The Triple Bred (Part 2) [Erotic Content]

The duo sunk to the bed, crawling across the luxurious sheets. Every bit of their surrounding was a testament to the wealth and power that they had acquired together. The expensive, subtle decorations in the corners, the rich colour of the plaster, the size of the bed, the quality of the mattress and the silky wonders of the sheets, all of it painted a picture. Even their bodies were part of it, their prime genetics combined with great food and an environment of just the right amount of stress.

Prime genetics that he would combine with his own, to raise children with the utmost care and love. Before that wholesome time of virtue, however, was more sinful fun.

They both advanced with wanton grace, emphasizing their curves with every motion. John’s eyes were naturally glued to the swing of their bottoms, rising above the curve of their backs. Both had a bit of a jitter to them, the denial of orgasms raising their anticipation to almost unhealthy levels.

Layla circled her hips. “Oh, he’s still so HARD!” she shouted. The pink glow of her eyes had subsided, leaving behind only that smirk. “Our Master is such a stallion of a man! How could any woman not love him?”

Reinforced by the brunette’s obsession, Lorelei spoke in her own heated tone, “He is the chosen Saint, the one from whom new imperial lineages shall flow, to guide the world with his blessed progeny.”

“Mhmmm… he likes hearing that…” Layla commented on the twitching of the cock inside her.

“Got anything nice to say to me as well?” John prompted Lee, who was now next to his face.

“Psh, no, you’re a dick!” The gamer girl leaned in and claimed his lips. In spite of her brattiness, he let her get this boon. “Not… letting me… cum… is so… mean!” she pressed out between kisses. “Dick! Stupid!”

Her formulating of words got a little easier when Lorelei chimed into the kiss with her own lips. They had plenty of practice with three-way kisses, but some physical limitations remained. It got both better and worse when Layla leaned down, making herself part of it all.

The brunette’s cunt clamped around his manhood again as her orgasms resumed. It was the first kiss with a member of the harem, her and Lorelei, that kicked it off. Something about Layla’s soul singing sinfully from sapphic indulgence must have resonated with Lorelei’s own being. The seer was squirming where she lay, her breathing accelerating into a pant as if she had just done like Lee and spent the entire time watching working her quim.

Tongues wrestled. All surrendered to John in due time, giving him full access to their lips and mouths. They belonged to him in all ways that mattered. Spiritually, most of all, these women gave themselves to him and he would show them a heaven of bliss for it.

“Ah, I can’t wait any longer!” Layla declared, shooting upright. “I need you to make more children RIGHT NOW!” Despite her declaration, she had great difficulty raising her hips. The obsessive parts aimed at him fought the obsessive parts aimed at the harem as a whole. The latter won out.

His steel rod of a cock remained proudly upright after Layla’s folds had surrendered the last of it. A truly absurd amount of semen spilled from her folds, mixed with her juices, and dripped onto the cock that had shot it there. “A nice glazing.” Layla’s deep, enigmatic tone reminded John of his own when he was domming. “Ah, I would love to have a taste!”

“Later,” Lorelei declared. “Breeding now.”

“You’re so right,” Layla agreed.

As did John, whose eyes snapped from Lorelei to Lee. The harem’s youngest rolled her eyes, as if annoyed at his inability to immediately make a choice. That was the decisive factor.

Layla moved off John, knowing what would happen before Lee did. With the speed of a greased lightning bolt, he seized Lee by the hips and then suddenly rolled on top of her. With a surprised squeak, Lee ended on her back beneath him.

“Brat breaking time!” John declared.

“No! No!” Lee’s laughing denial was as much an invitation to continue as her futile resistance was. She writhed and winded, trying to be slippery without making any genuine effort to get away. She tried to pout but just kept on giggling when he managed to get hold of one, then the other ankle. John folded her into a nice, thigh-emphasizing pretzel. Those thick legs of hers were nice frames for her small breasts. “Wha- traitor!” Lee declared when her ankles were kept pinned by none other than Layla.

“I am loyal to your true desires,” Layla cooed, once more using that husky tone. It made the stuck submissive shiver. “I- mhm… good girl…” she added in a low purr, looking over her shoulder. John saw just enough of Lorelei to realize the seer had wiggled her way under Layla’s hips.

“All of his Saintly seed shall end in a woman.” The devoted trill in her voice made an erotic statement into one of genuinely felt religious doctrine.

Layla hummed her agreement, too busy biting her lower lip to speak. It wasn’t her first time receiving cunnilingus, but it was her first time doing so from a haremette. However experienced her previous lesbian lover may have been, she could not have possibly competed with a member of a harem, especially not the seer who served oh so eagerly.

John leaned forward, finding Layla’s panting lips in yet another kiss. It was short and sweet, a part of the prelude to him looking down at Lee. “It’s time,” he told the Fateweaver.

“Just… give me what I want, you big, dumb jerk,” she whispered and spread her folds for the ease of access. “Oh… there it comes…!” She gasped, feeling his cock against her. “All slick with another woman’s juices and virile cum!” He sank into her, centimetre for centimetre. “Fuck… oh, I might be pregnant already now!”

John chuckled. That wasn’t quite how it worked, but it also wasn’t impossible that this already sealed her fate. His supernaturally potent seed induced ovulation on introduction into the woman’s system. Coated as he was in the excess from the last cream pie, there absolutely were swimmers already heading for the goal.

Lee deserved her own creampie though.

Ultimately, he bottomed out against her. His cock created a subtle rise among the wrinkles of her rolled-up midriff. “This is… an adequate cock,” Lee pressed out, straining against the restraints on her limbs and orgasms. “Just don’t be a quick shot.”

“How much do you want to break?” the Gamer asked, to the brat’s gleeful shuddering.

Her lips said, “Funny that you think you can break me at all.” Her eyes said, ‘Carve this day into my nervous system!’

John drew his hips back and then, just as he plunged back into the velvet, hot grip, he lifted the orgasm seal.

Lee came like a nuke. No, she came like a simulated nuke amplified 10x by some absurd mod. With a shriek that shook the air, the orgasm that had been building as she watched, as she waited the whole day for this moment, was released all at once. Her pussy clenched like a vice. It was always tight, though the ensuing spasms caused shifts and changes in the texture, massaging his manhood.

Instantly, her eyes were rolled up. “T-that’sssss n-nothi-nnggghhhhh!” she tried to sass, only for him to draw his hips back and drive into her again and again and again.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!”

John’s cry had Lee laugh among the pleasure. “Dick! How can you meme while you’re knocking me uuuuuuuup!” she managed to shout, a moment of lucidity brought by her glee, to then immediately be swallowed up by the ecstasy. She was only squirting harder after. A good joke made everything better.

All of her limbs were straining against the hold he and Layla had on her. Lee was a wild one, always moving and clenching, bucking against the efforts to restrain her as a constant plea to get put into her place. John knew what she wanted, kept aiming his hammering thrusts at her sensitive spots until her pussy was gushing with every thrust.

Climax after climax hit her. She didn’t need Layla’s sensitivity to his soul to cum her brains out and John didn’t need to spike her sensitivity to make her either. With all of the expertise he had learned by Skill and by effort, he hammered the brat until she was a brat no more. Totally dissolved in the moment, all words that left her were utterly submissive. “Yes! Yes! Keep fucking me! Use my tight little pussy to get off! Cum inside me, ple-e-e-ase!”

“She broke so quickly.” Layla sounded almost disappointed.

“Usually, I take my time with it,” John grunted. “Not tonight though.”

He adjusted his position, straddling her wide hips and wrapping his arms around her folded frame. “I’m getting very close,” he whispered into her ear. He wanted to be as much one with her as was possible in the final moments.

“Master, yes! Knock me uuuuuuup!” It was the singular demand she made of him, an order from a woman that deeply enjoyed being at the bottom. It was a demand he was going to oblige.

A final flurry of motion made his hips blur. Layla and Lorelei swooned just from watching, the seer hardly hindered in observing him even while she ate out another. He felt both women’s gazes on his soul, waiting for the moment that it would happen.

The rapid, wet noises of impact grew in frequency and intensity. Lee was no longer writhing. She pressed her hips up against him, her cunt spasming all around him in anticipation of the final moment. John accelerated further and further, until even his superhuman lungs struggled to meet the demand for air. His pleasure rose and rose, while she kept on squirting, begging for his seed, ordering to be bred.

Then, with a long, rumbling groan, John sunk into her for the last time and filled the Fateweaver with baby batter.

The torrent of potent seed cascaded into a milking climax from the youngest of the harem. Her quivering quim was hot and tight, gripping him as he twitched inside her, delivering rope after rope of virile cum into her depths.

[Lee Breeding AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/6e31ddf233bd.png ]

“This… is… so… goooooooooood!” Lee exhaled the last word. Her head dropped onto the mattress, marking the point that their orgasms reached their peak and began to abate. John recovered control over his body notably before her, pressing a number of kisses onto her head.

“Is breeding sex that much better?” he asked, though he knew what his own answer was.

“Sex is amazing… breeding sex is, like… double amazing,” Lee sighed. “Ask me again when I am not drunk on endorphins, dude.”

John brushed a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead, then kissed her. “Layla, I’m about to pull out,” he said. “Make sure not a drop is wasted.”

“Yessssssss,” the brunette hissed eagerly, rising from Lorelei’s face to get into position. A whimpering moan swiftly followed an approving one as the breeding stick was replaced with a lapping tongue.

John took a second to take in Layla’s first time tasting his cum. She was wide-eyed from the get go. Somehow, she managed to get more and more absorbed into the process. Judging by Lee’s lustful sighs, she did not forget the real goal of eating another woman out in the process of tasting his seed.

“Your turn.” John moved over to Lorelei, leaving the other two to indulge. Though this was a foursome, it was also a series of individual breedings. No need to force everyone to participate. If they wanted to 69 while John and Lorelei finalized the first part of the evening, that was just fine with him.

Lorelei awaited him on her knees, her hands clasped in prayer. “Thank you for granting me your sublime attention, my Master, my Saint,” she recited something that she must have repeated in her mind a hundred times. “I ask of you not to lift the lock on my orgasms. Indeed, I want you to disable my pleasure wholesale.”

The Gamer hummed. It would be the second time he used her like this. The first time had been during a birthday orgy where the theme was total submission. This was different. “Are you certain?”

“In the moment of reception, I wish not to be enthralled by passion, but to be entirely dedicated to the spiritual satisfaction of your Saintly seed taking within me.” Lorelei clasped her hands tighter. “It is my wish.”

“Then it is my command,” John responded. A flex of his will dropped her sexual sensitivity to nothing.

“Thank you, Saint.” Three holy words, followed by a perverted invitation. Lorelei turned onto all fours, presenting the shapely bottom of her hourglass figure to him. “Make me a mother, if it pleases you.”

‘It most certainly does,’ John thought, too aroused by her rear for words. Truly, he loved female bottoms. Symmetry, juiciness, firmness, all in one part of the human body. It was as if the ass was made to allure. ‘Well, it sort of is,’ he hornily philosophised, then even his thoughts quieted, as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance.

John pushed into her until the engorged head disappeared. Then, he took hold of her waist and advanced the rest of the way. Though without physical stimulation, Lorelei all the same cooed lustfully throughout the process.

“Filled with holiness,” she sighed. “Use me for your pleasure. Do not hold back. I am made for your delight.”

The grip of her pussy underlined those words. Bereft as she was of the spasms and twitches of a woman in the throes of passion, she was all the same nice and tight. The internal muscles clenched around him by deliberate design.

John rolled his hips. Though he had every reason to cum quickly, he was also two orgasms deep into an orgy and he delighted in a change of pace. Measured strokes served to acclimate them both to the rhythm.

Pleasure rose steadily from John’s loins. Lee and Layla were busy with each other, the rest of the harem a door and yet a world away. Right now, he had to worry about nothing except his own pleasure. He could simply enjoy the sensation of her silky folds. Lorelei tensed and relaxed her muscles, her warm and wet insides constantly shifting around his cock.

It was a more gentle way of sex than with previous two. Despite her absence of sexual receptiveness, Lorelei panted louder and louder. Ragged breathing accompanied subtle giggles, betraying her own little mania at the treatment she received.

John bent over her, pressing his chest against her back. He could feel the flutter of her excited heartbeat and the eager drumming of his own. One hand found her breasts. First, he held his palm under them, playfully enjoying the way the hard nipples brushed over his palm with every impact. Then, he squeezed one of the large mounds.

The softness of her boob in his hand complimented nicely the jiggle of her butt. He was rutting into her now, fucking her like they were a pair of wolves in heat. Giving in to the primal image, he nibbled on her ear.

He went harder. Long, intense thrusts that became faster and faster, until the speed necessarily turned them shallow. Her juicy derriere clapped against his hips. Even this was something he could sustain for several minutes. Every second of it was a little piece of heaven for him. The woman under him was in this for nothing else than the delight of being made the mother of his child.

To that thought, he finally came.

“Radiance!” Lorelei cried out as the seed flooded her. It painted her insides white with baby batter, sending sperm on its way for one of so many to mingle with her ovum to create their offspring. Jet after jet of semen assured there was plenty of competition. “Oh, glory… what else in the Lady’s creation could compare to becoming a mother?” Lorelei gasped.

[Lorelei Impregnation AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/67e2a652cfe2.png ]

“Becoming a father?” John suggested, his cock twitching for the last time.

“Wisely spoken,” Lorelei sighed.

He pulled out of her, for her to then surprise him and suddenly turn around, pulling his head into the depths of her cleavage in a deep embrace. It was an accidentally lewd note to an otherwise wholesome embrace.

“Truly…” she whispered and scratched his head. “I thank you… for everything.”

“Absolutely!” Layla chimed in. She and Lee had disentangled and now joined a hug with John at the centre. “You are the best! The greatest!”

“You’re pretty good.”

John let his mind be at ease for a moment, stuck between three women that cherished him. Like all men, he needed to end the heartfelt moment with a joke. “My only regret is that I didn’t make Lee a teenage mom.”

“Wha-!” Lee recoiled at the comment.

“Just two months earlier and I would have managed before you hit the 20. Well, even then you wouldn’t have given birth until you were 20 so… eh, lost opportunity.”

“…Just shut up,” Lee groaned.

“And let’s make sure it really did take!” Layla declared with undiluted lust.

It took another hour of creampies for everyone to be satisfied.