John erged back in the central clearing on his own. He did not wait for Siena to free everyone else. What did he have an assistant for if not to keep indulging himself as swiftly as possible? If there was any day to be truly selfish about the way he conducted himself as Master, it was this day.
‘Then again, not like I have it in to actually just use them like disposable cocksleeves,’ the Gar thought. “Lydia, Nia, Gno, Undine, Nightingale, you five are next. Get up.”
“”Yes, Master,”” they responded in unison. Unlike the four girls he had left behind, they were still focused enough to remain in sync. Focused, but not unaffected. They rose from the pillows, revealing the state of their lower halves. John pointed them in a direction and watched them follow his unspoken order with swaying hips. Sighs on their lips, they walked, the pearls teasing their sensitive parts.
‘Colour coordinated,’ John thought, getting a nice view of the rears of the five girls and the butt plugs between their cheeks. Each of the toys was tipped by a false gemstone matching the woman’s primary colour. Undine had chosen her human form for this event, to not spoil that surprise. Admittedly, the human goth looked a lot better in the black harness than the sli goth. She had kept both the antlers and the dark swirls over her right side, retaining her monster side despite the pale skin.
John whistled to get the girls attention once they had advanced to the point in the false forest that he wanted them at. An entanglent of vines and branches overhead broke the soft orange light into a myriad of specks. Combined, the illumination created a gentle twilight.
“You’ve really outdone yourself with the design of this place,” John complinted, taking in just how perfect every plant was for the purpose of anchoring ropes and other tools to them. The self-declared sex slaves allowed themselves a pleased smile, so a little broader than others, none of them exceeding what was ‘proper’ for the role they played tonight.
Losing no further ti, his cock ached to be back inside one of them, John took his harettes by the shoulders and manoeuvred them into his desired positions along the clearing. Then, he took the rope the won had brought with them. It wasn’t enough and so he soon pulled more out of the Sex Dungeon inventory. Siena joined him, her skilled hands helping to accelerate the process.
The batch of his harettes he worked with was largely ambivalent to bondage. They had no particular love for restrictions, nor were they inherently against them for the kinky play. Since it was a net zero, John usually did not bother with it for them. Considering the setting of the day, he decided to tangle them up, if only to indulge himself.
The bindings were, by his standards, still rather basic. Lydia had her wrists tied behind her back, connected to the vines by rope, and her ankles to each other, leaving her in a bent over position that left both her upper and lower entrances on level with John’s crotch. Nia’s slender body was secured in a comfortable position on a bed of moss, legs raised and spread, wrists tied behind her back. Nightingale had been a challenge, but he had managed to tie her open wings to a tree in a harmless way, putting her on display like a figurehead of a ship, kneeling. Gno simply knelt on the ground, ankles and wrists all tied together keeping her seated at the edge of the clearing. Undine, lastly, he had tied up right above Nightingale, her legs straight and spread in a V-shape.
John beheld the little garden of sin around him, before giving in to the urge that had been building while he tied them all up. Descending on Nia first, he pressed his lips on those of the pariah, while his cock sank into her.
The single, blue eye of the blonde was already glassy with desire. Her cunt gripped him with plain human tightness. John still loved plain human with all of his heart and instincts. They moaned in muffled unison, as he spread her walls around his girthy mber. Nia was a fit yet lithe woman, and her insides reflected that. The deeper he pushed into her, the more her tightness offered resistance.
Racing breaths and swirling tongue left no doubt that the resistance was purely physical in nature. Had her legs not been bound, the blonde would have wrapped them around his waist already. Her hands would have road all over his chest. That was how it was every other day. Today, she was completely at his rcy.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” John groaned, as if that was a revelation and as if he hadn’t been inside her just that morning. Nia’s pale pink lips slowly spread into a lewd smile. “That’s a good expression,” he told her, brushing back a bit of hair that covered her blue eye. He stared into that pool of vice and virtue, watching as the pleasure mounted.
Nia’s body may have been purely human in the physical sense, but her senses as a blank were sharp. Being in contact with him, a being of magic, stimulated her in the sa way the sense of touch could beco sexual in the right circumstances and in the right mood. No, it was so much more intense than that.
Just him being inside her was rapidly driving her closer and closer to orgasm. John considered denying her, but he hadn’t reached the echelon of his submissives yet. He wouldn’t make her skirt the edge – instead, he would let her bask in all the pleasure she could feel.
Hooking a finger under her collar, John pulled Nia forwards. She weighed so little, thin thing that she was, and her ass remained firmly seated on the cushion of moss atop the curving tree. While he began to please her with short, constant thrusts, his right hand reached behind her back. Index and middle finger brushed down the path of her spine, down to her lower back, where all the thin silver lines that covered her back unified.
Nia clenched her teeth. Her cunt gripped him so intensely that her pretty pink outer folds were visible past her mons when he pulled out. Only for a mont, though, then the sticky grip beca too loose to be maintained – or he was already pumping back into her.
“Cum.” The order ca just as Nia was over the edge anyhow. It affected not just her, but everyone else in hearing range – which happened to be the entire harem. From the first batch, still cock drunk from earlier, over the harettes still awaiting their first order, to those present at the mont, all of his sex slaves simultaneously cried out in orgasm.
Nia was the quietest of them all. While the others moaned and shouted at varying degrees of volu, the pariah was spasming in near total silence. Ropes rustled, moss shifted, an occasional groan left her throat, but by and large the blonde was without sound.
The face she made, however, was one of internal screams. Half-lidded, her eye stared up at John with raw desire for more. Her clenched teeth were surrounded by an animalistic smile. Her dium breasts swayed, fair and firm, frad by black leather and humble steel rings.
The overlap of orgasmic impulses made her gush and squirt. Ropes kept her squirming in check, as did the finger still pulling at the collar. She looked so absolutely gorgeous, this unfathomably scary woman, made his personal relief service for the night.
John hamred into her at a constant pace. He was not moving fast or slow, he was just continuing on to use her in a way that let both of them get the most out of this. He did not want to cum too soon, he wanted to keep studying her thoroughly fucked expression for as long as possible.
It was monotonous, in and out, just staring into Nia’s eye as she stared back, both of them utterly taken by the rhythm of passion. Who cared if it was monotonous, if the one note being played was one of such deep-seated beauty?
All songs eventually ca to an end, however, and so did John’s stamina. A simple rise gave way to the mont of release. He hurried, then he stopped, fully sheathed inside her. He ca. His cock tensed. His seed rushed up. Nia tilted her head back as much as she could and let out a rumbling, satisfied groan.
Ragged breaths accompanied each spurt of cum into her depths. Were they his or hers? Perhaps they belonged to the audience of their lovemaking? Did not matter, he was continuing to fill her up all the sa. He ca, until a satisfied sigh left his lungs and his balls tightened for one last ti.
Nia remained in the embrace of her afterglow. He kissed her cheek, before pulling out. “Good girl,” he whispered, getting a little cute smile to appear on Nia’s elegant face, before he turned away from her.
Lydia was his next target. The royal sex slave awaited him with an open mouth. She let out a low, rumbling hum, as John slowly stuffed her throat. Lydia’s eyes were a light blue, as she stared up at him. Little bits of tears ford in the corners of her eyes, but were quickly blinked away. His harettes and Lydia especially were far beyond the stage where their instincts put up a struggle.
Soon, the queen’s nose pressed against his skin. Her perfect, red lips ford a tight seal around the base of his shaft. John reached down and gripped the back of the pearl-string where it was attached to the harness. A tug pulled the smooth toy up through Lydia’s outer folds. A consequent relaxation of his hand let the pearls slide back down.
Lydia’s throat vibrated with ecstatic moans. They were weak, almost withheld at first, but John had long since learned how to coax screams out of the sovereign. Barely standing on her own two feet, bent forwards and dangling by her bound arms as she was, Lydia was entirely at his rcy. She couldn’t pull back, only let her throat be stretched around his cock for as long as he desired. His hands played with the string and kneaded her round ass.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” John groaned and pulled out of her mouth, long before asphyxiation started to set in. She was entirely at his rcy, yes, and that control ant it was still his responsibility to stay clear of her boundaries.
“Thank you, Master,” Lydia purred, then kept her mouth wide open to receive him again. An offer he swiftly took, his every fibre too eager to fuck the face of this woman. A queen – an actual queen, of a great power no less – calling him Master and sucking his cock like it was a divine idol, all of that was just too good to be hesitant about.
“You’re such a sensitive, gorgeous woman,” John stated, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her tongue pressed up against his length, massaging the precum out of his shaft. She moaned when she tasted it. She moaned when he thrust back inside her. Lydia had been blessed with an orgasmic throat. It was rare, but it did happen. For soone of (mostly) human biology, the queen certainly was a freak when it ca to what holes she liked stuffed.
His cock popped out of her mouth just after a climax began to tremble through her restricted curves. Gasping and crying, in the most wonderful, high-pitched tone, Lydia hung in the ropes. Leisurely circling around her, John stopped behind her raised derriere. The way her arms and legs were tied emphasized the roundness of her butt so wonderfully. He gave it a firm smack and watched that bubble butt ripple.
John still rembered the transformation she had gone through. She had never been anything short of beautiful, but her butt, her breasts, her flawless figure, they had all finalized only after a ditative exercise that he had sponsored with tal and ti – not to ntion the ability to raise her level past her natural ceiling anyhow. To know that she got to be as powerful and gorgeous as she was these days because of him did please him imnsely.
Not that she owed him for it. They were even, as far as he was concerned. How could he think of his second fiancée as anything besides his equal? Different, certainly, but equal.
With an effortless pull, he removed the butt plug from Lydia’s favourite hole and replaced it with the tip of his cock. Lydia, even in the situation she was in, even with the post-orgasmic shivers, pushed back against him. Easefully, he slipped inside. His girth widened the already stretched sphincter further. Tightness and heat greeted him inside. The muscles surrounding her asshole clenched around his cock.
The sensation of filling out her backdoor, just like the sight of his cock sinking into her ass, was just as wonderful as fucking her or anyone else’s pussy. Different, certainly, but equal.
There was so much more to this than the physical, though. She was Lydia, queen, and he was making her groan like a wanton whore with every centitre of cock he stuffed inside her. She was Lydia, his Lydia, and she was moaning like an utter pervert with every thrust with which he drove his manhood into her. She was Lydia, his second betrothed, and she was screaming like she always scread when he was pounding her ass hard enough to make her cheeks and thighs ripple.
A sharp smack layered between the clapping sounds of the hard fucking. “MASTER!” Lydia exclaid and John could not help but laugh. She was borrowing habits from the maids, the genius minx.
John kept on pounding her tight asshole relentlessly. When it ca to fucking her, Lydia liked it rough and hard. That she did not much like her hair pulled or anything else truly masochistic was a loss, but John would not complain. The entire world at this point knew that he was making the monarch of Germany scream her lungs out, that he was fucking her ass, mouth, and pussy practically every day.
What would they think if they knew that she even agreed to be his personal property for a night? A sex slave fully clad in fetish gear and strung up with ropes? Admittedly, the answer to that fanned the flas of his passion.
Overpowering all of that was another scream by his second fiancée. Every orgasm his beloved Lydia experienced was a rush to him. Her spasms, her fluids dripping from her cunt, her screams, her body flushed with lust and radiating heat, all of it was pure wonder. Her position and how much better she looked now than she had, neither of that mattered as much as the pure satisfaction he felt at making soone he loved feel that good.
Accelerating further, the sound of their eting sexes soon competed even with her screams. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! The sound constantly echoed between the trees. “YES! YES! YES! MASTEEEEEER!” The screams interwove with them.
SMACK! Another spank mixed in, leaving a softly red imprint on Lydia’s pleasantly tanned behind. It was the last creative act John had energy for. His pace accelerated to a feverish finale. Wordlessly, Lydia begged for his seed. He gave her all she moaned for.
Driving his cock deep inside her, John stopped. His balls tightened. His groin pressed against her pliable ass. His cum spurted into her backdoor. Her pussy juice squirted, running down both of their legs. Smooth skin and latex thigh-highs were equally covered in the dripping fluids.
John squeezed the swing of her waist. Each spurt made his muscles tense for a split second. His spasms paled in comparison to Lydia’s. She swayed as much as the rope and his hands let her. The vines and branches above creaked under the force of her ecstatic jitters. By the ti John pulled out, she had halfway cald.
“Good girl.” A hand trailed down and then up her bent back. He exchanged one last glance with her, a tender and loving one, before marching over to Gno.
The brunette suppressed an ‘Eeep’ when he marched towards her. It was adorable that he could hear it despite not having been uttered. Ever the voyeur, the earth spirit probably had anticipated that he would keep her for last in this batch. She wasn’t completely wrong either.
Wordlessly, John gripped the kneeling woman and tossed her over his shoulder. Arms and legs were practically joined behind her ass, which did happen to be the best way to tie soone up to carry them like this. Wetness marked his left shoulder. Just for the hell of it, he gave Gno’s butt a smack as he carried her over to Nightingale and Undine.
He put her back down right next to the bound harpy. A nice and close view, for what he was about to do.
Undine’s lips tasted of dark cherry. An intoxicating aroma, deep and sweet, matching her dark and pale appearance wonderfully. Passionate mashing of lips accompanied him pushing into her. Past her mons, her cunt spread open to let him slide in effortlessly, before clamping back down. Walls of animated, gelatinous sli cleaned his cock swiftly. Bumps and tendrils massaged his length. They were every bit as sensitive as the tongue John was wrestling with and the tit he was squeezing.
Knowing that he delighted in nothing more than her pleasure, Undine was shifting around her erogenous zones as he caressed her. There was not an inch of her skin that did not cause her to moan when touched – not while his hand lingered there. He trailed the swirls of her black marks up to the side of her face.
“What do you want, Undine?” John asked in a low voice, a re centitre removed from her lips.
“It is improper for a sex slave to want anything besides being of use, Master,” the sli lady responded, her lodic voice reduced to a gentle whisper. “Do with as you please. That is my desire.”
“Good girl,” John spoke the two magical words, kissed her on the forehead, and followed them up with the three even more important ones: “I love you.”
Undine smiled like a blooming flower in spring, then gasped like the nymphomaniac she was when he began to pull out of her. There was a revelation in that moan, that she really had her own desire. Then again, what she wanted and what he wanted were one and the sa, so how much of a lie had it really been?
John plunged back into her. One large breast swayed, while he was pumping in and out of her cunt. Pleasing a woman was a simultaneously complicated and simple affair, whether she was made out of sli or not. For all the different buttons she had and that she could make for herself, there was still so much to read about what her unconsciousness wanted from him. A squeeze of her hip, a lick of her nipple, a rubbing of her clit, a grip of her antlers followed by biting her neck. All of that aiming to supplent the simplicity that was finding that one angle that REALLY worked and then maintaining a consistent pace and intensity.
The result was as inevitable as it was wonderful. Between intricate administrations of loving touch and deep penetrations, the sli proverbially lted. A gooey smile on her lips, her head rolled as pleasure turned her body limp. Her hips dangled, then bucked up. John withdrew from the snug grip of her wiggling folds. His cock, freshly coated in the water spirit’s juices, was angled downwards.
Nightingale’s breath brushed over his cock long before he approached her black lips. The deep, deep purple hair of the harpy frad her gorgeous face and partly stuck to it. It wasn’t just the sweat of excitent that made her sticky. Undine’s love juices had dripped onto the face of the submissive. What she could, the pretty songstress had licked off with her dexterous tongue. The sa tongue that was now extending towards his cock.
“Good girl, always eager to please,” John said and cupped her chin. Her tongue continued to coil around his cock. He pulled her face up a bit. Drops of Undine’s love juices fell even now onto her ladylike features. The goddess of the night turned into a comfort hole for him. A splendid thought and a splendid sight. To watch the pussy-like folds at the back of her mouth twitch was practically a ritual at this point. It just did not stop enticing him.
He would have played and teased her more, but he had a long night ahead of him. One body for over twenty won made for a tight titable. Of course, that was a self-imposed restriction, but they were so patient and submissive tonight that leaving them waiting also added to his enjoynt.
‘What a precarious balance,’ John thought, amused, to himself, as he pushed into Nightingale’s mouth. The harpy opened her mouth wide, then wider, accommodating his manhood and letting her tongue continue to caress his testicles. He overca a bit of resistance at the back of her throat, where the tightness of harpy biology began. Her neck bulged, as his cock pushed down her oral folds.
Purple eyes stared up at him, all hazy and euphoric. They swiftly rolled up when he gripped her head with both hands and fucked her face like he had Undine’s cunt. There was little difference, for Nightingale. Her mouth was every bit as sensitive.
GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!
The sounds of a thorough face fucking filled the air. Love juices sputtered from her lips, overflowing and dripping from her tongue. “Fuck, isn’t she gorgeous?” John asked, slowing to a softer pace to let Nightingale breathe – and to keep her on the edge. “Gno?”
The earth spirit remained frozen in passionate observance for a few seconds, before she registered the question. “Uhm, uh, uh, yes? Yes! Very gorgeous!” she managed to stamr.
“Go into more detail,” John ordered her, slowly accelerating again.
Gno audibly gulped. “S-she’s just… so sexy when she t-takes your cock aaaaall the way iiiiiinnnnn…” The brunette stretched her words in tandem with his teasing thrusts. Dreamily, she continued, “Mother Earth, I would finger my pussy raw right now if I could… You’re keeping her right at the edge of orgasm and… I love the way I can see your girthy cock stretch her throat… Oh, she’s taking it so nicely. Watching you ss her up, it just makes -“ Gno stopped and blushed crimson. Staring up at John’s grin, she realized that she had been rambling. It was too late to take any of it back though.
“Cum,” John finished the sentence for her.
The eyes and mouth of the voyeur opened wide. The order crackled through her body just as John plunged into Nightingale with one more thrust, pushing her over the edge. Harpy and season elental were unified in their writhing, unified in their submission and in being tangled in rope. They were unified in moaning too, once John managed to pull out of the gripping folds of Nightingale’s throat.
Undine scread a crystal clear note when he plunged right back into her. Utterly self-indulgent, John slouched forwards and buried his face in her deep cleavage. He pressed her large tits against the sides of his face and motorboated those pale breasts. The goth sli allowed herself a set of laughs, before her role of the night and the pleasure of his cock pounding her swollen cunt took over again.
Either to entertain him or to differentiate herself so more, probably both, the insides of the liquid woman morphed into a similar state as her throat had been in during the Divided Gates eting. Tendrils writhed around his cock in an utterly alien fashion. It was weird, but it was also tight, hot, and slippery, and John was far too used to weird to care about it. He was sticking his dick into one of his girls and that it felt good was all that mattered.
Undine was soon gushing again, the signal for John to pull out of her tentacle-lined cunt. He was right back to fucking Nightingale’s throat. An entire species evolved for oral favours and Nightingale was certainly the greatest of them all. Even tied up and while having her head clutched by two hands, she managed to wiggle and twist her head to keep adding to the service.
John was fucking her hard and fast and he deliberately raced to the finish line. He accelerated, put all of his lust into every thrust, until he could no longer go on and the harpy’s throat proved too much. He pushed up against her lips. His cock tensed, sen pumped down her gullet, and Nightingale’s eyes rolled up.
The service of her tongue ended, as euphoria made the muscle go limp. It dangled from her chin, dripping sticky love juices, while her entire body rose and fell with each spurt of sen filling her stomach. It wasn’t just the magic imbued in his cum that made her react that way, harpies were just built different. Granted, that she had been serving under his table for hours on end might also have built so habits.
A wet squelching sound accompanied his almost forceful removal from her throat. He imdiately was inside Undine again and wildly hamred away at her pussy. “O-o-o-oo-o-o-oo-oh, ye-e-e-e-e-e-e-eesssssss!“ the usually so eloquent sli lady scread. The pace was making her tits jiggle up and down, with no ti to ever rest.
John did not know whether it took seconds or minutes for him to cum again, he just raced towards the orgasm. All he knew for certain was that Nightingale was lavishing his balls with wet kisses while they tensed and pumped spurt after spurt into Undine’s writhing cunt. The tendrils squeezed and massaged, wringing every drop out of him.
It could only have been instinct. The mind behind the tentacles was busy squirting, soiling John’s crotch and Nightingale’s hair with clear love fluids. John was clawing at her plump thighs, as he ca and ca. Then, suddenly, he was done and his animalistic desire found another target.
Gno just had a single word to offer when she was pushed onto her back: “Yes!”
John ripped open the knot keeping the brunette’s limbs together. It was only a second after that, that her limbs were wrapped around him and their tongues intertwined. There was no need to look, his cock plunged into her tight cunt without issue. Her insides were oddly smooth and firm, and so wet that neither factor mattered at all.
“Master! Master! Master! Master! MASTEEEER!“ Gno ca for the first ti after five thrusts. Her legs gripped his hips tightly, while he pressed her into the ground. The mating was rough and loud. The intensity of his thrusts lifted her ass off the ground when he pulled back and drove her into the grass when he hamred back in.
“CUM!” he yelled and everyone in the room obeyed. Near and far, the climaxes of the sex slaves filled the room. “Listen to them,” he hissed, aggressively, into Gno’s ear. “Does that turn you on?”
“YEEESSSSSS!” Gno yelled, squirting all over his cock. The pace only went faster. He was absolutely driving the unbound sex slave into the floor, hamring her balanced curves with all he had. His lungs expanded and contracted, barely keeping up with the demand of his muscles. He felt laden and light simultaneously.
They were one. In lust and delight, they were one. In listening to the orgasms of the others, they were one. Soon enough, in their own ecstasy, in their own climax, they beca one.
John ca mid withdrawal. The first spurt was pumped into the entrance of her cunt. Almost panicking, he plunged back into her. All of his instincts demanded that he ca as close to her womb as possible. That it wouldn’t have mattered with her, yet, did not matter. Only satisfaction did. A mutual satisfaction, as wordless exclamations and digging heels proved. Her spine arched. Her dium breasts squished against his pectorals. Her hands brushed through his short hair. Pussy juice kept on exploding from her tight pussy. He kept on painting her insides white.
“Good… girl…” John’s voice hitched for a mont and he needed to swallow to get his breathing halfway under control. The pounding of his heart and the pressure on his lungs remained for a few seconds after he pulled out, then rapidly normalized. ‘Gaia, thank you for Gar’s Body,’ he thought and looked around the clearing. “Siena?”
“Yes, Master?” the shadow spirit appeared from the nearby treeline. She looked more dishevelled than the last ti he had seen her, but that was no wonder, with Rave, Sylph, and Nathalia on the loose.
“Untie these ones as well. They can join you.”
“Most gracious.” Siena bowed.
John waved, as if he was actually performing so good deed and not actually doing the common courtesy of letting the less submissive half of his harem have their fun with each other, after he had utilized the roleplay. Not that he did not plan to string so of them up again, after they got a chance to stretch and have sapphic fun.
The denial of freedom was for the other two groups.
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