John let the Azure Tribe and the Illuminati have their advanced position. The delay with which Aclysia erged from the underground made any other strategy untenable. Importantly, he also had to catch up with her on what had transpired.
War throwing a sword into the proverbial gears was expected after what the Gar had learned earlier. That it had gobbled up all of Aclysia’s current arsenal was the odd part. Aclysia did not even pretend to not be pissed about it, scowling the entire ti she explained what had happened. The Gar felt less intensely about the weapons he had gifted her. That was just the nature of such things, gifts typically ant more to the receiver than the giver.
The new sword was longer than Tiemarath had been, double-edged, and of a greyish white that reminded John of ash-dusted snow. It was not as broad, neither was it quite as thick. In its proportions, it followed the usual outlines for a claymore. The crossguard was a straight line with an ornate centre. Steel-grey lines created the shape of an ice flower of industrial coldness. The grip was long, allowing the sword to be handled in a variety of ways.
The Fusional influences of the weapon were most visible along the spine of the blade. Where the two edges t, a prismatic line ran from guard to tip. The blade started slightly broader at the base and beca narrower over the length, before taking a mildly stronger turn at the tip to create the point.
The weapon was, in totality, a stronger version of Tiemarath, with so buffed Attributes from Salver and Eclys thrown in. That it was on the level of the other Fusional weapons could not be doubted. Indestructible 10 alone was worth incredibly much, as it ant the weapon was ACTUALLY indestructible.
‘Well, as far as conventional thods go anyway. I have access to too many exceptions to think no one else does either,’ the Gar thought. ‘The many layers of a world of magic.’ “Seems like you killed Tezcatlipoca,” he pointed out. Since there were stacks of Blood Snow on the weapon, that was the only conclusion he could reach.
“Good,” was all Aclysia said in response.
“Does that complicate things?” the Gar wanted to know from Nahua.
The Aztec woman calmly played with the thick tribal necklace. She inspected the many stones that had been layered on top of the tal wire within. “A man that dies in battle is a man that laid his life down the proper way,” she said. “Only veterans and craftsn are allowed to die old.”
“Cruel like always,” the Gar comnted.
Nahua yawned. “Whatever you say, sweetie,” she answered in a tone as sickening as high fructose corn syrup. “He ssed with you and he paid the price, it is that simple.” Green eyes assud a darker shade as she lowered her chin. “As your people say, those who live by the sword, die by the sword.”
John sighed. “That was not the part I find cruel.”
Neither of them were interested in reheating that discussion at this mont. Now within the safety of their new fort, the Gar had an obligation to tend to and that obligation was a pair of underfucked blondes.
tra had stayed with him after revealing herself and Nia was around for now. Her reasons for that were her own and he expected her to leave before long. The only unwanted newcor was Velka, who John banished into the room one over to be played with by half of the present harettes. While John was not as strictly against having sex with her around as he had been when she was a fledgeling, he certainly preferred not to risk her ruining the mood with her warbling.
Stripping out of his clothes, he gave a simple order: “Against the wall.”
“Yes, Master!” tra shouted eagerly, practically ripping her clothes off on her way. Nia just disappeared where she stood and reappeared, without her dress, with her hands on the wall and her ass pushed out.
John gave Nia the first service. The pariah had been waiting for much longer. Quiet moans and gasps were his rewards for slowly pushing into her. After a successful day like this, fucking the lithe woman from behind just felt right. That slender ass of hers still had enough at to jiggle pleasantly while he pounded her.
“Faster… harder…!” she requested with tender cries. He obliged, hamring ever rougher into her depths. Nia’s blank expression was replaced with bit lips and rolling eyes. Loud she was rarely and submissive she was not, but the vanilla approach was perfectly suitable for screwing soone’s brains out.
It ended with a clearly telegraphed acceleration and then sudden arrhythmic gap in the thrusts. Cumming deep inside the pale blonde flooded the stress out of both of their systems. John could feel it in himself and see the muscles of his beloved weirdo relax between her orgasmic spasms. When he pulled out, she slowly sank to the floor.
tra waited for him with her tongue hanging out. Tail wagging and ears standing at attention, she was the very image of a bitch in heat made attractive woman. John grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up until she was doing standing splits. She balanced on one foot and the wall, her legs almost describing a vertical line.
The pussy of the wolf woman was dripping wet, the labia swollen from arousal and teasing that he had administered with his fingers while fucking Nia. He wasted no ti to insert his cock, slick with the orgasmic juices of another woman, into the second blonde.
Sex here started intense and only got rougher. Before long, John had her fully turned around, her toned body pinned between his and the wall. Legs wrapped around his hips, she was entirely at his rcy. He rutted into her like any man would have when faced with a self-declared sex slave so eager and willing. The lovemaking went from the rapid pounding of her cunt to the whirling of their tongues.
One more plunge and he filled the greedy cunt of the set of holes. Relaxation turned into contentnt. It did not last long, but lingered in the background. Having no recovery period had the interesting effect of giving him the post-nut clarity in addition to the continued horny.
Nia and tra were in no such state. Their legs were weak, but they were more aroused now if anything. The perks of the female physique certainly had to do with that, being multi-orgasmic and all of that. The conditioning of near-daily orgies was likely more to bla, not to ntion all the table ti…
Once tra was on the floor with her fellow blonde, both leaned in to give his cock venerating licks. They did not hesitate whatsoever. A cock in front of a harette in the mood was a cock getting sucked, it was that simple.
“Mhm.” The thoroughly unerotic sound made John turn his head.
It was far from the first ti that Nahua had stayed in the room while he had his fun. It was also far from the first ti that she had stripped down during her observations. The dark-skinned, short woman lounged in a broad chair, her clothes carefully folded on the table next to her. On it laid the tablet that she usually used to read up on the various things that were beyond her old experiences.
Her hands were instead between her legs. To say that she was masturbating would have been wholly inaccurate. A nice sheen covered her skin, as if she had applied lotion to herself recently enough to give her already smooth skin that extra sparkle, and that was all the glisten her hairless womanhood had to it. There were no signs of arousal, no wetness, not even a bit of swelling.
“Curious?” John asked.
Nahua traced the shape of her slit with her finger. Unaroused as she was, she was practically just touching skin. Virginal folds were hidden by her mons. There would have been so indirect stimulation, had there been anything to receive the signal. “Just a little,” she answered in a tone too grim to fit the mood.
Passion and empathy intertwined in John’s heart. The burden Nahua had taken on had taken much from her. The inability to feel sexual pleasure must have been… John couldn’t even imagine. He had been horny from the first day of puberty, to the point where, for better and for worse, it was part of the core of who he was as a person.
It only took a mont of sharing a gaze to convince John to simply do it. He opened the window. His finger moved towards the plus button by her character sheet. There were seconds to stop him, but none of the won in the room did. One tap, two taps, three taps, that was as much as John dared before his reason cautioned him to check on the results.
Nahua inhaled. A tiny gasp, barely audible, and yet loud enough to move the world. It was the first genuinely erotic sound he heard from her. Her shiny skin darkened with a rosy tinge, as her aroused blush flooded through her system. Nipples beca just a little hard, her mons rose from the surrounding area.
“More…?” Nahua whispered, her eyes pleading in a way that had John shove his cock down tra’s throat. Two more taps and the forr asexual was halfway to average human Libido. The average human was very horny. Being halfway there for a person that had not known what physical pleasure felt like before… was a lot.
A first moan, then a second, then more. Nahua was rubbing her clit with increasing urgency. She was still relatively dry, but the urge to explore herself was real and pressing.
“Nya?” Rave peeked her head into the room. It was the best and the worst thing that could have possibly happened at that mont. The feline Lightbearer just needed one glance at the situation to give it a lewd smirk. Naked as the day she was born, she waltzed into the room. “Not like that silly,” she purred and sat down on a chair next to Nahua. “Watch .”
Rave pulled up her legs and spread them wide, her heels pressing down on the edge of the cushioning plant matter. Toes wiggled playfully in the air while she moved her left hand slowly to her shapely breasts.
“Take it slow,” Rave instructed, her voice reflecting all of the experience she had gained as a dom. Right now she was speaking softly, guiding Nahua through the new discovery. “Don’t just rub away at it, it’s just gonna get sore. Give yourself so ti.”
John would have liked to weigh in but, for all of his ntal connection shenanigans, he did not have any first-hand experiences in female masturbation. The heated mood in the room was only getting more depraved with every passing second. A gesture had Nia stand back up. The breaths and legs of the blonde were quivering in equal asure.
“Get your finger nice and wet,” Rave kept instructing. Nahua hung from her lips like a lost puppy, mimicking the motions demonstrated dreamily. Both won licked and sucked their middle fingers. Both won reached down. “Mix your saliva with your pussy juice. I’m… mhm… a lot more used to this, so I get drenched real quick,” the first of the harem moaned. “Ya gotta take it slower… make sure your finger is… really gliding along.” Rave laughed, while the pleasure hit her. “Just look at John if ya need to get turned on more.”
“By the gods,” Nahua sighed, as she did just that.
John had put Nia on top of a nearby table and was fucking her in plain old missionary. His eyes belonged to her foremost. Always, John had the principle that his primary attention belonged to whichever woman he was with at the ti. Nia’s breasts swayed under the constant thrusts. While he fucked her, he also scratched tra behind the ears, the wolf-eared sex slave obediently kneeling next to them. Third his attention belonged to Rave because, as gorgeous as Nahua was, Rave was his woman and that elevated her above anything novel.
When his eyes did et Nahua’s again, she inhaled sharply. He was hungry, unsated, and he knew his eyes spelled that out. The back of the short Aztec woman curved off her chair.
Rave did not miss a beat. Her rhythm was deliberately slow, trying not to finish herself off before Nahua ca. “That’s right, tiger is hot and that gets us hot,” she moaned. “Move that finger to the top. Find your clit.”
“Yes,” Nahua whispered obediently, her sweet voice completely consud by lust. Her womanhood was now swollen, the wetness plainly visible. Pussy lips peeked out a darker colour between her mons. As her finger moved, John caught a glimpse of the bright pink insides. “Oh!” Nahua moaned sharply, her tongue stretching out for a mont. “It’sh like I’m eahting sothing delicioush but all over,” she slurred.
“That’s right,” Rave purred, leaning over a little to speak a little quieter, a little more sensual. “Don’t eat too fast. Massage your clit, don’t just rub it raw. Up and down… little circles…” Rave demonstrated slowly, edging herself still, while Nahua mimicked impatiently, her limited Libido making her build-up slow. “Just like that. Just keep going.”
“Yes…” Nahua sounded delectable sheepish. Her eyes drifted between her own body, to that of Rave, then lingered again on John and his threeso. tra was now on top of Nia on the table. His cock was gliding back and forth between them. He was joining Rave in the edging ga, using the mark and the usual expertise to keep both blondes close while getting himself ready.
Nahua gasped. Nahua moaned. Nahua cried. Nahua shouted. Nahua scread. Her fingers moved ever faster, her body getting ever more spasmic. She had to work hard for that orgasm, the lack of sensitivity still apparent to John – to her it was as much as she could handle at the mont.
“I’m… cumming!” Nahua announced.
The entire room went into a final spurt. Depraved noises filled the chamber, as fingers sped up. John was still fucking Nia. He put tra into a chokehold while fingering her gaping cunt. The sight made Nahua drool. Rave was just as enthralled.
All as one, they ca. The room was filled with one more cascade of lustful vocalizations, before suddenly all such sounds petered out. Laboured breathing took their place.
John experienced that short mont of clarity. ‘Maybe that was not smart…’ It was imdiately followed by. ‘Alas, the damage is done, might as well put her to the human average?’ The question was floated in the ntal network to Nahua, who t it with eager, passionate agreent. She sat up, her post-orgasm done long before the others, and stared with a mixture of sweet and sharp that, dangerously, reminded John of Eliana in her hornier monts.
His finger moved back towards her window.
“BABABABABA!” Momo turned the corner into the room, rushing straight for him. “What are you doing, Master?” she demanded to know, already holding his arm so he couldn’t finish what he started. “Bad Master! Bad!”
‘Can’t help but notice you chose to stop physically,’ the Gar comnted through a closed channel in the ntal network.
‘She deserves sothing,’ Momo answered. ‘Let’s not overdo it! I was addicted to kisses for a month after you pushed up to 25.’
‘As if that changed,’ the Gar joked to himself, while letting her pull away his arm. The window closed on its own a mont later. Slightly clearer of head, he turned to Nahua. “Sorry, that was… a mont of passion thing. We should leave it there.”
A thunderous darkness hushed over Nahua’s features. She chased it away by shaking her head. “Yes… yes, we should,” she muttered, her enthusiasm collapsing in on itself as the newfound passion left the wrinkles of her brain and calr thoughts prevailed. “I shouldn’t feed the five…” she said even quieter, then took a deep breath. “You have given yet another boon, mont of passion or not. I never thought that… being able to feel this is….” She shook her head again. “I cannot put it into words yet. I will have to ditate on it, but… thankies?”
The sudden shift in her tone towards the cutesy voice made John laugh. “Do with it as you will. I cannot take it away from you.”
“And don’t hesitate to ask if you’re wondering how to cope with it – specifically ,” Momo added. “ or Gno, everyone else is a total perv that cannot give normal woman advice.”
“I could,” Nia suggested.
“Nia, you’d sooner give her a headache because you’re talking about blue queens or whatever. Plus, Gno and I at least know what it’s like to go from no Libido to having it,” Momo laid it out. “Now, if everyone’s gotten it out of their system, can we have a strategy eting?”
That was the logical next step.
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