Sharp, white teeth, pressed down on ruby red lips. The pressure deford the full shape of the lower half, its sinful softness shifting to the right. A low groan accompanied the alluring bite, adding a wonderful sound to the sight.
Though her lips were hardly the only part about Nathalia in motion that was gorgeous. The entirety of her figure was a legendary display, a fertility goddess (literally, one could argue) that made n salivate with her re presence. A caral-skinned woman with a mature face, frad by wavy, wild tresses of bright orange.
The dragoness’ hands glided over her curves as she moved up and down. Trailing fingers and brushing palms emphasized every centitre of her. The enormous bust was in motion, bouncing in delayed response to the motions of her hips and thighs. The muscles in her legs tensed and relaxed rhythmically, raising her round bottom into the air. She was so soft in all the right places, jiggling with every repeated impalent. She was firm in all the right places too, a cinched waist with a flat stomach, skin taut over a healthy amount of muscle. She was tall, powerful, and gorgeous.
There was none more deserving of his love, only equals.
“John!” Nathalia moaned out his na, her fat ass once more smacking against his thigh. The up and down ca to an end, replaced by a steady circling of her hips. A hand arrived between her legs, working the button atop her drenched cunt at rapid speed. “So… full…” she gasped, her cunt twitching around him while she brought herself over the edge.
Lying on his back, head resting on Fianna’s thighs, John simply watched Nathalia having the ti of her life. The quaking of her climax made her breasts sway perpendicular to her slumping chest. She was bent forwards, glassy-eyed and panting. It wasn’t the most showy of poses, but it was sothing much better: honest. Hand on his chest for stability, she continued to spasm for a little while, then resud her wild ride.
“I’m getting close,” John warned her. An unusual declaration in this harem and likely unnecessary. They knew his signs.
“Inside ! Finish inside , my mate! Give my womb a taste of what will take hold!” The declaration allowed no disagreent. John was slave to the moving of her hips, pinned by the rapid bounces. For all intents and purposes, he was her relief toy for this engagent. That was as it should be, after she had brought them victory.
A final descent had the couch creak under the force of the impact. Nathalia threw her head back, screaming at the ceiling of the mansion, as his seed filled her depths. Every spurt reminded John why he loved this woman. Her wildness, her honest lust, her passion and ability to get lost in the mont. He loved it all and more.
The heat of her cunt gripped him in milking pulses. Her hips moved in small gyrations, continuing to shift her velvety walls around him. The pleasure was almost too much. John inhaled through clenched teeth. The nature of his body stopped the post-orgasmic state from ever reaching hyper-sensitivity. Once the last spurt had been delivered, he was right back to ready.
“By all that burns, I love this cock,” Nathalia muttered, still shivering. She gave one of her nipples and absent-minded tug, temporarily srizing everyone else in the room courtesy of the huge tit stretching and then jiggling back into place. “I have considered sothing: I want daughters.”
“Like, exclusively?” John wondered.
“Yes.” Nathalia was now just sitting on his hips, enjoying the presence of his hardness inside her. He certainly wasn’t complaining about soaking inside the honeypot of the volcano goddess. “If that is, at all, possible?”
“It would surprise if the Breeder Class didn’t give access to that.” The Gar put a hand on Nathalia’s thigh, simply admiring the smoothness. “I do have to wonder why, though?”
“No good reason,” the redhead responded plainly. “I simply feel like it… it is not that the thought of having sons disgusts in any manner, rely that I like the thought of having daughters a little more.” She tilted her head, eyes turned inwards as she checked her own rationale. “Consider it repaynt to the imbalance you cause.”
John blew air out of his nose in amusent. He was on various records that he acknowledged that his lifestyle was utterly unsustainable if expanded to a larger scale. There were not nearly enough won in the universe to allow every one man to have thirty of them. Even with all of the female-only species about, such as harpies, the gender ratio was unlikely to be more skewed than 1 to 1,5.
“Does this find your agreent?” she asked. “I would not want to deprive you of sons.”
“I don’t think you are capable of that,” John responded with a chuckle. He had more than two dozen other harettes of which only one other was guaranteed to only have daughters. “Eliana is convinced she is pregnant with a boy anyway, so we have checked that box already.”
“Sons with ,” Nathalia clarified, in a slightly annoyed tone.
That was a complicated and yet simple question. A primal part of John’s brain did want sons, but it wasn’t a big aspect of the decision making here. He wasn’t a believer in any sort of cultural suggestion that sons were more valuable than daughters. He found that quite silly in the mundane space and in the Abyss it was entirely humorous, especially when it ca to demigods.
‘The daughters of Nathalia…’ John thought and shuddered in terror at the thought of his daughters. If they inherited just half of their mother’s haughtiness and power and then crossed that with the proper upbringing that they wanted to give them, he could see wars break out all over the world as courtship rituals. What man wouldn’t start a little bit of a regional conflict to prove he was the best mate for a hot, redheaded dragon demigoddess?
Putting aside the headaches that his daughters would likely cause him in the future, John saw no reason to deny Nathalia this request. For one, it wasn’t going to be a hard lock. If she ever changed her mind, she could. For two, if it made her happy and he had the power, why wouldn’t he?
“I don’t have a preference one way or another, so if you do, that’s the decision made,” he responded. “Hopefully the next Breeder Perk allows this.”
“Splendid.” Gently, the dragoness rose from his manhood. Inch by inch, his hard cock ca to the view, the tightly puckered grip of her outer folds seeming to disagree with the decision Nathalia had made. In the end, the woman was in charge of her lust. “Salamander, you may taste our man’s essence.”
“I’m not even going to be sarcastic about that one!” the fire spirit proclaid and jumped over the coffee table. Currently in her human disguise, a very dark-skinned version of herself, she imdiately put her lips between Nathalia’s parted thighs. Both moaned when her nimble tongue lapped up the white oozing from the dragoness’ cunt.
“Fianna, I could use a little help here,” John invited his lap pillow to a change of job.
“As you command, Sir.” The military tone was compromised by her eagerness. He let her decide what manner of service he wanted. She elected to first suck his dick clean of Nathalia’s juices, then to saddle him reverse cowgirl style. John did not complain about any of that for even a mont.
“1 against 2 points so far.” He gave Fianna’s rear a smack. “4 Trials remaining. Not looking great, but we have co back from worse.”
“You’ll win, you always do,” Layla muttered. Her choice of words was venerating, but her focus remained on the map of pictures she had placed on the coffee table. That focus had been initially charming, then respectable, but after three days John felt the need to intervene.
“Layla,” he called out to her.
“Hmm?” the reforming stalker humd.
“All pieces are in motion. You don’t need to keep staring at that map. Talk to us instead.” The words had the brunette sluggishly turn her head. Her eyes moved last, remaining glued to the map until the final mont.
When they finally dashed to John, a blush was swift to follow. Over the course of several long seconds, her mind caught up to the situation. After three days of existing beside him without a sign of desire, it suddenly hit her like a truck. She inhaled. Then, her eyes rolled up.
“That’s right, get it out of your system,” John encouraged her. He stopped short of ordering her to cum. Not because he thought that would temporarily break her brain, he would have been fine with that, but because that was skirting the edge of the ‘no sex outside the harem’ rule. A little bit of dirty talk he considered an acceptable pushing of the boundary. “Let it all flood over you.”
“Yeeessssh…!” Layla slurred, hand snapped to the backrest of her armchair in an attempt to keep her upright. It worked well enough. Though the heavy spasms kept her swaying, her clenching fingers had her tethered and her butt in the seat did the rest. Thick thighs clenched as one orgasm cascaded into another. Excessive amounts of pussy juice gushed from her womanhood, running over the edge of the leather cushion.
It took her several minutes to start calming down. “Good girl,” John said slowly. “Concentrate. I want to talk to you. Do you want to talk to ?”
“Y-yes!” Layla blurted out, returning to that fervent tone he was used to from her. “Yes, I would love to talk to you!”
“Alright, good.” John smirked at her. A final shudder marked the end of the brunette’s chain of orgasms. Though her cheeks remained rosy, she was at least back to reality. “I respect your dedication, but I don’t want you to be thinking only about vengeance.”
“He deserves to be stabbed so much though!” Layla responded loudly. The bottled up emotions ca back to the forefront. “He damaged your woman! !”
“That he did…” Garbled noises of a happy crazy filled the air. “...but I have learned a long ti ago that remaining entirely focused on a goal all the ti will drive you insane. You need to learn to switch off when there’s nothing you can do – or when your victory is already in motion.” John grabbed Fianna by the waist, thrusting up into her. The military maid cried aloud. “She knows about patience.”
“The killing – mhm – shot is a-ah-ll about… waiting…!” Fianna agreed.
“You can’t slack off though,” Layla pushed back. “You have to keep chipping away at the goal to get there. If that drives crazy, that’s perfectly fine with !”
That was such a Layla response that the Gar could only laugh. “You really are adorable.”
“Adora-“ Halfway through the word, the brunette shut down. Was she perhaps rembering how close they had been these last three days, cooped up in this house? It wasn’t the first flirtatious complint he had paid her recently, just the first she registered. “Ado-“ Layla tried again, only to crash again. Her lips twitched between various forms of expressing amazent.
“You will need this,” Aclysia stated, offering the reforming stalker a bottle of water.
Extrely thirsty, Layla imdiately grabbed it, then guzzled down half a litre. As she did, John wrapped it up with Fianna, filling her up. Simultaneously, Salamander and Nathalia agreed to put a pause to their lesbian activity. By the end, the living room was actually focused on talking.
“Adorable?!” Layla finally managed to yell.
John sat upright, stretched, put his arm around Fianna’s shoulder, and then hit the brunette with his most seductive smirk. It went beyond the realm of super-effective, one-shotting Layla’s brain. If she hadn’t already been obsessed with him, she would have been after. It was an unfair look for a man like him to give a woman like her.
‘Do not lock her in,’ the Gar warned himself. He had revealed his blossoming feelings to his harem, first in text and then on video when that had beco available. No one was surprised this had happened. The manner in which it had even been t with so approval – as had been John’s decision not to push this until after the trials were over at the earliest.
Layla transitioned from flabbergasted to giggling girlishly. Eyebrows were batted at him. Her body language opened up, clearly signalling to co and get her. She only stopped for a mont when she realized she was the only one in the room wearing clothes. They ca off in a series of rips and tears. The Abyssal did not give the mundane fabric any ti.
‘Do not escalate this,’ he warned himself, then presented a fairly simple question. “What’s your comfort food?”
“I want it to be your dick!”
The response was delivered with the speed and subtlety of a cannonball, causing collective laughter. John managed to gather his voice again quickly. “Okay, but ignoring what you want to happen-“
“Never!”
“-do please tell what currently is.”
Despite her disruptive declaration, Layla gave the question so thought. The blush on her cheeks diminished, her expression smoothed over, until only a mild smile remained. It seed she was finally reaching an equilibrium point of being… well, not normal, but stable enough to hold a regular conversation.
“I like chocolate-mints,” she said. “Like Andes Mints.”
“Good choice,” Nathalia declared. “Chocolate and mint go well together.”
“What’s yours?” Layla imdiately investigated.
“Steak.”
“That’s… expensive,” the brunette carefully suggested, then laughed just a little crazily. “Wow, for a second there I forgot that you’re a goddess and never had to worry about money.”
“Did you?” John wondered. For how much money there was in the Abyss, it was surprisingly common for people in it to live in a degree of destitution. Holessness John could partially understand, that state of being was typically connected more to ntal issues than lack of opportunity to get a roof over one’s head. Having to be stingy on food, however, felt… off.
“For a bit… there was this stretch between my parents dying and the school picking up… ah, it’s not important.”
“It is important,” Salamander disagreed, a warm, crooked smirk on her face. “Keep talking, we’re listening.”
“It really isn’t that interesting to talk about …” Layla squird, bashfully. “I just didn’t know how to make or use money after my parents died, so I was in a bit of a rough spot for a bit. I figured it out and that’s that.”
“How did they die?” John asked. It was a bit of a heavy topic, but he sensed that there was enough ti between now and then that he could ask casually.
“They were murdered.” Layla held the words for a mont, then she gazed around the room. After all the ti that she had spent learning about them, she shifted uncomfortably when it ca to revealing anything about herself. Patiently, they waited for her to continue. “The people that did it… I rember them ntioning Romulus so… this is silly… for the longest ti I thought he was actually involved in it. That the – current – Apex would actually want my parents dead.”
Her heels tapped against the side of the armchair.
“I t Romulus during Maximillian’s wedding. I asked him… he knew nothing about it. He wasn’t lying either. It… was an odd mont. I had co to that wedding to speak to you for the first ti, John. Instead, I was reminded of the thing I obsessed over before you and then… that jolted awake. Just when I wasn’t sure who I was anymore… you found .”
The Gar rembered that. He had stepped out for so air and found an attractive brunette in need of a stranger to talk to her. What a strange and important coincidence that had turned out to be.
“Do you still want to find those thugs?” John asked.
“Gaia, yes,” Layla groaned, “but I know nothing about where to start and… ultimately it doesn’t matter to . I HATE…” Her volu spiked. She cleared her throat. “…I hate it when things are taken from . I hate that they got away with it for so long. I hate them, whoever they are, and I want to hold their faces against a grinding wheel until they stop resembling human features. They took my childhood from .” She inhaled slowly and deeply, then finished up in an upbeat tone, “But that doesn’t define now. You do!”
“There are a lot of concerning implications in the way you say that,” John remarked.
“Concerning to whom?” As Layla gestured dismissively, Aclysia nodded in support several tis. “People who don’t understand what love actually feels like? Aren’t you defined by your harem? Yes, you are, so let be defined by being with you!”
John actually couldn’t argue that point in good faith. “Fair enough,” he relented. “On the matter of those thugs… perhaps we will look into it when we have a spare mont. Give you so closure.”
“I would love you even more!” the reforming stalker declared.
A most dangerous prospect.
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