I thought I found what I always wanted, there with me

Sylvia’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched the debauchery unfold before her eyes. It was overwhelming.

Raised to embrace sexuality (and created to facilitate it) Sylvia had a very warped view of sex and intimacy. She knew her views weren’t the norm compared to humans, of course, she wasn’t an idiot. It went with the territory of being an artificial construct created to host a show filled with debauchery and sex.

Of course, she’d witnessed sexual acts in person and through the lens of a host countless times before. But there was something different about this time. Being here, watching it all play out so graphically and intimately, right before her eyes…

Strange… what’s this I’m feeling right now? She asked herself.

She was only a bed away from Nick, Mary, and Holly. But the gap between the two beds might as well have been the Grand Canyon for all it mattered. Even so, she still felt herself getting drenched in the pheromones exuded by the three of them as they sucked, fondled, and squeezed each other, their moans blending together in wondrous harmony.

As anticipated, Nick did not stop with a single titjob. Or, well, a single double titjob, if you wanted to be specific. His cock was still hard and ready to go, and Sylvia watched in rapturous awe as Holly and Mary went right back to work on it.

“Mm… oooh!” Holly leaned forward peppered the throbbing head with smooches as she squeezed at Mary’s breasts, pushing them against her own. As she did, Mary threw back her head and added some moans of her own, passively yielding control of their double-teaming endeavor to her sexual partner in crime.

Holly was definitely running the show, and Sylvia couldn’t help but be impressed. She slathered Mary with compliments just as deftly as she slathered Nick’s cock with spit, slowly but surely coaxing the both of them further and further over the edge of sexual corruption.

“Fuck… you both… that’s so fucking amazing!” Nick groaned, bucking his hips. Sylvia leaned in close and squinted, trying to get a better look at what he was going through, but she couldn’t make anything out through the meaty curves of the two loving women servicing him so passionately.

What was he feeling right now? Sylvia couldn’t begin to imagine. She knew sexual pleasure, of course- she was no stranger to how the acts of love could twist one’s body and heart. But the pleasure Nick seemed to be feeling, it was like nothing she knew. Her heart pounded in excitement as she gazed upon his face, twisted with enflamed desire, and she wondered…

Is this what sex is like? Those faces they’re making… this pleasure… it’s so different from all the other times.

Why was that? Was this really different from the previous acts she’d witnessed from them? Or did it seem different because she was different? Because she was finally opening herself up to the possibility of being a sexual partner for her Daddy?

Sylvia honestly had no idea. But she was captivated by it.

“Just a little more…” Holly moaned. “You can feel it, right, Mary? He’s so close to the edge… he’s helpless to our boobs, isn’t he?”

“He… he is-!” Mary cried out, no longer an active participant. Now Sylvia could see her squeezing Holly’s breasts with the same passion that Holly was squeezing her own. Both women seemed intent on using their partner’s breasts to please Nick’s cock with everything they had.

And judging from the grunts and the way he increased his thrusting, it was working quite well.

Sylvia’s lips felt moist, and she realized she was licking them. She squirmed, rubbing her legs together, and felt glad that she had the blanket to cover herself. Her heart pounded in her chest and a tiny moan escaped, and she **** herself to be quiet.

It killed her to do it. She should just be open about the sexual pleasure she was relishing, she knew that. But seeing them interact so intimately like that was paralyzing. It was as if she was staring at a perfect scene, captured exquisitely in sand, and if she made a peep, if she disturbed what was going on or distracted the three of them in any way, the moment would be ruined and it would all come crumbling down before her eyes.

That was unacceptable. She couldn’t let this stop here. So she clamped her legs shut and clenched her teeth, and **** herself to watch the brilliant and seductive scene of sexual pleasure playing out in front of her.

“Just think, all this wonderful, sticky sperm building up in your balls,” Holly moaned, taking a hand from Mary’s breast and reaching below, where Sylvia’s eyes couldn’t see, but she knew all the same what she was doing. “It’s perfect, isn’t it? Brewing up a nice, thick load to go ‘spurt spurt spurt’ inside my helpless little womb…!”

“Holly, fuck… stop!” Nick’s pleading voice didn’t even convince Sylvia that he seriously wanted her to stop, not when he looked so overwhelmed with pleasure. His cock defiantly spurted out a jolt of precum that glazed the two womens’ chests, as if speaking its own objection to Nick’s pleas.

He wanted this. He wanted it dirty, he wanted it sexy, he wanted it hotter than hot, and Sylvia wanted to see it all.

But even as she watched, doubt thudded in her chest beside her pounding heart.

Is this really what he wants? What Holly wants? She wondered. Daddy is clearly aroused by the idea of knocking his women up. It’s such a big fetish for him that even calling him “Daddy” makes him uncomfortable! But even if he finds it hot… is it really the right thing to do? Is that what he really wants deep down?

Before, Sylvia would have just accepted the surface pleasure brought about by his sexual desires. She would have assumed that he was just playing coy. That his rational mind was second to what he wanted in his heart. She would have encouraged him to abandon “rationality” and embrace the hedonism.

That was the reason Harem Hotel existed, was it not? That was the promise she had made to him, a lifetime ago.

“The Place Where Your Fantasies Come True.”

That had been the advertisement she’d showed him. She’d swayed his heart, and lured him here, and since then, in spite of his objections, in spite of the missteps and mistakes along the way, more of his fantasies than he could count had been fulfilled in glorious detail.

And thanks to Mary, even his fantasy of knocking up a lover in the most intimate act possible had been fulfilled.

So what was the harm in one more? There wasn’t any that she could think of. Not when something this amazing was happening in front of her. Not when all three of them so clearly wanted this.

But… if that was the case… then why did Sylvia feel such an uneasy feeling in her breast right now? Why, for the very first time, was she wondering if giving someone what they claimed to want sexually was not, in fact, the best idea?

Dakota’s face flickered before her eyes, and suddenly the sexual high she was riding crashed to the ground and turned her stomach.

No, that… that’s different. Holly and Mary will love their babies with Daddy. And obviously, Daddy would be a wonderful father. None of them would neglect their kids! It won’t be like with me! Sylvia dismissed those fears immediately, knowing they were baseless. But there was still something lingering in her mind.

Like… maybe the notion that it wasn’t right for Holly to get pregnant when she was under the influence of Mary’s milk? But no, this wasn’t like with Morgana. This was what Holly wanted! Sylvia was certain, knowing what she knew about Holly, that this was something she desperately desired. To feel Nick’s love fill her up inside, and for life to sprout within her. Before Mary’s milk had ever touched her mind, she had felt that way!

So why did Sylvia feel like maybe she was wrong? Why didn’t the sight of Nick spraying his sperm all over the moaning women’s chests as they kissed each other around the head of his cock send Sylvia into orgasmic bliss herself?

Sylvia had reservations about this. But she didn’t know what they were. And that left her incapable of raising them. Even when Holly turned those big, sparkling brown eyes upon Nick and licked the sperm from her lips, and begged him…

“Put a baby in me.”

It was primal and animalistic. Mary was nearly forgotten as Nick pushed Holly down onto the mattress, pressing her so deeply in her curves were nearly hidden from sight. The girlish squeals from Holly’s lips tickled Sylvia’s ears and made her lower lips clench, and she knew that she should be happy for the other woman, and she couldn’t understand why she wasn’t.

“Yes… oh… yes… pleeeeaaaaassssssssseeeee!” Holly’s moans filled the air as Nick finally, finally inserted himself inside of her.

For Sylvia, it was like the whole world froze in that moment. They were so perfect, she realized, and Mary had made it that way. Just as Nick’s cock could be the perfect fit for any woman’s pussy, Holly’s sampling of Mary’s nectar had turned her pussy into the perfect fit for his cock. They slid together without any resistance at all, two perfect bodies designed for giving maximum pleasure to the other, and as Holly’s arms and legs shot up around Nick to lock him in tight and keep him from pulling out even if he wanted to, Sylvia could only watch, captivated by what she was certain would be the most perfect form of lovemaking she’d ever seen.

It really is different, she realized. Nick and Holly… they really are meant for each other!

Sylvia had known from the moment she brought Holly onto this show. She’d known that the spritely little repressed sexual dynamo would shake things up, and she didn’t mean in the way the bed was shaking right now!

No… Nick’s feelings for Holly were special. They always had been. Even compared to his feelings for Dakota, or Mary, Holly had a spot in his heart all to herself. A place deep and intimate for him, where his love for her could not be dampened.

Sylvia was seeing that love for herself, with a front row seat. As Nick slammed his hips into Holly’s enhanced body, making those curves of hers bounce and shake as the bedframe rattled against the wall, it was like watching two people become one person. Where Nick felt pleasure, Holly felt it too. When Nick seized hold of Holly’s bouncing breast, it was like they could both feel the electricity of his fingers.

They were one in every meaning of the word, and his wife, Mary, was practically just an afterthought at this point.

“Yes! Please! Yes!” Holly’s moans filled the air with something completely foreign to Sylvia’s ears.

Overwhelming sexual joy.

At this point, in this room, on that bed, Holly was getting what she’d always wanted. Her body was perfect for him now. The perfect tool to pleasure the man she loved. And that itself was enough to satisfy her in every way that mattered.

Except one.

For all the joy and ecstasy Holly filled her moans with as she planted a flurry of frantic kisses upon her lover, Sylvia knew they must have tasted like ash against Nick’s lips.

Because no matter how hard she tried, no matter how perfect the scene in front of her seemed to be, it could never be perfect.

Holly would never reach that perfect moment of climax, even though every fiber of both their bodies was telling them it was meant to be.

Tears slowly trickled down Sylvia’s cheeks.

I did this, she realized, venom spreading through her breast. I ruined this. I gave her that elimination transformation.

Sylvia had done a lot of things as host that she felt guilty about now. But seeing this moment of intimacy get so close to perfection, knowing it could never truly get there…

It was like all of her sins were presented in front of her. She had ruined perfection.

“God! Holly! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Nick cried. “You’ve gotta let me pull out!”

“No!” Holly’s feral shriek could have shattered glass. She dug her nails into his back and her heels into his hips. “I want this! Please! Please, I want this! You have to!” There were tears in her eyes. She should have cum a thousand times by this point, but it was impossible.

If she couldn’t get that… then at least she could get this.

Nick knew he probably shouldn’t. The part of his brain that thought rationally about things was telling him no. But unlike the other times, it was so much weaker now. Because he could feel it in her touch, in her kiss, in the throbbing warmth of her womb. Sylvia could see the doubts leaving his face with each thrust he made inside of Holly as he went over the edge.

He knew Holly wanted this with all her heart. And there was no reason not to give it to her. So Sylvia clamped her mouth shut, ignoring her reservations, and let that glorious moment come to fruition as Nick spilled his seed inside of her, and Holly moaned out in joyous delight.

“Oh my gosh…” Mary let out a hoarse whisper from beside the two of them, completely entranced by the wonderful sight. “You actually did it… amazing…”

“He… he he… yeah… Nick, you… I… heheh…” Tears rolled down Holly’s cheeks as their bodies slowed down. Sylvia wondered what emotions had spawned those tears. Were they tears of joy, as her dream of being impregnated came to fruition?

Sylvia really hoped so. Because the alternative filled her heart with far too much guilt for her to stand.

Holly slumped back, her skin aglow as she reached down and rubbed her enflamed, seeded pussy. Feeling Nick’s sticky seed leaking out of her made her eyes roll back in her head and she let out another moan, one that eased Sylvia’s guilt ever so slightly.

She couldn’t hear anything but delight in that pleasured sound.

“Holly… that… that was…” Nick looked down at his conquest, and Sylvia could see the love overflowing in his eyes. It made her smile. This was what it was all about. That love, that devotion… he really had wanted this. They were happy about this.

And to her continued relief, his throbbing erection showed that the night was not over just yet.

“You’re still hard,” Holly said a giggle. She wanted to sit up, but if she did, that could cause her prize to leak out. So instead she reached down and started rubbing against her lips, letting Nick’s seed drain deeper into her eager womb. “Mary… I think… it’s your turn.”

Her voice was hoarse and fraught with meaning. Mary gulped, nodding softly and her eyes met with Nick’s. An unspoken agreement pulsed between the two of them, one Sylvia could only guess at.

This was it, the moment she’d been hoping for. The moment where the two of them could be as one.

Nick laid Mary down just as he did Holly- she ended up right beside her, in fact. And pushing up her legs, he slowly but eagerly pushed himself inside, hilting his eager, still-hard erection into his wife’s sensitive pussy and filling her up completely.

The delighted moans from Mary were almost an afterthought for Sylvia; she was focusing on Holly’s moans now as the seeded girl played frantically with her clit with one hand, while groping her sensitive tit with another.

“Yes!” Mary moaned out loud, filling the room with her own moans now. “Right there, honey, please! Yes!”

“Mary, you’re so tight,” Nick grunted, his head clearing enough to speak again now that his body felt reassured that it had fulfilled its base, primal urge of knocking up the one pussy on the bed that could still get knocked up.

But that didn’t mean either of them were done. No, he still had to satisfy his wife’s needs, and nothing could keep him from doing that.

Still… Sylvia couldn’t help but feel like this wasn’t really about Mary. At least not in the way that any of them thought it should be.

“Mary, are you close?” Holly’s whispers came out more like moans as her frantic fingers kept working on her love button, driving her closer and closer to that point of bliss but just not able to get there. “Please, tell me you’re close!”

“YES!” Mary moaned. “I’m close! I’m so close! He’s so… amazing!”

Now it was her turn to snap up her legs and wrap them around Nick’s waist. Spurring him on, urging him to keep going, to keep giving the wonderful pleasure she knew could satisfy her, and Nick was happy to oblige.

“Fill me up!” Mary cried into his ear, draping her arms around his neck as she gazed up into his eyes with a loving adoration Sylvia could only begin to imagine. “I know you’re close, too! All three of us… we all need to share it… this moment-! The perfect moment… where Holly finally becomes a mother, just like me!”

“Fuck, yes!” Nick groaned, clenching his eyes shut.

What was he imagining right now? That’s what Sylvia found herself wondering. Was he picturing Mary and Holly with bulging baby bellies? So filled with children they could hardly walk on their own, just waddling around the Master’s Suite, in anticipation of it becoming a nursery any day now?

Fuck, that was kind of hot in its own way, Sylvia had to admit. Even with her heart filled with guilt, she couldn’t help but admire the perfect passion passing between the three of them as their bodies gave off a steaming, heated concoction of love and sexual ecstasy.

“I’m so close!” Mary howled. Her body seized up, and Sylvia knew this was it. “Cumming! I’m cumming! Aaaahhh!”

“Ah! Me… me tooooo!” Nick groaned, thrusting one final time into his wife, his body twitching and shaking in that way Sylvia just knew meant he had just passed his breaking point.

But the two of them were just afterthoughts to her. The star of the show for Sylvia was…

“Mary!” Holly wailed, her fingers a blur as now she was using both hands on her pussy, pushing her hips up to keep from spilling any semen in the frenzied fondling of her spread lips. “Please! Please, let- let me cum! Please!”

Let her cum! Sylvia silently begged, knowing it was the only way that she could ease her guilty conscience even a little. She clenched her legs tightly as her pussy flooded the sheets below her. Just let her cum!

“Let her cum!” Nick grunted out, feeling the same way. He kept thrusting, spilling his seed inside her where Sylvia couldn’t see.

“YEEEEEESSSSSSS!” Mary screamed at the top of her lungs. “YES! You can cum, Holly! I order you to cum!”

And just like that, Sylvia finally witnessed perfection.