Carnal Exultation [Erotic Content]

The main street was rapidly transformed. Constructs of wood and steel were assembled. Stalls for the merchants, stages for the artists, circles for the warriors, and, at the foot of the pyramid, a small copy of it was erected by stone mages to oversee it all. Even after the ceremony ended, that new pyramid would remain for as long as Nahoa and John were wed – a landmark to whom the city was bound to in marriage.

Though the rite and the ring had been delivered, by Aztec custom the ceremony was not complete until the last bit of orange had drained from the sky. Until then, John and his loved ones were expected to remain atop the pyramid, to be seen by all and to be brought many gifts.

Indeed, the Aztecs were heaping things upon a pile at the foot of the pyramid – valuable things as well. To John’s sensibilities, it felt less like receiving wedding gifts and more like an excuse to get an extra round of taxes. Nahoa seemed very pleased with it all, however. She had cleaned the gold off her lips. It did look good on her, but they all knew John preferred their natural looks.

Only two steps beyond the treasure pile, a man was currently driving his cock into the depths of his partner’s womanhood. Just a few metres away from that, a woman attempted to do what Nahoa did, taking a considerably smaller cock deeper and deeper into her throat with each try. The effort was being made and jokingly acknowledged by the woman behind the stall next to them, selling grilled cuts of meat to the hungry locals. In the fighting pits, a fight between warriors of the opposite sex ended with the woman putting the man on his back and mounting him right there in the arena.

The sounds of fucking mingled with the expected sounds of festivity. The Mexica devoured the meat, sold cheaply courtesy of subsidies from Nahoa’s pocket. They drank deeply from the offered casks of cooled water, fruit juices, and various kinds of alcohol, native or imported. They fought, they danced, they made music, they laughed, all according to their own customs.

John was watching it all with a degree of fascination. This was a quite carnal culture, but even from an elevated spot, he found that the worrisome parts had been meticulously stripped out by Nahoa’s efforts. Here and there, he saw the typical human mishaps – a flirt that continued despite rejection or the overindulgence in alcohol. In all cases, warriors tasked with keeping the peace dragged the troublemakers aside swiftly. Order was kept even in this orgy of food, drink and sex.

On top of the pyramid, things were quite similar. Large cushions had been carried atop the lesser pyramid, covering the ground in plenty of softness for his women to writhe on. All of his haremettes were swept up in the heat of it all. The corded belts and flimsy pelvic curtains were kept on, alongside the gold, retaining a tribal look for all of them as they licked cunts and kissed pillowy lips, running their hands over curves they knew so well.

Only their capes had been taken off, all of them draped over the stone pedestal at the centre of the pyramid. It, alone, went untouched. The servants that carried food up to them swerved widely around that heart of this sacred ceremony. Trays in hand, they stopped in front of John. He was seated on a quite comfortable throne, the stone base separated from him by several layers of plush cushions. According to his preferences, the seat was wide enough that he could share it with two of his women. Currently, Jane and Aclysia claimed those spots.

The feline Lightbearer was barely present. She was masturbating feverishly, her tongue hanging from her panting lips as she chased one orgasm after another. Her other hand squeezed Nahoa’s bouncy bubble butt. Aclysia was paying more attention, watching the servants carefully while playing with Nahoa’s hair.

The demigoddess was laid across the trio’s lap. The gesture had mildly surprised John. Past him sitting down on that throne, the only thing he knew about the festivities was that he could not properly fuck Nahoa until the night had come. For everything else, he had only been told to prepare for carnal exultation.

Which he was certainly getting.

“That one,” John declared and pointed at a platter full of fruit snacks. The servant lady stepped forward, transferring the food from the tray to Nahoa’s naked back. Apparently, his fifth wife was to serve him in all desires that she could. For as long as he was hungry, she would be his plate.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Jane mumbled, stealing one of the fruit snacks from Nahoa’s back. Her next orgasmic cry was muffled by the chewing.

John’s cock twitched, pressing against Nahoa’s resting stomach. “You should get someone to suck you off already,” the axolotl maid moaned, her own need palpable.

“Is that acceptable?” John asked. He had been under the impression that he should have been at least a little chaste during a marriage. Looking around, that was probably a very western assumption of his. “I thought it would be an insult or something of the like.”

“The opposite!” Nahoa exclaimed, an evil little smirk spreading on her adorable face. “You are supposed to show off your status. Your status is my status, so the more power you display, the better it reflects on me.”

‘Well, if I am given carte-blanche to indulge so utterly…’ John thought. He snapped his fingers, the sound immediately registered by all of his sapphically engaged haremettes. “Are you horny?”

“””YES!!!””” The hypnotic suggestion was answered in an emphatic chorus. The already heated orgy turned into a true writhing of progressively sweatier bodies. His cock pulsed, reminding him of his own needs. Precum dripped in long strings to the ground.

What he needed was an expert.

He snapped his fingers again. “Nightingale, are you my cum slut?”

The harpy leapt out from under the pergola erected for the shade-lovers of the harem, then dove back down in a split second, all to get to his throne as fast as possible. Surprised servant ladies stumbled back, dropping expensive food. It did not matter, there was more where it came from.

“Forever and always, my patriarch!” the goddess exclaimed, her voice thick with the desire lubricating her throat-pussy. With the heated eagerness of a true comfort hole, she knelt between his parted legs. John could not see what she was doing, Nahoa remaining draped across his legs, but he could very well feel it. The long, dextrous tongue coiled around his shaft, angling it down. Soft, warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Nahoa shuffled a little closer against John, so the harpy had more room to glide up his length.

She moved with the same urgency he felt, stuffing his cock down her throat and then rapidly moving back and forth. The merciless ‘GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!’ of the goddess face fucking herself was noted by the wide-eyed servants. John grinned, groaned, and snacked on more fruits. His expression derailed quickly, the necessary orgasm rising rapidly.

Nightngale’s throat was just too good. Past the base of her tongue, the lining of her throat was exactly like a pussy, from the clenching muscles to the velvety folds. Each time she pushed herself down his length, the head of his cock bumped up against the second g-spot in her throat. Her pussy gushed, sanctifying the stone with proof of his sexual conquests.

What her biology granted her, she used to the utmost. She was made to worship his cock and she had mastered that art to completion. Soon, stars danced in John’s field of vision and the first load of this public debauchery pumped down the goddess’ gullet; Nightingale’s muffled scream mixed with the open ones of all the others. Jane bucked against her fingers, Aclysia cried in sympathetic pleasure, partaking in her Master’s delight, and in the orgy all around them there was always someone at the peak of their ecstatic journey.

John basked in it all, filling Nightingale’s with all that he had to give. Her cum cravings as sated as they could be in this situation (barely), she slowly pulled back. His cock popped free. Nightingale’s panting breaths kept breaking on the rigid surface of his cock.

“Thank you, Gale,” he said.

“It was my pleasure, my patriarch,” the goddess cooed, before pulling away fully. She rejoined Claire and Lyndell in the shade.

The servant ladies mumbled amongst themselves about his sustained hardness. At another point in his life, he would have had his way with them, but the phase of having sex with whoever he could had long since been left behind. He snatched the last bit of food from Nahoa’s back. His hand came down hard on her ass. “Master!” she cried out, the automatic response of any well-trained maid.

It pleased John so much he had to do it again and then again. Jane moved her hand aside, teasing her right nipple instead. A mean smirk spread on her glossy pink lips, the second-hand sadism doing wonders for her.

Nahoa cried out in the matching masochistic glee. Her twin globes jiggled. She was utterly relaxed, taking every smack to the behind with all the trust only a well-accustomed submissive could have. When the heat started to radiate from that chocolate cake, John sank his fingers into the soft meat until the indents cast delicious shadows.

It was so incredibly satisfying to turn the demigoddess into his stress ball in front of her people. It was the kind of dark, practically villainous pleasure that his goodie-two-shoes nature did not let him experience. Usually, that was. Surrounded by enthusiastic consent, he was entirely dedicated to making this pleasure-heaven of a wedding the best version of itself.

“You stay, in case I want something. The rest of you may do as you please,” John told the four servant women. Three bowed their heads. The fourth stepped to the side, but not before the Gamer gave her a simple command. “You – cum.”

The servant woman threw her head back. She was a dark-haired, dark-skinned, short beauty with modest proportions – a Sylph bodytype altogether. The pleasure coursed through her system, making her legs weak, but she carried the tray well all the same. When the orgasmic jitters diminished, she sent him a thankful gaze.

Fianna could not partake directly in their orgy, but he could involve her in other ways.

John made use of his superhuman strength, putting his arms under Nahoa and lifting her up to his collar. Much easier to lick the fruit juices off her back this way than to bow down. The demigoddess giggled and moaned as he gave her flawlessly smooth skin a cat wash. “No fucking you,” he grunted between laps. “What about doing anything else?”

“Tradition only says, like, you can’t put your dick inside me,” Nahoa answered, all sickly sweet and innocent. “So, I guess you can, like, just do whatever you want to your slutty-lotl, Master?”

That was everything John had wanted to hear. He toggled on the Companion Cube. Silver mana consolidated into a construct. It did not remain in its name-giving shape for long, turning into a thin, rectangular thing. It was adequate to support Nahoa’s back, after he lifted her thighs onto his shoulders.

Nahoa gasped merely from feeling his breath on her pussy. He had scarcely seen anything this gorgeous. Her labia formed a dark line in the middle of her swollen, cleft pussy mound. The utterly hairless womanhood shone in the daylight, drenched with anticipation. John dragged his tongue along the slit, tasting her intense sweetness.

“I can’t do this anymore!” Jane exclaimed. She jumped out of her seat and into John’s lap. Her perfect ass slammed down on his groin, her needy pussy taking the full length of his cock in one rapid descent. “FUCK! YES!” his first wife screamed out her ecstasy, immediately engaged in a brisk pace. He could sense her fingers still rubbing her clit as she rode him.

An empress bouncing on his cock and an Aztec queen settled on his shoulders, what more could a man ask for? Aclysia provided the answer, holding a small vase above Nahoa’s reclined torso. While the maidolotl twitched from the rapid orgasms his tongue brought her, a brown liquid was poured down her chest. John recognized the scent of cocoa before it reached him. It was done in the native style, hitting his unaccustomed palate with an entirely new flavour of chocolate. Mixing it with Nahoa’s already sweet fluids only elevated both.

He continued to eat out Nahoa until Jane’s ceaseless up and down pushed him over the edge. The Foremost Voice of the Imperial Choir made respectable use of that voice, screaming out every second of the orgasm she experienced when his seed pumped into her. Afterwards, John put down Nahoa. Jane stumbled into the sapphic orgy, to let the others lick every drop of the fresh load out of her.

The second his cock was unattended, Aclysia did exactly as Jane had and mounted him in reverse, sitting cowgirl. “MASTER!” she cried, when he smacked her fat ass. He grabbed her by the waist and thrust into her at a matching tempo. The next five minutes, he was occupied just repeating that motion over and over, making her round derriere jiggle, until he pumped her full too.

‘Now I got something to prove,’ the Gamer thought and shot up, leaving Aclysia to do as Jane did. “Time to show your people what kind of sex god their emperor is,” he told Nahoa.

The demigoddess’ lips spread into a devilish grin. “Indulge yourself, my Master, my husband.”

John walked away from the throne, stepped over the small puddle of juices Nightingale, Jane and Aclysia had created, and entered the greater orgy of his haremettes. His hypnotic suggestion was still well in effect and he had no intention of lifting it until the time came to toggle pregnancy on.

He wandered to Lyndell, taking the primordial Lorylim by the horns and fucking her throat like it was his personal flesh light. The horny mushroom came hard and often, just like John liked it, and ended up with a stomach full of cum.

Immediately after he took Eliana, Salamander, Metra and Scarlett down to the nearest fighting ring. The Aztecs stomped their feet and beat their chest, eager to see their ruler and his women fight. They effortlessly defeated a couple of the locals, then fought one another. It was a physical spar, something that John should have lost, but by the might of his cock, he defeated one woman after another.

Eliana was all too eager to be ‘crushed’ beneath his heel, while he fucked Salamander hard against a house wall turned arena barrier. He pumped the fire spirit full first, then got ganged up on by the blonde berserker and the opinionated brat. Metra rode him until the ecstasy sapped her of her strength, and no matter how many insults she hurled initially, in the end Scarlett was ass up, face down, and filled with a fresh load. Eliana got his cock last, eagerly lying on her back as he fucked her throat and fingered her to several squirting orgasms.

Gnome approached him at that point, begging to be fucked. He gave her exactly what she wanted – right at the edge of that marital monument. Overloading on exhibitionist pleasure, the season elemental was a cross-eyed mess within minutes. When Momo weighed in, licking the standing stone spirit’s pussy in front of the crowd, that just wiped out the rest of her conscious thoughts. By the time he came inside her, Gnome couldn’t even stand unassisted anymore.

Too horny to tease, Momo just stood up and grinded her huge butt against him, begging to be fucked next. John readily obliged her, taking great glee in it when Hailey did to Momo what Momo had done to Gnome. After Momo got her load, Hailey then had the exact same thing happen to her at the tongue of Delicia. Once the country gal tapped out, her pussy flooded with a fresh load, the alchemist was made to take the form of a goblin – it was easier to put her in a full nelson that way, feet sticking up and everything.

John’s display of endless virility had an interesting effect on the crowd. At first, everyone was trying to emulate him. That reached its physical limits fast, producing a recharging lull during which he was simply studied. A second wave of widespread sex followed once the men recovered, for it to then also peter out around the time he pumped the shortstack so full that her stomach slightly rose.

The sexual debauchery after that calmed considerably. It never went away. Several of the men either measured themselves better or had more than two loads to give. Good food, drink, and a couple performance enhancing substances were all in circulation, aiding in the recovery. Still, the total debauchery never again got as intense as it had been in the early afternoon. It became a background simmering.

Not for John though. John continued to prove exactly who he was. The axin stuck to his body even now, giving him that golden sheen while he fucked his way through his entire harem.

Sylph and Nia were next. He stacked them on top of each other on the pillows and went back and forth between them. A being of pure magic lying on her back had the aroused Nia in a perpetual state of bliss, which certainly was not made better by that being of pure magic crackling with pink lightning. That the bunny had gone into heat was just to be expected in this situation. They both got their fill.

As Beatrice had once said: John was obligated to cum inside each haremette once per orgy.

Speaking of Beatrice, after Sylph and Nia, John had a hunger for the fat assed of his harem again. Beatrice was all too happy to oblige, waiting in the shaded part of the pyramid in the doggy style position. He fucked her and Siena held her horns, getting her share of tongue action out of the passive maid. Claire became part of it by proximity, making out with Siena and John, back and forth while she waited for her turn. Beatrice, then Claire, then Siena, he filled them all up.

A fourth party was voyeuristically partaking. Layla and Lydia had arrived, brought in by Lee. The former immediately threw herself into the action, though she remained aware enough to keep it to feverishly masturbating and letting John’s aura trigger perpetual orgasms.

Nathalia grabbed him by the arm after he had given Siena her cream filling. Picking up Lorelei on the way, they went down to the festival ground. The dragoness insisted on having meat right off the grill, unsatisfied with waiting for a servant. John ended up fucking her on a bench, the dragoness riding him while Lorelei fed her the fresh meat. John had his head buried between her huge tits the entire time. After he came inside Nathalia, the position switched. There was something deeply satisfying about watching Lorelei in nothing but tribal gold and a flimsy excuse for a pelvic curtain, devouring meat like she had half returned to her animal roots while riding his cock. He came inside her so fast, he gave her a second load to make up for it.

Moira had been a holdout. She stayed in the back of the sapphic orgy, too horny to stay out but a bit too embarrassed for a public fucking. Towards the evening, she simply broke. John was back on his throne when the Warden suddenly mounted him, squatting on the throne and stretching her asshole with his cock. She came until she could hardly speak anymore.

Undine cleaned his cock with her mouth. The water spirit’s throat was a squirming nest of alien tendrils and it felt heavenly. After she got done, Lydia decided to follow the example set. The monarch of Rex Germaniae was sucking his cock with a fervour that fit her outfit, matching that of everyone else. She was clearly as influenced as the rest of them by the raw exultation of this event.

After he came down her throat as well, Ehtra mixed things up slightly by wrapping her tits around his cock. A good titjob was greatly appreciated after all of that and John closed his eyes, enjoying the shifting mass of squish. When he came, he came in her mouth. She presented the load before gulping it down. Last and certainly not last was Lee, who he made sit on the throne next to him first, to finger her for a couple of teasing minutes before then frying her brain as well with a rapid pounding.

The Aztecs were in awe of him by the end. He had fucked gods, humans, elementals and even the woman who had forced their devil into a godlock. They had known that John was mighty, but all of this proved to them just how mighty.

The orgy still wasn’t over by that point. It was barely evening. It was a couple more hours until sunset and more time past that until the last orange had bled from the sky. More than enough time to fuck all of his present haremettes some more, to give the disguised Fianna more command orgasms, and to break Layla’s brain by allowing her to be so close to it all. The reformed stalker was getting a taste of what was awaiting her and it left her drooling.

Amidst all of that debauchery, that central pedestal still remained untouched. Lydia and Layla had added their cloaks to it and that was all. In this world of total indulgence, it alone remained clean. Nahoa circled around it with ever more eager anticipation. This was where it would happen, after all.

An anvil to forge a demigod.