John found himself, as he so often did, balls-deep inside Nathalia.
The dragoness had barged into the gaming room and demanded that he stretch out her insides. Lee was right that his concentration of highscores was all too easily broken by attractive won. The sanctity of the gaming room had long since been compromised by a great variety of additions. One of them was a bed, another one was the kind of massive steel fra that looked like modern art until one roped up a cumdump between the bars.
Drooling all over herself, tongue lolled past the ring gag that pried open her pretty little face, Eliana stared down at the face pressed against her cunt. Nathalia would have been buried between the thick thighs of the hyper masochistic submissive, if said thighs hadn’t been stretched upwards. The little, flexible bundle of fuckable holes had her ankles tied behind her head, her wrists under her childbearing hips, and her torso decorated with the expertly tied red ropes that kept her blueish-white form suspended at fucking height.
John was more than a little proud of the tight little bundle she was. To have a nubile woman that flexible was the first accomplishnt. The second was the custom-made fra that he and Hailey had designed and welded together. It sat on a rotating axis that could be locked at eight different angles for maximum access options. Third point of pride was his skill at bondage. Not many n on this entire earth could claim to create such deliberate load bearing distribution with rope. The red BDSM rope only dug into her skin where he wanted to and a few adjustnts on the knots that kept her up could ease or worse tension. There was even a platform he could pull up to give her a proper resting place.
John took the binding of his submissives very seriously. It was a ditative exercise for him, to see their willing forms grow progressively more excited as he restricted them according to his vision. After he had put her up, he had done the typical alternation between teasing her with toys and pumping loads into whatever hole he fancied.
Then Nathalia had ca in and letting her have her favourite al or second favourite al was only natural. “Delishioush,” the dragoness moaned, lapping the steady white oozing out of Eliana’s wet cunt and off the surrounding of her puffy pussy lips.
John genuinely wasn’t sure what the redhead liked more: his cum straight from the source or mixed with the love juices of another harette. The only really important thing seed to be that it was inside of her. Sothing he was all too eager to make a reality.
Pounding her from behind on the small bed (by his standards), he made her rock back and forth and that fat caral ass jiggle. Nathalia was an incredibly tall woman and her luscious curves followed suit. Each ti he hit the double spheres of her flawlessly smooth backside, the roundness surrendered to the force of the impact and flattened against his groin. The ripples spread upwards, becoming invisible only once they hit her lower back, where all signs of fat on her suddenly vanished. There was only her slender back above that erotic derriere.
The depression of her spine was a deep line that followed the downwards curve of her back. At the halfway point, it curved up again, leading to her shoulders. The muscles of her upper back and arms shifted constantly, dealing with the shock of the rhythmic thrusts. Her arms were raised, holding onto the crossbar of the fra that had been turned so she could go through the aforentioned act of licking every drop of cum out of Eliana that her tongue could reach.
John drew his hips back and her ass jiggled back into shape like a particularly enticing piece of jelly. Unable to contain himself, he swatted the right cheek. Nathalia’s ass shifted to the left, then wiggled back to the right. Her folds clenched around the only manhood she cared about anymore. A fact that, even now, gave John a giant ego-boost. As did hearing those massive tits smacking together that she had given herself at his request.
A whimper made him look up. Eliana was squirming restlessly in her bindings, sothing other than spasms tingling through her consolidated curves. Nathalia was on it before him. “Awww, a-ah-re you jealous that you’re not getting spanked, toy?” the dragoness asked, between mindless bliss and the sadism she still got to direct towards the extre submissives in the harem. “Sad that I l—ihhhck all the… hmmmm… delicious seed out of your little cunt?” Two swift nods, followed by Nathalia giving the taut cheek of the bound woman a semi-intense bite. “Too bad!” Her voice was a reprimanding whiplash that made the extre masochist visibly gush. Nathalia dragged her pointy tongue over the pussy lips again. Still, there was thick white flowing out of Eliana’s agape quim. Her stomach had been bulging before this scene began. “You- Ah, oh yes, Master!”
John smacked the switch’s ass again, as a reward for the proper title. Whether Nathalia did it out of genuine respect for the title or just to remind Eliana that she was gagged and couldn’t say it was difficult to say. With her, John didn’t care either. To respect the switches was just part of the healthy balance of sexual denominators in his personal paradise.
“You!” Nathalia continued, when she had wrestled control over her voice back from the gasps and moans. “You are a pl-ah-atter. Your existence is for to-“ She stopped, hastily lapping up a trickle of pussy juice-sen mixture running down the set of hole’s taint. “-gorge myself on, cumdump.”
Eliana scread. Not in protest, furthest from it, but in raw ecstasy when the dragoness shoved her tongue as deep into the presented source of sen.
John managed to last another two minutes before the sight and the sensations were just too much. The vice-like grip of Nathalia’s cunt was rapidly bringing him to the edge. The heat of the fire dragon’s body made him feel like he was a piece of chocolate lting blissfully inside of her. Three more hard thrusts, then he pushed against her cushion of a backside and ca.
Screams muffled, still eating out the pretty little set of holes, Nathalia pushed back against him. Her ass wiggled softly. The intent to wring every last drop out of her mate and have it be as close to her ovum as possible was evident in every last gesture.
They just remained like that for a while. John eventually pulled out. After the feeling had fully returned to his legs, he stood up. Nathalia was still in post multi-orgasmic bliss, her top now as down as her bottom was up. That left Eliana’s cunt unattended. The submissive recovered quicker than the switch, getting eaten out not quite comparing to being pounded from behind.
John grabbed the tal rod that was connected to the slotting chanism and loosened it. With as little as the whisper of lubricant, the entire contraption turned. When Eliana faced the inside of the room, and the door on the other side by proxy, again, he stopped. “God, I love that I can just do whatever without any concern… that will be one of the drawbacks of when we have kids.” As he said that, he reached for one of the toys. He caught a protesting noise and looked up to Eliana. “You want a break?” A nod. John moved his hand to the clasp at the back of Eliana’s head instead. Pulling the ring gag out between her flawless teeth, he asked, “Full break or just scene break?”
“Scene break,” Eliana responded. She proceeded to open and close her mouth a couple of tis. Replacing the ring gag in his hand with a sports bottle, John carefully administered a few gulps of water to the pretty little psycho. After having her mouth kept open for the better part of two hours, she understandably had a mild case of dryness going on. Of course, she could fix that magically, but why rob them of an excuse of doting on her?
“Hmmmmmm, ye-e-e-esssss,“ Nathalia crooned in that deep, husky voice of hers. “That was a good reminder why you’re the one to breed .”
“You fucking cum-stealing hag licked all the baby batter out of !” Eliana complained.
“And I regret nothing.” Fluidly, Nathalia turned her position from ‘breeding bitch in waiting’ to ‘royalty lingering in her bed’. That there was a difference between the two, the existence of the goddess seed to actively reject. Even when she scooped the trickle of cum out of her own pussy, she looked as regal as a tiger. “It was and remains my right.” She licked the seed off her finger.
“Is this a good ti to co in here?” Momo announced herself with those words and two knocks against the doorfra. Behind her, Lorelei shifted, her nun outfit hiding so much more than Momo’s maid uniform.
John gestured for them to co inside. “What brings you into my humble abode?” he asked and plopped down on the bed next to Nathalia. “And which one of you two should I choose to tend to next?”
“I’m out.” Momo raised her arms in a big cross. “You’ve been using nonstop recently!”
“Well, you’re always around!” John pushed back and gestured at the top of the doorfra, where a Firefae was sitting at that very mont. “Many of you, by the way. You try containing yourself when there’s a bunch of soone you love around.”
“I do it literally every day,” Momo retorted.
“Hah, you admitted that you love .”
“You- I- Urgh!” Momo stomped her little feet, stopping just in front of the bed. After turning red, she then plopped down next to him. “Whatever, wordsmith, the point is that I’m not doing it! Not in the mood.”
“You could have just said that,” John teased her. She would never just say that. She liked the back and forth too much to stop at just stating facts. “Well, one isn’t in the mood, one is on break.” The Gar looked between Momo and Eliana, then lingered on Nathalia. The dragoness’ tongue swirled thoughtfully around her sen-stained digits. Ultimately, she made the predictable choice.
Ten seconds later, John was lying on his back, feet dangling over the edge of the bed, with Nathalia giving him the blessed view of reverse cowgirl. She held back her passion in favour of the gentle swaying of her hips that was, while much less overtly pleasurable, easy-going on interrupting a conversation.
“Thank you, Rel,” Eliana stated, after she was rotated back to looking at the bed. Momo snickered, while the seer sat down where Nathalia had been a mont ago. “And what’s so funny, beacon face?”
“Beacon face?” Momo asked, obviously confused.
“Because you glow like a fucking torch in the sun,” Eliana explained her insult. “It’s like a flare is walking around.”
“That’s only because the Guild Hall is always so terribly sunny.” Momo pulled her legs to her chest, to have so place to put her chin. On the other side, Lorelei was rather blatantly staring at Nathalia’s ass bouncing up and down. The abstinent woman had her hands folded in her lap and was trembling that little tremble only people that tried not to shiver could produce.
Watching that fruit ripen before he plucked it had not at all lost its appeal.
“I could do with so more clouds in the Guild Hall, but Jane keeps hogging the thermostat. I want more rain.” Momo let out a long sigh. “Am I alone in that?”
“I understand the sentint,” Lorelei joined, her voice remarkably devoid of the strain of desire. “To read as raindrops cascade down the window has always been a special pleasure. I studied scripture many tis during rainy evenings.”
“Yeah!” Momo agreed enthusiastically. “Eliana? What about you? Favourite kind of weather?”
“Don’t fucking know, just give around 20 degrees and I barely even care about the rest. I just make myself cold blooded when it gets too hot.”
“Is there even a point asking you?” Momo turned to the last woman in the little gathering. “Or you?” she glanced at John. “Because I feel like the answer will be fire and brimstone and ‘Jane got my balls in the thermostat’.”
“As long as it doesn’t rain, I do not care much.” Nathalia ignored the jab.
“And Jane does not have my balls in the thermostat,” was John’s dry response.
“So, she keeps them sowhere else?” Momo stuck out her tongue teasingly.
John felt a vein in his forehead throb. It cascaded down to a chain reaction between his legs that made Nathalia chuckle. “You and your love for the deliberately upsetting.” The ancient goddess crossed her arms under her massive tits, while gyrating her hips with a grace that would have made a belly dancer green with envy. “Perhaps you do not break them long enough.”
“If the power-fucking could not correct Scarlett, nothing can correct that one.” Leisurely, he pointed at Momo with his thumb. Before she could do more than create an upset sound, he continued, “Where do you keep Tiolyst these days anyway?”
“In my private museum until I decide what to do with it,” Momo stated. The Astrotium staff, found in old Akkadian ruins, was impressive and underwhelming simultaneously. That they had been capable of creating a staff like that over 4000 years ago was mind-boggling. While their knowledge of utilizing Astrotium was worthy of emulation, enchantnt had advanced trendously in the anti. By extension, Tiolyst was impressive as an item, but as a weapon it was below the average harette’s armant. “I could give it to Marathyu, I could give it to our new crafting crew, I could just put it in a museum and have a new staff created from scratch, I dunno.”
“Perhaps I should inspect it, when we return to the Guild Hall?” Lorelei suggested.
“That’s… a pretty good idea, yeah. Let’s do that.” Momo agreed. Silence fell over the room for a mont. Nathalia used it as an excuse to pick up the tempo and get herself to another orgasm. As it ebbed away, Momo asked, “How many countries did you visit in your lifeti, Nat?”
“No idea, did not count, why?” the dragoness asked, her voice haughty from the afterglow.
“Just curious. You saw so much of history; I kind of want to pick your brains about it buuuut you are… disinterested in adding to the collective knowledge of the sapient races.”
“Indeed I am.” Nathalia resud the circling of her hips. “Why add to sothing half of the naked apes are not interested in and the other half will misunderstand?”
“For the tiny percentage that will learn very valuable lessons from it,” John threw his hat in there. “At least consider it? For ?”
“Hmph, you’re lucky you’re endearing – both of you,” Nathalia gave the softest of surrenders.
“Makes wonder how many places my fuckable holes have been,” Eliana wondered out loud. “Difficult to place… difficult to say what are my mories, what are Eliza’s and what are Thana’s…” She took a sharp inhale. “Yeah, no fuck that, headache territory.”
“Is that frequent?” John asked, alard.
“Fucking of course not, or I would have told your worrying, protective, strong, firmly gripping hands already.” She suddenly burst out laughing. “That sounded way better in my head, what fucking retarded shit just ca out of my upper asshole?”
“I would like to travel the world, if we have the spare ti.” Lorelei played with her fingers, by now so absorbed in the conversation that she was fully ignoring the thing that she wanted happening right next to her. “I have seen so little of it. England, half of the US, parts of India and Germany.”
“That’s already more than most people see in their life, to be fair,” John threw in there. “But I don’t mind the idea of taking you on a little ride around the globe at so point. You and one of my bodies and maybe a few others that are interested.” Breaking the harem up into smaller groups was generally inadvisable, but for specific stretches of ti with specific goals, it sounded like a good way to make sure they kept having things to talk to about each other. Plus, if he made sure there was always different overlap, he could keep all the social bonds strong.
Lorelei put her hands together. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, beloved chosen… John.”
John just shook his head and sighed. Her habit of titling him in various religious ways remained. It was difficult to get rid of sothing she was genuinely thinking. In her head he was a saint. A very worldly saint, but a saint nonetheless. Thankfully, she wasn’t fanatic enough to make that strain their relationship or to prevent her from pushing back when she disagreed – however softly she voiced that.
She did bite her lower lip when Nathalia picked up the pace again.
And his little corner of heaven continued.
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