The water in the great, shallow tub splashed and rippled. 14 won entered it, following the single man lucky enough to call all of them his.
Despite the sheer size of their nubile assembly, the tub itself felt sowhat empty. Part of that was the design, wide and flat, made to soak in, not to swim. More than that was its design for up to thirty people to sit along the rim. It was at less than half capacity. Adding to this was the proximity those occupants chose to engage in.
John was imdiately beset by his maids. Although Aclysia and Claire were absent, Delicia, Momo and Nahoa rembered their duties very well. The bottom-heavy fairy and the dark-skinned demigoddess showered his half-subrged chest in kisses. A playful smirk on her face, Nahoa said, “We’ll clean every millitre of you, Master.”
“See that you do,” John answered with a demanding grin on his own face. Momo rolled her eyes, a gesture that he caught – alongside the rounded chin of her gorgeous face. “Does my tone displease you, maid of mine?”
“You’re doing the whole ‘big, dominant guy’ routine. You’re not doing it well,” she sassed him out.
“Pretty sure that’s just straight up blasphemy.” Nahoa tapped her lower lip like a ditzy valley girl. “I’m just soooo stupid… I should just be kissing my Master and be a good girl!”
“She gets it.” Such loyalty had to be rewarded. John grabbed the soarican woman by her maid-worthy derriere. Fingers sunk into ample flesh. Nahoa was among the shortest of his harem, easily pulled close, and her lips parted for him readily.
The intense sweetness of her lips animated his tongue to wrestle hers into submission. What started delighted beca passionate within seconds, the heat of making out increasing until the sloppy motions made peach-flavoured saliva drop from the gluttonous’ maid’s chin. She trembled and moaned into the making out.
“Who would want your sticky tongue down their throat anyway?” Momo grumbled, her pear-shaped body pressed against his right side. Pebbled nipples rubbed against his smooth skin. When his arm glided down her slender back, she subtly shifted her hips so he could grasp her fat ass sooner. He rewarded her with a smack. “Master!” she cried aloud, out of habit. Her face turned red the mont after. She pressed kisses on the side of his neck to distract herself.
While two gorgeous, white-haired submissives kept his upper head company, the third tended to his lower one. Shallow as the water was, it left his erection above the surface. All was designed with access for debaucheries in mind and Delicia exploited that as every designated cleaning maid should.
“Can’t even wash himself,” the second brat mocked, her enormous tits wrapped around his cock. With every to and fro of her breasts, more soap bubbles foad from her cleavage. The cleaning agent oozed from her skin, making all of the living alchemy lab glisten as if oiled. The sheen lubricated the expert service she provided, hands squeezing breasts, massaging his hard manhood in turn.
“What do you think about those two loud-mouths?” John asked Nahoa between kisses.
The demigoddess regarded him with an evil, little smile. “If they don’t want your attention, I’ll take all of it.” Dark green eyes drifted to the other two maids. “You just keep being bad girls.”
“I am not a bad girl!” Water splashed as if the lying fairy had stomped her foot. Physically impossible, yet a regular fae occurrence. “Give that!” She put her hands on John’s cheeks and tried to turn his head the other way.
He refused, giving her a plain stare. “You think you get to treat your Master that way?”
“I, uhm-“ The dark dominance in his voice made the bottom halt in her movents. “I m-an, uh…”
“See, that is cute behaviour.”
“Ghrhrhrbrl!” Momo vocalized a series of syllables that could only be described as sputtering nonsense. It was also exactly the kind of noise that John loved to coax out of his submissives.
“Bwahahaha!” Delicia laughed aloud at Momo’s breaking brattiness.
A snap of his fingers shut the cleaning maid up instantly. “Delicia, Mind Control – You exist to clean my cock.”
“Yes, Master, I exist to clean your cock,” Delicia repeated placidly. A dreamy smile on her otherwise vacant face, she dedicated her whole being to that task.
“Masterrrr!” Momo cried when he smacked her ass again. He loved that the maids had all trained themselves to have that be their instinctual reaction to having the plump derrieres spanked.
“Want to keep being a bad girl?” he whispered to her.
“Yeah, do you?” Nahoa backed him up with a mischievous smile.
“You ought to let her stew on that question.” Lydia approached with long, elegant steps. Her hips swung more than the practical royal would have ever allowed them to in any public setting. Every elaborate shift from left to right was entirely for him. She ran a hand through the tresses of her reddish-auburn hair, its waviness diminished by wetness. Several won’s hands had rubbed every inch of her skin, leaving her shining like polished steel and with the redness of arousal to her skin. “I have been patient, my love.”
“Delicia, make room for the queen.”
“I do not see Jane nearby?” Even hypnotized, the sassy nature of the bratty maid snuck in.
John snorted at the joke, then redoubled the authority in his voice. “You obey my every whim. Sit aside.”
“”Yes, Master,”” Delicia and Momo answered in unison.
John tightened the half hug he had the fairy maid in through the hand on her ass. “Where do you think you are going? I didn’t even mind control you yet.” The reminder made the already present blush on Momo’s face three tis redder. Pink, plush lips parted, but no words left them. “Would you like to be mind controlled, Momo?”
“…If it pleases you, Master,” she muttered.
John snapped his fingers, causing a wave of anticipating moans from the orgy around. As with the last ti he had done so, the gathered won perked up for a brief mont, before realizing it was not ant for them and returning to the growingly sapphic activity of cleaning one another. “Momo, Mind Control – you are my proud sex slave.”
“Yes, Master!” Momo’s embarrassnt was washed away, replaced with a devotion too swift and eager to be faked. “I exist for your pleasure and nothing else!”
“Good girl – sit by Delicia. I want the two of you to watch and be ready to clean . Do not touch yourselves or each other. Your earlier lip demands punishnt.”
“I deeply apologize for my foolish self, Master. There is no greater honour than being your sex slave.” Momo nodded to herself, as if she had just said sothing truly wise, then shuffled over to Delicia. The two maids knelt, happy, entranced expressions on their faces, while Lydia straddled his hips.
Without being asked, Nahoa took hold of his cock. “Let this stupid little servant aid you,” she purred.
An openly pleased smirk appeared on Lydia’s face. There was a dominant streak to her and she certainly was not as strong a submissive as most of the harem. Hierarchy in these matters pleased her, as did attendance. “Which hole will it be, my love?” she asked and rolled her hips.
John groaned. After Delicia’s tit-bath, he was already sensitive and the promise of penetrating either her clean-shaven cunt or tight backdoor pleased him almost the sa. “Which one would you prefer?” he asked. That was always the most decisive fact.
“I want to feel your seed against my womb,” she moaned.
The surge of arousal he felt at those words made his cock jump. There was such intensity to it that Nahoa giggled. “Eager to be bred?” the demigoddess asked in his stead.
“In tis such as this, it is natural to wish for the propagation of one’s line.” Lydia spread her pussy for him, both hands pulling at the surrounding mound of her pussy. Her hips lowered slightly, rubbing the head of his cock against her sensitive insides. She gasped, her stern voice turned soft and feminine by the pleasure. “Ah… does this have your agreent, my love?”
John spoke through deeds. He grabbed Lydia by the waist and penetrated her through push and pull. Hard as iron, he spread her around his rod. The sculpted figure of the royal rippled with pleasure, muscles tensing and releasing. It was the first ti he was inside her since she had landed. Ti had not permitted her to spend the first night in the Guild Hall with him.
“Oh yes!” she exclaid. “Take – hard!”
John was already in the process of rising. The Companion Cube ford an ergonomic rest, stabilizing Lydia while she went from sitting on top of him to lying midair. Her hips hung over the edge of the silver platform. John adjusted his grip. His thumbs frad the deep blue mark that prominently sat above the very place he aid to fill. The rest of his digits pressed into her ass, feeling the shifts from squish to firm muscle with every wave of tenseness that went through the Queen of Mithril.
“O-o-o-o-ooooohhhhh!” Lydia scread, words wiped out by the hard and still accelerating pounding she received.
“Holy…” Hailey moaned in the background. The orgy around them ca to a slow stop, all of his won in awe of the raw pounding they were witnessing. It was more than a light stroke of his ego to have them all stare, wide-eyed, proud, and eagerly awaiting their turn to get their insides scrambled. It was also quite a challenge to live up to those expectations.
John felt ready to burst, but he refused to. He kept his hips thrusting, even as Lydia’s heels pressed into his lower back. All he could think about was how to make her cum even harder. The grip of her pussy was an unreliable vice, spasms preventing any lasting tension.
His legs buckled. His ability to remain standing diminished. The Companion Cube lowered itself at an equal pace, until John was no longer standing. Lydia was on her back in the shallow water, waves rippling outwards from her half-subrged shoulders.
John buried her under his own body. Her ass remained raised, allowing him to just hamr into her gushing pussy. Excess wetness splattered with every hard impact. Lydia’s face was one of absolute ecstasy. Red lips were agape, her tongue lolled out, and her eyes did not look like they even knew the concept of focus. No one in the world would have thought the militaristic royal could have made such an undignified expression of raw bliss. This was all for him and his to see.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Each harsh smack of his hips on her thighs and butt was another entry into the glorious staccato of lovemaking. Mixed in with the screams were syllables that John interpreted with the simple desire for more. He was giving her everything her body craved, everything their shared road into debauchery had engraved into each other in desires.
Finally, John could no longer hold onto discipline. It slipped for a brief mont that cascaded into a torrent too powerful to stop. Force akin to a dam bursting shot cum into the depth’s of Lydia’s cunt. If she was squirting before, then she was a broken faucet once his seed began to paint the court of her womb white.
“Fuck…!” he pressed out through clenched teeth, his orgasm continuing second for second. His balls just kept on giving the queen’s cunt more to wring out of his shaft. By the ti his climax finally faded, there was an ever so subtle, yet visible stretch to her stomach.
The Gar carried his thoroughly fucked love to the edge of the water. Bathroom tiles may not have been the worthy place for her to rest, but it beat having her leak out into the water. “Mine!” Nahoa exclaid, before he had even pulled out. The cum glutton licked his cock as it slipped out of Lydia, then shoved her tongue into the gaping hole instead. She did not have to dig at all for his seed.
‘Could have just stuffed both of her holes, actually,’ John realized. ‘So horny I forgot I can have two dicks, that’s a first.’
“Master!” Nahoa moaned when he gave her a parting smack. He was of half a mind to just squat down behind her and fill her up the sa way. Alas, she had made herself the claimant of that huge load.
John had so much more to do tonight.
Stepping back into the bath, he walked past Momo and Delicia. The two maids followed him with docile admiration, like they were the servants of so overpowered demon king in one of Lee’s cheap eroge storylines. He did not mind playing that role. It felt best to portray a villain in situations like this, since he tried to be good in regular life.
‘So why not ham it up a bit?’ he wondered. “Get cleaning, maids.”
“”Yes, Master!”” they responded in unison, faces lighting up as if they had just learned that their life’s goal had reached completion.
Delicia wrapped her tits around his cock and Momo buried her face in the shortstack’s cleavage to suck the upper fourth of his cock. Her whirling tongue was quite fantastic. Not as fantastic as the entire room sweeping towards him though.
Out of their voyeuristic trance, the harem was a horny tidal wave of won reminded just how good he could be at screwing their brains out. He found himself surrounded by the huge breasts of Nathalia, Salamander and Hailey, while Siena and Rave scratched his chest with tantalizing tenderness. Sylph, Gno, Lorelei, Lee and Scarlett orbited them trying and sotis succeeding at finding their own way in.
John basked in the attention. For three solid minutes, he said nothing and just let everyone make him the centre of their world. “Momo, Delicia, it is the absolute truth for you two that you love nothing more than to watch fuck other harettes, right?”
“Totally!” Delicia agreed instantly.
“A proud sex slave will always delight in seeing her Master spread his seed,” Momo added, then returned to sucking him off.
“Got them wrapped around your finger, tiger,” Rave purred.
“They make it so easy,” he answered. Apologetically, he added, “Can’t go quite as overboard with the rest of you… we need to be rea-“
Rave put a finger on his lips. “Let’s forget what’s outside for a sec,” she whispered. “We’ll stay ready enough.”
John smirked, then spent the next two hours having his fill.
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