“Any reason ya want in your lil’ outin’?”
The question was accompanied by Hailey stripping out of her micro bikini and replacing it with a combination of hot pants and cropped top that barely hid more. She really had gotten more comfortable wearing ‘slutty’ clothes since she had beco his woman. An interesting fact, one as much related to her not having a local reputation to keep as it was to the sun no longer being as painful on her naked skin.
“You’re cute,” Nathalia responded plainly. The dragoness herself was covered only by a bikini top and a similarly tiny piece of cropped yoga pants. Denim or spandex, the result was the sa: the tiny bottoms failed to even cover the entirety of their round bottoms. Nathalia was more offending on this front than Hailey. The tall redhead’s ass was almost as much exposed as it was hidden. For Hailey, it was ‘only’ about a third.
Both of them were on the ‘large’ side of butts, though, so the distinction was fairly minor – and also sowhat related to the way their pants were cut.
What mattered the most was that their V-lines were plainly visible. A lot of won’s fashion, in John’s humble opinion, placed the belt too far up. Granted, it might have been that the different bone structure of their pelvis made it more comfortable that way. He had no idea.
“Aww, thank ye, Nathy,” Hailey drawled.
Caral dragoness and the tanned country gal turned to John, who was looking at them with all the usual appreciation. He wore, unusually, shorts and his shirt was wide open. It was over thirty degrees outside, no one on the mundane side should be able to fault him for showing a bit of skin.
The two won exchanged a glance. John knew what was going to happen before it did. Sashaying over, the two won placed their hands on his chest and gently shoved him back into a nearby chair.
“Can’t let you leave the house that excited.” Nathalia popped open the button of his shorts with one simple motion.
“We teased ’im a bit much on the beach.” Hailey’s apology was accompanied by her breasts getting placed on top of John’s head. The lon-sized squish felt hot and wonderful on his head.
“I could control myself, but I’m not going to say no to any of this.” John raised his butt a little so Nathalia could pull the shorts right back off him. His cock sprang free, every bit as erect as one expected it to be.
It remained exposed to the air for only a few seconds, then Nathalia had stepped out of her hotpants and straddled him. Her pussy was already wet, the sight of her fellow harette and the man of the harem changing having had its usual effects. Even if she was far from reclaiming her seat as the horniest of the harem, if she even cared to do that, Nathalia being a nymphomaniac was evident in every little sound she let out as she impaled herself on his length.
“Lady, when did I start gettin’ so turned on by seein’ other girls get railed?” the country gal whispered under her breath.
“Around the ti we went to the hot spring,” John responded plainly. It had been evident very early that Hailey was of the necessary bisexuality and that she had the convenient level of voyeurism to boot. Certainly, all of his harem being as happy to watch as Gno would have been a bit much, but they needed to be either quite patient or take so level of enjoynt in watching their fellow harettes get pounded – otherwise waiting their turn would have been hellish.
Luckily for John, the orgies had turned the few that had either minded or just been patient into happy to watch just because of consistent exposure. When watching was typically associated with making out with and perhaps getting their cunt rubbed by a third or third and fourth gorgeous woman in the room, the learned pleasures were engraved quite deeply.
“Nah, this is sothin’ more.” Hailey removed her tits from his head, only to replace them with sothing arguably better. Much as John loved breasts, having her whisper right into his ear was doing so much more for him. The country gal accent drove him wild. “Watchin’ our dragoness bounce up and down, up and down, just feels soooo good,” she drawled. “I can just ‘mber the ways your cock splits and… ah… that gets so wet. Oh, and I love the way she moans, and how her huge tits jiggle. Can ya fill her up for ? I wanna see her eyes roll up as ya cum inside her!”
The excited tones were too much for John to handle. Nathalia slamd down on him one last ti. Both of them quivered, orgasms in the process of unfolding. He barely held on for another second – enough ti for both won to wrap their arms around his neck and smother him in their huge breasts from both sides. He was in an ocean of light brown flesh up above and in a tight, clamping tunnel down below.
Groaning, he let go of his thin veneer of control.
Nathalia tilted her head back. Controlled, throaty moans accompanied her resurgent climax. Spurt after spurt pumped into spasming folds. Rocking back and forth against him, she extracted every last drop from him that she could get.
“Yeah… that was necessary,” John sighed, when it was over. Nathalia lifted herself off his cock. The overabundance of seed trickling from her agape cunt, she found a swift purpose for.
Hailey knelt against the wall, her head pinned between the beige stone and Nathalia’s cunt. The loud licking noises and moans of the country girl filled the room. Legs spread, she rubbed her cunt, trying to keep her physical stimulation up to par with the tingles of psychological gratification she got from lapping up his seed.
John had planned to keep it to the one release, but that went out the window at the sight. Re-entering the situation, he grabbed Nathalia firmly by the arm. “Let’s go over there,” he instructed, dragging the dragoness along. Smirking, she submitted. Nathalia could be dominant or she could be dominated, it was all the sa to her as long as it felt good.
“Ya goin’ to fill up too?” Hailey purred, following along on all fours. Dirty blonde hair swayed as she crawled towards the table. “Gonna push your girthy cock all the way inside your Hailey?”
“How could I not?” the Gar asked and pulled the power bottom up to the table. He put her on her back, laying her across the piece of furniture that was just high and broad enough that she ended up with her cunt nicely presented to John and her lips to Nathalia.
“Yeah, how could ya not?” Hailey asked, in a rare mont of smugness. She greeted Nathalia by raising her hands and putting them on the approaching dragoness’ fat ass. “Please, cum all the way inside, sugar,” she begged, before her lips were put to resuming the task of cleaning Nathalia out.
Once his cock laid on her glistening labia and mons, Hailey’s legs wrapped around his waist. The country gal’s heels urged him inside, where her voice could no longer. Angling, then pressing into her, John lingered in the sensation of imnse tightness. He had pounded those trembling folds many tis before, for hours on end at tis, in an effort to get her up to his level. Even now, he was such a snug fit that he would have been pushed out by her clenching insides, had he not kept up the pressure.
Gradually, he sank into her. As one of his taller won, the outline of his cock barely showed in her lower abdon. Regardless, he spotted his manhood advance and stop right beneath the heart-shaped core of the Lover’s Will mark. Fully inside her, he grabbed her by the waist with one hand and placed his other on top of her. The thumb of the sprawled out hand circled around her exposed clit.
Hailey gushed. She moaned loudly, muffled only by her continuous worship of Nathalia’s cunt. She rubbed against John as best she could. The country gal was an arching bridge of tanned flesh between the two of them. Pale lines cut through the light brown.
With no need to nor utility for controlling himself, John went right into a rapid back and forth. “Ahhh… goooood… giiiirrrrrl!” Nathalia cried, across the table, as Hailey redoubled her tongue’s pace in response to the pounding. Tanned breasts swayed back and forth, until the dragoness caught one of them. Fingers sank as deep into the jiggling chest as Hailey’s dug into her plush ass.
All the while, John kept fucking the blonde. His thumb flicked her sensitive button. Within a minute, the submissive was screaming, squirting all over his cock. The taste of his seed and Nathalia’s cunt on her lips crossed the wires with his superhuman sexual abilities. He was hitting all the right spots with every thrust.
Over and over again, he made her gush. Lesser won would have broken their oral service at so point. As a properly trained harette, especially as a submissive, all the ecstasy did was make Hailey more eager to lick the cunt presented to her. A little less focused, perhaps, with long lapping motions that did not deliver as well to the intricacies required to make a woman feel at the peak of enjoynt. Definitely, though, an enthusiastic service and delivered well enough to keep Nathalia cooing in delight.
John kept the pace rapid, focused only on his need to release. It only took a total of five minutes for him to get right up to the edge – and cross it.
Plunging into the depths of her cunt, almost kissing her cervix with the tip of his cock, he unloaded deep inside her. The intensity of her reaction to every spurt of the creampie made previous orgasms seem like pretend. Hailey’s spine arched as much as it could, her huge breasts sloping backwards, the skin of her stomach pulling taut.
Her legs locked behind him, John could only remain where he was, pumping wave after wave of seed into her eager womb. Every tensing of his shaft was closely followed by a spasm that started in the twitching of her folds and ended in a tremble of her shoulders. Squirting pussy juices broke against his hairless abdon, continuing a little while after he had filled her with the last spurt.
John pulled back and sighed, the release clear and present on his mind. His cum was beginning to ooze from the post-orgasmic country gal. A drop was wasted, then Nathalia had climbed onto the table and took care of it.
It took all John had not to keep fucking them. Before they could get stuck in the loop of them getting filled up and then having to be ‘cleaned out’, he decided to step out of the room for a mont and let them finish their business. An opportune ti to give his dick a wash and put on new clothes.
About five minutes later, a total of twenty minutes after he and Hailey had gone up from the beach, they were actually leaving the house.
“So, what did’ya two have planned?” Hailey asked.
“Mostly showing Nathalia off to the public,” John responded imdiately.
A smug smile spread the deep red lips of the dragoness. She neither confird nor denied that assertion, although it was not what they actually had in mind. “I wish to walk the streets of Ro. It has been a long ti since I have inspected them in detail.”
Translating from their barrier to the Eternal City was a bit of a hassle. Other harettes had taken the car, so a long walk was involved in getting from A to B. A walk that John loathed.
It was vacation month and the beachside was certainly the vacation area. The streets were busy. The unwanted kind of busy, where everyone and everything was trying to stream to so point of interest. They considered switching to the old trick of opening and closing Illusion Barriers as they walked, but that would have robbed Hailey of the opportunity to check out all the tourist traps.
The enigma engineer had not yet been exposed to travel to the sa degree as the rest of them had. She was checking everything out, from the old-tiy buildings to the various little marks left as reminders of the World Wars. It was easy to forget, with how well she had integrated and how much ti they had spent in dilation, but Hailey had only been part of his harem for about 40 days in real ti (and 60 when adding in the recent grinding session).
More importantly, she had not gotten outside her place of birth much before. Her family was of the ‘poor landowner’ variety, subsisting on agre profits from small scale farming operations, propped up by her engineering work. Did not help that she was an only child and that her parents had been rather sick.
John had changed all of that, of course. Microdosing health potions had gotten the worst side effects from years of hard labour and chain-smoking cleared from her father. More importantly, he was paying them a lump sum every month to make sure they could live comfortably even without Hailey around. To Cid’s credit, he was using his newfound vitality and money to hire farm hands and expand his business.
John knew for a fact that this wasn’t for any entrepreneurial genius. Hailey’s dad was many things and suprely average for his situation was among them. Not to say that life in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma had presented him with many opportunities, but Cid certainly hadn’t expanded beyond them either. The reason why he was trying to get his farm running properly was pure stubbornness. He did not want to be dependent on the Gar’s money.
That, in its own way, was respectable.
The important takeaway was that this was Hailey’s first ti outside the USA, coming in shortly after her first prolonged stay outside of Oklahoma. She couldn’t be faulted at all for venturing around, going from tourist trap to tourist trap, and buying a collection of new hats.
“We haven’t even gotten to our target yet and I’m already carrying three bags,” John joked.
“Sorry, hon, but you signed up for this,” Hailey told him with a huge smile. “Now, keep ’em coming.”
John sighed theatrically and reached into his pocket, pulling out another bundle of Euros. Converting currency ca at a cost, but they were long since past the point where he cared about that. He had more money than probably any god on Earth. The raw capital provided by Raids and other Instant Dungeons was, plainly, ridiculous.
Hailey bought herself another trucker hat and put it on top of her head. This one had the PX symbol stitched in gold into the white fabric. “Going to start a collection?” John asked.
“Ye,” she answered with adorably absent-minded excitent. Sothing in the environnt caught her attention and she stopped.
“What delays us now?” Nathalia asked, while John traced Hailey’s gaze to a nearby conversation between two of the shopkeepers. They were talking in rapid Italian, gesturing almost as much as stereotypes would often make people believe. That was likely due to how agitated they seed.
By this point, John was fluid in most languages encountered in major countries around the globe. It was simply a disagreent over the veracity of certain football teams. The kind of things regular n often got weirdly excited about, without actually turning violent. Hopefully.
“That’s weird…” Hailey muttered. “I kind of… get what they’re saying? I never heard anyone speak Italian before yesterday.”
“That’s the high Intelligence and Charisma doing its work,” John told her. “Your pattern recognition is so good, you can learn languages gradually just by observing people who speak it.”
“Kinda feels weird being a Primarch…”
John laughed; he was always happy to have another harette in his camp.
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