Nymph

{if fairyfriend1=1}'No-no she's a wild slut; that's what she is. If I just repeat true facts, then there should be nothing for the world to accurately adjust in her place. Yes that's right, she a dirty little slut' Ryan's mind rattled off nearly going to an indulgent place as he thought how this pure human, untouched by the feral drives that propel the fantastical to fantastical extremes; was still just as whorish, if not more so compared to certain substitutions.

'Her name is Monica. she has red hair. She's making my dick hard. I haven't fucked her because of 1. how much of a whore she is, and 2. the gals finding out could leak it to my girlfriend; but after today and how much I've fucked, personally, neither are issues,,,,but-but I can't-I should-' his mind rattled off before he pulled himself out of his lust heavy state.

'l-let's distract ourselves before we think of her as anything sexual that she's not. Math works. There's SEVEN fucking people already amped up and set to work my cock on the regs, if that's 5oz to each (normal for Ryan), that's a LITER of nut my balls'll be needing to make DAILY, and if they're all around 130lbs and let's say 300 thrusts MINIMUM; therefore meaning that, even if our hips aren't doing those 2100 REPS of 130lbs it's still going to be wearing; which given mass and potential angle strain...' his mind somehow found all his college lectures buried deep within his post nut clarity, and was further enlightened to the dangers of harem collection.{else}

Ryan is laying on his bed, a little smirk of satisfaction on his face; just in half of a day he had solved some of his problems, and his life was going to be much easier from now on. His phone rang, Monica was calling him, "Hi Ryan! How are you? Listen I need you to pick me up tonight, see you later!" Then she immediately hung up, of course she just needs a driver, this isn't the first time Monica used Ryan just for her benefit but he's not bothered, Ryan is waiting to savor her replacement.

It's 8:30 p.m. and Ryan is inside his car waiting for Monica outside her house, after few minutes she appears and enters inside the car, " you're early! Now let's go, I can't wait to see the girls!" Said Monica, Ryan doesn't answer, he just begins to drive.

Ryan almost figured he had enough sluts, so he kept it in for a good bit of time while his friends lounged and eventually had them all alone within a karaoke lounge. After finishing his song to the point of nearly passing out, Ryan reminded himself of the 'facts' about Monica.

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'yes I've got no time, no energy, focus or use; I've got no room for a nympho like her, be it the nymph that she is' he internally remarked plainly as they were still watching him on the floor with his cock out. It took him a minute to understand that his bittersweet comment made at not turning her, had included a defined type of being; that had to be human nature -or just his to have his mind to rattle any sort of metaphor off when barely prompted.

Despite the fact that they were indoors, a wash of leaves started to flutter with a sudden wind. Ryan braced himself, and crawled up by pulling up on the table and leaning against it. On his knees instead of his back, with his hard-on returning, He saw the three turned gals gossiping with each other, and his focus landed on the newest specifically.

"heh like the energy is sooo great here to connect" Monica gushed, as ever the slutty ditz that she was, yet this Monica specifically happened to be a nature spirit; somehow channeling the calm of the forest within this urban place. Ryan's heart beat went faster and his cock got harder as he felt like a caveman in his natural habitat, and the women looked even more imposing; stunning him with the thought of all life being a part of nature and bound to its flow.

Familiar to how his day started, the newly turned girl smirked with her own indulgent thoughts at how to express herself, feeling fully personalized yet wanting to reduce Ryan to a meat-dildo to feel even truer. She lightly kicked his sternum with a giggle, and watched him slide flatly on the table.

She stood up and licked her lips, seeming quite feral despite all her delicate femininity that had his body worked up. The vines and leaves she channeled on her body migrated according to her will; fully exposing herself.

"mmmm I've been thinking about fucking you for a while, but I thought fucking dude-friends unprompted was a no-go. yet..." Monica trailed off, looking at her friends and biting her lip; oddly being quite the principled little slut.

"...Well that shouldn't matter anymore, and with all the wild freedom in this room it's just so perf~. What do ya say I fuck you to help focus it?" she asked; mesmerized by the aura of the room and looking her eyes on Ryan's dick while she shamelessly masturbated.

Being a Hetero-man, that's wanted attention for a bit too long prior to today, Ryan shrugged wimply; feeling no way to turn down a well-hidden and guilt-free fug with a hot babe, even as his balls were still sore.

"Thanks bro!" she cheered, almost sounding casual as she bent down and started jerking his slicked cock; admiring its aura and interactions with surrounding energies. Ryan was almost scared that she was just going to tease and edge him; like some sort of ritual to refine his essence, like a succubus except infusing his energy to the environment as opposed to simply pumping it into her. The karaoke lounge wouldn't want that.

Her warm, wet, slutty tongue cleaned his balls and even lapped at his thighs as her hand loosely worked; making him supernaturally harder as she savored such primal essence. It was like she was avoiding putting her tongue directly on his dick, as she swiveled around it; trailing her spit across his spattered on stomach. With all that was left being her main course, she went to giving him a tit-fuck, with her enjoying the sensation of her melons squeezing and the smell of her friends radiating between her cleavage.

{if fairyfriend1=1}"The pussy juice on this dick is sooo good~ almost as good as Chelsea's"{else}"Chelsea's pussy tastes sooo good on you-" {endif}She mused with a groan; shooting her friend a look as the most recent trail left on him"-and she didn't even taste this good back then too."

{if orcfriend2=1}The orc{else}The horse{endif} suddenly blushed to have her drunk experiments suddenly revealed, when all she did was get into a {if orcfriend2=1}drunk rage and use the nymph to test like a toy on her snatch.{else} state of heat and trusted her friend to cope.{endif}

She swirled her slutty cheeks, taking in the taste with more refinement," mmm or Rachael; she was so lonely after her BF left, but I never would've thought that 'favor' would've led to that" Monica kept musing like a proud whore, happy to have experienced everyone in this room even if her fond memories were embarrassing to everyone.

The{if orcfriend2=1} orc{else}horse{endif} kicked her up forward to straddle on top of Ryan, and the {if fairyfriend1=1}fairy formally prohibited spilling their dirty secrets{else}The donkey neighing over her{endif}. The nymph was only overjoyed at the passion she could inspire; from the jiggle sent to her ass,{if fairyfriend1=1}the magical bondage over her words{else} hee hays silencing her{endif}, and the hard cock she was grinding against.

"Right my song!" The sex concentrated nymph abruptly stopped herself with; picking a song as her quim hung on Ryan's tip. She kept paused and took deep breaths as she ran through the first lyrics of her song. "Whores in this house, theres some whores in this house-"she repeated while making shallow probes.

Monica groped her tits roughly, singing "Certified freak, seven days a week-" her voice shifting into a high pitched moan as she slid herself down.

"Fucking WAP?!" Ryan asked incredulously.

"Wet-Ass-Pussy!" she punctuated with her fat cheeks clapping and slapping against Ryan. Despite being a slut happy to fuck to her anthem, she did occasionally trail off for dirty talk; mainly telling Ryan to suck one of her tits and to keep fucking up at her good, with her frequently busying her own mouth to nibble her other teat.

She was a free spirit that felt made for sex, roughly dropping her body onto him and taking all he could thrust back up at her, and against her womb. With no restriction, she moaned when she felt like it, cursed, and dirty talked about even how hard her nipples were getting, but with the same freedom, she went to embody her favorite song while grunting the lyrics.

"Marconi in a pot! That's some wet ass pussy!" she cried out as her cunt squelched and clamped; firing off her wetness on the perfect tool to bring it out. His cock being jerked in the rhythm and hum of the wild, fired off his seed, filling her and dribbling down to the table as her sweaty tits rested over her face.

Other than receiving the fuck, it was some consolation that someone barely trying got a 20% score; stopping Ryan from being ranked last.

Of course after the first round of songs, Ryan was merely passed around like a toy as they enjoyed a few more to really take advantage of the night together and have the most fun possible.

Eventually the girls had their pity, even if his sexuality was willing, and tossed him out since his phone was suddenly being bombarded with texts ordering that he had a date to catch.