John arrived exactly on ti in the Sex Dungeon and was greeted by the sight of all 16 of his girls in maid outfits. They were not quite the sa variety that his three (or two and an undecided, rather) everyday maids wore. The chest area was practically the sa, white fabric stretching or covering the chest of the various sizes of breasts he had the privilege of knowing as his. Underneath, a black corset underlined those bags of mankind’s hopes and dreams. The skirts, however, were different. Much shorter, so short that they could almost not be worn in public, with a hand’s width between their rim and the stockings that pressed into the thighs, held up by garter belts.
His harem stood in a semi-circle, illuminated by the many aromatic candles that basked the room in golden light, with Rave at the centre and Aclysia and Beatrice at each end. Their assortnt was carefully chosen, attempting to be as symtric between the two sides as they could, putting equal height and matching colours opposite wherever possible. “”Welco ho, Master,”” they greeted him in perfect unison, bowing afterwards.
Rave rose her head first, the rest of the harettes following with an artistic, outwardly spreading delay. Once everyone stood straight again, the Gar’s girlfriend raised her voice. She used a much gentler tone than normal, spoke slowly and controlled, for all of the won gathered there.
“Serving you is always an utmost pleasure, Master,” the pink-haired bombshell of a woman said, her eyes submissively downcast. All of the other harettes followed the sa example, as if they weren’t worthy to look directly at him. His inner dominant was already ignited at the sight of the outfits. Rave could sense it. “We offer to you, our flawless Master, our bodies. All we are, we entrust to you, to dominate however you see it. Every centitre of our bodies are yours to use. Every sensitive bit of skin, every hole you wish to fuck, we are all yours. With all of our trust in you and all our love, we submit completely to you until you wake again.”
It was a similar pledge to what he had gotten for his birthday. At the ti, they had worn lingerie, Momo, Nathalia, and Nia had been missing, and he had yet to get to know Lee. Even without the changes, John would have gladly accepted this as his birthday gift. Yes, he could get many of them to submit to him on a regular day, but all of them at once and to this extent was still special. The maid outfit was just the cherry on top of the cream pie he would be baking.
“Kneel,” he commanded them. With moans of obedience, they each fell to their knees on the mattress floor of the Sex Dungeon. The mixture of firmness and softness was ideal for physical activity. Usually that ant sports, but the na of the room made it quite obvious what the intention here was. “Masturbate, intensely,” he ordered next.
Legs quickly parted. Each woman reached down with both hands, hastily pushing up their mini skirt and revealing their lack of panties. Working clit and pussy, they soon filled the room with their ecstatic cries. Their full and sinfully glistening lips were agape, less to moan and more to offer their mouth’s to be taken. As much as John’s savage wished to engage in the simplicity of fucking them, his intricate perversion won out.
Before he did anything else, he walked over to Siena. She slipped out of her role for a mont, their eyes eting when he squatted down in front of her. “Are you going to enjoy submitting?” he asked her in complete earnest. Hot as it was, he didn’t want any of the dominant or sadistic mbers of the harem to feel forced.
“You have a ha- aaahhh- nd in awakening certain desires, Master,” the midnight elental gasped, still working her cunt. The breasts of the black-haired woman were squished between her upper arms, emphasizing the cleavage of her maid uniform.
That was all John needed to hear. To start with, he wouldn’t have expected Siena to agree to sothing like this a second ti if she hadn’t enjoyed the first. He put a hand on her chin, brushed over her lower lip with his thumb, and then gently pushed inside. Sucking on his thumb, her moan was the only one that was muffled in a room full of orgasmic cries.
Whether they were making a conscious effort or the long ti spent together had just synced them up in the most perverted of ways, the harem managed to orgasm within seconds of one another – even Momo. The pale support was the next one to catch John’s direct attention.
For all of her sass, Momo still knew how to behave the part of the submissive and her eyes remained down when John positioned himself before her. Even when he reached to her chest, no poncho covering it at this ti, and yanked down the cloth covering her almost flat breasts, she kept to her orders. “What about you, are you fine with fully submitting during our first sex after you’ve co back?” the Gar wanted to know.
Momo had to swallow before she could answer, “Yes, Master.”
“Tell why,” he ordered, while rolling her pink nipples between his fingers.
That he made it a command caused Momo to feel additional pleasure throughout her answer. “Because… because it’s you! I tr- ah- trust you to ussssse eeee only… o-only in ways I enjoy. You… yesssss… you will… take … back… thoroughly…” There was a pause too long to be by design, before she added the magical word, “Master.”
“I won’t disappoint you,” the Gar promised. Her dedication was precious to him, especially with how willing she was to jump right back into the thick of things. A surge of desire for her caused him to claim her lips with his. No longer was she cold and no longer did she have the lingering feeling of silicone. She was all like flesh and bones under his caress. Her lips tasted like tal, lemongrass and pine needles. A change from her recent transformation, no doubt.
John pushed her down. Her hands were replaced with one of his own, expertly working her pussy. Even without any sensitivity increases from Lover’s Will, the Gar’s fingering technique was far above what even a serial masturbator could do to herself. Her head and upper back stayed connected to the ground, pinned by John’s aggressive kiss, while her stocking-covered feet dug into the floor and her hips shot upwards.
Practically screaming into his mouth, the fairy support ca. John kept going. Middle and ring finger curved into her, tongue wrestling with hers, he created delightfully wet sounds with both of her lip pairs. Her arms slung around him in an open embrace, fingers clawing into the back of his shirt. Her slender, bottom-heavy body trembled, her hips sunk sowhat, then shot up again. Pussy juice squirted repeatedly and didn’t stop until John ceased fingering her.
“Disappointed?” the Gar joked after retreating from the kiss. Momo was too busy snapping for air to answer, but their ntal connection let him know enough of her state of mind to glean a mixture of irritation, amusent, satisfaction, and a need for more. The first of those four was by far the least pronounced. The last of them, the Gar shared. “Present yourself,” he demanded.
“Yes… Master.” This ti Momo was quicker to use the proper title. She rolled onto her chest and raised her ass. Drooling, her overflowing juices stained part of her mini skirt before she could pull up the piece of tiny clothing and completely reveal her bubble butt. Frad by the rolled-up skirt and the stockings, stretching the straps of the garter belt over it, the whole juiciness of her ass was on display. It was every bit as deliciously fat as that of the two other Artificial Spirits, a trend John very much appreciated.
Positioning himself behind her raised butt, John gave it a number of squeezes. Momo obliged him by softly swaying back and forth, alternating how tense her muscles were and thus how firm or squishy her ass. John loved every stage, from the almost solid smoothness of the fully tensed backside, to the squeezable state of mild and the softness of absolute relaxation.
‘If I ever create another one, she will have an ass like this too,’ he thought and gave the ass a mild slap when Momo was at her most relaxed. She sighed lustfully. John tested the waters by giving her a second slap, one that mildly echoed through the ongoing moans of the masturbating harem of maids. Momo shouted with pain and pleasure. Wise, especially when it ca to matters of sexual domination, John stayed his hand for a third slap at full force. Either her Endurance or her exposure would need to be raised before that would be sothing she could enjoy.
Instead, he pulled back and pressed the button that made his casual clothes instantly disappear into his inventory. Momo took the small break to spread out her pussy, still following the order to present herself. A strand of pussy juice dripped from her cunt, falling between her glistening thighs. Her insides were bright pink, the kind usually reserved for idealized images. In his harem, such a sight was the norm and it still made John’s cock throb with desire. The paleness of her skin elevated the sight.
“Watch us,” John commanded the rest of the gathered harem, while aligning himself with that pink pussy. Delighted in the sounds that fairy support made while he rubbed the engorged head of his sizable erection against her exposed folds, the Gar waited for the won to fulfil his order. Soon they ford a circle around them, fifteen drenched and loyal maids, each eager and willing to watch their man fuck another woman. ‘Gaia, thank you for letting accomplish this,’ he sent a thankful ssage to the deity who had jumpstarted his powers.
Finally, he pushed inside. With just a little bit of his cock inside her, John moved his hands to her hips. He loved how firmly he could grab her where her bubble butt curved into her narrow waist. Pulling her own arms back to rest besides her head, she got them out of the way for what was to follow. Also, she needed them to support herself. Desperately, once her spine started curving from how high she raised her head.
“Oh… oh… Johnnnn… Masssstterrrrrrrr!!!” she scread as her tight cunt gradually got stretched out by the only cock she had ever known, one that she hadn’t interacted with in a year. Doubtlessly she had used toys in that ti, solo or during lesbian ventures, but John knew they couldn’t compare to his genuine thing. Whatever she rembered of their old lovemaking had since been superseded by several stronger Skills and, even without them, John had mastered the art of intercourse on a simple human level. The ti during which his supportive Skills and Perks had been shut down had proved that much.
No matter how much he had learned, he was still just a man. Fully inside her, he groaned. Her pussy was so tight, only the overabundant lubrication allowed him to move at all. Things got simultaneously worse and better, while her insides were reshaped by a subconscious effort to complint the length and girth of his dick.
John let that process conclude, both because of the pleasurable shifting it brought with it and to let Momo get used to the presence of his cock. Then he started moving. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he gasped, her pussy trying its best to cling to him every millitre of the way. Massaging his shaft and the glans under the head, all of her was prid to bring him the greatest pleasure.
It was difficult to find the right balance between accelerating and familiarizing himself with her weak spots again. Instincts scread to plough her clenching, drenched and quivering cunt. Pride told him to study her and bring her to as many orgasms as possible before he ca himself. Even though he wasn’t as thorough as he wanted with that, it was doubtless that Momo had the ti of her life.
With his hands firmly digging into the maid outfit that still covered much of her torso, the Gar fucked her at a steadily increasing speed. Howling at the ceiling sounds that could have been words, but generally were only understood as proof of her ecstasy, Momo kept covering the floor with the gushing of her swollen pussy. Through the Mandala Sphere, John observed her mindlessly lustful expression. Rolled up eyes and stretched out tongue, an image of soone getting the fuck of her life.
Under his hard thrusts, her entire body shook. Her juicy ass rippled. Pussy juice had long since started soaking into her stockings. John still wanted her to scream more, outdo the ring of watching harettes so thoroughly that their self-made pleasure paled in comparison. Smacking her ass, he coerced such a cry from her. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Her obscene shout was accompanied by another wave of squirting.
John’s speed reached its zenith, just as he felt his release approaching. He didn’t announce it – he had no need to announce it. Her body was his for the evening, he could cum wherever and whenever he wanted. All that he had to satisfy was himself. As his girls knew, his fulfilnt was connected directly to theirs. Yet, just before his orgasm, there were only his instincts and they scread at him to unload deep inside her.
With one final thrust, he obliged his primitive side. Cum spurted deep into Momo’s pussy, flooding her insides. The multi-orgasmic experience ca to an absolute climax with the addition of John’s enhanced seed. Momo went silent, her eyes almost vanished behind her fluttering lids, and her body switched between rigidity and absolute relaxation several tis over the span of seconds. John’s field of view was overtaken by dancing lights, drowning out anything he didn’t focus on. Staring down on her bubble butt while Momo gyrated to get every last drop from him, he saw exactly what he wanted to see.
His orgasm subsided before hers. When John was out of her, Momo’s legs slowly started to give in. Not allowing her complete rest, the Gar rolled her on her back and went for her breasts. The A-cups had barely anything in terms of squishiness to them, but John still enjoyed them for what they were – especially because her nipples were just that sensitive.
John went all out at the start, kissing and flicking the pink crowns of her chest and slowly eased off as her orgasm lessened.
“Never… a boring minute with you… is there?” Momo gasped.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” he responded smugly.
Momo rolled her eyes. “Sorry, Master.”
Things were only just beginning.
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