Chapter 39
by 
Kinje
And yet...
Not everything found in nature originated there
“So what kinds of sex do you enjoy?” Hazel’s question neatly derailed Kevin’s previous train of thought, as it came unprompted the moment the castle staff finished clearing away their plates from dinner. The nymph had already started to rise as she asked it, and Kevin was treated to the sight of her well-rounded ass flexing as she swayed her way towards the bed.
“I—uhh—do you mean positions, or—actually, can you give me an example of what you mean?” After a few moments of distracted staring, Kevin pushed himself to his feet and began to walk after Hazel. He saw the vines that normally wrapped around her figure begin to slowly unwind without any apparent intervention on her part, which left her clad in nothing more than her sun-kissed skin.
She spun around to face him as she hopped up onto the bed, no sign of shyness or self-consciousness on her features despite her now complete nudity.
Well, it’s not like the vines cover much even when she has them on.
“For example, I’m a fan of taking my time, as long as there’s no particular reason to rush. While frantic passion can be enjoyable, it rarely offers more than ten to twenty minutes of pleasure. When you have all night, like we do, I don’t see any reason to skip straight to penetration. I very much enjoy seeing the pleasure on my partners faces, so spending an hour just exploring and caressing each other to see what feels good can be a fantastic way to spend an evening.” The nymph’s tone was perfectly conversational, with no particular effort put into being seductive, but the picture she painted had Kevin’s cock rising to full erection.
“I–” Kevin began to respond, then stopped almost immediately. He thought back to the earlier conversation he’d had with Hazel when they first arrived in his room, and made a conscious effort to meet her on the same level that she offered him. “That sounds absolutely wonderful, Hazel. Would you like to do that now?” Since she was already naked, Kevin felt far less self-conscious than usual about stripping off his own clothes.
Hazel let out a warm laugh. “I’d be delighted. You didn’t actually answer my question, though.” Her tone was gently teasing, which removed any potential sting Kevin might have felt at the reproach.
“I—you’re right, I didn’t. Honestly, I don’t know that I have a great answer for you. It’s not something that I’ve really thought about in so many words, and none of my previous partners have been as… uninhibited as you.” Kevin didn’t miss the way Hazel’s eyes darted over his form to take in his nude appearance, but while a part of him wanted to shy away from the attention, the lure of the smiling nymph was enough to persuade him to crawl forward onto the bed. She had scooted to the middle of it while he was undressing, and it took him a few moments to reach her in the middle of the vast and slightly bouncy expanse.
“That’s a pity. I’ve never really understood the hangups that humans have around sex.” She beckoned him closer as she continued, “That’s a conversation for a different time, though. I’m still not hearing an answer, Kevin. What is it that you want? Should I pin you down to the mattress and ride you until I’m satisfied? Lie back and let you play with my tits until you have that out of your system?”
Kevin snorted. “Unlikely that’ll happen any time soon.”
The comment might have been meant as an aside, but Hazel responded easily, “I tell you what—let’s start there, but in exchange you have to tell me what’s going through your head while you do it.”
The nymph suited action to words and lay back in the center of the bed in a relaxed pose. Her arms slipped up to rest her hands behind her head, and while she made no move to keep her thighs together, neither did she splay her legs out any more than necessary to be comfortable.
Still, the invitation was explicit, and Kevin couldn’t help himself. As hard as he’d tried to be a gentleman about it, he’d been captivated by the nymph’s massive tits since he first saw her. Within moments, he was on his knees at Hazel’s sides as he reached down to grope and maul her chest.
He didn’t stop there, though. Kevin’s hands began to stroke and explore every inch of the nymph’s tanned skin, working slowly outwards from her breasts—and making the occasional return trip when he couldn’t resist.
As much as he was enjoying himself, though, Kevin’s eyes frequently moved from what he was doing to Hazel’s face. While it was clear she enjoyed being touched no matter where his hands went, the expressive moans she let out made it clear that only the area directly around her nipples was particularly sensitive on her chest. As he moved slowly lower, she wriggled at the accidental tickle of his fingers on her soft abdomen, and it was only when his fingers began to slide lower still that he remembered he was meant to be talking.
“Oh, um, you wanted to know what’s going on in my head. Um—right now, mostly I’m trying to figure out what you like. You have such an incredible body, I want to touch it all over, but I–” He paused and looked up. The nymph nodded encouragingly at him, and he pushed past his reservations to blurt out, “Fuck! I want to make you squirm for me! I want to drive you crazy, so crazy that you can’t help but want my cock! You’re so beautiful and perfect and patient, and I want to make you want me!”
The response to Kevin’s words was a low throaty moan from Hazel. “Mmm, that’s what I want to hear. Tell me what you want—tell me what you’re thinking of, what’s turning you on. You want me to want you? Tell me what you’re going to do to me. Tell me what you’re thinking and feeling. My pussy is already nice and wet, but if you’re going to drive me crazy you’ll need more than a couple squeezes of my tits.” There was a hint of a challenge to the nymph’s words, but she followed them up with a wink when he glanced at her.
“Oh, is that so?” Kevin slipped his hand down further. Hazel’s sex was covered with a light thatch of blonde hair a touch darker than that on her head. His fingers pushed through the dewy curls to find the entrance of her cunt, wet and waiting for him. He trailed his fingertips up and down her lower lips without pushing past them to tease her sex as he went on, “What if I started to lightly finger your pussy, would that help?”
“Mmm. It’s a great start.”
Hazel’s thighs spread for him to give him room to work, and Kevin shifted around to kneel at her side. With his right hand between her legs, his left trailed up to her breast to wrap two fingers around her plump nipple. He tugged at it lightly, his eyes remaining on her face the whole time. “What if I pulled on your nipples while I was doing it?”
“Harder.” When Kevin raised an eyebrow instinctively in response to the word, Hazel explained, “I’m not that delicate, Kevin. It’s not like I wore clothes for the first fifty years or so of my life anyway, even before Lily’s magic.”
Without even realizing that he was doing it, Kevin curled his right index and middle fingers in and slipped them past the entrance to Hazel’s channel. Her inner muscles squeezed and rippled around his digits even as she gasped and arched her back a little. The motion shoved her breast into his hand, so he gave her what she asked for and pulled at her thick nipple hard. She slumped back a moment later, then purred out, “Oh, so you like that thought? Little innocent Hazel, a naked nymph in the woods. No knowledge of humans, just waiting for you to find her and despoil her?”
“I–” The response died on Kevin’s lips. It felt wrong to admit it, somehow, but the thought of finding and claiming the naked goddess caused a surge of lust to roil through him that made his dick twitch.
A moment later, soft fingers wrapped around his shaft as Hazel cooed, “It’s alright. You can tell me. What would you do with innocent little me?” The nymph began to lightly stroke Kevin’s cock, her touch light as she sought to tease rather than to bring to release. For a moment, his mind flashed back to his time with Hwa the evening before, but a glance at the eager and encouraging woman he was fingering went a long way towards dispelling the comparison.
“Yes.” Again, he had to push past his reservations to get the word out, but as soon as he did, it was like a dam burst. Kevin reached out to tug at Hazel’s other nipple, pinching it, then pinching it again harder until she gasped out a moan. He curled the fingers of his other hand as he pumped them into her tight tunnel, so that they brushed along the slightly rougher patch of skin just inside her with each motion. “Fuck me, but yes. You’re so beautiful, I wouldn’t be able to resist. I’d—I’d want to just take you, but you’re so sweet, I think I could hold back. I think. Teach you instead—show you what your body was made for.”
Hazel’s hand sped up slightly, stroking Kevin’s cock at a pace that matched his rising tone. “Oh, and what’s that? What’s sweet innocent little Hazel built for?”
“Fucking. She’s made for me to touch and kiss and lick too, but there’s no way I’d be able to resist. You’d be on your back with your legs spread in a heartbeat. Then on all fours for the second round.” As Kevin switched back to the curvaceous nymph’s other nipple to pinch it in turn, he noticed that her chest was flush and her breathing was faster. The obvious signs of her impending orgasm, the implicit approval of his treatment of her as she responded by stroking his cock faster, drove him onwards.
“I’d have you ride me so I could teach you exactly how I liked it—and play with your tits while you did. I’d teach you to suck my cock, and introduce you to getting your pussy eaten, and cover you with my cum until you were dripping.”
“Fuck, yes, Kevin! More!”
Hazel was obviously getting close to her orgasm, but Kevin wasn’t far behind and his words grew more impassioned—but less coherent—as his own approached. “I’d make you into my own little slut! My big titty nymph to fuck whenever I got horny! Oh, fuck, I’d get you so addicted to my cum that it was the thing you wanted most of all! My own little cumslut!”
Kevin’s words devolved into an extended moan as Hazel expertly stroked him to orgasm. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock as his balls twitched so that she could hold him steady as he fired string after string of sticky cum across her torso. The majority of it wound up coating the underside of her massive tits, but more than a little made its way onto her abdomen or missed entirely to hit the blankets.
Her hand immediately released Kevin’s shaft to reach up to her torso and, with a few final pumps of his fingers, he brought her to climax. “Oh, fuck! Yes!” As the nymph screamed out her orgasm, her hands rubbed up and down her body, smearing the cum which coated her into her skin until her tits were a sticky, glistening mess.
It took most of a minute for the two to regain their senses. Kevin glanced down to realize his hand was locked in place by the nymph’s thighs, which had clamped down around it while she came. He could still feel her inner muscles twitching occasionally, so he curled his fingers slightly in response. That got a shudder and caused Hazel’s half-closed eyes to fully open. Then she seemed to come back to herself, took a deep breath, and let out a long happy sigh. “Mmm. More on that later. Now—shower?”
“Yes, Sir, I have the contestants well in hand.”
Lily flipped her hand in the air and sent the miniature image of Kevin and Hazel getting handsy in the shower off to the side so that she could pull in an illusion of Tess in its place. The selkie was alone on her bed, hugging her knees against her chest with a distant, troubled expression on her face.
She’ll need some reinforcement tonight, if I want to keep her from backsliding. Still, tonight was acceptable progress. It won’t take long before Kevin is fucking them both. The audience is going to eat it up when the season’s master gets to fuck two girls at the same time with the same dick.
“Of course, I’m keeping my touch light, as you requested. I’m a professional, it’s why you brought me on, after all.”
‘Please Lily! You’re the best Lily!’ Hah. More like I’m the only one who had a chance of pulling this off. I don’t know what He was thinking with this whole fantasy game theme. Harem Hotel is already a fantasy game, doubling down on it is just overkill.
Despite her inner thoughts, the smile on Lily’s face remained as placid as ever as she listened to the response. The hostess was in her office, with an old-fashioned phone that might have been made in the 1950s pulled out on the desk. The handset was currently cradled between her shoulder and her head to free up her hands to flick through the five sets of illusions floating in front of her. Each showed one of the rooms housing the season’s cast, the figures within moving in real time to match their counterparts.
“Don’t worry, Sir, I’ll have them ready for the dungeon soon. There’s just Blue’s day to go before then. We’ll give her a chance to show off for the audience, then we can throw the whole cast—sorry, ‘party’—into the fire. I’m sure they’ll come out the other side all the better for it.”
A few moments later, the succubus hung up the receiver with care. A few more moments passed in silence as Lily waited until the attention she still felt on her began to wane, before she let out a sigh and muttered, “Asshole.”
He’s always been impossible to work with. I’m not sure what He wants to get out of this, except for playing with a new set of toys, but at least once the season is done, I’m free of Him.
Lily closed her eyes as she gathered herself once more, then drew in a deep breath, opened them, and looked at the floating figures in front of her. She reached one hand up and flipped the illusion around to show a room with a brown-haired woman sitting on her bed as she listened to an animated talk from a blue-feathered harpy who was animatedly acting out her chase in the middle of the room.
Elsie shouldn’t require any specific nudges. By the time she’s called to take things a step further, the interplay between her compulsions and rewards will ensure she’s nicely primed.
Blue is behind schedule. The fact that she’s easily distracted has proved both blessing and curse. As hard as it is to keep her focused on Kevin, she’s easily led. The pleasure receptors built into her new body should lead her towards a physical relationship with the master on their own, but I’ll plant a couple of notions tonight and then use the quest to push her in the right direction tomorrow.
A wave of her hand sent the image spinning to the side, to be replaced by another. Lily leaned forward with an expression of focus as she studied the two figures depicted in it, her face absent the broad smile she normally wore. In its stead, the succubus’ of admittedly plump and delicious looking lips that were never the less set into a more or less straight line.
The image she regarded consisted of a black-haired Korean woman show was seated cross-legged on a bed. A single tail wagged slowly back and forth behind her, though it did not appear that she was aware of its presence. Her back was rigid and upright—which combined with the corset she wore worked to thrust her substantial breasts in the air as if to display them.
Hwa. As clever as she thinks she is, she still hasn’t realized that the more she struggles, the further she’s falling into place. I’ll dangle some hope in front of her tonight and see if she takes the bait.
Across the room from Hwa, the voluptuous form of Penny was dressed in a skimpy nightgown that revealed far more of her curves than it concealed. At first glance she appeared to be asleep, but a closer look revealed the subtle and steady movement of one of her hands beneath the blanket. Masturbating without revealing the fact that she was doing so to her roommate was proving more challenging than she expected. The thrill of discovery was warring with the desire to avoid a confrontation with the kumiho, which had resulted in the siren edging herself for the last twenty or thirty minutes as she struggled to push herself over the edge.
Penny needs a shove in the right direction. She’s taking to the world He manufactured after Kevin’s design faster than I expected, but the exhibitionism isn’t seeping in as deeply as hoped. There probably isn’t time to push her further before the challenge, though, so it’ll have to do for now.
Another flick of her wrist and the next illusion revealed a more crowded room. The serpentine half of Stheno was coiled beneath her humanoid upper body as she spoke to the four elves—two to each bed—who shared the room with her. The illusion transmitted no sound, but from the expression the elves wore, the white-haired drow and redhead who shared one bed had caught some of the same fervor the gorgon expressed. The elves sharing the other bed seemed a little more skeptical, but none dared interrupt.
Stheno might need to be dialed back a bit or she’ll grow in the wrong direction. The intent is that she fixate on her new Master, not me. It’s hardly a bad thing if she’s a fanatic, I just need to make sure she stays focused on Kevin instead of me or Him.
The disciples were a whole separate matter. As with the rest of the season’s cast, they had started as staff. Once Hazel had shown interest in interacting with them, though, Lily had stepped in. The original personalities of the four had been erased and replaced with a fresh set of memories which better befit their new role as the nymph’s sexy and uninhibited followers.
A final flick of her hand brought up the nymph in question for Lily’s observation. While she and Kevin had made it as far as the shower, there was a great deal more time spent playing with soapy breasts or stroking an erection that wouldn’t go down than there was actual washing. The hostess’ thumb met her index and middle fingers, then spread and the image grew larger in response until the curvaceous nymph and the season’s Master were quarter-scale miniatures above her desk.
Hazel will need to be urged into a greater emotional bond if she’s to maintain her popularity long term. Putting the disciples into the mix will slow that development, I’ll need to make sure to offer some additional guidance with her next transformation. No, her ‘class ability.’
What a joke.
Lily sat back in her chair as she watched Kevin and Hazel gradually make their way towards the bedroom. From the expression on the former’s face, any concerns he had about the ethics of his situation were forgotten in the sea of hormones and lust which flooded his body. He was still pushing back from time to time, but each day that passed, each new conquest under his belt eroded his resistance a little more.
Next step will be pushing him to be more proactive. It’s all well and good that he’s willing to sleep with the slutty nymph, but I’ll need to push him if I want him to be the kind of dynamic **** the audience likes.
The hostess took a deep breath, her substantial chest straining against the low-cut neckline of her dress as she stretched both hands above her head with a yawn. A glance at the illusions showed that Lily had an hour or two before most of the cast would get to sleep. Plenty of time to grab a bite to eat before she got to work.
The night was just getting started, after all.
Elsie wrapped her arms around the big pillow in front of her as she slept. The brownie had fallen asleep almost immediately after she finished her talk with Blue, exhausted from a long day, and a single strand of drool hung from the corner of her mouth.
She stood before her Master, nearly quivering with excitement as he reached out and patted her hair. “Good girl.”
She nearly came from the words alone. Well, those, and the egg currently vibrating inside of her, but that had been there for most of the day. She didn’t really see any point in taking it out unless he wanted to use that hole, but by now she would almost prefer he used one of the others. That way, she’d get to enjoy both sensations.
“Thank you sir! Is there anything else I can do to help you?”
“Yes, actually. Several things.” He flashed a grateful smile before actually listing them, though, and instead stated, “Thank you, Elsie. I don’t think I could have done this without you.”
That did the trick. The orgasm was a small one—at least, in comparison to what she got when Kevin decided to stretch her around his fat cock—but it was worlds above anything she had experienced before coming to Adventuria. A moan slipped past Elsie’s lips and she swayed, but kept her feet as she gazed up at her master with adoring, loving eyes. “Of course, Kevin. Anything for you.”
Blue was never a calm sleeper—it had seen her banished to the edge of the nest for decades before she gave up on sleeping with her sisters entirely. In the room she shared with Elsie, the sheets and blankets were stripped from the bed and gathered into a messy circle, with the harpy sprawled out in the middle as she snored lightly.
Blue looked back over her shoulder at the man kneeling behind her on the bed. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that. Now, I’m going to touch you. It’s going to feel good, but some of it will feel better than others. I want you to tell me exactly what you’re feeling, so that I can help you feel even better still. Can you do that for me?”
Blue nodded her head enthusiastically, and a moment later felt Kevin’s fingers between her thighs. “Oh, that feels good already!”
He laughed quietly, warmly, and a shiver ran down her spine at his voice. A man was touching her! Finally!
“I haven’t even started yet. Don’t worry, Blue—just listen to me, and I’ll make sure you have the best time possible.”
Bliss filled her as strong, masculine fingers stroked along the outside of her drenched folds. “Oh, fuck! That’s so much better than when I do it!” Her back arched involuntarily to present her brand new peach of a perfect ass to Kevin, and he responded without thinking. Without taking his right hand out from between her legs, his left slapped against the flawless surface of her ass in a light spank that sent a shiver of pleasure through her which was nearly as intense as the sensations coming from her cunt. “Fuck! Do that more, please!”
He obliged.
Stheno was used to sleeping on stone polished smooth only by centuries of her own body’s presence. By comparison, the wooden floor, blanket, and pillow she had now seemed luxurious. Even in sleep, the serpentine woman’s features were curled into a smile at her changed circumstances.
Stheno walked—walked!—behind Kevin, the first among his followers. The sun overhead blazed in defiance of Apollo’s will, Zeus’ thunder held at bay by the might which had been infused into her new lord. Behind her, the others of his harem circled, kept in line by Stheno’s efforts.
It required a gentle touch to shepherd such a diverse group as the harem of her Master, but he was worthy of her efforts.
He was worthy of anything Stheno had to give, and she would do so without hesitation. Because of him, she had everything, and she would spend her life ensuring that his life was as improved as hers in turn.
Tess tossed and turned restlessly as she dreamed. She had assaulted Abby. Violated her little sister.
**** her. Basically. Except–
Abby was on all fours in front of her. Kevin knelt behind the younger selkie, and every time his big cock slammed home into her sopping wet cunt, Tess felt it like a lightning bolt. It felt so good, and the sensation of her little sister’s tongue on her clit only made it better.
The only thing which kept her from cumming was that every few seconds, the silver-haired eighteen year old’s tonging paused so she could look up with gratitude in her shining green eyes and gasp out her thanks and her adoration. The young woman was in obvious ecstasy and thrilled to be the meat in a Tess-and-Kevin sandwich.
Tess’ hand slipped unconsciously between her thighs. Her silver Shifter’s outfit had transformed into a thigh-length nightie when she went to bed, but that had long ago ridden up past her waist. The athletic selkie’s fingers encountered sopping wet lips as she began to touch herself in her sleep to the fantasies of her adoring sister and new boyfriend as they fucked in every position she could imagine.
Freshly showered and dried, Kevin and Hazel laughed breathlessly as they stumbled their way onto the bed to get dirty all over again.
Hazel had always liked sex. Every nymph she’d ever met did, so it was no surprise that the simple physical pleasures of a good dick between her thighs appealed. Or a tongue, or fingers, or whatever her partner had to work with—she’d never been particularly concerned with gender or physical appearance.
What she wanted was far more about vibes, and while Kevin might not have stood out in a crowd, Hazel had to admit he had what mattered, and for one simple reason: he was willing to put in the work.
His head nuzzled against her breasts as he slid atop her, but unlike some of the men Hazel had slept with, he was willing to pay attention to the rest of her as well. Her breasts were reasonably sensitive, but so was the rest of her, and it could get tiresome to have eighty-percent of her ignored just because she had a fantastic rack.
“I want to fuck you.”
The actual sex was, as far as Hazel was concerned, a given at this point, but it was nice that Kevin was willing to continue playing along and voicing his thoughts while it happened. She let out a pleased moan of approval and wriggled her hips from side to side as she responded, “I’d like that. Tell me what you want—how you want me.”
The nymph had always believed that communication was important in bed, but she’d realized at some point in her long life that for her, it went deeper than that. Unlike her sisters, the mere act of penetration wasn’t enough.
Ok, it was, but that alone wasn’t Hazel’s preference. She wanted something more, something very specific. Communication wasn’t just important to her, it was her fetish, and here was a man whose main hobby was accomplished through his voice above all else. “You look so beautiful no matter where you are, but I want you just like this for our first time—on your back, spreading your thighs for me.”
Hazel obliged with easy, languid grace. Her thick, meaty thighs parted to reveal the soaked folds of her sex amidst the darker curly hair which covered it. Then it was Kevin’s turn to let out a pleased moan as he shifted his knees to position himself between her legs. The man’s cock hadn’t ever really gone soft as they continued to play after their mutual masturbation, and was fully erect by the time he laid it over her dark blonde bush. “Go on—tell me what you want, what you’re going to do.”
Over the last hour, she’d watched the hesitation slowly fade from Kevin, and her prompting now was rewarded. “I want to fuck you—to slide myself home in your pussy and feel you wrapped around me.”
Hazel nodded quickly, then realized a moment later she’d violated her own rule. She’d gotten lost in the sound of his voice and hadn’t used her own. “Yes, please!” A moment later, she felt the underside of Kevin’s shaft sliding along the lips of her pussy as he pulled his hips back. She could feel every bump and contour of his shaft, and the sensation drove her wild as he slowly ground himself against her.
A moment later, the head of his dick dropped until it notched itself against her entrance, and he began to thrust forward “No, that’s not enough—I want to slam myself home inside you until I claim you. I want to carve out the shape of my cock inside your pussy until you’re addicted to the feel of me filling you.” The words were accompanied by a steady motion, and by the time he finished his statement, the two were groin to groin, and his cock filled the nymph’s hungry channel at last.
Dirty talk had always been one of Hazel’s weaknesses, and as Kevin continued she found her hips bucking in an attempt to get him to make good on his promises. She was tempted to let him keep going, to see how far he would take it, but a sudden, dark impulse seized her. It was as though her mouth began to move on its own as she responded, “Yes—and then after you’ve claimed me, you have four more women to make your own.”
A shiver passed through Kevin’s frame—not enough to throw off his rhythm, but it told Hazel that he knew who she was talking about. He slowed, but a tight clench of her inner muscles was enough to get his hips pumping again as she pressed her advantage. “Four beautiful, sweet things just waiting for your seed—waiting for you to show them what love, what sex can be like. Can you do that for me, Kevin?” He groaned an unintelligible response, but the way his dick twitched inside her sent a rolling moan of pleasure rumbling up Hazel’s throat. “Can you teach my girls how to fuck?”
“That–” Kevin tried to protest, only for Hazel to squeeze down hard once more. The words died on his lips at the sensation, until he croaked out, “Yes.”
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you’re going to do.” Hazel didn’t really know where the words were coming from, but the thrill of pleasure that roiled up from her loins felt like a flame had been lit within her as she said them.
“I’ll—I’ll teach them to fuck. I’ll—oh, fuck–” As though feeding on her own lust, Kevin’s words gushed forth in a sudden torrent. “Fuck, I want to claim all of them. Your girls—Tess, Abby—fuck!” Hazel moaned out her approval as images of Kevin rutting with each of the young women in question filled her head. The thought was mixed with a maternal sense of care, but she knew that of all the men who could teach the sweet young women she had taken under her wing, Kevin was the right choice.
The nymph’s back arched as she thrust her hips up to meet him—somewhere along the way, his pace had increased until he was delivering on his earlier promise to slam himself home inside her. She could feel an orgasm starting to rise as his cock filled her. The dark, wicked thoughts that echoed inside her head seemed to reverberate with the heady pleasure of their fucking, and as she approached her crest, Hazel managed to demand, “Fuck! Yes, fill me! Give me your seed!”
A moment later, Kevin groaned out in response. Past the point of words, when he slammed his hips against Hazel, buried his cock inside her and began to pump her full of his seed, the only thought that the nymph could muster in response was the hope that he had enough more in him for the rest of the night, because once was not enough.
She had to make sure he was ready to take all the others as well, after all.
The covers had been pushed down to Penny’s waist before she finally fell asleep, and her substantial chest was half spilling out of the loose nightgown she wore. The sheets were mussed by her eventually unsubtle attempts to get herself off before bed. It had been three or four days since she’d had an orgasm, and the rising need was beginning to drive her crazy. If something didn’t change soon, she would need to do something drastic.
Penny was on stage.
Penny loved being on stage. She always had. All eyes were upon her, and the thrill which ran up from her abdomen was so flush with endorphins she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Her usual audience had shrunk to one man, but that was fine—he was the most important audience she could have, after all.
At a gesture, her assistants joined her—Elsie and Blue from one side, Hazel and Stheno from the other. All four were naked. A moment later, the room filled with a chorus of moans as each pair lowered to the stage in a sixty-nine, the scent of feminine arousal filling the air as they did.
A moment later, Tess led Hwa in on a leash and handed the end to Penny. The siren smiled and, with just a hint of effort in her voice, commanded the kumiho to kneel. She felt a warm, wet tongue bury itself in her folds, tilted her head back, and let her voice echo from the rafters.
This was good. This was a performance worthy of her Master.
It took many hours for Hwa to succumb to sleep. Kumiho were more resilient than humans, but sleep was a necessity even for them.
“But it is fair, you see.”
Kevin stood over Hwa. She was naked, her hands chained behind her, his hand wrapped around the ponytail into which her hair had been bound. The salty tang of his manhood filled her mouth as he sawed his shaft in and out of her lips without a care in the world.
She wanted to spit it out, to protest, but it was the most delicious thing in the world and she couldn’t bring herself to complain as he fucked her face.
“If anything, I think you’re getting more out of this than I am.”
Hwa tried to shake her head, but instead wrapped her plump lips around Kevin’s cock and sucked for all she was worth. Delicious golden power flowed down his shaft into her, joining the mass of swirling black and gold energy in her core.
Each jolt of it caused a spark to run over her skin like lightning until it grounded itself in her swollen clit. She could feel herself salivating, lubricating the way for her patron—her Master—to fuck her mouth and throat.
Just a little more–
She needed just a little more.
Hazel snuggled in against Kevin’s side as she slept. The pair were covered in sweat—and other bodily fluids—but the magic built into the bed was already hard at work wicking it away. By morning, while they wouldn’t exactly be clean, they would at least avoid the stickiest consequences of what had turned out to be an extended bout of sex.
The sun overhead was bright and sunny, the breeze mild and warm. Hazel walked among a group of thirty or so women, all hard at work. Elsie looked adorable in her big straw hat and overalls, and the nymph stopped to cheer her on as she labored in the garden. Just beyond, Tess and Abby—both standing nearly seven feet tall and packed with hard muscle—worked to pull a plow through a field with a pair of satisfied smiles.
Kevin stood amidst all of it. While he wasn’t working on a project of his own, their master was no slacker. Instead, he lent his efforts as they were needed, where they were needed—much as Hazel herself did.
He was their master, but he was so much more than that. He was a good and loving man, and a partner not just to her, but to their entire commune. His leadership had seen them grow in number, and navigated every challenge that they faced.
They all loved him for it.
She loved him for it.