John backed away, towering above the redhead. She hid her mouth behind a raised hand, but did so poorly. The curled corners were every bit as visible as her hard nipples. The nightgown left nothing to the imagination. Even that was too much cover for not only his liking but that of the harettes around them. Eyes, glowing with fresh, erotic energy, glowed in the twilight.
He found two pairs of them, one glowing a light pink, the other green with slitted pupils. A gesture of his head called them to his side.
“Tiger really does know exactly what he’s doing,” Rave purred.
“As if Master’s genius could ever be in doubt,” Aclysia added.
The first two of the harem flanked Moira. Their hands, in a light caress, wandered beneath the nightgown, removing the whisperingly thin article of clothing from the squirming redhead. Revealed was the hard and soft body of the knightess. Small, erotic lights ignited around the edges of the bed, be it scented candles or dim bulbs that the harettes lit, careful to strike the balance of a beautiful twilight.
The honest gold of fla was Moira’s colour. Dancing shadows painted the contours of her athletic curves. Mild rises of firm muscles put gradients on her glossy skin. Most delicious were the shapes of her breasts and of the swollen rise of her pussy on her now parted thighs. By her nature, she was a nicely balanced hourglass. So would have preferred her without the muscles, to let her breasts and her hips stand out more on a skinnier figure. John could understand the impulse, though his love for the athletic was stronger.
His eyes lingered on the deep blue mark sitting between her wet, smooth-shaven pussy and subtly toned midriff. That singular addition elevated her to a realm above a 10 out of 10. It made her his, finally. His cock pulsed at the idea. A fat drop of precum oozed from the tip, landing on her womanhood.
The redhead shivered tentatively. “That’s going inside ?” she asked. “That’s insane.”
“Ya saw it going into each and every one of us,” Rave whispered back.
“Yeah, including !” Sylph chirped in from the sidelines. “And I am tiny!”
The nervous Warden gulped. “Y-yeah, but… I am not a freak like all of you!” Her sudden outcry was a sign of just how vulnerable she was in this mont.
“How wrong you are.” Aclysia’s hand trailed down Moira’s flat stomach, fingers touching the tiny pool of John’s precum. Using the sticky fluid, she drew the shape of the womb tattoo. “You are exactly as enlightened to his love as we are.” The remnants of her Master’s juices, the first maid sucked off her fingers, sighing as she did.
“Relax and trust ,” John said to the virgin Warden.
“Just relax,” Rave echoed, nibbling on Moira’s ear.
“Relax,” Aclysia sighed, pressing kisses on her neck.
“Relax,” Nathalia cooed, playfully licking Moira’s midriff, up to her nipple.
“Trust in our Saint,” Lorelei whispered, then gently sucking on Moira’s other tit.
The steady stream of caresses lulled Moira into a right sense of security. Her expression softened from nervous to conflicted. A conflict that tilted more towards flustered curiosity with every passing mont.
A shadow of anxiousness ca back when John placed his cock on her lower lips. She was all too aware that it would only take one thrust for him to give her what she wanted one day right now. It wouldn’t even take cumming inside her. The mont he sheathed his cock inside her cunt, that was it. Her magic was going to supersede his in that point, he was certain of it.
As was Eliana. “He’ll be very fucking careful,” the pretty little psycho said, her breasts pressing against John’s back. Nathalia’s glowing eyes equally kept a watch, as John began to glide back and forth.
“It’s just to get nice and slick,” he assured her.
“O-okay…” Moira let the hope win over her uncertainty bit by bit. John took it slow, waiting for the negative emotions to settle. As they did, her sensitivity rose and rose. “Oh… Lady… what… is that…?” she whispered. “It’s so… hot.”
“That’s his saintly cock,” Lorelei swooned. “Nothing else compares.”
John took hold of Moira’s legs, placing them together, the backs of her knees against his chest. Eliana’s arm wrapped around them, holding them in place for him while she continued to watch, aroused and keen-eyed. “You’re allowed to masturbate,” he whispered to her.
“Thank you, Master,” Eliana moaned, the passionate response automatic. He sensed the rhythmic shifting of her shoulder on his back, as her fingers began to work. The other submissives in the room took the permission for their most obedient mber to extend to everyone else. The rest of the harem had already been playing with themselves in one way or another.
Whispers, kisses on Moira’s skin, and the wet sounds of light masturbation filled the room, while John fucked Moira’s thighs. The muscular flesh was firm around him, tight enough to provide a bit of pleasure while remaining inferior to being properly sheathed inside a woman. Every repetition of the motion was ticulous. Given what was at stake, he did not trust his precision so absolutely that he pulled back all the way. He retreated until his cock barely disappeared between her legs, then glided back forwards.
What was light pleasure to him was making Moira writhe. “Oh… Oh Lady!” she shouted. Her back arched slightly off the sheets, pressing her dium-sized breasts into the eager mouths of the ever-rotating gallery of caressing harettes. Scarlett and Momo were present at the mont, stretching above the bedrock that was Rave and Aclysia.
“Yeah, the first ti gets decently intense,” the fairy maid mouthed.
“Don’t worry, he turns into a manageable quickshot after a week,” Scarlett added.
John was quite happy that Eliana was holding Moira’s legs for him, because that ant he had enough hands to spank both of the brats. “”Master!”” they cried in unison, then rubbed their butts in fake offense as they retreated.
“Alright… we’re ready,” John said, his cock now completely coated in their mixed juices.
“I’m ready,” Moira repeated to herself.
The redhead was tense. He felt it in the muscles of her derriere as he raised her up to the level of his cock. Beatrice and Ehtra swiftly moved supportive pillows under the raised rear. Tip against her sphincter, John instructed, “Close your eyes. I want you to exhale and relax whenever I am pushing. Listen to Aclysia and Jane.”
“Alright…”
Moira had no reason to be this anxious. The toys he had seen her play with before more than prepared her for him and she was a sturdy woman. What was reasonable hardly mattered though. In the realm of leading, accepting reality as it presented itself was the most valuable of skills. Moira was not a submissive, at least not to any notable degree, but she did need him to lead.
“Breathe in,” Aclysia whispered in one ear.
“Breathe out,” Rave whispered into the other just as John pushed forwards.
The relaxation was felt under his fingers and in the yielding of her backdoor. A lustful groan escaped the virgin Warden imdiately. “So… big…” she muttered, then tensed up again.
“Breathe in,” Aclysia guided.
“Breathe out,” Rave followed.
John went deeper into her, faster than he anticipated. Initial tenseness lted away, as surprised moans flowed from the redhead in long notes. Awakening pleasure was written all over her features. When next she inhaled, it was an audible gasp. “I’m already… so close…!” she said. “This… so much better…!”
“One more ti,” Aclysia cooed affirmingly. “Breathe in.”
“Breathe out,” Rave eagerly added. “Get all of our man’s cock inside.”
Insistently, the Gar pushed inside. Moira trembled in everything but pain. Overwhelming sensations were overlapping, the other harettes growing louder as he closed in on the final monts of the first penetration. He placed his thumb on Moira’s clit, circling it as his groin connected with her ass and thighs.
Moira’s eyes flew open. For just a brief mont, she was intensely focused on his face, then her eyes rolled upwards. Toes curled above John’s head, the full, intense pleasure of his stacked modifiers hitting her virgin brain. A part of John feared that could already be it for her for the night – alas, Moira was perhaps the only woman who could claim to have gone through the necessary marathons of masturbation to prepare her for this.
The sudden orgasm ebbed away gradually, her back entrance squeezing him in waxing and waning waves of contraction and release. John grit his teeth and inhaled sharply. With him was the endurance of having pumped out at least thirty loads over the course of a standard, pre-sleep orgy. That did not make her asshole any less tight or the conquest any less sweet.
“More…” Moira cried out as the last of the fading spasms went through her.
John had promised Moira she would know every pleasure he could provide. He was not going to prove himself a liar.
Past anxiety, past nervousness, past the tensions lay the bountiful realm of bliss. Holding her by the waist, John glided out of her and then ramd back into her tight asshole. The force made her breasts sway. Her head tilted back between Rave and Aclysia, still caressing her neck with their lips. The other won of the harem had backed away, witnessing the intensifying scene from the many layers of their ludicrously sized bed.
“Oh, oh, yes!” Sha had left Moira alongside her negative emotions. Pawing at her own tits, the redhead writhed. Years of denial and of only the minimum amount of necessary indulgence made her beyond receptive for his thrusts. She was awakened, her fluttering eyelids half-hiding lust-glazed eyes. She stared up at him, visually devouring the definitions of his chest.
Pleasure was overwhelming her. Exposed as she was to hour-long masturbation sessions, it could not compare to having her asshole pounded. The heat of his rod, the modifiers in effect, and John’s well-trained understanding of what won wanted all intermingled. Every thrust taught him a little bit more about her specifically, what angle she wanted and how much of a trained anal slut she was.
His thumb on her clit was soaked with her gushing juices. The harder he dared to pound her, the more she responded to his pleasure, until her voice overpowered all others in the large room. “Lady… John, I just keep cumming!” the knightess exclaid. “I feel like I’m… floating… I feel like I am going to… break…”
“Then break for ,” John encouraged her. “Let the passion take control, just for the night.”
Words were followed by deeds. He had her at the point where she was so thoroughly relaxed and receptive that he could hamr her backdoor relentlessly. Hard impacts rocked her back and forth. She was tensing up further and further, vibrating as sothing even larger built up over the course of her repeated climaxes. She held onto it for as long as she could.
Then, she lost control.
An uninhibited scream filled the bedroom. Pussy juices squirted from her virgin cunt. The tight ring of her sphincter forced John to remain still deep inside her, groaning while the redhead ca her brains out. Eyes rolled up again and this ti they did not co back down. Her lungs emptied, the scream continuing in silence. Ecstasy was written all over her contorted features.
“Mooooorrrreeeee!” Moira cried out, her voice slow, drunk from cock. Her ass wiggled against his groin.
“You can have everything you want.” John tightened his hold on her waist, then tilted backwards. Eliana got out of the way of the motion with ti to spare. At the end of it, he was on his back and Moira was straddling him.
Raw, primitive instinct had her bounce on his cock instantly. Tongue lolling, eyes rolling, she moved up and down with enough force to send her curled tresses flying. Two of her fingers curled into her unoccupied cunt, wiggling feverishly inside. Within a minute, she was squirting again, soaking John’s midriff with her explosive climaxes.
“W-wow,” Gno stuttered at the side.
“I always knew she was a fellow nympho,” Salamander remarked.
“And it’s so hot to see it realized,” Siena sighed.
Harettes chased their own orgasms, finding them repeatedly under the touch of their fellow sluts. Desperate for more, Moira’s unfocused gaze took in all of the scenes around her. Her ass smacked down with repeated ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ sounds. The first cracks that had shown on her mind turned into a proper shattering, brought by her own, insatiable rhythm.
The limitation was not her hunger, but her endurance. Wave after wave of orgasms robbed her of control of her muscles. “Mmhhhhmorrrre,” she slurred, then cried out in fulfilled lust when he thrust up into her.
John impaled her ass over and over again with all the force he could muster. His hips were a blur. Abandoning the movent of her fingers, Moira surrendered herself completely to his movents. Her breaths ca in short, desperate bursts.
‘I need a better angle,’ he thought. Swiftly, he lifted the entranced Warden off his cock. A protesting wl made it from her lips. Manhandling her, he moved her on all fours, Lorelei’s head between her parted legs. The seer’s tongue pierced Moira’s cunt just as the Gar’s cock slid back into her gaping backdoor.
Consud by the pleasure, Moira’s fading voice ford into high-pitched moans. She was too shattered to repay Lorelei for the favour, though the chastity belt would have denied her anyhow. This mont was all about her and her transcendent ecstasy.
The view of his cock disappearing between her round toned cheeks was as glorious as ever. Every thrust was underlined by the harsh slap of at against at. He would have to find out if she was into spanking another ti, today he just kept his grip on her waist and pounded away at her. Even the waves of tension and release that went through her back muscles were hot.
The surrounding harem was now louder than Moira. A multitude of sapphic allegiances had ford, helping one another to reach an echo of the raw bliss that Moira was feeling. Comnts floated through the room about how gorgeous and willing the newest woman was.
In this hot ocean of pheromones and pleasure, John could not hold on any longer. His hips accelerated for a final sprint, to then suddenly stop deep inside her hot, tight tunnel. Balls tightened, seed rushed up, then exploded from the tip, painting the depths of the redhead white.
Moira mustered a final scream. All of the energy she had left poured from her lips in a back-bending climax. Every spurt he pumped into her was mirrored by another explosion all over his legs and Lorelei’s face. The seer worked so eagerly, John could sense the echoes of her lapping tongue.
The rushing of his seed cald faster than the pumping of his blood in his ears. Both ended much faster than Moira’s final orgasm. Though she had held up valiantly, when the involuntary tensing of her muscles had run its course, it was only John’s hands that prevented her from collapsing on top of her childhood friend.
Carefully, he pulled out, then moved Moira onto her back. Twitching, broken (in the best sense), and exhausted, she lay there. Peaceful, surrendered, and content, she nuzzled against his palm when he brushed her hair back.
Seconds after that, she was out like a light.
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