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The Gamer Chapter 1130 – Back in Black Interlewd – Casual Orgy
🕑 Added 2021-12-14 06:49:11 +0000 UTCStarting an orgy in the harem could be as easy as making his lust noticeable. One wanton gaze across the room, and the horniest haremette around swiftly dashed over. Sylph vaulted over the table and landed on his lap with the grace of an Olympic athlete. The small, sexy woman practically jumped on his cock, taking it into her mouth for a couple of sloppy bobs of her head that spread her saliva all over the rapidly growing erection.
A couple of words were lost as vibrations, while her tiny mouth got stretched out by the girth of his cock. John enjoyed the babbles and the moans, growing in intensity when his precum started flowing and mixing with her saliva. All the way down her tight throat, John felt the pleasuring electricity bounce all through his dick, raising his sensitivity. Just being still in there was dangerous.
Slowly the arcvolt elemental slipped back up his length. What had vanished in her mouth flaccid came back into view at the full respectable size. “Love it,” Sylph gasped, nuzzling against his cock and deeply breathing in his scent. “Love it, love it, love it, love it soooo much. How could… not… want to… have this inside you…?” she repeatedly licked his shaft and balls as she spoke. “I’m so… sooo wet… ohhhh… I need your big… big dick inside… inside my little nympho concubine holes… please, Master… please fuck me… or let me serve you more… whatever… tell me what you want, John… I’ll do everything you want with your fantastic… fantastic cock.”
John was in a lazy mood and that, for a dom, meant that he was feeling a bit of service. “Ride me,” he instructed her, folding his hands behind his head. “Face towards me, I want to see you enjoy my cock.”
“It’ll drive me crazy!” Sylph exclaimed while hovering off the sofa. She repositioned herself in mid-air, then descended, straddling his hips. Her cunt was already dripping wet and, small as she was, his cock started penetrating her before she was even fully back down. “Ohhhh, yes, oh fuck, yes, yes, I love it, I love you!” she professed loudly while sinking down further.
Elemental pussy never stopped being a unique pleasure. Tight walls gripped his cock with overflowing wetness, that much was normal. However, rather than the squirming and spasming of muscle contractions, John felt her magical essence react to the pleasure. It was as if his dick was surrounded by a slowly turning vortex, massaging the entirety of his length in a whirl of motions. Rarely, a little bolt of pleasure would jolt through his cock, causing him to gasp.
Both the frequency of the electricity and the speed of the vortex increased when Sylph started moving. Her pussy reacted to the swiftness of each new penetration, losing or gaining in how fantastic it felt. Energy wasn’t conserved for long. If she ever stopped moving swiftly, her insides would quickly calm down, like the light would quickly go out on a bike if the dynamo was no longer in motion.
John was the bike in this odd metaphor, getting ridden by an arcvolt elemental whose Libido was only outdone by her speed. The tiny woman was insatiable, screaming and babbling, while her jiggly butt and gushing pussy slammed down over and over again. It wasn’t just his pleasure that increased while she stayed rough and rapid, she got more sensitive herself.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh my everything, I love this gi—aaaaaaahhh—nnt cooooock!” she shouted. Hyperventilating from the steady stream of orgasms, she bit her lower lip. The pinkish red of her sultry, full lips was delightfully displaced by her flawless white teeth. The blush spreading through her mildly tanned skin reached all the way to the tip of her pointy ears. Her amber eyes were focused completely on John.
As were his on her naked body. There was a particular pleasure in watching someone of her short stature ride him. Her petite hourglass curves trembled from every impact. Her decently sized breasts jiggled, the hard, pink nipples cut through the air, her thighs jiggled and tensed, all while the outline of his cock repeatedly became visible, traveling up her midriff and up to the Lover’s Will mark. That a woman her size was even capable of taking his cock was owed to her nature.
Sylph had a natural instinct to please him and raised her hands above her head. The rapid up and down transformed into graceful and ever-moving belly dance. The vortex inside her slowed and reacted to the intricate motion by itself becoming more layered. “Sho good,” the arcvolt elemental slurred, her tongue lolling out, making her show a debauched expression that didn’t fit with the elegance with which she rode him.
Completely hypnotized, John couldn’t do anything but stare. Her upper body remained almost stationary. Only the occasional up and down interrupted that skilled stillness. Her hips, however, never stopped moving. Circling and oscillating on his cock, she brought John ever closer to his orgasm. Her narrow waist trembled, the muscles under her smooth skin shifting through various displays of her midriff’s beauty.
John didn’t have to say anything. Sex was one of the few things Sylph paid uninterrupted attention to and she felt his orgasm approach. Her movements became faster, less refined, and the vortex picked up speed again. Her pussy was a constricting storm of massaging gusts and demanding electricity. John could feel the pink and white lightning tingle all the way up his spine. Then, they reached his head and everything was consumed by them,
He came deep inside the tiny nympho, finally bringing an end to her hungry movements and words as she got what she craved for. Mouth opening and closing, fingers clawing at nothing, toes curling, Sylph sat on her summoner’s lap and let his cum fill her. Spurt for spurt, until he had nothing left to give.
A particular blessing of the supernatural way her insides worked was that they slowed down in almost perfect accordance to John’s diminishing climax. Even though he remained hard, courtesy of Source of Satisfaction, he did experience that post-orgasmic clarity. That only gave him enough presence of mind to plan out what he wanted to do next though. Right now, this was just a bit of casual sex in the open. Escalating the scene further would remain easy. Sylph’s loud moans had put the entire room into a mood. Videogames and other activities had been shut off. All over the room were masturbating and eagerly waiting women, ready to pounce at any opportunity.
Or, in the case of a certain red-skinned, large breasted woman, to make an opportunity. “Alright, enough cock-hogging from you!” Salamander declared, lifting Sylph off John’s groin and throwing her down on another corner of the leather couch. Before Sylph could snap out of her post-orgasmic daze or John could protest, Salamander already had her face between her legs. Her monstrously long tongue slithered into the arcvolt elemental’s cunt, tasting the mixture of love juices.
John, untended to, changed from lying to sitting. There was a choice to be made here: either he could get behind Salamander’s raised derriere, grab her tail as a handle, and pound her while she ate Sylph out, or he could continue his lazy streak and see what happened. He went with the latter, still keeping his hands behind his head.
As fun as it was to watch Salamander eat out Sylph, their colours and individual proportions clashed satisfyingly from an aesthetic standpoint, he had to stay with their moans while he looked across the room for someone to come and service him. Not the entire harem was present, only Momo, Nia, Aclysia, Beatrice, and Nathalia, in addition to the two right next to him.
Unsurprisingly, Aclysia was obsessed with coming over. All that had held her back was her waiting for an order. Once she realized that he was waiting for the harem to please him of their own accord, she hurried across so quickly, John wondered for a moment if she would expend her teleport cooldown. Beatrice followed suit in a less outwardly manic, but decisively still needy fashion.
“Serve,” John gave an order of the mundane kind. It failed to activate any of the magical functions associated with his words. They shivered in delight anyway. Kneeling down before him, they were interrupted in eagerly leaning towards his cock by Nathalia forcing her way between them. John had watched the dragoness approach with her swaying hips. That she took centre stage despite being the last to join was just like her, and the maids let it happen.
Perhaps Aclysia wasn’t entirely happy with being delegated to the right side of the arrangement, but she knew that the resulting formation was pleasing to her Master. If he had to choose the three haremettes that looked best next to each other, on their knees, these three would have most likely won. The two maids had always had the twin aesthetic, with their identical faces, mirrored moles beneath their lips, and the smooth horns that extended backwards from the upper edges of their temples. Aclysia’s pair was black, Beatrice’s white, and both were smaller than the segmented ones of Nathalia, who sat between them with glowing orange eyes and light brown skin. Even if her true age couldn’t be found in even a single wrinkle, she did have that ruling aura to her that harmonized nicely with that of the servants next to her. In short: physically and mentally, these three in that formation made for a satisfying combination.
John didn’t need to repeat his order. By now, the many hours under the table had trained Nathalia thoroughly on what position she was to hold when it came to sex with her mate. The dragon goddess submissively averted her eyes and entirely focused on his cock. She was the first to wrap her lips around it. The draconic maids kissed his legs and his balls, when they got the space. They had learned how to not get stuck on one another’s horns by now.
Manoeuvring the Mandala Sphere into place, John got a nice view of the entire room. Next to him, Salamander was still cleaning out Sylph’s pussy, and across the table, Momo and Nia were masturbating. The pariah was sucking on Momo’s fingers while they did so, otherwise their contact was limited to sitting very close to one another.
“Worship my cock,” John gave a new order, still a regular one, wanting to fill the room with more than moans and wet sounds.
Nathalia let it pop out of her mouth, swiftly letting Aclysia take over while she said, “It is the only one I will ever need for the rest of my life. Such a hard, endlessly virile cock… I cannot wait for the day you push it to the hilt inside of me and fill my fertile womb with the intent to breed.”
Salamander kissed her way up Sylph’s body, biting several of her soft bits along the way. When she was all the way up, the arcvolt elemental whispered, “I love you, you big bad red meanie,” and puckered her lips. The fire spirit chuckled, before taking hold of the much smaller woman. The two made out intensely, tongues swirling as they moaned at each other. Hands travelled wildly over exposed curves, wanting to feel as much as they could.
“Master, Master, I… I wish to pleasure you forever,” Aclysia whined when her turn came to an end. “Your cock, your fantastic cock, I love having it in my throat. I love being your cock sleeve.”
Salamander rolled on her back and smirked at the Mandala Sphere. It was clear that she only did it so her summoner could see what was going on with Sylph. The two of them had their thighs arranged in that typical scissoring position now and began tribbing. Salamander’s tail wrapper around her partner’s waist, dictating the tempo.
“Yours,” Beatrice gasped, when she let go of his dick. “It is that it is yours that makes this cock so special. I’m yours to use, my Master.”
The two elementals moaned louder and louder. Pleasuring each other in this fashion was less effective than John’s cock by a mile, but John could hear that the quickness and number of orgasms didn’t matter much. “Mother Fire, you can be so fucking sexy, concubine,” Salamander gasped, causing Sylph to giggle happily.
Minutes passed, lust rose, John paid close attention to the lustful ongoings in the room. “I’m close,” he gasped, the words barely audible. Sylph and Salamander cried in their own orgasm at the same time. They found each other in a renewed kiss, sliding up and down another’s smooth thighs.
His words were still heard and the three dragonesses reacted by pushing tightly together. Nathalia enveloped his cock with her tits for the finale, The softness and heat were directed by her hands, kneading his cock through those sizable bags of lust and dreams. It didn’t take much to finish John off and he exploded all over their faces and the goddess’ cleavage.
Spurt after spurt of white either complimented or contrasted the pale and brown skin it fell upon. Greedily, the three swallowed what landed in their open mouth, tasted what their tongues could reach. Waiting for each bit of seed, moaning as the taste triggered the pleasure receptors in their brains, the trio kept working his cock with hands and tits until the orgasm was over.
“Clean each other,” John instructed. He could have fucked those three, just like he could have fucked Salamander, and he would down the line. Having exorcised his lazy mood, he instead left the trio and the two elementals to their own devices. They wouldn’t run away and would be eager for his return. Just like the two women on the other side of the table were eager for his approach. “Let me sit down,” he requested.
Nia made enough room between herself and Momo that the sassy support got no chance to come up with a quip. Once between them, he pulled both of them close and started making out. Kissing had always been Momo’s weakness, and after thirty seconds of uninterrupted tongue wrestling, she was like putty in his hands.
One way or another, he found his cock between their thighs. Their positions made it near impossible to build up the necessary pressure to make it a proper thigh-fucking, but just feeling the delectable smoothness of their white skin and the juiciness of the flesh was more than enough. Momo’s legs were the thicker of the two, a choice she could make while Nia was bound by her physiology. It didn’t hinder the pariah much, her thighs were fantastic.
Making a spur of the moment decision, John pulled Nia towards his lap. She understood immediately and raised her slender figure. A few seconds and careful aligning later, the pariah gasped, as she sat down on his cock. The silver lines on her back seemed to expand for a moment, when the contact with his magical body stimulated her blank-senses. What usually would have been simple detection became, in her lustful state, pleasure.
Momo leapt at the opportunity to do something else. Ever enthusiastic to play with her fellow women, the sassy support kissed Nia while the blonde began bouncing bootyliciously in John’s lap. They exchanged no words, they had no need for any of that, their bodies understood each other perfectly. Spending so much time in harmony with the same people certainly had its advantages.
In trust, love and lust, they gave each other to the moment. John lost himself in the delighted moans of his haremettes, was entranced by the jiggle of Nia’s ass, and the foresty smell that exuded from Momo at random intensities. He watched Momo play with Nia’s body, squeeze her tits and rub her clit, only to then turn to him and hug him with a deep appreciation that she couldn’t put into words. She didn’t need to.
The steadiness of the motion robbed his sense of time. All he knew was that the moment wouldn’t last forever. There was no loss in that, they would have another one like it within the hour, tomorrow, next week, and next month. He would protect them, make certain that they would forever be there so they could love each other.
With those gentle, satisfied and convicted thoughts, John closed his eyes and rested his head on the backrest. Nia screamed one last time from impaling herself on his cock, then her voice rose all the way to silence. For the third time, John came, pumping a load no less thick and large into Nia’s pussy. Her folds spasmed and tightened around him, loosening between each shiver that went through her.
He let that orgasm slowly subside and remained still for a while after it ended. Nia fell back against him. The short hair atop her head tickled his nose. He moved a bit to clear himself of that. Knowing what was happening, she inched a bit the other way. There was no issue afterwards, and John tightly held onto Momo, who was embarrassed and nevertheless nuzzled against him.
They sat there like that, for about a minute.
Then the orgy continued.
