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The Gamer Chapter 1586 – Birthday Orgy 1 – Roped-In [Erotic Content]
🕑 Added 2023-12-18 19:23:49 +0000 UTCJohn knocked twice on the door of the Sex Dungeon. Nearly immediately, the door swung open. Behind it waited, as expected, his first fiancée.
Rave wore a black harness that made her form even lewder than pure nakedness. Black leather stretched between metal rings, emphasizing her bottom-heavy yet balanced curves in every aspect. The straps underlined the soft rise of her firm, medium-sized breasts and travelled down her sinfully smooth, long legs, attaching to the kind of polished black thigh-highs that really only existed for fetish gear. At the top, the harness connected to a tight collar, complete with a name tag that read: ‘Rave, Property of John Newman’.
A string of deep blue pearls teased with its rise and fall, pressed into her otherwise naked and excitedly swollen cunt. Artfully, the harness was designed in such a way that leather and metal rings surrounded the Lover’s Will mark. One of the rings just barely covered the bottom point, and that was where the pearls were tied to, making it seem like they were an extension of the womb tattoo.
Rave folded her hands in front of her abdomen and bowed her head with servile smoothness. “Welcome, my Master,” she greeted him, her voice deliberately laden with trained femininity. It had a touch of pretend to it, because John knew who she was, but that only enhanced the tone in this case. She was making the effort for him and she was even better at it than last year.
The bow flowed into a step backwards. A wave of her arm invited him inside.
He entered, for a moment too enticed by his first fiancée’s form to notice anything else. It did not help that she walked away from him, swinging her hips like a woman whose sole purpose in existence was to draw his gaze. That perfect ass of hers swayed, its mass jiggling heavenly with every step of her high-heeled thigh-high stocking + boot combo. A butt plug with a pink head peeked out between those gorgeous cheeks.
John finally noticed the rest of his harem. All of them, except two, were on their knees, sitting in a semi-circle in this gorgeous indoor grove that could barely still be called the Sex Dungeon. All of them wore the same style of harness, from the collar to the pearls that rubbed up against their sexes when they moved – if they would have moved. All of them had their eyes closed, all of them had their hands on their laps, all of them were perfectly still.
The two exceptions were Rave and Siena. The shadow spirit stood slightly to the side, in the shadow of a tall palm tree. The artificial light of the Sex Dungeon basked everything in a dusky twilight, painting soft reds on feminine curves. Like the rest of them, Siena was motionless, and kept her eyes closed.
Rave took her place in the middle of the semi-circle, filling the gap. Only the gentle sound of streaming water could be heard from somewhere. The air was rich with the sweet scent of figs, vanilla, and fruits. The harem was comfortable and quiet, kneeling on pillows that separated them from the green grass. They were in a mixture of oasis and forest, John felt.
Rave closed her eyes as well. It was like they had all turned themselves into attractive statues. “We greet our perfect Master,” the head of the harem said, her voice even, calm, and controlled, nothing of her usual accent or slurring coming through. “Your harem is yours to use.”
That was the signal for all 21 of the present haremettes to bow. Siena bowed at the hip, everyone else bowed until their heads rested on the back of their fingers and their alluring asses were high up in the air. The motion was graceful, the pose pure eroticism. Their curved backs emphasized their features, be it their round derrieres or their large breasts squished to the ground.
For ten seconds, they held that pose. Just before he was starting to wonder if he was to make the next step, they raised their heads again. ‘They know me too well.’ John chuckled. The coordination was too good for them to spontaneously decide for that time. They had picked, exactly, the amount of seconds he would take to drink in that sight in its entirety.
When they were back up again, their harness-covered sight still enough to fully entice John, they reached for a spot besides their cushions. “Do with us,” Rave spoke slowly, as they all placed bundled ropes before themselves, “whatever you wish, Master. For tonight, we are your property.”
“”The property of our Master,”” the entire harem, save for Siena, echoed in soft, feminine tones. All eyes opened, nearly overwhelming John with the beauty of the moment. Their bodies were gorgeous, but it was their willpower, their characters, and the will to so fully surrender to him for the night, that made them beyond beautiful.
“I hope I can be of assistance in my own way, Master,” Siena purred. The sole standing member of his harem had her hands folded in front of her. There was no rope anywhere around her. She still wore the harness and the thigh-highs. A visual component that required nothing in terms of forcing herself into a mould she did not fit.
John remained stunned, then he remained deliberately quiet for a few seconds. He did not want to ruin the moment by stuttering or saying something out of place. “I love all of you,” he put the most important words first and took a step forward. The harem, his property for the night, beamed at the words and gently stretched towards him when he stepped up to the left side of the semi-circle. “Slaves,” he added, while brushing over the hair of each of his women. “My sex slaves.” He tasted the words. They were familiar and yet all the sweeter for how much they meant tonight. “I’ll enjoy the privilege.”
He finished his walk along the curve, then turned his attention to Siena. Moonlight white eyes glowed. Dark lips rested in a neutral, elegant expression.
Overcome by desire, John took a harsh step forwards and pressed his lips on Siena’s. Her mouth greeted him wide open, the two of them stumbled for a few steps, almost losing their balance. Barely, they caught themselves. Arms wrapped around her, John pressed his shadow spirit against himself. Her fingers brushed over his neck, the sides of his face, through his hair. Her tongue fenced with his. Passionate moans mingled with heated breathing, the elegance of the moment shattered by the pure lust coursing through the Gamer’s veins.
“Strip me,” John managed to order between kisses. It was one of the few commands that Siena loved to obey. Getting her hands between their chests, she broke their contact for long enough to rip open the press buttons. The shirt glided off his arms a moment thereafter, helped by Siena’s tail. The dextrous limb then wiggled its way under his waistband.
After shoving his tongue as deep into her as he could, John let go of Siena. Without missing a beat, the shadow spirit dropped down. She may not have been one to be bound and dominated, but there were situations where she certainly enjoyed being on her knees.
There was no effort involved in opening his zipper with her mouth alone. Her nimble, monstrous tongue popped open the button. Teeth caught the fly and pulled it down, in the same motion of her putting her fat ass on her heels. Her tail did the rest, pushing down his pants and then yanking them aside when he stepped out of them.
His erection loomed over Siena’s face. Twitching and harder than any mundane metal, his manhood looked even larger to John than normal. He needed relief and he needed it fast. He brushed Siena’s hair back for her. That was the only bit of encouragement she needed.
John groaned as midnight blue lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Swiftly, the velvety, warm ring travelled down. Heat enveloped his cock. Siena’s throat was cooler than other women’s, but she was still so hot. A deep moan vibrated around him when she sucked him deeper. The sensitive walls of her throat enveloped him on all sides. Little nubs trembled and massaged him. She was getting off on this just as much as he was, if not more.
The nose of the gorgeous elemental nearly touched his groin. She quickly glided back up, spreading a slippery mixture of drool, pre-cum, and her own mouth’s lubrication over his manhood. She may not have been a harpy, but Siena was far from human.
Keeping her hands crossed behind her back, she went back down. It was a gesture not of submission, but of challenging herself. Siena’s throat existed to suck his cock alone and she was certainly proving that to him and herself again. The Gamer could barely feel the lower half of his legs. Only experience kept him standing while she kept bobbing her head like his personal whore – except that no whore on this planet could have ever hoped to give such fiendish a blowjob.
John turned his head to the side, to the menagerie of sex slaves. They were all still on their knees, watching the ongoing event with both studied grace and deep interest. The level of self-control on display was marvellous. Even Sylph managed to stay calm where she sat. They made themselves patient little toys, waiting for him to take their turn with them.
Just living in the fantasy was ecstatic.
Siena’s throat made it orgasmic.
Sensing his approaching climax, the shadow spirit slowed her up and down. The rapid rise to release was turned into a slow tease towards it. The tight ring of her lips, the lavishing motions of her tongue, and the attentive massage by her inhuman throat all focused on gradually bringing him to the point of no return. John could barely feel his thighs at that point.
All of his senses came to a peak – and then the pleasure stopped.
“Siena,” John growled warningly when his cock popped out of her wet mouth. “You know what I think about edging.”
“I just thought you’d want to cum with your… preferred sight.” Siena turned around, lowering her head and curving her spine like a stretching cat. It closely resembled the way the sex slaves of the night had bowed down a few minutes ago. The difference was that Siena wiggled her ass enticingly. Little aftershocks hinted at the orgasm she had experienced while sucking him off.
John was of half a mind to disregard the invitation out of principle for leaving him where he was. She was, however, right. Filling that fat ass did sound like the preferable start to this night’s activities. For the taken liberty, he did still administer a swat as punishment.
The bubble butt jiggled like the world’s most delicious piece of deep blue gelatine. Laughing and moaning, Siena pushed her ass up a little higher. “Do whatever you please, Ma-aaaah-!” Her assurance was interrupted by a (careful) yank at the butt plug. Predictably well-lubricated, the stainless steel slipped out of the backdoor with ease. “Master,” Siena purred, before letting out another cry at the second smack on her ass.
Of all the sadistic things he could do to his women, spanking remained the most basic and his favourite. The way asses rippled and turned softly red, the universal appreciation among his entire harem, it all spoke to his debauched instincts.
The sight failed to distract him from his twitching manhood for long. Squatting half above her, John pressed the tip of his cock against her glistening, agape sphincter, after pulling aside the string with the pearls. He descended, his and Siena’s groans unifying into one long sound of delight.
The backdoor of all elementals was, oddly enough, entirely human. There were some body temperature differences, but that was it. From the slime girl to the succubus-esque shadow spirit, the texture of the feeling of the tight back entrance was nothing unusual. Perhaps there was no need to add any gimmicks to a hole they only had because there were men like John that wanted to fuck it.
Left at the edge of orgasm, John did not care to keep himself away from release for long. He eased himself in, lingered for just a moment in the snug embrace of her asshole, then immediately went into a rough and hard rhythm. With legs and hips, he pumped in and out of her. Each squat ended with a ripple down her bubble butt and thick thighs.
The hourglass curves of the midnight elemental were just made to be sinful. Thick in all the right places, slim in all the other ones, she was, top to bottom, a gorgeous creature. Her waist would have made a wasp jealous and John gripped her at the narrowest part while he kept on pile driving her anally. Her head rested on crossed arms, muffling her repeated, short moans.
Each was a note of delight. Just like her body, her voice was formed to drive men mad with desire. She sounded like whores wished they could sound to attract clients – except that, still, she was no whore, she was just his. Her voice rose and fell in pitch while she raced towards orgasm with him.
Not fast, but hard and jittery, John thrust into her a few more times, before his body refused to go on, pressed against the cushion of her ass. Her orgasmic cry rose just as his shaft tensed.
Hot seed pumped into her backdoor. John had to concentrate on keeping his balance, while savage sounds escaped his throat. The streams of seed he filled her with each felt like a frozen moment in time. Every muscle in his body tensed with the sole goal of pressing deeper into her tight hole, each time his shaft pulsed.
“Yes… yeeesssssssss,” Siena hissed, pressing back against him with equal vigour. Her sphincter clenched, relaxed, and clenched again. The spasms were felt in every surge of pressure against his groin, squishy cheeks flattening, and seen in the trembling of her back muscles.
He came and came, as if the morning service had never happened, as if this was the first time he came today, as if he hadn’t cum in weeks. “Fuck,” he whispered, between lucidity and orgasmic insanity. The latter ebbed away. His breathing calmed. The tightening waned.
John pulled out. Siena breathed raggedly, her widened backdoor continuing to twitch with the rest of her. Running his fingertips over her ass, John felt the muscles underneath harden and relax, watched the roundness change shape accordingly, and then delivered another swat for good measure. Siena let out a pleased, throaty laugh. She bit her lower lip, gazed back at him, and then experienced her last little spasm when he put the butt plug back where it belonged. The pearls, similarly, were pulled back into place, digging into her cunt in all the right ways. Siena sighed with every little motion.
“This time you don’t stop until I tell you to,” John said, while he got back up. A hand on the back of her head guided Siena towards his crotch. Having just been in her ass was not an issue for an elemental that had nothing filthy going on with that hole, so getting her right back to a blowjob was just good nature.
“We’ll see,” Siena whispered back, before extending her tongue. The monstrously long, deep blue muscle slithered down the underside of his cock. Feeling his weight, she pressed up against him.
While John was getting serviced by his lovely assistant, he turned his attention to the patiently waiting harem. They all looked back at him, the roleplay mixing with their underlying desire to feel what Siena was feeling – and more.
‘It would be a waste not to take this opportunity,’ John thought, looking at the ropes presented to him and the harnesses on their bodies. The room was filled with very conveniently shaped trees, their branches too perfect to serve as the anchoring points for various knots to ignore or be coincidence. After an orgy of maids during Christmas and the pillory action last year, this year the theme was bondage in the rope sense. “Wait here.”
“Yes, Master,” Siena said, remaining on her knees while he stepped away. He got a quick lay of the land, of how large the Sex Dungeon in this form was, what clearings there were in the forest, what the haremettes had placed for him to find and what he could surprise them with. A plan swiftly formed.
In his mind, he swiftly split the harem into four groups of ramping enjoyment for pain and submission. As always, their signing away of their autonomy for the evening was entirely hitched to their trust he wouldn’t abuse such privileges. Even if he, by their words, was in his rights to spank Nightingale until she was red, the harpy did not enjoy that treatment and so he would not. Nothing more satisfying than a partner that felt good, after all.
‘This will work,’ John thought to himself, then got into mental contact with Siena, to share his plan with her. ‘We’ll start with the most vanilla and go from there.’
‘Wonderful plan,’ his assistant agreed.
