John did not care that he was being shoved out of the door of the I.D. Gate. His entire being yearned to finally explore tra’s body in its entirety. Unchanged as she had been at her core, the additions and mild changes still gave the engagent with her a novel touch. More importantly, much more importantly, he hadn’t fucked tra specifically in over a day. His loving mind was starved for her specifically.
Landing on top of him, the already naked blonde berserker babe descended on his lips, claiming them with passionate intensity. She pinned him to the ground with the kiss, her hands going all over him. In return, he hugged her tightly. One hand on the back of her head, he kept her pulled against him. Wet sounds of smacking lips and swirling tongues echoed from them.
They were interrupted for one mont by Undine passing by them. “I will see you later,” she said. Unless tra wanted her to join, the water spirit respected that this was one of those solo engagents the mbers of the harem got to have with their man. Since tra went straight back to making out with John, Undine continued towards the Palace and finally disappeared indoors.
Under the heat of an artificial sumr sun, John groaned audibly into tra’s mouth. The blonde’s hand had taken firm hold of the package between his legs. Squeezing his cock through pants and undergarnts, she caused so physiological reactions that would have made the second of those clothing articles require a wash, had they not been enchanted. After a few seconds of indirect contact, tra’s battle-fuelled lust spurred her into impatient action. Precum soon no longer sared the inside of his trunks, but instead ran down the side of his freed shaft.
tra broke the kiss to pull down his pants. She didn’t undress him, she had no need to, she just removed what was between his cock and her eagerly dripping cunt. Panting like the bitch in heat she was, the First of Wrath straddled his crotch and angled his cock. Then she slamd down.
Ecstatic howls accompanied her bouncing on his cock. She began upright, revealing the full beauty of her toned midriff and petite breasts, bouncing like her ponytail. Each bounce went up to the very tip of his cock, threatening to release the erect mber from the tight grip of her quivering quim, and ended with her soft ass rippling from the impact on his groin – his shaft fully engulfed in the wet folds.
As the reckless up and down continued, tra gradually slumped forwards, until she had to support herself on John’s chest. The Gar watched her with sharp eyes, only moving his hands to put his clothes away, and smirking at the perverted expression on the First of Wrath’s face. Glazed over, unfocused, in a face blank with lust, mouth slightly open, she was completely lost in the mont.
John let that sight and her continuous, increasingly desperate up and down carry him to his first orgasm. Without announcent, his seed pumped into her cunt. Her entire body spasd, her lungs pressed out air which her lips ford into pleading, short and nurous cries. Each spurt of the thick cum into her willingly enslaved cunt sent shocks through the pleasure receptors in her body. Yet, while her pussy wrang every last drop of sen out of his shaft, tra herself was unable to find the ultimate release.
“Let cum,” tra demanded, which was the cue for John to get back into being more than a silent observer.
Firmly grabbing her by the jaw, he commanded her, “Look at .” Once she had gathered enough focus, past the pleasure coursing through her without a place to go, he continued. “Bad girls only get to orgasm when I allow them to and you – thinking you can just do what you want – have been a very bad girl,” he chastised her. “What are you, tra?”
“Your sex slave, my king,” the First of Wrath assured, her tone regretful.
“Then don’t take charge unless I allow you to,” he said and let go. “Turn around and keep riding . You’ll get to climax when I do again.”
“Yes, my king,” tra obeyed. A few seconds later, she was facing him with her rear. A nice, round butt which she emphasized by curving her back in a pleasing way. In this position, her tail was a minor detrint. Even raised, the fluffy hairs partly obstructed his vision. Smaller or smooth tails were preferable in this position.
John’s issue with her tail was, fundantally, unimportant though. When tra resud her movents, all he could think about was how gorgeous she was and how incredibly good she was at riding his cock. The pleasure was overpowering and her deliberate display of her caral-coloured ass was quickly replaced with her being practically on all fours. Her pussy clung so incredibly tightly to his girthy rod that the pretty pink folds that hid behind the dark labia partially surfaced whenever she made her way up.
Thighs tensing and releasing, the athletic woman served her king with fervour and selfish need to finally release. John let her do him however she wanted. He wasn’t offended if any of his won ever wanted to take the lead. When it ca to the more submissive mbers of his harem, he just knew that asserting his dominance increased their enjoynt drastically. tra was a sowhat odd mber of the intensely sexually subservient won, but she was one regardless.
Groans growing louder and louder, he let the First of Wrath know how close he was getting without saying it. It spurred her to keep increasing her pace. The lewd sounds of their lovemaking echoed over the flat grass roof. Sweat covered them in a glistening sheen. The sun kept shining uncaringly and their physical exertion did the rest.
As his lust reached the point of no return, John thrust up into tra’s eager cunt instinctively. Raised hips were pressed back down by the force of her very physical answer. One, two, three tis that sequence repeated, then lightning filled his body and vision. Seed pumped up his shaft, tra slamd down one more ti, then her king lifted the seal.
Womb filling with a second load, the blonde berserker babe spasd, scread, and squirted all over John’s cock. All the way from simple short moans to drawn-out shouts, her vocalizations reached. When her undirected convulsions brought her close enough, the Gar grabbed one of her arms and yanked her backwards. He secured her in position by holding her in a chokehold and reaching between her legs.
“There is nothing that pleasures more than seeing one of my beloved harettes cum their brains out,” he whispered into one of her human ears. tra had no mind to respond with, still in the afterglow of an orgasm – which John’s action swiftly replaced with another proper one. Rubbing her clit, fucking her sensitive pussy, he made her cry his na.
“John!” The veneration and love in that word was honest in a way only those drowned in ecstasy could be. “My king – my Master – mine!” she yelled, then John tightened the chokehold and reduced all of her noises to muffled moans.
She was intoxicating. She slled like iron, the wild, and sweet berries, ever since her transformation. tal and sweet berries were also what he tasted when he nibbled on her ear. Sliding in and out of her drenched cunt at rapid speed, working the central button of her lust with his fingers, he had the powerful woman jerk around in his embrace.
Rolling over, he pinned tra down underneath him. He held both of her hands, his palms pressing against their backs, their fingers intertwined. Simultaneously, his pounding continued. Thrusting down was a lot easier and he lived for the way her ass and entire body shook with each heavy impact. Only slightly raised for easier access, her butt was almost completely relaxed and jiggled in all of its trained softness. Her tail was limp, off to the side.
Released from the chokehold, tra was free to shout once again and made liberal use of that privilege. Wolf ears perked and head raised enough that John could see her rolled up eyes, she scread vigorously with each renewed orgasm. Her love juices stained the grass.
The third load silenced tra, just as it ended the spasms with one drawn-out mont of rigid lust. John followed suit, remaining completely still, fully sheathed inside her, and just let their orgasms run their course. Each new spurt of sen flooding her caused a short-lived throaty sound to erge from tra, otherwise there was nothing to be heard.
The need for air eventually caused John to audibly fill his empty lungs. His thoughts slowly started back up and he pulled out of her. After three of his enormous loads, it was no surprise that thick white cream oozed from her cunt the mont the sealing rod was removed. John loved the view of tra’s twitching, thoroughly fucked cunt overflowing with his seed.
He stood up and waited for the sweaty, spasming blonde to recover. Always an enduring one, she did not leave him waiting for any considerable ti. When she noticed him standing over her, the willing sex slave swiftly transitioned from lying on her stomach to kneeling in front of him. “That was fucking aweso, my king,” she said with a grin. “What do you want from next?”
“Remain still,” John commanded, and reached into the part of the Sex Dungeon’s Inventory that could be accessed from anywhere within the Guild Hall. Retrieving a dark brown leather collar and a leash, it was imdiately clear what he wanted to do. tra eagerly waited for him to secure the collar around her neck, holding back moans as the expertly crafted material was tightly pulled against her skin. The closing chanism snapped shut, John hooked the leash into the tal ring at the front, and then pulled his tail-wagging sex slave along.
It wasn’t the first ti that John walked tra, or any of his won, like a dog, but he would have lied if he said her having the features of a canine didn’t give this whole process an additional aesthetic pleasure. For her part, the wolf girl seed to enjoy this even more than she did in the past. Submissive and exhibitionistic sides engaged, the only thing that could have made it even better for her was to have soone watch her.
That was exactly what John intended to supply her. They walked indoors, through the corridors of the Palace, took the elevator up, and soon reached the door of the harem’s ho. Unsurprisingly, they were t with the moans of other harettes.
Rave and Undine (in her goth form) were scissoring on the couch, a double-sided dildo supporting them in their mutual pleasure. Not only watching but with Scarlett between her legs, Gno panted heavily. Sohow, Siena had managed to get both Aclysia and Beatrice to sit on either side of her and was busy dominating them both with toys, fingers, kisses, and shadowy tendrils. From the bedroom echoed the lustful cries of Nathalia, in so form of engagent with one or more harettes. The rest of the harem wasn’t present or in the showers, John did not know which. This crowd was enough anyway.
Although they all looked over with interest, they were also in the know that this was tra’s ti and did not even attempt to join. Stares were enough to infla the exhibitionist’s desires again, though, manifesting in renewed panting while he guided her the rest of the way to the Couch area, where all of these intra-harem engagents were happening.
“Get on the table,” John commanded the First of Wrath, who quickly climbed on top of the low furniture.
She was so turned on, she couldn’t even kneel properly. Legs parted, she painted the outline of her ass and crotch on the glass centre of the wood-rimd table. John didn’t care, their housekeeper was watching approvingly (and with a hint of envy) while the ancient weapon obediently served their Master. Mouth open, hands almost touching her needy cunt, tra looked up at him with her green eyes for further instructions.
Nothing was said as John pulled the light brown berserker babe by the leash. With each roll of his wrist, he shortened the distance between her and his crotch, until he had her in the position he wanted: bowed forwards and panting lustfully on his shaft. “Are you a good girl?” he asked her.
“No,” she confessed, “but I’ll try to be, my king.”
That was an acceptable response and John grabbed her by the back of the head, forcing his cock down her throat. Then again ‘forcing’ was a big word for a willing sex slave who took his entire manhood into her mouth with nothing more than an ecstatic cry. John stayed balls deep inside her, waited for her lips to seal tightly around his girthy shaft and for her tongue to massage whatever it could reach.
With the leash and her hair, he manhandled tra as he facefucked her. That he did so before the harem had fantastic effects on all parties present. Rave and Undine transford their repetitive motions into a heated duel, cat girl and goth sli moaning as they made out and wrestled for dominance. Thighs clenching around Scarlett, Gno treated the bratty submissive with the roughness she always tried to coerce by challenging her doms. It was more of an accident born from the season elental’s voyeurism than deliberate action. Utilizing her vast, sadistic talent, Siena pleasured the two maids and kept them both too distracted to get envious and right at the edge. That she primarily used the white-haired won’s mouths, mimicking the rhythm John was using, let the two fantasize that they were in tra’s position. Lastly, Sylph dashed out from the bedroom to see what the fuss was about and imdiately started masturbating in mid-air, with all of the enormous depravity she harboured in that tiny, sexy body.
For John, being surrounded by his moaning, gasping harettes raised the level of his enjoynt imnsely. His eyes wandered from one flushed, jiggling, soft and athletic body to the next, always reminding him what gorgeous won he had conquered. Of course, his gaze primarily lay on the woman he was currently engaged with.
tra, despite not being one of the harettes who could orgasm with her throat alone, had her eyes rolled up and was completely indulging in being the centre of attention. Cock vanishing in her throat over and over again, she was an obedient, wolf-eared cocksleeve. Sen and pussy juice created a wet spot under her on the table.
“Touch yourself,” John ordered her, eager to feel her screams around his cock. Desperate for that little bit of extra pleasure to set herself off, the First of Wrath started working her pussy with both hands, fingering and rubbing whatever sensitive spots she could find in her haze.
John got what he wanted and tra’s mindless, muffled screams stimulated his cock while he kept going. They added to the many rises and falls of pitches across the room. Individual engagents reached their climaxes. Rave, Undine, Gno, Scarlett and Siena all tasted orgasm several tis. Only Aclysia and Beatrice were kept continuously at the edge by their expert torntor. Every last woman in John’s harem had the endurance and multi-orgasmic proclivity to just keep going, caressing their man’s ears with an ever-changing combination of lustful noises.
‘I want more,’ he thought, when his next orgasm slowly rose to the surface. He counted down to himself while he rcilessly fucked tra’s face. ‘3.’ His willing sex slave’s lips ford a tight seal around his dick, sotis creating wet slurps. ‘2.’ The harettes knew him and they knew what he wanted to do. Siena sped up her teasing to proper pleasure, bringing the two maids so close to release. ‘1.’ John stopped deep inside tra’s mouth, the point of no return crossed. “CUM!” he commanded the entire room just as the first rope of seed pumped down tra’s throat.
All of the room exploded in a unified scream of orgasmic ecstasy. Undine and Rave quieted each other down, their lips uniting in a loving kiss. Scarlett was even harder to hear, still stuck between Gno’s thighs. Unashad at that mont, the season elental scread for two anyway, writhing in her chair, spine arched. Between her and Aclysia, Beatrice’s and Siena’s orgasms seed almost conservative, high-pitched screams, professions of love, and an instinctual exploring of each other’s body. The weaponized maid, edged and reacting with the typical intensity to her Master’s orders, was squirting over the leather Couch and the wooden floor while the pleasure made her spasm. Sylph moaned, gasped, babbled, and hyperventilated, all in the span of a few seconds.
tra was practically still. Her body vibrated, her throat sotis tensed in sothing resembling a gulp, and her eyelids fluttered, adding to her dumb-fucked expression, but otherwise she remained just where she was. Previous orgasms had prepared her for this.
John gradually pulled out of her, until only the head of his dick was inside her. The final spurts of his load, she gathered in her mouth. When he did fully pull out, accompanied by the gasping of an exhausted room, he was treated to the sight of her swirling the thick cum in her mouth. A tiny nod on his side, and she sealed her lips, gulped visibly, and then presented a clean mouth to her dom.
“Good girl,” John praised his wolf-eared sex slave.
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