‘I’m starting to wonder if there’s sothing in the food.’
John was balls deep inside Gno’s backdoor one mont, halfway out the next, and back inside her within the sa second. The motion repeated. Each ti, the ass of the brunette rippled. She was a ‘plain’ one among his harettes, which only ant she had comparatively simple curves and an aesthetic, if unremarkable, facial structure. As the earth spirit took the form of a Korean woman in her most nubile years, she was nevertheless incredibly attractive.
Especially when she was this horny.
A swat to the balanced behind made the brunette squeal. The sound was muffled, her lips pressed against the pussy of Nia. The pariah panted, moaned, sounds of undiluted emotions that the woman usually struggled to produce. Lust flowed from her lips more naturally than any other emotion. “More!” Nia pleaded, her usually so even voice high-pitched with building need. “Just… a little… mo--- Yeeeeesssssssss!”
Nia threw her head back, half laughing, half screaming, while the shudders of her orgasm made her tremble. Gno lapped up her pussy juice before it could join the other fluids on the table. Nia was far from the first woman that sat on it and Gno was far from the last that would bend over it today.
The living room they were in was smaller than their apartnt. Every piece of furniture was bolted down, in case there was a sudden stop to the vehicle. They were on the upper floor of their travel bus. The dinsionally compressed compartnt was huge by every travel standard, but small for a harem of nearly thirty. They made it work by sticking close together. Body heat ward the chamber to near sumrly temperatures.
A piece of fruit entered John’s field of vision. He grabbed it with his teeth, then tilted his head back to devour it with an animalistic snap. Aclysia giggled wantonly, holding his right arm. It was only half an embrace. His hand had to keep hold of Gno’s waist. Aclysia had to keep grabbing pieces of fruit. A rhythm she shared with the maid on the other arm,
“Say, ‘Aaaaahhhh,’ Master,” Momo spoke sweetly. The flat-chested maid was as naked as everyone else in the room. Her pale face was marked by a light blush, adding a shade of pink to her cheeks. The bright, artificial colour of her lips was spread in a pleased smile.
“Aaaahhh,” John obliged her, opening his mouth wide. A happy giggle accompanied the placing of another piece of fruit on his tongue. Momo traced the shape of his biceps with her fingers, playing with his smooth skin as if she had never seen sothing as bewitching in her whole life.
John continued to pound Gno hard. The brunette was beyond sha. Her sphincter clenched around his cock on every thrust. Pussy juices squirted wildly from her pussy, adding to the depraved atmosphere of the room with every pitter-patter of the falling drops on the smooth floor.
Mouth filled with the sweet taste of apples and berries, body filled with the sweet song of pleasure, John approached the finishing line. He hamred faster into Gno, causing the typically shy woman to stop licking Nia’s cunt and instead shout, “Yes! John, harder, harder, fuck and fill up! JOOOOHN!”
A final thrust was all he could take. Sen pumped into the depths of Gno’s backdoor. Every spurt was a liberation. Every moan of the spasming woman was an achievent. John basked in the sensation for as long as they lasted, then pulled out. Gno’s asshole was left twitching, cum leaking for the gaping entrance.
Momo had his cock wrapped in a stead towel within two seconds. The soft and warm fabric was pressed tightly against his still erect manhood. The support bit her lower lip while pumping his shaft. Cleaning and masturbating him simultaneously ca naturally to her. “A proper maid,” Aclysia humd.
“Yeah, yeah,” Momo responded, transfixed still by his dick. She made sure every centitre of his manhood was clean, then handed the towel to Aclysia. It was her inventory that served as the laundry bin for these. “Who do you want to fuck next, Master?” Momo asked, swiftly returning to stroking his cock. Pleasant as the soft towel had been, her velvety touch was so much better. She paid particular attention to the head, spreading fresh precum over the length of his erection.
“Do you want to be next?” he asked her sincerely.
Momo pressed her flat chest against his upper arm. A lack of squish in the upper departnt was more than made up for by the plump thighs that squeezed his hand between them. “I feel most fulfilled watching right now, Master,” she swooned right into his ear. His cock throbbed in her grasp, making her giggle again.
John let the first na that ca to mind cross his lips. “Sylph.”
“Oy, fuck bunny!” Momo shouted into the room.
“Yes? Am I next? Do tell I am next!” the bunny-eared air spirit babbled, her head rising from a small mound of writhing female bodies. “Oh, I see that gaze, I am indeed next! Woo-hoooo! Dickory for Sylph!” She zapped on over, landing next to the table and taking Gno’s place as soon as the season elental had found the power to shuffle aside. “Whatever hole you wa---AH!”
John was too horny to even let the palavering greenette finish her swift sentence. His cock slamd to the hilt into her drenched pussy, causing the storm inside to stir. Hard and fast thrusts were t by a vortex of clenching folds and tantalizing electricity.
“Oooooh, yesssshhhhh!” Sylph scread, then fell silent as the first of many orgasms crashed down on her mind. Nia put her hands behind the long ears of the volt bunny, scratching the base while pulling the mouth of the hypersexual woman towards her pussy. The petite air spirit’s feet barely failed to touch the ground, leaving her completely stuck between the cunt she loved eating out and the cock she loved slamming into her.
“More, Master?” Aclysia asked, presenting John with another berry. This ti, it was enveloped in a thin layer of chocolate.
“At this point I have to ask – are you putting sothing in the food?” John’s voice competed with the smacking of his hips against Sylph’s rear, a tiny and yet round thing, not unlike the apples that Aclysia had been feeding him actively the past three days.
“Of course not,” Aclysia scoffed, offended by the suggestion. “I have no need to add anything artificial to your food, Master. I have given Delicia extensive data on your reactions to food items and we have designed a al plan in preparation of the Nympholympics that will raise your Libido to its most potent.”
John could not even pretend to be shocked. Aclysia ‘controlling’ his mood through his nutrition had been a long since established factor. “What kind of foods make horny?”
“Among the typically recomnded foods to increase libido, dark chocolate and red at have been observed to be most successful with you.” Aclysia pressed the chocolate-wrapped berry against his lips as she spoke and he ate it swiftly. “Apples also have a reliable effect, although I have co to believe they are less libido boosting than energy providing.”
“So that’s why I always get a slice of apple pie before I have a stacked day at the office?”
“Affirmative.” Aclysia gestured to his other side, where Momo was offering him another slice of apple. He devoured it, then gave Sylph a nice smack to her shapely little ass. A short-lived shout echoed through the room, then the green-haired woman was back to licking Nia’s pussy.
“So those were the typical ones, any odd foods that make more lustful?” the Gar continued on the topic.
“Peas.”
“…Peas?” The Gar almost stopped in his pounding for a mont. Alas, the rhythmic thrusting of his hips was so deeply ingrained in his muscle mory that it continued despite his confusion. “Really?”
“The workings of the human body are mysterious.” Aclysia let out a sigh. “I have simply observed this to be the case.”
John was not going to question the head maid in her area of expertise. Instead, he finished up with Sylph. Once the bunny had her pussy filled with fresh cum, she and Nia engaged in good old 69 on the table. John decided to put his butt down on the couch and let Aclysia have her turn riding him. For once, she elected to do so while facing him.
Three-way kisses between him, her and Momo continued for so long that John had to stop when he felt lightheaded. Leaning against the smooth backrest of the couch, he smiled at the bouncing, black-horned maid. The pale blue jewel embedded above her dium breasts glittered as she moved up and down. The side tresses of her bangs frad her face, while the ponytail behind her swayed.
John beheld her beauty for another mont, before checking on the rest of the room. Largely, the erotic energy had been discharged, leading the various harettes in the room to instead play cards, read books, or engage in competitive Mario Party. All of this nude and uncaring about the ongoing threeso.
“More food, Master?” Momo purred and lovingly offered another bite to him.
“What the fuck is going on here?” tra asked.
The blonde had just entered through the door that connected the upper layers to the driver’s cabin. Beatrice had taken over the shift at the wheel. A likely not too long shift, as they were rapidly approaching the location of Horny Village. The bus had been pre-parked in Salt Lake City, to where they had travelled by plane. From there it was just a few hours north.
“What hypnotic brainwashing did you smack on her this ti?” tra asked, gesturing at the extrely cuddly fairy.
Momo rolled her eyes. “I’m not hypnotized, t.”
The First of Wrath stared at John to verify that fact. “She’s not,” John confird. “Momo is just in a lovey-dovey mood.”
“Urgh, don’t put it like that.” The fairy’s complaints were followed imdiately by a kiss on his cheek. “I do love you though.”
“…Wow…” tra let out a half-disgusted, half-playful sound. “Did he fuck the brattiness out of you while I was gone?”
“No! Listen to ! Use those big wolf ears for sothing useful!” Momo spread her legs to display her decisively unfucked holes. “Stop acting like I never, ever act nice to him!”
“It’s just so fun to tease you for it though,” tra circled around the table, to take the spot that Aclysia had left vacant, now that she was seated on his lap.
The head maid’s bouncing had been replaced with a tender and slow rolling of her hips. She did not want to obstruct the conversation too much. More importantly, John reckoned, she did not want him to cum too quickly.
“Maybe I am being a bit harsh on him most of the ti,” Momo relented and put yet another kiss on his cheek. “What do you think, Master?”
“I love you just the way you are,” he responded sincerely. “Whether you criticize with good reason or give shit just so we can banter, I love you all the sa. When you are nice to , when you are truthful with , when you tell what I need to hear, when you tell what I want to hear, you are my Momo all the sa.”
“Man, what was I thinking ever leaving you?” she said, earning herself a squeeze by the arm she cuddled.
“Valid things,” he assured her.
“Yeah… I’m happy I did it… but I’m even happier I ca back… Really can’t have the pleasant resolution without the second act lowpoint, huh?”
“Life is ups and downs,” John agreed and leaned in for another kiss.
Their lips were just about to touch when the phone near them buzzed. John glared at it hatefully. Sure, he had like fifteen kisses before, but he wanted this one too! tra allowed him to have it by answering the call for him.
“Emrik, bastard, what are you calling for?” the First of Wrath greeted in her usual tone. To John, it was just the voice of a tomboy, but to Emrik it probably was terrifying. tra was so easy-going that her particular pitch looped right back around to feeling deceptive to the paranoid, political mind. “Are you for fucking real?” That response was honestly baffled.
John groaned and cut short his kisses with Momo to receive the phone. “Sorry, I thought against better knowledge I did not have to take this,” he greeted the man on the phone. “I would have answered imdiately if I knew it was you.”
“I thank you for the confidence that I only call when it is urgent… or important,” Emrik spoke hesitantly, setting off enough alarm bells in John’s brain that he gestured for Aclysia to stop moving entirely.
“What is it?” he asked, gravely.
“mbers of my faction in parliant have gathered 20 signatures from the House of Commons and 5 from the House of Exceptionals to push through a legislative pardon for Hypercrush.”
“…Excuse ?”
Aclysia fully rose from her Master’s manhood, allowing John to concentrate entirely on the phone call. One by one, the other sounds of banter and gaming in the room were silenced until only the pause screen music of Mario Party remained.
“They used the legislative pardon for him? Really?”
The legislative pardon was a power John himself had designed to be a check on his own power. As head of the executive, John had the right to arrest and detain basically anyone who he deed to be a threat to the realm. He still had to put up valid reasons for that to the judiciary when he wanted them put in prison.
The procedure had been made extensive use of as Fusion expanded into previously anarchic areas. Military efforts spearheaded by John or tra (typically) broke up local guilds and then they brought the leaders and other key figures to the judges.
The legislative pardon was ant to be an oversight chanism for all of this. John had rounded up criminals by the dozens, sotis the low hundreds, and it was inevitable that he made a mistake here or there in who did and did not deserve to be part of any given accusation. In the case that the judiciary then did not realize that such an error had occurred, people who were convinced that soone had been unjustly locked away could then approach their representative in the House of Commons to gather signatures to achieve a legislative pardon.
Such a pardon was, for all intents and purposes, a full pardon. Officially, all files regarding the person’s perceived misdeeds were purged and they were released from prison, with compensation when appropriate. In reality, Nightfall still was ordered to keep a file on such people, because John was paranoid and he wanted an additional layer of security just in case.
So far, the legislative pardon had only been invoked three tis. First was for a highly repentant mber of a small fry guild that had been obviously pulled along by peer pressure, rather than conviction that the strong should govern the weak. The woman had returned to civilian life without issue. The second had been a fervent supporter of Abraham who had funded the short-lived rebellion of the Small Lake guilds. He continued to be a thorn in John’s side to this day and it was only a matter of ti until he was put back in jail for stirring sedition. Third was a custor that had gotten caught during a raid in an underground sex slave auction – the kind that John did not even remotely support. It turned out that the custor was there to buy other illicit goods. Not necessarily pardon worthy, as far as John was concerned, but he had not been found reoffending.
The story of the legislative pardon so far was, therefore, mixed. John had considered doing away with it, but was not willing to do so when Fusion was still so young. That and not having it would have concentrated more power in his hands, which he would have found troubleso in principle.
And now it had been used to free Hypercrush.
John groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose. The number of signatures required for a pardon scaled with the cri they were convicted for or accused of. Hypercrush technically was locked away purely for minor offenses only. Still.
“I take it you call because you could not stop this?” the Gar asked.
“Indeed. My opposition to you is required for the system to work as I wish it to, but even I would not unleash a violent criminal for the sake of annoying you.”
“Alas, there’s always one idiot who thinks he knows best… or 25 in this case…” John squeezed Momo’s thigh in a stress gesture. “I’m powerless to stop the pardon from going through without violating the separation of powers. I’ll take the best asures I can to minimize damage. Thank you for informing .”
“For the wealth and security of our people,” Emrik stated.
They ended the call a second later.
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