Soaring at a climatic high

John smirked, “Well, I would be more than willing to provide.” “Mile-High Club?” Thana asked; “The fuck is that?” “It’s having intercourse while flying, basically,” Lydia explained to the blood mage and started unbuttoning her own shirt, “and I am completely on-board.” Thana giggled, “My first sex outside of that asshole’s experimentation, and its going to be massive orgy, count me the fuck in.”

Most of the elementals didn’t need to be asked. Salamander, Gnome and Undine quickly disrobed in their ‘clothes just disappeared’ way. “Mhm, this will be fun,” Siena commented, having teleported behind Gnome. The nightmare elemental's claws had made way for delicate fingers, and she quickly started rubbing them over the stone elemental's crotch.

“Wha-?” Gnome cried out when Siena carefully inserted a finger, struggling a bit against the sudden grasp. That only caused the sadistic elemental to go further. “Oh, come now,” Siena purred into her ear, gently biting Gnome’s neck, “we are sisters now, no reason to be shy.” “Th-that’s just…” Gnome, against her better judgement, moaned, and that caused Siena to let out a victorious sigh.

The nightmare elemental slowly worked Gnome’s pussy, the elementals legs becoming weaker and weaker, until she was brought to orgasm and they finally gave in. All of that took Siena less than twenty seconds. “I haven’t laid with a woman in a while,” Siena said, licking her fingers in a suggestive gesture. If she was surprised by the lack of pussy juices, she didn’t let it show. “But, evidently, I still got the touch. Now, Gnome,” Siena grabbed the rock elemental's head firmly and pressed her against her own crotch, “repay the favour.”

John’s attention was pulled away from the uncertain earth spirit getting bullied into submission when somebody stepped into his field of view. Thana, hands stemmed into her naked hips, stood before him in all of her nude glory. He had seen her naked before, as a matter of fact he had seen her naked in several stages; however, all of those had been accompanied with dangerous or otherwise un-erotic circumstances, to put it mildly.

Now, however, he got a nice view of her sizeable, firm tits and her slender frame with the surprisingly wide hips. Skin whiter than a sheet of paper, a bit of blue tinge shining through, nipples of a pale pink, her pale purple lips curved into the usual insane grin, with a cocky note. John looked at her smooth legs and feet just to get the complete package. Surprisingly, even her toe nails were that dark shade of red.

Thana’s slender figure turned around, and she bowed forwards. “Looking at your bottom-heavy girlfriend I am just going to guess that you are an ass-man, Newman,” she explained as she wiggled her hips seductively. The roundings of her ass did indeed make for an attractive target. ‘Man, she does have an almost perfect figure,’ John thought, glanced around for a moment and decided that the same could be said for all of the girls here. Of course, they all varied in that they were flawed in their individual ways.

Thana was too pale, Aclysia had a slightly plastic look to her, Undine was translucent and blue, Salamander’s red skin and occasionally flaming hair was a bit weird and her tits were massive, Sylph’s own hair was too long and often whirled around in annoying ways (also, she was tiny), Gnome’s figure was hidden behind an unsure body language, Lydia’s ass wasn’t the greatest, Siena had a so perfect hourglass figure that it almost reached absurdity, Rave’s tits were small and her lower half was so perfect that her upper-half paled in comparison, Momo had a perfectly slender frame but neither outstanding tits nor ass.

Weirdly enough, none of these flaws didn’t work to anyone’s disadvantage. They weren’t balanced, they were all individuals, perfectly unique women who all decided to allow him to stick his dick into them. ‘I am a lucky man,’ John reminded himself.

Speaking of Momo, the support had decided to also join the fun, meaning that this orgy encompassed almost every single one of his harem members. There was Nathalia, whose body was as close to perfection as any of the girls got, but she had horns and showed the first signs of aging (as early thirties do, although she was over ten-thousand years old) and…

“You know, I disappear because I almost have to bawl, and then you guys just start an orgy without the supreme courtesan. UNFAIR. THIS IS UNFAIR! AN OUTRAGE! I mean, the total and utter disresp-disre…DISRESPECT, for my position, that is mean, also why is Gnome currently eating pussy like a mad girl?! I WANT TO EAT PUSSY LIKE A MAD GIRL!” Sylph chirped as she, already naked, appeared.

Thana, still pushing her ass out in front of John, gestured over the room. “Pick a cunt, there is a severe lack of dick after all, with just one,” she laughed. “Actually,” Aclysia cleared her throat and grew out her own cock. Thana let out a surprised whistle, “Wow, that is…nice, actually. Still, 9 to 2”

“I can take care of four,” Undine said in her melodic, rarely heard, voice, her hair parting into separate tentacles. “Mhm, I can, aaaah,” Siena, who now completely dominated Gnome, moaned as the stone elemental lapped in her crotch, “take another two.” From the nightmare elemental's back sprouted several tentacles, more than Undine could produce, but for the purpose of this exercise, she left out the sharp ends.

“That looks like ya could take care of way more,” Rave commented. “I like to be thorough with my -ah- victims,” Siena said and then let out a soft giggle that turned into a purr, “Yes, penetrate me with your tongue, Gnome, pleasing me is all that is important right now.”

“Huh, you fuckers actually got this orgy thing down,” Thana said; “Ah, whatever, now slap my ass, John.” The Gamer blinked, “Pardon?” “I want you to use that stupid hand of yours to smack my butt,” Thana explained, “what, you don’t do that kind of stuff?” “I totally do, just...not invited usually,” John answered. The blood mage rolled her facetted eyes, “Great, now do it.” “But why?” “Because I think it will be super-hot, stop making this awkward, you fuck-nugget, and make this sexy.”

He should have expected something like this when he decided to stick his dick in ultra-crazy. Actually, this was still surprisingly calm. John raised his hand and then smacked her ass so that it jiggled like jelly on a plate, about to be devoured. Thana let out a throaty moan in response. “Grhm, yeah, that’s even better than expected, do it fucking harder!” she demanded.

John did and smacked her ass a couple of times more. Each time, Thana growled in lust until red outlines of his hand appeared on the buttocks, only to be healed away a moment later. The primal side of John took over, as he wondered just how strong he would need to smack her in order for the imprint to stay a bit longer. With all of his strength, he produced a loud clapping noise as his hand hit her ass, her body jumping and her pussy, the almost invisible, white hair trimmed to a degree that it won’t get in the way of any action but not any further, gushing with juice.

“How do ya enjoy this so much?” Rave asked as she wandered over. Like everyone else, his girlfriend was naked, showing off her body with the toned muscles, a balance struck between athleticism and sexiness. “Dunno, maybe I am a masochist by nature, maybe the years of pain fried something in my brain, do not give a fuck, just fuck me up,” Thana, eyes hazy from the first wave of genuine lust she felt in her life, unrelated to memories not hers, said.

“Do what the fuck you want with me, John, I can take it,” the blood mage promised, and John grabbed her by the shoulder. “Let’s start with this,” he said, her to around and gently kissed her on the lips. Whatever cruelties Thana had expected or wanted, this succeeded in getting her to moan as well. The dots in her eyes were now just a golden ring.

Thana yelped when a new smack sound echoed through the plane. “This is pretty fun,” Rave admitted, her hand squeezing Thana’s firm butt. John, who was still sitting, held the tiny bundle of madness in the kiss while she was straddled over his lap, only moving his hand to get rid of his clothes, as he was the last person on the plane still wearing them.

When he got rid of his pants and his raw dick slapped against Thana’s crotch, the response was a widening of her eyes, followed by her moaning passionately into his mouth and her pussy just drenching the middle of his shaft in her juices. A bundle of horniness may have been a better description for Thana at this stage.

When Rave’s hand hit Thana's ass again, considerably harder than John could, her pussy slid upwards his well-lubricated shaft as she continued to groan as their kiss went from gently to sloppy and passionate, tongues whirling even when their lips parted.

John held her head between his hands now, just so that she wouldn’t jerk around and cause their teeth to clash as the slapping continued. He felt how her skin flushed with heat in response to her growing lust; it did little to change her sickly paleness, but that didn’t bother John, but he was curious.

‘Aclysia?’ he asked in his mind. The artificial guardian didn’t answer. A glance to the side quickly revealed why. Aclysia was currently standing and fucking Momo, her younger sisters legs wrapped around her ass while she was pounding into the support's tight quim. John wouldn’t want to interrupt that.

His mind went to his second choice, ‘Gnome?’ ‘Aaaah, y-y-yessss?’ the stone elemental half moaned, half stuttered. She was on the receiving end of Siena’s continued domination of her. The nightmare elemental had put Gnome onto one of the seats and was now using her left-hand's re-emerged claws in a careful fashion to draw teasing lines over the earth spirits body. Gnome’s stone body could take it, not a single cut was made; instead all it did was make her skin extremely sensitive as Siena touched her pussy in calculated intervals to only slowly increase the amount of pleasure Gnome got.

‘Could you come over here really quickly?’ he asked. ‘A-a moment please, I am s-so close,” Gnome pleaded just as Siena pulled back again. ‘What do you intent with my toy, master?’ Siena chimed in. John showed her an image of Thana currently being smacked as hard as Rave could. The nightmare elemental understood, ‘Mhm, I will cut this one’s short then.’ ‘Oh, thank earth,’ Gnome moaned as Siena ended her slow teasing and plunged her fingers deeply into her sensitive cunt in quick movements.

Gnome let out a short cry of pleasure that overruled everything else in the plane for a moment, a sound that was barely muffled by her holding her mouth closed with her hand as it continued for a short stretch of time that was sheer endless to the stone elemental. Siena knew how to maximize her victim’s feelings.

Gnome, heavily breathing as she shuddered with aftershocks, moaned a final time when Siena pulled her fingers out of her. “I will come back to you,” Siena promised and turned to Salamander, who had gotten tangled up in her tentacles. “Trying to dominate me will be a bit harder, stabby-bitch,” the fire elemental challenged her with a wide-grin. “I do enjoy a bit of breaking,” Siena purred, and John’s view was blocked when Gnome came over.

“Thanks for getting me out of there…Siena is...” a moan in the background as Siena started her work on Salamander interrupted the earth spirit, “Intense? Is that a good word for it? I don’ t want to offend anybody, I am just saying that she is very much, uhm, uhh.” “Calm down,” Rave giggled and pat her on the head; “Intense is fitting, iwouldsay,” she added in a slur.

John finally broke the kiss with Thana and then turned to Gnome. “I want you to slap her ass as strong as you can,” he came straight to the point. “Y-y-you want me to what?” Gnome stuttered. “You heard me,” he smirked; “Aclysia I couldn’t get and you have the second highest strength in this group.” “Just do it, you incineration chamber building bitch,” Thana said; “I can take it.”

“Uhm, uhh,” Gnome was still heavily unsure as Rave put her in position. “Come on, just a bit of a smack,” she whispered into the earth spirit's ear; “I’ll reward you.” “B-b-but,” Gnome looked at her hand. “Oh for fuck's sake, just think about that time I killed your ass and then slab mine!” Thana demanded.

Gnome closed her eyes and, with a cute war cry, raised her hand. The scream Thana let out when her backside was brutally spanked actually had a bit of pain mixed into it, but that was supremely overpowered by the sheer length of her orgasmic scream. John cupped one of her tits and then playfully bit into the nipple, his dick grinding along the length of Thana’s wet sex.

“Oh for…fuck me…” Thana gasped as she recovered from her orgasm. John only realized that it was probably the first she had ever had after the fact, but he had just been curious whether or not they could actually get her there with that mistreatment she seemed to be craving right now. “Good job, Gnome, let’s leave the masochist and the bully to it for now,” Rave winked and left her boyfriend and his newest addition in peace for now. John smirked, he knew exactly that she would come back to claim him once he got done with this and wouldn’t let go until she no longer could raise a leg.

“Fuck me for real,” Thana continued to breath heavily, grinding her crotch on his length. “Oh, ready yet?” John, the bully inside him now fully awake, asked. “Of course, I am ready, my pussy is like a fucking waterfall,” she cursed and smeared more of the liquid over his entire length.

“Okay, I’ll fuck you,” John agreed, “IF I get to choose the hole.” “Kinky asshole,” Thana laughed; “Fine, take your pick.” “I’ll fuck your mouth then.” “Asshole!” Thana scratched the adjective, but obeyed and climbed off his lap and got between his legs. “You are pretty easy to convince,” John commented. “You are the massive pervert with experience. I am just somebody who, for some fucking reason, gets off on getting slapped on the ass. You can take your sarcastic anecdotes and shove them up your arse, while I figure out how to give a blowjob,” Thana said as she reached for his dick.

Immediately, he stopped her hands. “I don’t want my balls to become scrambled eggs, thanks you,” he said and stood up; “I said I would fuck your mouth, and I meant that, just kneel there and keep your mouth wide open.” Thana raised an eyebrow but did as she was told, her teeth even whiter than her skin.

He grabbed her hair and then carefully thrust his dick into her mouth. He would have preferred to just ram it all the way into her throat in one go, she had been grinding on his dick for so long that he was close to coming already, but seeing the girl he was now face-fucking, being careful about eventual bite reflexes seemed like the proper course of action.

Thana looked at him with a bit of boredom, her jaw didn’t move at all, even when he was slowly starting to approach the back of her tongue. ‘Well then,’ John thought and did as he originally intended, slamming right into her, through the entrance of her throat and all they until her nose pressed against his crotch.

He took a sharp breath as he basked in the feeling of being all they way down in her slimy throat. Judging by the vibrations, stimulating his dick even further, and the muffled moans those stemmed from, he wasn’t the only one that was enjoying this. He pulled back, just a little, not even close to getting out of her throat, and thrust back forwards. Continuing in small thrusts, he watched as Thana’s facial expression shifted.

What had started as boredom went into a surprised visage and then into a hazy mixture of pain and pleasure. Her throat completely blocked by the shaft of John’s hard cock, she couldn’t breathe and was stretched uncomfortably around the foreign object. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought against her chocking reflex, and the wish to breath became stronger with every passing second. Gagging sounds, accompanied by the first drops running from her eyes, clouded in perverse enjoyment, caused John to finally pull back further, exiting her throat for long enough for Thana to take a single, shallow breath through her nose, barely enough, before John slammed back inside.

The lack of oxygen and the turned her masochistic brain into mush as she stained the wonderful blue carpet with her juices and the vibrations around John’s dick increased. Relentlessly fucking her face, he heard, in addition to the slurping noises, caused by repeatedly penetrating her mouth which turned her face into a tear and saliva stained mess, a squishing sound. A slight glance at her violently shaking shoulders told John all he needed to know.

Thana was clumsily masturbating, her fingers searching for whatever spot would bring her the most enjoyment. A task only made more difficult by the fact that her thoughts were barely coherent, ruined by asphyxiation and general first-time inexperience. Not that it mattered much, John was looking down at a bundle so thoroughly ruined that he could barely see her eyes, hiding under her half closed upper eyelids, anymore.

‘Shit, I really like this,’ John realized. He had started this under the pretense of just fulfilling Thana’s request, but he had to admit that this might just be the next step in his sexual adventures from becoming the inexperienced virgin Rave had picked up to the shiny golden dick, and dominating bully, he was now.

Well, his pondering was interrupted by the feeling of his balls aching for release. He had concentrated so hard on fucking Thana’s tight throat that he had successfully pushed his climax as far away as possible, but there was a border he was about to cross. “I am…cumming…” he groaningly warned Thana, although it was unlikely she even registered the warning.

With a last thrust his balls slapped against her chin before tightening and sending his spunk up his shaft and splattering right into her throat. The combination of being used like she wanted to, her own fingers and this sensation of the tastiest thing she had ever eaten, after having eaten for the first time just yesterday, sent Thana right over the edge with him and the muffled screams made John’s orgasm an even better experience as he released spurt after spurt of semen into her.

When he finally stepped back, his still erect dick waiting for the next round, he looked for his next partner. Surely, Thana would need a few moments to regain her breath. The girl spent about two seconds coughing, then she had restored her regular breathing pattern and licked the remaining seed from John’s length.

“Holy shit that stuff is awesome,” she commented, her lips curving into a wide grin, “got any more?” “You recovered from the lack of air rather quickly,” John commented, confused. “Dude, you fucking saw me living without blood in my body,” Thana reminded him with a cackle, “the only reason I even WAS asphyxiated was because I chose to not convert any mana into oxygen in my blood.” “Huh,” John just said. That should have been reassuring, but it somehow made him disappointed that he wasn’t in complete control. ‘Yup, I am definitely really into this,’ John thought.

“Anyway, fuck me proper now, please,” Thana begged, suddenly looking distraught. She laid on her back, her tits parting slightly as they obeyed the pull of gravity, reaching out to John with open arms. “Or is this experimented with pussy not good enough for you?” she asked in a concerned tone.

Was that a genuine worry or a play? John couldn’t tell, as the usual indicator, the dots in her eyes, were still moving at a pace that made them a gapless ring. Worst case was that she made fun of him if he took it seriously; if he didn’t and she was genuine, he would hurt her feelings. Therefore, he went to her and lifted her just a bit of the ground, into a hug. “Of course not,” he reassured and felt the tenseness of her body vanish.

“Thanks,” she whispered only to follow it up with, “and now fuck the shit out of me, you emotional bastard.” “I think I will have to do that,” John smirked after pulling her legs, playfully closed, open and positioning himself and his dick between them. Thana looked at him with anticipation. She had been fucked before, but unable to feel anything, it hadn’t been anything, so when he penetrated her with skills to increase his pleasure output beyond what a normal man could hope to give, she was entirely unprepared.

That still didn’t make John expect her to instantly cum and rip a nice tear into the carpet with her hulk-level strength as her whole body tensed up. “ me, daddy!” Thana demanded. “Okay, no,” John stopped, balls deep inside her, “calling me daddy is weird. That’s the line.” “What? Really?” Thana tried to raise an eyebrow but groaned, body writhing, as an aftershock jittered through her muscles instead, “My blood-shared memories tell me that people find that hot.” “Well, I don’t,” John decidedly said, wishing to just end this dispute so he could just fuck her hard and thoroughly, like she deserved and he really, really wanted to do.

Her pussy looked a bit weird, in that the walls were the purple of a person with a too low body temperature, but the inside was neither too cold nor inhuman. On the contrary, it was at perfect human temperature and it was so tight that only the gushing wetness of their foreplay made him able to move, the quivering, orgasmic walls and muscles shifting around his dick, massaging him even as he remained still.

“Okay, not calling you daddy,” Thana agreed, and John rewarded her with a single, quick thrusts. That didn’t make her cum again, but her back arched slightly nevertheless as she groaned in lust. “How…mhm FUCK,” she moaned and screamed out as John slowly pulled out again; “Fucking, non-existent god of mine that you hid this awesome shit from me for so long,” she growled as he, just as slow, sunk back into her; “How are we on the cho-ahn-?” she desired to know.

“Just because its you, and it makes you shut up,” John said with a mean grin that Thana answered in kind. “Fucking get to it then,” she demanded, and John closed his hands around her throat. Now, this was, without a doubt, a thing that he would not do with any other girl (unless he found someone who wanted it and was just as immortal).

It felt wrong on multiple levels to close his hands around he neck and just squeeze with the genuine intention to stop her from breathing. But she could take it, she wanted it and it made him feel in control at a level that was dangerously rewarding. That, John realized, was towards the end of what he was comfortable with. Images of binding Thana up and putting her on some sexually perverted device went through his head. Yes, that he would do, probably, if she wanted to. But going further than on a scale of harm he could do? No, that fantasy was uncomfortable. If only because he was afraid of how far he would go once he crossed that line.

Lost in thought for these moments, he hadn’t even noticed how he was just hammering Thana's pussy with absolutely no regard for stamina or her well-being. The moment his hands had touched her throat his body just went ahead and did whatever it wanted with her, and holy shit, was it working for both of them.

Thana’s eyes were just completely out of focus, rolling around without any target as her tongue lolled out of a head that only produced periodic groaning sounds. Primal curiosity made John ease his grip, and he was rewarded with an ear-shattering scream interwoven with stupid, mad cackling. He basked in that sound for a moment before he closed his grip again. Thana’s hips were risen just in the right angle for John to plunge into her as deep as he possibly could, her legs crossed behind his back like a prison, making him unable to pull out completely, from which he didn’t want to escape.

Hard, his every thrust hard. Slapping, the sound their hips made echoing throughout the lust-filled plane. Moaning, the distant sound of the other passengers. Swaying, the sizeable tits of the small girl in front of him. Reddening, the shade of her face as his grip tensed. Twitching, his dick as his orgasm dawned. Hard, his last thrust just as hard as every other. Deep, he unloaded inside her.

Thana in the meanwhile was just a mess; as he spurted into her pussy, all she managed to do was further destroy the carpet while John kept his grip tight. Well, until her violent, orgasm fuelled thrashing made John fear for his arms. Her legs had him in lockdown as his seed, the giant loads having just become standard now, that was only going to become bigger in the future, flooded into her womb. John just ignored the achievements, as it would be something unimportant and a joke on the cost of Thana’s less than stellar mental condition.

Instead, he did what he wanted and played with her breasts as he waited for Thana to calm down and ease her legs enough to let him go play with someone else. After he licked the salty sweat of Thana’s left nipple, relishing in the moment for a bit, he surveyed the situation.

Rave had finished with Gnome, who was now getting pounded by one of Undine’s tentacles while she was sitting on one of the seats and rubbing her clit to the water spirit's thrusts. Undine was furthermore occupied with three more girls.

First, Momo, lying on the floor getting assaulted in both pussy and mouth by slimy blue tentacles. Second, Sylph, hovering above Undine, getting her pussy assaulted from below as she gave one tentacle a blowjob and another one a handjob, making a face like she really wanted to say something, but would have to stop sucking to do it (and without a doubt that second tentacle was tactically placed by Undine to prevent her from getting enough time to start a rant). Finally, third, Lydia, having both her ass and pussy pounded as she kneeled in doggy style, moaning with a remainder of stern grace as she bit her lower-lip and suppressed her moans.

John was suddenly no longer surprised why she hadn’t said anything about the ripped floor. She just hadn’t noticed. John quickly fixed the carped before she could. Well, he tried to, but Craft merely restored some integrity to the edges. A look at the non-existent stain where Thana had dripped on the carpet while he had been face-fucking her made clear why. ‘Self-washing carpet, neat,’ John thought and made a grimace, ‘and probably extremely expensive. Guess she will throw a fit later.’

John continued his scan of the room as his fingers dug into Thana’s soft tits, causing her to let out a raspy moan, her orgasmic state only increased in duration, but Gaia would have to smite him down in order for him to stop playing with those glorious breasts.

Speaking of glorious breasts, Salamander, with her double D-monster sized tits, was still in the web of Siena’s shadowy tendrils. The fire spirit was on the receiving end of hundreds of small assaults teasing her. “Just give in,” the nightmare elemental moaned, being herself currently riding Aclysia’s face; “It will feel so good.” “You will have to try harder,” Salamander cackled, but her tone betrayed a certain desperation.

John noted, for the future, that leaving Siena alone in any sexual situation would make her take control and dominate just about anyone.

Lastly, his girlfriend found herself riding the artificial dick of Aclysia, being the only one unmolested by Siena as she was not a fan of her teasing ways. “Oh, fucking hell, they are having fun without us,” Thana, finally rehabilitated, complained with a stretched neck. “Well, I would like to join that fun,” John said; “It’s not an orgy if you only have sex with one person.” “Can’t argue with that,” Thana agreed and unfolded her legs; “I’ll get in on that tentacle business.”

On fleet foot, she jumped up and twirled over there with the uncaring steps of a child, having learned that there are colours in the world, or a madwoman. Either way, after looking at her pale ass for a moment, John picked his own target. Not that there was a lack of holes to chose from.

His first choice was the princess. Gasping as she had both of her lower holes penetrated by Undine, she didn’t see John coming and only realized his presence once his dick was in front of her face. Her glassy eyes looked up to find John with an expectant smile. “Want to try the triple penetration?” he asked. “Honestly, I’d much rather have you in my pussy right now,” Lydia out words one by one, holding back her moans, “but I don’t want her to stop either, I just feel so fucking good.” “Not an answer,” John commented as he guided the tip of his cock to her lips.

A bit of his precum smeared on her lips after an especially violent thrust of Undine’s tentacles caused the princess to rock forwards. Instinctively her tongue darted outwards. His precum didn’t possess the strong taste of the genuine product of his balls, but it was still delicious to the princess. She let out a throaty moan before she could control herself and then nodded without another word, opening her mouth invitingly.

John’s cock probed forward into her mouth, easing into her to the rhythm of Undine’s thrusts. The dam that held back Lydia’s moans was broken, and the cries were now muffled only by John’s dick. With great pleasure, he went deeper, and, with even greater pleasure, the princess took him in.

The princess wasn’t a masochist like Thana was, so he skipped the whole asphyxiation stuff and just enjoyed a heated blowjob from Lydia, who had a hard time remaining on all fours as she was assaulted on every single fuckable hole she had. Her braid, usually so nice and tidy, had become a mess, strands freeing themselves from the bundle and giving Lydia a continued increase of that well-fucked hairstyle that was dishevelled mess on first glance but a sign of true beauty on second.

Impatient, John pulled off the iron ornament that held the braid together at the end and saw her long, brown hair unravel in wonderful display. Of course, that meant that John now had to hold her hair in order to prevent it from getting in the way of the wonderful sucking that his cock experienced. That was, however, not a problem, neither was the slight disapproving greying in the princess’ blue eyes, which got fucked out of her in a moments notice. One could only care for so much while drowning in pleasure.

As Lydia’s moans became sealed screams, John felt his balls tighten, and for the third time he, came. He sent a silent thanks to the Source of Satisfaction passive allowing him to just bust a nut every five minutes and thus, combined with his Endurance allowing him to last for two rounds in a row without a problem anyhow, allowing him to go essentially endless at this point.

Lydia guzzled down his delicious semen with relentless ecstasy, and from the way her mouth vibrated around, he guessed that she was just coming. It was pretty hard to tell at that stage, as Undine had been fucking her for at least ten minutes already. His eyes fell on the blue water spirit, and he licked his lips. He just found his next victim.

Lydia kept sucking his dick tightly, her lips sliding around his hard shaft until his dick went free with a satisfying pop, cleaned of everything but the brunette’s saliva. There was a slightly disappointed moan when he went over to Undine.

The water spirit saw him coming and immediately spread her legs for him. She was sitting on a pillar of her own slime, her elegant legs fully formed out and her ladylike curves on brilliant display. That was the clearest invitation he could get, but Undine topped that off with actually saying something. “I want you,” she said, her voice a melody of pure erotic desire.

The slit between her legs was as cool as he remembered it. Highly dense slime flowed around his cock, making a perfect sized sleeve that lubricated immediately as it secreted a different kind of slime that stuck to his dick perfectly. Undine was already silently panting from all of the pleasure she received from fucking all of the other girls with her tentacles, but his thrusts made her sing.

Every time he slammed inside her, her surface rippling under the , her moan was a pure note, a perfectly struck cord, a wonderful melody he could unleash by following both of their bodies' desires. A slight touch on his spirit, Undine opened up ever so slightly to him. It was only on the surface, but it was more than she usually allowed herself. He took it, and their lust intertwined.

Their bodies were still separate, but John could feel the pleasure he brought her clearly, and even more, he could feel how her tentacles penetrated every other girl as well. The contraction of Gnome around the one inside her pussy as he heard the stone elemental squeal out in a shivering orgasm. Sylph’s mouth, ever so crackling with electricity, sending pleasurable jolts into the tendril, as the one inside her pussy pumped with winded-movements.

John could clearly see his cock penetrating the slime girls translucent body. Back and forth, it travelled a path that stayed perfectly tight with each move. Undine’s melody built up to its climax, and as she sung her lust out into the world like a siren, her tentacles went into overdrive, violating all four of the girls at the receiving ends until the tentacles stayed all the way inside them and spurted a slimy solution into them as Undine’s multi-facetted orgasm began. The slime of her pussy pulsated with quick, milking impulses, that stimulated John over the edge of his own climax.

The cloudy white liquid shot from his balls into the water spirit. The first spurt reached all the way into her chest area, each following shot had a little less energy. All of it was quickly dissolved inside Undine’s body as she absorbed the mana inside and broke the rest down into materials useful to her.

With a wet ‘splorch’ his dick came free just as Undine relaxed. The tentacles lost most of their tension for a moment. Mostly, that wasn’t a problem, as everyone was firmly seated. Everyone but Sylph, who now fell from above and right onto John, who barely managed to catch her but went out of balance and stumbled, with her in arms. His fall was feathered by the air spirit quickly reacting, and so he came to a comfortable halt at the floor.

Sylph was covered by Undine’s slimy cum replacement from the handjob she had been giving one of the tentacles. In appearance, it wasn’t any different from having rubbed oil over her chest, which made her nice C-Cups shiny as she grinded on his dick.

“Best landing position ever~,” Sylph chirped and directly impaled herself on John’s dick; “Mhm, oh yeah, that’s Johnnie’s dick alright, goes deep into me and just fucks its courtesan right where she needs it. I mean Undine’s tentacles are nice and all but this is just so much better. I love this. I also love tentacles, man, why don’t I have two pussies to get fucked in? Hey, Hey, John can you do that?”

John didn’t answer. First, because he was currently experiencing the wonderful, yet terrifying, thing that was having Sylph taking the reigns during sex. Her pussy, which gave back stimuli based on the amount and way one thrusted into her, was a storm around all of the sensitive parts of his cock.

That storm only grew in intensity as Sylph bounced up and down over and over again, her green hair flying in overexaggerated ways as she panted and, of course, talked. “Oh man, oh geez, oh, darn it, this is the best, you know, I could do orgies all day, all weak, all month, all year. Can we introduce a national orgy week where everyone just has sex? That would be so cool. You are so deep inside me, Johnny, I just wished you could go even deeper. I-am-so-close-to-cumming-please-don’t-stop-ever.”

The second reason why John didn’t say anything was that Undine’s now unoccupied tentacles slithered their way over and, with a swift movement of a thinner, permanently lubricated, one of them penetrated Sylph’s ass.

“GEEZUS WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!” Sylph cried out, her eyes suddenly rolling backwards as the surprise buttsex came at the same moment as her climax. John wasn’t nearly as close, however, and neither was Undine one to let her prey go like that.

Still, Sylph going into full ‘fucked stupid’ look, just from being double penetrated was surprising. Then again, she always had a Libido that was around John’s, so her being extremely sensitive was a given. He just didn’t expect her to have such strong a response to having both of her holes filled at once.

“Oh fuck me, and do it properrrr,” she screamed as John put his hands on her hips and then started doing exactly that from below. The storm inside her became a hurricane as she went from one orgasm straight into the next one, Undine’s tentacles wringing around her tits and teasing her nipples as the one in her ass worked like a piston against John’s rhythm, pushing in whenever he pulled out.

“Yes, yes, yes, yessshhh,” Sylph blabbered even as her tongue lolled out, “thish sho good, go on, fuck my tight little hole, fill me up, Johnnie, fill me up, pleashe, I want your cum, I want your cum.” That plea was heard and spurned John to maximize his speed until his balls tightened, and with a final thrust, pulling Sylph firmly down at the same time, he emptied his balls into the tempest elemental with a lustful groan that was overpowered by Sylph wordless shout, her mouth forming a wide O.

The moment John had shot his last bit of semen into Sylph, Undine lifted the air spirit back up and filled all three of her holes before she could talk again.

“Hey!” Momo, who had the tentacles pounding her removed in the process, complained and looked over to John. They shared a moment of eye contact where the least willing of his familiars was clearly weighing her options. “You are the best one,” she then chose and, in a surprising gesture, spread her pussy for him; “Come on, you don’t get this without sarcastic commentary every day,” she informed him. Not that he was hesitating, he just needed a bit to crawl the distance.

“You must really want it to just come to me like this,” John mused as he grabbed her by the ankles and stretched her body until her legs were almost next to her head. He placed his grip a bit lower until he comfortably could start eating out Momo’s pussy in this position.

“Wha-wha-whaaaaaaaaaaat,” Momo cried in a mixture of pleasure and confusion as his tongue penetrated her folds. There was a bit of Undine’s girl-cum there, but that was basically just water. “Can’t you just fuck me?” Momo cried out in pleasure, clearly the tentacles had left her at the brink of orgasm. John realized that this was probably a gift from Undine to him.

‘I will make you cum at least twice,’ John told her as he redoubled his efforts until the walls of the pussy under his mouth was just a series of buttons he could push to get different moans from Momo, each of them music to his ears even if they were accompanied with a bit of verbal .

“And here -ahhh- I tho-gngh-thought that you would just do what I want for once, you perv,” Momo complained, her flat chest rising and falling as she took ragged pre-orgasmic breaths; “B-b-b-but,” she shily added, “I have to beg you to not s-sto,-” she took a deep breath and then shouted as the climax rolled over her, “-Oooooooooooooooooooop!!!”

John sucked on her clit as her high-point continued and her pussy pressed against his face. Her orgasm was still on-going when he stopped and pushed her legs, which had risen against his grip as her body convulsed from the orgasm, back down as he aligned his dick with her gushing wet snatch. Momo’s eyes, clouded as they were from desire, still shone with supreme intellect, and she said, in a submissive tone she rarely, if ever used, “please, and I will only say this because I got horny and you will not hear me say it ever again, please, master, fuck me now.” Okay, that middle part was spoken in her usual, cynical tone, but it still did the job.

Seemingly all of his girls knew exactly what to say to get him riled up. This wasn’t worrisome: his harem was his heart and soul, and if they knew him good enough to say exactly what he wanted to hear, that was just perfection with tits. Perfection+.

Slowly, he eased himself into Momo’s pussy, methodically invading her post-orgasmic sensitivity. A drawn-out moan, starting high-pitched and quiet, changing until it ended as a deep-voiced sigh, when John had impaled her with his whole length.

Using his grip on her legs and only his feet on the ground as anchors, his hips moved in abrupt thrusts. Once more, John marvelled at his own progress: a movement like this would have tired him within moments, half-a-year back, and now he barely broke a sweat.

Momo’s upper body was writhing as best she could, pinned to the floor by her creator’s weight as she was. Knowing that he was genuinely in control here made John smirk, and he sped up his thrusts. “Oh, master, yes,” Momo gasped, giving him a mischievous glance. She really only said that because she KNEW that would motivate him to go even further and she fully knew that he would fall for it. And he did. And it was fucking awesome as her pussy contracted around him, her folds rubbing over his dick as their orgasms drew nearer.

For a moment, Momo broke down all barriers between them and intertwined their spirits in what felt like a kiss of the mind. He felt her conflicting feelings for him, how this pleasure she was feeling was something still foreign to her, how she disliked how she over-thought every social interaction by default and thus ruined all of them, how she loved comprehending everything she could. How she wasn’t sure whether she loved him as her creator, disliked him as a person or hated him as a slaver.

At the moment of their shared orgasm, as John’s own multi-layered responses flooded back into her, the hate was dulled and the love was strengthened. There were no further words needed, just a combined outcry of pleasure, reaching soaring highs as their pleasure combined and multiplied; he felt his seed running into her and her squirting against him; her eyes closed as she did nothing but delight in the moment as the two of them finally came to an understanding.

With a last groan, John pulled out, his seed spilling from the now unsealed gap. “I’ll…” Momo gasped, “…need a break…go look after Gnome for me, will you?” “Exactly what I was planning,” John answered and gently brushed a bit of Momo’s pure white hair from her eyes. She put up a mocking smile, “Yeah, sure you were, you perverted master,” she stated. “Well, my intentions aren’t pure; now, this flight is still going to last over an hour, so I hope to fuck you again in a bit,” he smiled back and kissed her on the forehead before getting up.

“John,” Gnome moaned when he stepped close; “I-i-I uhm,” she stammered and avoided his glance, pulling her limps close as if there was anything on her body that she needed to hide. It didn’t hide the fact that she was moaning from the tendril her sister still had inside the stone elemental’s pussy. “I have seen all of it, you cute stone, you,” John said and kissed her on the lips; “what is that you want to tell me?”

“I-ehrm, you, ehm,” her eyes darted to his, to the side, she moaned, she blushed, her flustered body turning prickly as her embarrassment and lust made her head as red as a tomato, she looked at him again, opened her mouth in firm conviction. “I CAN’T DO IT!” she shouted and then put her hands in front of her mouth, “Uwuwuwuwu, sorry that I became loud, uhm, uhm, uhm, just…” she opened her spirit to him and he read her intentions.

Well, now he wanted to hear what she was saying even more. “Gnome, stand up and bow over the seat,” he instructed. With a sigh of relief, thinking that she would get away without any teasing, Gnome obeyed. She was wrong, of course.

Now that her cute little butt was presented to John, who stepped over the still working blue tendril with one leg to get to his target, he grinded his dick along the crack of her ass. Her skin was smooth as polished marble, firm as stone and yet the slightest bit stretchy, a feeling that was foreign at the start but after months of fucking the cute elemental regularly, he felt nothing but satisfaction upon this.

“So, what exactly do you want me to do?” John asked. “Wha-?” Gnome blushed deeply, her mouth a pleading frown, her whole face a display of the begging not to audit her thoughts. “Y-y-you know!” she cried out. “I know that you want me to do something with your butt,” he teased and continued to grind his dick between her cheeks; “for the rest, I respected your privacy.”

A blatant lie, but Gnome was too flustered to call him out on it. Her goal right now was to somehow convey what she wanted to say without saying it. “I mean you and ehm, your d-dick, I, uhm.” “Where do you want my dick?” John interrupted her and grabbed his cock to guide it into the general direction of her back entrance. “Here?” “Y-yes!” Gnome quickly replied. “And how do you want it?” “…You are so mean…” Gnome sniffed, then sighed as the tentacle kept her thoughts burning in the fire of lust; “Uwuwuwu-Aaaaah,” she moaned.

“Come on, say it,” John pushed her onwards; “Say, ‘I want your dick deep in my ass, John’.” “I-I want your hard cock deep in my tight and needy butt, John,” Gnome changed what he said into a slightly more perverted version. Not that he was complaining.

An easy thrust forward, and he was inside. The great thing about Gnome was that she didn’t need any foreplay whatsoever. Despite being as dry as a stone in summer heat, her holes were always, somehow, slippery, and so John could penetrate into her ass by just pushing past the tightness of her sphincter.

Gnome let out a fulfilled, quiet moan, that John took as a challenge to transform into shouts of erotic enjoyment. It was always the same with Gnome, at the start she had her walls up, but as pleasure and bliss filled her body, she forgot herself and just started moaning like the closet-pervert she was. Her defence was already considerably weakened by the sexual assaults at the hands of Siena, Rave and Undine she had lived through in this orgy, but now, filled with John’s skill reinforced thrusts, it broke down completely.

Soon enough, under the pumping of two invaders at her bottom half, her mouth produced nothing but loud gasps and half-shouted moans. Single words like “Yes” and “deeper” spurning John to continue on until he put his seed into her. The twin tails of the earth spirit whirled through the air as Gnome threw her head into her neck and howled at the ceiling, her sphincter tight around the base of John’s cock as he put a massive load into her asshole and she came from the final thrusts and the feeling of being filled with seed.

If she could, Gnome probably would have pleaded for a pause now as well, but Undine just kept going, and over-sensitive from having just orgasmed, Gnome didn’t manage to get a single word out.

John now turned to the other half of the room, where the situation had changed slightly. Siena had finally gotten Salamander to admit who was in control, although the blaze elemental wasn’t exactly submissive about it, but her captor had another, way more willing toy in the shape of Thana to play with, who willingly got herself into the dominated position.

Rave on the other hand now had Aclysia to herself and was getting nailed into the ground by the Artificial guardian. ‘I will keep my favourites for last,’ John decided and went over to Siena. The nightmare elemental had put her two victims side by side on the ground and was making a show to Salamander of how well she treated Thana.

“Just give in completely,” Siena purred, her fingers plunging in and out of Thana’s cunt, as her sharp fingers held her by the neck. The blood mage wasn’t even saying anything at this point, just grunting in the heat of the moment, her hair a sweaty mess.

“Look, you edgy fuck,” Salamander answered with a smirk, “this feels pretty nice and all, but if you are trying to break me like this, it will take forever. Just go ahead and fuck me, save us both the embarrassment of this whole thing.”

“Tsk,” Siena clicked her tongue, then she noticed John; “Oh, master, finished up with the plain girls? Ready to receive some real fun?” she asked, leaving Thana to her tentacles. Siena’s hands, fingers shifted back into human ones, glided over her curvy figure, from the seductive hips to the ample chest.

“Plain is unfair,” John said, his dick twitching as his balls refilled, “but I am here to fuck you, if you let me.” “Ooh?” Siena softly sighed with interest and chuckled; “Do I hear a bit of submission from you.” “I won’t let you tease me to no end,” John warned her with a nod towards Salamander, “but I have nothing against being on the receiving end of some orders from time to time.”

Siena’s lips curved into a fang revealing smile. “You might be more fun than I originally anticipated, John Newman,” she said stepping up close to him, whispering the next words directly into his ear, “but that makes you so much more murderable.”

“Yes, yes,” John said, groping her beautiful, bouncy butt, “just tell me where you want my cock. Or do you want to suck it?” “Giving blowjobs is beneath me,” Siena stated in a nonchalant tone. John wasn’t surprised by the refusal, he had already seen her Oral skill of F. Evidently, she disliked using her mouth for anything but talking.

“No, you will fuck me proper,” Siena sighed, “lift me on your dick, show me how upright you are, master.” Fucking while standing, now that was a position John didn’t use often. He did as he was told and pulled Siena off the ground and aligned her with his dick. She weighed exactly nothing, which made the experience of penetrating her clearly dense pussy slightly confusing.

Yes, confusing was indeed the best word to describe what he was feeling while he was inside her. The wet, hot feeling of being inside her reminded him of surprising blowjobs in the morning. It was highly confusing, to feel like his whole body was under a warm blanket, his dick caressed by a beauty he could only imagine. He was lulled into a false sense of security, as he was penetrating the woman that would do nothing rather than ram something pointy into him (and that penetration would not cause ANY pleasure whatsoever). It still felt really good.

“I used to be a sadism elemental, you know?” Siena purred as her legs closed behind John’s ass, anchoring her in position; “I know what makes men crazy,” the walls of her pussy turned from a surprising blowjob into a seed milking pulsation. The world went white from the pleasure he was feeling in that short, blissful moment. John, despite anything he thought to know about sex, came immediately.

As his balls almost emptied into the nightmare elemental, he struggled to stay on his feet. The sudden, pleasure made his knees weak. “Mhm, yes,” Siena sighed, her back arching downwards as she let her upper body hang from him, all of the tension holding her up in her legs; “It has been too long since I felt a victor’s seed inside me,” in a flash she was up to his face. “I even cut short my fun,” she purred; before passionately pressing her lips on John’s as he came a second time in a row, emptying his balls completely.

But he was still hard, painfully, oversensitively so. He was ready to pull out and recharge. “Mhm, now I got around 4 minutes of you being a dry well,” Siena purred; “Master, if you manage to make me cum in that time, I will reward you with my love. After all, you would be doing what no man has managed before,” the nightmare elemental relaxed her body and leaned backwards again.

John would have loved to haggle for something bigger than her affection, which he knew he already had, but he was on a time constraint. “And to kill two birds with one stone,” Siena moaned and placed Salamander between the two of them.

The considerably bigger woman hid Siena completely from John’s view, so he couldn’t even tell if what he was going to do was going to work by anything but her moans.

“What the fuck is this about,” Salamander asked, suddenly squished between a nice pair of tits in her back and nice abs at the front. “If my teasing won’t break you,” Siena said, “maybe an indirect taste of what you are missing will at least make you furious.”

The moment John started thrusting and he heard the moan of the continuously teased fire elemental, her pussy sensitive to the air itself, as shadowy tendrils cupped her fiery red tits, he knew that Siena succeeded in at least that. The fire in Salamander’s coal black eyes spoke of fury and orgasms never reached. If John didn’t have to concentrate on his own performance, he would have said something encouraging.

But that would entail opening his mouth, and his teeth were fervently clenched as he himself to thrust into Siena again and again, even as his dry balls cried out and his hard, overstimulated dick just wanted to rest. There was a bigger thing at risk here than slightly uncomfortable sex. His ego! He had become a sex god at this point, and nothing short of having his harem stolen away would prove him otherwise.

His was the sexual power of a generation of gamers dreaming of their own harems filled with cute and sexy girls. He was living the dream, and no matter what obstacle may come in the way of his dick, he was going to fuck it, in one way or another! If Siena wanted to test his endurance with her stupendously pleasurable quim, which was gripping onto his dick with insane tightness, then so be it.

The moment his balls refilled, he would come again, he had no doubt about it, thus that would be when he lost. Siena was letting out a series of throaty moans, Salamander’s tits swayed in front of John, a truly motivating sight.

“Wait, wait, what?!” Siena interrupted her own moans, realizing they were genuine. Her ever sexy voice distorted by surprise, “you were not supposed to ACTUALLY…oh, mother you whore, what did you set me up with, oh shadows below, oh OH IN THE NAME OF SPILLED BLOOD AND…” Whatever else she had to say, it was drowned by a long shout of unfakably pure pleasure. Yet he still continued, even when Salamander suddenly was thrown to the side, a series of curses as she stumbled over the floor. He was not going to stop until she came inside her again.

“None,” Siena said, slinging her arms around his neck and starring into his eyes. Her yellow iris’ glowing with scary intensity, her hair erected like a purple fire, she spoke, “NONE of the men mother sent to me made me cum, they were all toys to break. Give me more of that, give me MORE!” she demanded, her usual composure blown away by all-encompassing greed. Her pussy pulsated even stronger, and John groaned in painful bliss.

A thrust, then Source of Satisfaction kicked back in, and the seed that appeared was shot into Siena just as suddenly. “Oh, yes!” Siena pushed her whole body against him as his seed painted her white on the inside. Arms and legs tightly closed around him, she moaned again in a climactic pleasure she had almost forgotten. Girls ate her out until she came, her fingers worked until she came, but all of the men in her life had just failed. This one didn’t. This one had managed to do in 4 minutes what they all had been unable to give her.

Before John knew what was happening, he was lying on his back. His ego was restored, but he had awoken something dangerous. “I will own you,” Siena said in an excited voice, with a conviction in her eyes that surpassed even Nathalia’s; “Your dick will be mine and mine alone!” She was about to insert him into her snatch again, the purple nipples on her blue, big breasts quivering as she breathed ecstatically.

“LEARN TO SHARE, BRAT!” the only girl with even bigger tits screamed, as the blaze elemental delivered a drop kick at Siena. He looked with utter confusion as the nightmare elemental was not only hit but knocked off of John and out of commission. ‘Wow, to make her focused enough on me to be completely unaware of that attack, she really must need a good dicking,’ John thought, looking at the rather inelegant pose Siena, face on the floor, butt sticking out into the air, was currently in.

“Attention here, John,” Salamander demanded as she took Siena’s place on top of his dick; “Ignore the shadow bitch, I am so fucking horny right now you will fuck me good, understood?!” Well, evidently, he had no say in the matter, so he just nodded as Salamander’s fiery pussy enveloped him.

“Fuck, how long did that bitch tease me?!” Salamander moaned as she came the moment she had impaled herself all the way on his dick. It was only a small climax, a first taste of liberation from over half an hour of teasing and edging. Salamander’s desire was burning her out from the inside, and every orgasm she didn’t have was one too few as far as John was concerned.

Therefore, the only logical conclusion for Salamander was to continue riding John’s dick no matter what her body screamed at her. “Put those hips of yours to work!” Salamander commanded; “I really need this right now!” “Sure thing,” John, regaining his confidence, agreed and grabbed Salamander by the hips, thrusting into her pussy of shifting, semi-solid fire. Yes, putting his dick into all sorts of elements felt weird, but damn him if it didn’t feel good.

“FASTER!” Salamander screamed, riding him with reckless abandon. She didn’t care for his stamina, she knew that he would outlast her anyhow; all that counted here was to get her into a state of constant orgasm. Her tongue lolled out, “FASHTER!” Salamander still demanded. Their hips were a blur of pistoning movements. “FASHTERR!” Salamander fell forwards, supporting her body by putting her hands on his muscular chest.

A hot, orange liquid, an oily feeling to it, dribbled from Salamander’s tongue as she kept panting to the steady beat of their union. Her eyes, however, black as coal, always stayed on John’s until with a particularly hard thrust he came into her, and her whole body convulsed, her arms giving in as well, and panting, she fell on John’s muscular chest as she felt his spunk flood her, the only liquid she would happily take into her body and that made her shiver from the inside. Those shivers were hidden under the twitching of the finally unloading tension that had built-up in her pussy. Gently, John rolled Salamander off him; the fire spirit, moaning in aftershocks, barely took notice.

It was time for the final two. Aclysia was still busy nailing Rave into the carpet, presenting her ass to John. He could either have them change positions or… His eyes fell on Aclysia’s glistening, unoccupied pussy. He would neither see, nor run into the danger of touching her dick if he just took her from behind.

‘Let’s make this a nice sandwich,’ John thought and positioned himself behind his artificial guardian. “M-master, please,” Aclysia moaned, feeling his presence behind her, “do it quick, I want you, I NEED you.” She turned her head just enough to look at John with pleading, green eyes. Who could resist such an innocent pervert?

Her pussy was so wet that John, even dry as his dick was after fucking literal fire, could thrust inside without any problems. Her perfect cock sleeve of a pussy squirmed around his dick, having missed this for too long. “Ah,” that wasn’t Aclysia who moaned there, “tiger, geth done sthere quickly! I need that shtupid good dick of yars ASA-ah-P!” Rave’s speech was slurry.

“Well,” John groaned, “I can give you an indirect fuck for now!” He slammed into Aclysia with all of his might, and two girls yelped in response. He kept going at it, slapped Aclysia’s ass as his instincts told him too. The guardian shouted as that sent her past the point of no return, and a few moments later, she came, her pussy clamping down around John’s dick. It was tight but not tight enough to keep him from moving.

With intermittent, strained breaths, scrapping the bottom of his Endurance, he continued to fuck her, from one orgasm right into the next, as Aclysia’s screams were silenced into steady twitching from the overload of sensations. Yet, he wasn’t there yet himself.

Aclysia didn’t move any more, when Rave moaned then only because the hammering of John’s hips also put the artificial dick deeper into her. John wasn’t satisfied yet: he needed to do more, wanted to bring Aclysia to yet greater heights of pleasure. He wet two of his fingers on her gushing pussy juices and then pushed them into her asshole.

The effect was Aclysia’s back arching upwards, her rolled back eyes, almost completely hidden by her silky, silvery-white hair, coming into view and her scream becoming just a single word, repeated over and over again. “Master, master, master, master,” she yapped for air as she screamed that word, her sorry rest of a consciousness grabbing upon the one she loved the most. Seeing her like this, hearing that in this state her only thought was still him, that sent John over the edge.

He pulled out at the last moment, splattering his seed over her back and wonderful bubble-butt. How much he loved that ass, it was part of the reason he chose this appearance for her in the first place. He gave it another slap after pulling out, marvelling how the flesh-like material jiggled. Aclysia, as if that slap had been the signal, rolled off Rave a moment later. “I will,” Aclysia had to pause to gather her thoughts for a second, “leave you two to it, master,” she managed to state with a bow, her dick twitching. John waved her off, “Good idea,” and concentrated on his girlfriend.

Rave’s pussy was already fucked raw, her pink hair completely dishevelled into a mane that looked even wilder than her usual exterior. She smiled lovingly though, and the pink lustre in her eyes, which reflected John’s own sweat covered, heavy breathing form, danced with anticipation.

“Got yar,” she cleared her throat, “excuse me, sore throat.” Her voice was indeed pretty ravaged. Not that it was going better for Lydia. Unlike Thana or John’s familiars, these two had human bodies. Sure, incredibly strong and durable human bodies, but they weren’t blessed with endless regeneration. Things would affect them sooner or later.

“Got ya dick into everyone?” Rave managed to ask. “Even better,” John smiled, his breathing stabilizing as they both used the pause, “I got my cum into everybody.” “Well, here is hoping you didn’t knock anybody up,” his girlfriend joked and opened her arms and legs in an inviting fashion; “Here is one last girl that you can taint.” “There is no part of you that I didn’t claim already,” John said and fell into her embrace.

“Your wonderful hair,” he ran his hands through it, “your beautiful eyes,” he looked into them, “your glossy lips,” he kissed them, “your smooth skin,” his hand glided over it, “your satisfactory tits.” “Ass!” Rave laughed and pinched his arm. “That part is the best,” John grinned and kissed her.

“Enough of the romantic bullshit, I have waited long enough,” Rave whispered and wrapped her hands around his neck. “No matter who else I find, at the end I will always come back to you,” John whispered into her ear. “What did I just say, tiger,” Rave warned him, although there was a big happy smile on her face when John went to kiss her again.

Then he put his hard dick between the folds of her pussy and parted her walls as their tongue twirled around each other. Aclysia had stretched his girlfriend’s pussy quit a bit, but because the cock of his guardian was exactly the same size as his, that only meant that he was now penetrating in a hole that was essentially form-fitted to his dick, her well-trained muscles keeping her insides from loosening up the slightest.

Only slowly, he increased his tempo. He had enough ravaging behind and ahead of him, so he would take this moment of simple lovemaking. Instead, he concentrated all of his efforts on his kiss. Rave was more than happy with this, her hands resting on the back of his head, both of them moaning as their slow love sent pleasant shivers through their exhausted bodies.

The pace did pick up nonetheless though, and their bodies did demand more of that addicting physical contact, started by lust and fuelled by love. Soon there was a squelching sound as John’s cock hammered into her with strong thrusts. Rave broke the kiss, “I know you can go harder, just ravage my pussy, John,” she demanded.

“As you command, my lady,” John smirked and straightened up. He put one of her legs over his shoulder and straddled over the other one. Using the former as a handle, he now went for quick, shallow movements, that hit her deepest part in rapid succession. The innermost folds rubbed along the sensitive edge underneath the head of John’s dick, along the whole girth and length of his shaft. He groaned and looked at his wonderful girlfriend.

“I love ya,” Rave said, looking at him the same way. “I really -aaaaahhh- lovvve yaaa,” her second attempt to sound romantic was completely abolished by an impending orgasm. John felt his own body get ready in response, to cum at the same moment as her was not just a wish but a habit at this point. “I love ya and yar stupidly goooood diiiiiick,” Rave screamed her chest arched upwards. The skin of her breasts stretched, glinting with sweat, her hands thrown out above her head, tensing and relaxing just like her whole body as John buried himself balls-deep into her, the semen pumping through his shaft and into her.

He embraced his girlfriend, and they wildly made out as their orgasms ebbed off. Then John heard a sexy voice artificially coughing.

“Master,” Siena chimed in, her voice back to the usual clam teasing tone, “I am at your service, if you so desire.” “What happened to, ‘I NEED YOUR DICK?’” John asked. “Ja, ya total Yandere!” Rave stuck out her tongue and pulled John even closer. “My man!” she hissed. “I would inquire when his services are available again as well,” Lydia joined them.

“What happened to Undine?” John asked. “I want to be fucked too…” Undine said in a downtrodden melody. “Stop hogging the cock, gum crotch,” Thana shouted; “this fucking has barely even fucking started; we will still be in the air for another hour!”