complain about having a harem? How can you complain to your harem when they're getting lobotomized for not fucking you degeneratively enough for the audience?"

"But you did it. Like a true master, you shouldered that burden for us. You saved us."

"Not Rose! Not Naynay, not Preya!"

"I know..." He hugged him, he was crying now. She was crying. "I know how much their eliminations hurt you."

"If I'd just... done more perverted things with them they would have scored more points... bonus points... maybe the audience would have rated them higher..."

"It's not your fault."

"I'm the master Bae... everything that happens to my harem is my responsibility."

"And that..." She kissed him. "Is why I fell in love with you."

He was stunned by the kiss. How silly. The things he'd done to that body, and for a kiss to give him pause. So many old wounds had been torn open, maybe the calculuses built over their intimacy had been torn away too. "You fell in love with me because I learned how to become a master?"

“No, listen to me. I love you, because you fought so hard to remain kind, and gentle, and good.”

It was a sweet thing to say, but a terrible thing to believe in Peaks’ estimation. Twenty years made that moment in his life and now seem like a gaping chasm.

“Bae… I beat you.”

Nothing kind or gentle about that.

“I never said you succeeded.”

He was torn to shreds, there was nothing left of him. Nothing more he could do than be held in her arms and cry. He felt like a college student again trapped in the club, in the darkness. She held him and petted him as his anguish pour out of his face. She said sweet lies like “it’s okay” and “it’s not your fault.” Which of course it was. All these years he thought it was Bae who’d changed, and that those changes made it impossible for him to act on his true feelings. But no, it was him who’d changed. He’d created a world, a whole philosophy to justify his anger and **** of the girls who he saw as tools of his own undoing.

“You can’t love a man who hurts you.” He said quietly. “If anyone hurt you, hurt any of you… I’d kill them.”

“It’s not my place to judge how you treat your harem.”

“If I could be rid of it I would.”

“I know.”

“I don’t feel any closer to making this work…”

"But we haven't even tried." He pulled away from him and held his hands. "You want to, don't you? You want to?"

The pause filled hours and graves. And in the time it took for him to speak a thousand galaxies in the internal universe of Bae had bloomed and faded away. Anticipation the great giver and taker of life, roamed unchecked within her soul. "Yes." And in an instant, her universe expanded. With a single word, a new creation sprung from the ashes of the old. Faster than the speed of light it expanded, destroying the old so that the new could be formed.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Bae."

"How long?"

"Before you loved me, apparently." He gave her a rueful chuckle, but it was to hide more tears. "Since highschool, a little bit at a time, then when I saw you again at the club, all at once. I thought it was God giving me a sign that you really were the one, but it was the show."

"It was God." Bae nodded and looked up at him.

He could barely stand to look into her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything. I should have done everything I could to make sure you won."

"No, no more sorries master. Let's just live, let's just do this, and love each other, and find a million new wounds to inflict upon each other, because I'm geting real tired of these old ones."

Tears be gone, he was smiling now, beaming. He was the sun who shineth upon the first blooms of spring, and knows that the infertile gloom of winter is now past.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you!"

"I love you!"

All the while Bae began to undress her master. His tie, hisjacket, the buttons on his shirt. "I love you, I love you." She ran her hands along his muscles, still firm, so perfect. She rested her hands upon his chest, and dared to lean in to hear the thumping of his heart. She had twenty years of romantics clawing their way to the surface of her psyche. Dare she think, that the thump thump within was for her?

"I love you." It was, or at least there was room for her. She knew that this precious moment would last only until contact with GODDESS then her sway over him would return, or it wouldn't. Or little lord love, mightiest of conquerors would finally reign supreme over their lives, but either way she didn't care. The love was here, in this chapel and in his arms.

"Do you still have that erection?"

"Absolutely not."

"I love you, I love you." She smiled at him, and got to her knees. "How powerful am I? Can I do it with just my words? I love you, I love you." She said, warmly to his crotch. She undid his belt, and took her time snaking out of the loops, and throwing it to the crowd. "I love you, I love you." She purred, and moaned, as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. Ziiiiiiiiiiiip. "I love you." She closed her eyes, and pulled his boxers down, and gasped in delight as she felt his erection recoil and hit her lips. "Very powerful indeed." She grinned and opened her eyes. "So perfect." His member stretched out to meet her, and to her looked like the perfection of the artists of the Renaissance. It was long, girthy, it was beautiful.

"It's not perfect." He said modestly.

"We have to take each other as we are master, I'm still your harem girl, and to me..." She shook her head and admired the thing. "It's perfect."

"I love you."

"I love you." She grinned and looked up at him. "Can I have it simply because we love each other, or will you make me beg?"

"It's yours."

She sighed happily and reached behind herself to unclasp her harness. Like a collapsing civilization, the harness and her breasts bowed down to gravity and collapsed on the ground, filling her lap with the chunky cans. "Mine, mine mine." She ran her hands over her breasts, over her nipples, she was shivering with delight. She almost looked like a hamster cleaning herself. But as she rubbed, and pleasured herself her breasts began to take on a shine, as she lubed her breasts up with a frothy, soapy oil.

"I was thinking we'd use your pussy." He said as he watched her work. "Seems more special."

"Eeww I hate my pussy." She said, repeating a bit of programming from the show. "What's more special than my tits?"

"You got me there." Taking her queue, he laid down and rested his head on his folded-up clothing. Like a machine pathing a sidewalk, she crawled towards him, letting her massive breasts trail along his body while they did. She leaned over him, now half stradled, and gathered up her girthy girls around his dick. He exhaled through his nose, as she began to work herself over him.

"Mmmm yessss." She sighed, receiving pleasure for herself through her sensitive breasts. The mental pleasure was there as well, this wasn't their usual ****-fueled fuck behind the bar. Frantic and wild. This was sensual, a massage. She took her time, she watched him, she hungeredfor him. He sighed, and close his eyes, or sometimes he'd make eye contact, and she'd be the one to sigh. They were all smiles. This was the best. They giggled for a moment and then Bae shook her head.

"What?"

"My brain is telling me that I should have done this in highschool."

"Oh yeah, those A-cups would have made for great fucking." He snarked.

She giggled, and squeezed his dick like it was a punishment. "I seemed to remember you being fairly **** to get a hold of those A-cups."

He grinned. "Believe me, I would have jizzed the moment you pulled them out."

She laughed. "Oh yeah?"

"Yup, it would have been high pressure too, like in Handcock." They shared a laugh. "But I dunno, the twenty year wait has made this kind of nice."

"I agree." She spit on his dick. "My brain's bad."

"That's why you need your master."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes master." She continued to pump his dick with her soaped-up tits. He was a lucky man. The field was so bountiful and giving that at all moments his dick was feeling pressure, and friction, and effortless glide. He was just along for the ride honestly, it was like watching or rather feeling an artist at work. She moaned through a great deal of it, her own bliss evident to anyone. "Are you ready?" She husked after a while. "I'm ready... I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm mmm, yes I want it."

"Okay." He grinned and let her pull herself off of him, and kneel before him. "You promise you'll stay awake?"

"Nuh uh." she said excitedly.

Now he rolled his eyes. "I love you, I love you, now fuck me till I black out."

She giggled and gathered her tits up. "And you fell for it. All you men think about is love."

"Right or left?"

"Righty." She said hefting up one boob towards his dick.

He nodded, and lined his dick up with the large nipple she was presenting to him. "Gotta think of better names for them."

"You didn't like Chunky and Midge."

"Ugh," he gaged all over again, remembering names she'd offered up before.

Carefully the two lover pressed their sexes together. Peaks the dick, Bae the nip. "Slowly slowly slowly." Bae whined as their fleshy parts began to press.

"I'm slow as hell Bae."

"Aaaaaah." She sighed as she felt her nipple give, and slowly began to welcome his dick into the secret depts of her love tunnel. "Yesss, oh fuck yes." She clenched her eyes shut, and cried for a moment as she felt him enter her. It always felt so perfect when he did this, this is what she was made for. Now she had the added pleasure of doing it with someone who loved her.

True to the taunt her harem sister had leveled at her, it was a lewed displayed. When peaks pulled back her nippled made an alien squealching sound as it wetly released, it's hold on him, and allowed him to pull his fully lubed up dick back for another thrust. He slowly pushed it back, and was treated with less resistance than last time, her tits were now open and welcome to the idea of getting fucked. He continued this slow routine for a few thrusts making sure she was well prepared for him.

"Come on, just give it to me." She begged.

"Okay." He gave her a charming smile, and ran his hand through her hair, she short buzzed half, which was young and soft like yew. "And if you're not awake for when I'm done..."

"I love you." She promised.

"I love you too."

And the nipple fucking began in earnest. Bae braced her tits in her hands, and allowed him to **** her glands with his usual enthusiasm. Though the romance had been great, she was pretty much useless as a lover by this point. So overwhelmed by the pleasure of having her nipple invaded like this all her functions were devoted to keeping her breasts in place, beyond that eye contact, a coquettish smile, or a whispered sweetness were just too much to ask. She mewed and she reveled, and shrieked, and cried, and banged her head, and could almost muster forth guttural demands for more with her sweet 'muh, muh'. But as a lover she was gone, but he didn't mind. She'd been so sweet already, so lovely. So strong, and she wanted this. He was happy to give it, to her, this bliss or oblivion or whatever made this so good from her side of things. And what man doesn't like reducing his lover to a babbling set of holes?

And he wasn't suffering himself, ladies and gentlemen. Harem Hotel does good work, and the wet sucking confines of Bae's breasts were a sex onto themselves. Neither ass, or mouth, nor womanly pussy, the love tunnels acceded through her nipples were their own pleasurable domain. There was so much more give and bouncing to them, and the act itself was so plainly lewd that it always felt wild, unhinged, and deviantly pleasurable.

As Peaks tended to one nippled, Bae worked on the other, with what little motor skill she had left. She held the mighty nipple in her hand and jerked it with all the skill she'd earned servicing Peaks. The nipple was happy for the attention, no longer neglected while it's sister got all the fun, it spurted fresh and sweet milk this way and that. The rocking of their body left no aim to the act, so the pews, the ailse, the guests and room were and drizzled with Bae's dairy.

Peaks groaned, and held himself close to his lover. Finally climaxing he let loose a whimper and filled her with everything he had. She couldn't even mumble out her thanks only cry out in bliss as he gave her what he wanted. Her breasts hungrily and needily milked him, and sucked on him as he came. His knees buckled, and at long last, her breast released him, and let him stumble back, heavy of breath and deeply happy. "Wow, that was great it's been a while, I... are ya with me?"

"Mmm?" She was bleary eyed, and still rubbing her nipples. "Mhm." She nodded slowly, with a lazy smile on her face. "I am become cum, destroyer of brains."

"It looks good on you." He whipped his dick off on the mother of the bride. "... I guess we have should have pity on these ones too." He looked over at his frozen counterpart. "Well, maybe not the guy about to Mary, his Daughter."

"Isn't that just great? We go to save one show, and end up finding another. Fuck Master that was great, I love you."

"I love you too baby." Peaks looked around. "I doubt Karen will help us if we burn the whole thing down." His eyes glinted, and he went over to where the ring bearer had dropped the wedding bands. "But no rings no wedding."

"Devious." She watched him finger the rings for a moment, and then look at her.

"Marry me?"

"Not in this Church, Master." She looked at the Statue of Baphomet in the corner.

So he got down on one knee, now matching her height. "Barbara, will you marry me?" He held up his finger and counted off. "Catholic Ceremony, Catholic church, honeymoon outside the club, you get to pick theme night for club once we get back, and you can have these girls we're saving be your bride's maids."

She shot back with her own hand. "We invite everyone, even Goddess. DJ is your best man."

"Naturally."

"My dad walks me down the aisle, you can have my pussy on the honeymoon, and I work the open bar."

"It's our wedding!"

"No one else will do it right!"

"It doesn't have to be Preya, we can hire someone."

"I'm not going to have some curly mustache, beanie-wearing, douche from Brooklyn working one of our events, okay?"

He rolled his eyes. "How do you imagine this working, we're having our first dance behind the bar, and you're sliding shots down the line? Or are you off on your own working, at our wedding?"

"Oh, like you don't have other girls to spend time with."

"I'm the asshole?!?"

She crossed her arms. "Maybe that's a no from me, then?"

"Fine, we'll both work the bar, and fucking DJ and GODDESS can lead the reception, happy?"

"The Happiest!" She launched forward, and took him into a hug. They kissed and groped, and when they fell apart, she held her hand out for the ring.

But because this is Harem Hotel: Living in Sin and everything has to always be a little bit gross, the ring was now far too big to slide on her finger, it was the size of a bracelet now. "Naturally." He smiled, and brought the ring over her right nipple. It contracted and squeezed the large thing enough to make it bulge. "Looks good."

"Three Months' Salary?" She cupped her breast to more finley admire the bling.

"I hope not." He smiled, and laid down with her on the ground. Deviously he flicked her other nipple, "I still have to get the matching set."