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The Gamer Chapter 1290 – Nightingale Finalewd – Harem Harpy Traditions
🕑 Added 2022-09-17 14:49:39 +0000 UTCJohn entered an absolute dreamscape.
All 19 women of his beautiful harem were present. Rave, Aclysia, Nathalia, Eliana, Gnome, Salamander, Undine, Sylph, Momo, Lydia, Nia, Siena, Metra, Scarlett, Beatrice, Lorelei, Lee, Nightingale, and Claire. A large group of women, all distinct in their looks and personality. Sure, some shared a few or even many traits, but none were truly like another. Even in the case of Aclysia and Beatrice, their body language differentiated them more than the length of their hair.
All naked, clean, and waiting for him, they had formed a line behind the living room door. The Couch accommodated them, having turned around on its own accord. Right now, no one was sitting. Sylph was quickly pulled into her appropriate spot in the row. The order seemed arbitrary at first glance, but John knew they had sorted themselves by the time he had met them. Well, almost by that. Some of the elementals stood in not the perfect spot, largely because a few of them hadn’t considered themselves to be who they were now back when they were at Tier 1.
That minor detail aside, John was looking at a fantastic line-up of all of the women he held dearest in life. Their gorgeous faces met him with expressions of adoration and joy, their bodies were shamelessly presented to him. Some even went as far as to flaunt what assets they could, without turning around.
Sylph, having taken her place, had already dismissed her clothes. Executively, John decided to do the same. He would not have the patience for any slow strip action. While his eyes wandered between all of them, nineteen pairs of eyes devoured him and only him. All eventually got stuck on his cock, erect and pulsing. Pre-cum dribbled from the tip and the cunts of the haremettes were no different. The more depraved members began to pant, the most submissive instinctively put their hands behind their backs, the least patient shifted from one leg to another, while the most composed kept themselves to biting their lower lips. Those were broad strokes, often overlapping. Universal was that they began to turn wet. For some, this happened so rapidly that drops ran down the inside of their thighs before Nightingale stepped forward.
John had seen her naked many times. That moonlight white skin, barely illuminated in the deliberate twilight of the living room, and her slender curves were nothing new to him. Yet, they were as seductive as the first time he had seen her, from her petite breasts to the balanced swing of her hips. The many crescent and star symbols that were part of her had now been joined by the Lover’s Will mark above where her womb was.
“A typical harpy has other lovers of her man,” the goddess of the night told her fellow haremettes. “Whether we join or are joined, we appreciate and we love together. A harem is our norm, to live harmoniously with other women is our goal. Due to this, it is common practice that, when we do join a harem, we share kisses with all haremettes and serve the man’s needs together.”
“You didn’t do the first part while I was away, did you?” John made sure.
“No, my beloved.” Nightingale calmed his nerves immediately. “I knew you would desire to see. Further, your boundless stamina opens the possibility of combining kiss and service.”
“I do like the sound of that,” John hummed. “So, what do you suggest?”
“You and I will enter the bedroom.” Nightingale slowly walked towards him, swinging her hips as much as her digitigrade legs allowed. “One after another your other loves will join us, in the order which the matriarch chose.” Rave waved awkwardly, due to the title. “Each of them will let you taste bliss with me and once all have wet your cock, all are there to witness, you shall deflower me in whatever way you desire.”
John did not even have to comment whether he was in or not, he just kissed Nightingale one more time. It wasn’t a short kiss, nor was it withheld in any way. Pushing her against the wall, confining her between himself and the hard place, he greedily devoured her mouth. Soon she started to moan, soon her lips had the sticky sweetness of her excitement, and soon she shouted into his mouth, as the teasing of her gums triggered a sudden orgasm.
There weren’t many women with mouths so sensitive they could orgasm from giving blowjobs alone and there were even fewer that could do so just from kissing. As a matter of fact, it was only Nightingale, Siena and, when she felt like it, Undine. All three had connections to the element of shadow. Whether that was coincidence or not was up for debate.
A debate John did not have the mind space for. His dick was harder than diamond and if he denied himself pleasure any longer, he would have slammed into Nightingale’s cunt before doing anything else. Suddenly pulling away from the kiss, he watched the harpy gasp for air. She almost glided down the wall. One word managed to keep her upright, “Follow.”
John was in a particularly dominant mood now, because of what he had heard the next hour or two of his life would consist of. Stumbling after him, moaning with each step, the harpy entered the bedroom behind him. Once she was inside, the Gamer closed the door. This would take a while and to have the haremettes down the line listen to it all while they waited was more torture than even John dared to inflict – particularly because he let them all know, with a warning glare, that they were not allowed to masturbate.
This was service for him, by Nightingale’s description, and he would use it that way.
“Do you not wish to call Jane in?” the harpy wondered.
“No,” John responded firmly. “Don’t question me again. I know what service I want.” Shuddering wantonly, the harpy nodded and watched him sit down on the edge of the harem sized bed. “First, I’ll have a taste of you and only you.” He pointed at the floor in front of him.
Hastening over, the harpy soon knelt on the floor. A strip of a firm material, similar to what they used in bicycle seats, ran around the edge of the bed exactly for this purpose, to support the kneeling person’s knees while she did as her Master demanded. Black lips wrapped around John’s pulsing manhood. Gasping at the softness and the sensation of it turning into a tight seal, the Gamer already knew he would not last long. What he was going to receive, what he had just added to his harem, it was too erotic for his sensitivity to remain within reasonable bounds.
Nightingale slowly glided down his dry shaft. Her tongue swirled around him for as long as it could, mixing her sticky mouth juices with his precum. An intense moan reverberated in her lips, when the tip pushed into her throat. Twitching folds were all around him, clenched around his dick even as it was sucked deeper inside by a harpy whose eyelids were fluttering.
Impatient, John grabbed her by her black mane and slammed her all the way down immediately. Nightingale came on the spot, even more sensitive than John was now – for emotional and Lover’s Will related reasons. Refusing to get lost in her own bliss, the goddess concentrated on what was really important here: him.
Even with his grip loosened, the harpy knew exactly how he liked his cock sucked. Similarly, she knew how close he was already. He made no secret of it, groaning and gasping in all the telling ways. Up and down, she bobbed, venerating every centimetre of him with tongue, lips and throat. Excess of her sticky juices messily ran down her chin. Her gown fluffed up and settled down, wave after wave of pleasure visibly travelling through her body as she sheathed him repeatedly in her pussy-like throat. Louder and louder she moaned, eager to let him hear her own enjoyment – until they both came.
The bliss of cumming down a new haremette’s throat was not diminished at all by this being a mouth he had used many times before. The folds pulsed around him, just like his shaft as spurt for spurt went down her throat. Her eyelids fluttered, but the orgasm was not strong enough to rob her of her mind just yet. Whether that would remain through the next 18 instances of her service remained to be seen.
Minding her own plan, Nightingale slowly glided upwards. With her tongue, she massaged the last few drops out. Then, John completely pulled out and retreated further into the bed. He grabbed one of the many, seldomly used pillows. A firm one, which would serve nicely as support for his upper back. He would enjoy the harem service with complete relaxation.
Still, he needed to lift a finger to open the Harem Comms and type out to Rave that she was to enter now. This was how he could call them at his convenience. “Alrighty then.” His girlfriend grinned lewdly. “Lets get this party started.”
The harpy and the catgirl climbed on the bed, prowling towards his cock and immediately turning to worship it on their arrival. Rave was hungry and Nightingale’s first taste had left her wanting in her own way. While the head of the harem moved hastily, the newcomer supported with slow, methodical movements. One knew her time was limited, the other knew she would have to last a while, and both knew that this would take a long time without any of them drawing it out.
John had his hands folded behind his head, watching glossy pink and black lips nearly touch, with his girthy shaft between them. Rave claimed his dick the majority of the time, with Nightingale relegated to support. The harpy’s throat obviously felt better, but Rave was a dick sucking master in her own right, especially when it came to him.
Never keeping track of the time, only indulging in the pleasure, John did not know how long he lasted. His bliss mounted, his groans gave it away, and Rave slid up until only his glans was enveloped by her lips. Venerating, Nightingale kept working his shaft with lips and coiled tongue, as he came into his girlfriend’s mouth.
She managed to keep all of it inside, until she let him pop out of her lips and a little stream escaped. Presenting what she had gathered to him, Rave winked, then turned to Nightingale. The harpy licked the excess off Rave’s chin and then engaged in a deep kiss. Semen was swapped back and forth, as both moaned from the orgasmic pleasure the gulps brought them.
Once the last drop was down, the two gorgeous haremettes showed the clean insides of their mouths. Even in the twilight, John could see the demanding twitches at the back of Nightingale’s throat. Still, the harpy was composed.
“Seventeen to go, tiger,” Rave purred, as she crawled off to the side of the bed. There was enough space for the entire harem to watch, but it would get cramped. John would have to consider an even bigger bed if the harem expansion continued. “May I touch myself while ya keep going?”
“Yes, and don’t dare be quiet,” John told her. His girlfriend remained in his field of view and began to masturbate at a leisurely pace. That was guaranteed to change as more haremettes joined her on the bed. He called in Aclysia.
The diligence of the first maid was retained until she got to work on his cock. Two monstrously long tongues coiled around his shaft, one moving with calm veneration and the other with zealous worship. Despite her extreme eagerness, past the tongue foreplay, Aclysia shared the time equally with her fellow haremette, as they took turns deepthroating him.
When he was close, they moved up and down together, in perfect unison, until he could truly hold on no more. Giving Nightingale the honour, Aclysia tended to his balls and base, while John let his orgasm wash through him. Eagerly, they kissed afterwards, making out until the last drop was down their throats. Nightingale kept her mouth presented for a bit longer than was expected afterwards.
Nathalia was third and she decided to give this a replay of a previous engagement. Truly titanic tits were wrapped around his shaft, Nightingale’s face pressed into the cleavage to work the tip while her tongue coiled around the rest. Two goddesses utterly depraved themselves and moaned loudly as the stimulation of their supernaturally sensitive bits brought them to several orgasms before John came again.
Pumping the harpy full with another load, he saw her eyes roll behind her eyelids for half a second before she composed herself again. Shaking tits and massaging tongue wrung every last drop from him, until the goddesses decided it was time for their kiss. Nathalia greedily taxed what the harpy had gathered, while her tits continued to massage him.
When they were done, and that fact proven by another presentation of open mouths, Eliana was called in. Submissive as the pretty little psycho was, left to her own devices her blowjobs could be quite aggressive. Both her and the harpy were naturals though and, as little as their styles of pleasing him agreed, their instincts at doing so soon found a working rhythm. From rapid bobbing to selective pressuring of his sensitive spots, his dick was worked in two distinct ways that both sent him on a quick road to orgasm.
The good girl got to gather his seed inside her. John decreed so without words, only the lazy placing of his hand on Eliana’s head when he was about to burst. Spurt for spurt, he filled up her mouth, until the kiss followed. It was adorable, the sheepish way they made out, until Eliana’s aggressive side overpowered her submissive one and they tongue-whirlingly passed his cum back and forth until nothing was left.
Sheepish was also apt for the way Gnome stepped into the room when it was her turn. With some mild encouragement, and visible excitement due to the audience, she followed Nightingale’s lead on what to do. This was despite the season elemental having incredible experience when it came to this particular activity. The women all around, so far keeping to masturbating, with only the occasional kiss between them, spurred Gnome on with praise and bullying.
After a few minutes, her efforts bore fruit and Gnome got to milk him for another load. Nighingale was whispering sweet things in her ear, while the earth spirit’s anxiety melted away into the pleased face of a good girl with a mouth full of delicious semen. In front of everyone, Nightingale claimed Gnome’s lips, the two of them embracing one another with wings and arms, until all was spent and they gazed at each other dreamily, now sisters in the harem.
“Let’s stop with this mellow shit and get to some melon tits!” Salamander declared, after she had entered the room to the aftermath of that lovey-dovey scene. Effectively mimicking Nathalia, which the dragoness let her know, the apocalypse elemental used her tits rather than her mouth to share John’s cock with Nightingale. Neither he nor the goddess of the night minded, at all, that she had to press her face between a pair of massive mammaries again.
When he came, he came all over their faces and Salamander’s cleavage. It was a lot messier and took longer. Nightingale only put up the slightest bit of protest to this unorthodox approach to the tradition, while lapping the cum off the fire spirit’s red skin. John’s cock was stuck between kneading tits, until the last drop was licked off and a deep kiss followed between the two.
Undine entered the room, her expression neutral. John could sense her considering her options, mostly because she was actively putting them to his mind and feeling out his reactions. Settling on the predictable, she transformed into Nightingale’s likeness. Mirroring the approach of the harpy was easily done, as the two had similar ways of cock worship to begin with. Both leaned heavily on their natural inclination, both were largely methodical in the way they pleased, and both could orgasm from their throat – and did so repeatedly on their path of making John cum again.
When it came to the semen-swapping kiss, after having filled Nightingale’s mouth, the two made out. In the middle of their measured making-out, Undine reverted to her normal form. The antlered slime girl took all she desired, showing some of her more aggressive sides. Even if she rarely got to show it, she was a switch with a sadistic streak.
John had barely dropped the message for the next girl, that Sylph burst in. She made it all the way to his cock, before remembering she had to close the door, dashing back, and then finally taking his dick into her mouth, all in less than three seconds. Not even noticing she was monopolizing his dick for the first minute, the cock-starved nymphomaniac managed to babble something like an apology. Nightingale gave her the go ahead to continue this way, tending only to John’s ever-filled balls.
The little break was doubtlessly good for Nightingale’s mind, even if it stayed pretty short. Sylph had all the hunger that could be anticipated and bobbed her head like his dick was the only thing that kept her from dying of thirst. In a way, that wasn’t a metaphor. When he filled the tiny woman’s mouth with his seed, her pussy gushed visibly. Barely she held it in, then hastily engaged in a sloppy kiss with Nightingale. Drops of cum were wasted, spilling over their chins. Nightingale was helpless to stop it, as the arcvolt elemental kissed her with enough intensity to make the cum-fueled orgasm one of three that accompanied their first making out.
Suddenly sated, Sylph dashed away to make room for the next girl. She flew over to Nathalia, pressing her face between the legs of her fellow haremette, and somehow roped Salamander into it within fifty words. Squished between two hot, soft places, Sylph was at the centre of the first lesbian side-engagement of the orgy. It would not stay the only one and the moans and wet grips of the haremettes filled the room as much as the sweet fragrances of their bodies.
Entering the room with a thin veneer of disinterest on her face, Momo totally did not take the quickest route to his dick. John barely got to see anything of what happened with his dick, as the fairy maid reclaimed some of her face sitting time. All he could feel downstairs was a nicely ordered back and forth, and the occasional brush of air over his wet cock from spoken words of appreciation he pretended not to hear.
From the angle, he knew in whose mouth his dick was when he came again. Momo moaned loudly; John was diligently eating her delicious pussy out. Only when Nightingale was done catching his seed did she move. Blushing and continuing regardless, Momo pressed her lips on those of the harpy, initiating a minute of continuous kissing and moaning. As quickly as her active mind allowed, the fairy maid pulled back, leaving a thoroughly dishevelled Nightingale behind.
Beginning a stretch that John was thoroughly looking forward to, Lydia entered. Even if Nightingale was the new queen of blowjobs in his harem, getting blowjobs from a queen with a super sensitive throat was always its own delight. Lydia dictated the tempo, pushing Nightingale once more into the supportive role that she so readily took. Together, the orally-blessed women brought themselves to many an orgasm and then him.
Nightingale gulped down the first wave of cum, before noticing what she had done. The lapse in self-control made her pale skin red with embarrassment, a colour that only changed subtly in tint when she kissed Lydia’s perfect, red lips. Of the many kisses, this was one John had looked forward to the most. They both had such sultrily shaped mouths and seeing them meet was wonderful – particularly because Nightingale’s ladylike behaviour was broken down, orgasm by orgasm.
Second in the stretch was Nia. The pariah didn’t even open the door, she just popped into existence next to Nightingale and put John’s ceaselessly erect dick in her mouth. Nightingale was too far down the multi-orgasmic rabbit hole to mind the presence of her antithesis and instead supported Nia immediately. In her own way, Nia was sensitive to blowjobs. Her ability to sense mana was hijacked by lust and love, turning every moment of contact with his dick, particularly the penetrating kind, into a signal of pleasure. Due to this, the pariah could get off on giving blowjobs in her own way.
As a matter of fact, she got off during deepthroating a lot easier than any other girl, since she didn’t require any movement at all. It felt better when there was some, though.
She and Nightingale found a simple working rhythm: to change whenever one of them came. Back and forth, they swapped. Nia’s stretches were typically shorter – unsurprisingly. She had been part of his harem for a lot longer and the Newman Effect had thus upped her Libido considerably. Either way, they both worked hard to get him off. Nia with her typical, focused attitude, Nightingale with considerably less finesse than she had started with.
The semen that eventually pumped into Nia’s mouth was the reason why the harpy could continue going like this without pause. They soon swapped it back and forth, cumming one more time together from the taste, which also energized them for what would follow. Nia kept her lips connected to Nightingale’s, until the next person entered.
Siena was the last of the stretch John had deeply looked forward to, as she was also the last of the ones in his harem capable of cumming with her throat alone. The temptation to make him cum on the spot, she resisted, instead giving the situation its proper diligence. Although she typically was more teasing about it, fundamentally the shadow spirit also shared the mixture of extreme talent and deliberate effort when it came to her blowjobs. In her current state, Nightingale mostly had the former to give. The two did as Nia before and found a rhythm in their orgasms. To make it not too slanted, and to hasten Nightingale’s orgasmic insanity further along, John upped the harpy’s pleasure to double the norm.
Climax for climax, the two black haired women bobbed on his dick, until he filled Nightingale’s mouth with another load. The struggle to keep herself from gulping it down was eminent on her face and John reminded himself to only cum in the mouths of the remaining six, to prevent any mishaps. Gleefully, he watched the seed be passed back and forth as Nightingale’s initiation continued kiss for kiss.
With great enthusiasm and a wagging tail, Metra strutted into the room. Grinning as she climbed the bed, she crawled over, giving his dick a greeting lick. What followed was a bit awkward and would have been a lot more awkward had she and Nightingale not served together previously. Metra was much more energetic about her service than the harpy. What aided their coordination was Nightingale’s decaying control. As pleasure mounted and thoughts were eroded, instincts took over and the two worshipped his dick together as if it was a long lost idol.
Scratching Metra’s ears as he came, he filled her mouth for the exchange that followed. Nightingale, guided by base desires, met the lips of willing sex slave swiftly and tasted his cum with ever-growing eagerness. The sloppiness of the kiss saw many drops wasted, something John did not mind because of how hot it looked.
Metra joined the now sizable circle of writhing female bodies around John. The harem had attempted to stay in his field of view, but the constant throes of ecstasy had made this impossible. Where he could not see them all, he could hear all their cries. What had been a quiet room not too long ago was now filled with the symphony of bliss that the many voices of his haremettes created.
Scarlett entered and stopped by the bedside, arm’s crossed. Knowing how to answer a challenge, John teleported to her and pinned her down on the bed. He fucked her, hard and fast, for a few minutes, before pulling out and wordlessly moving back to his lying position. Without further resistance, Scarlett tended to his dick with Nightingale. The harpy was all over his manhood, seemingly exhilarated by the taste of another woman on his dick.
The previous fucking made him last shorter than was usual, but that was something he would spank Scarlett for another time. For now, he came in the bratty redhead’s mouth, watched her present his load with defiant obedience, share it with Nightingale with visible enjoyment, and finally both of them present their clean mouths like all had done before them.
Entering with such calm grace that one almost didn’t notice the stickiness between her thighs, Beatrice measuredly joined them on the bed. She and Nightingale gave a simple double blowjob, without gimmicks or quirks beyond what was innate to either of them. All the passive maid cared for was pleasing him and in that she fit perfectly with Nightingale and his current mood.
Holding her by one of her white horns, John came in her mouth. Nightingale was desperate for his next load, giving his shaft long licks while it pulsed and spurted more into Beatrice’s mouth. When she got what she wanted, the passive maid held her close throughout the kiss. Others may have been willing to let a bit go to waste for effect, but not the perfectionist of the party.
Three remained and all three were craving his attention after over two hours of waiting in the living room. More than his attention, they craved to prove their part. With measured steps, Lorelei entered, and nearly immediately stumbled when she was hit by the full force of the entire harem’s lecherous gazes on her hourglass figure. Orgasming just from that, she came before she even got into contact with his dick.
She came many times more, John deliberately staring at her with all of his perverted intent to fuck all of her holes before the day was over and breed her before the end of the next decade. Cumming from sucking him off was not in her realm of possibilities, but that did the trick. Watching her orgasm repeatedly, especially while Nightingale climaxed with his dick in her pussy-esque throat, that made it easy to let go and cum another time.
Nightingale was borderline depraved, with how desperate she was for the next kiss. Lorelei, by accident or by manifesting a little bit of a cheeky side, made the kiss last so long that she gave the harpy another orgasm. When they separated, gooey strands of the harpy’s mouth juices connecting them, the harpy was in a permanent state of erotically gasping for air.
Second to last to enter was Lee. The human woman did not have any attitude, she just wanted to be part of the fun. Instinctively, she took the supportive position, which Nightingale mirrored. The two of them showered him in licks and smooches, until Lee reminded herself that she was senior in the harem and showed some backbone. Once the pecking order was established, the blowjob became a standard and standardly pleasurable affair. Even with all of the oddities of monster girls, a blowjob was always fantastic.
He filled Lee’s mouth before long, giving her all she needed to kiss Nightingale again. They had their first one earlier, but the ritual initiation sealed a bond with all of the deep-seated sexuality of their new relationship.
Last and certainly the neediest of all, Claire entered. The vampire maid tried her best to remain diligent as she entered. The second she gazed upon John, that was undone. She broke out into a desperate sprint, like an addict having spotted her fix, and stuffed his dick down her throat with reckless abandon. It took a hypnotic command to remind her to share. Once that was active, there were no further complications. Both the woman that had waited for so long and the woman that had been given everything for hours agreed to suck his dick with religious fervour and say as much whenever it was the other’s tur ton deepthroat him.
John had to drag Claire up from the base of his cock to unload inside her mouth. Had it not been for the hypnosis, she would have swallowed it all regardless. Greedy, obsessed, unhealthily sexy thing that she was. Still, once she had been commanded self-control, she managed to finish the initiation, being the last of all to share a kiss with the harpy.
Had it not been for a warning gaze, the yandere would have begged to be fucked right then and there. “Join the others,” John ordered her, and she nodded eagerly. The hypnosis told her that there was nothing more intimate than obedience, because he was right there in her thoughts, not just her body. It made all of this work like a charm.
Still gasping, her whole body still trembling with aftershocks, Nightingale awaited his words regarding her. Eyes darting between his face and his cock, lingering on the latter most of the time, she stared with the glassy eyes of the almost gone. They had their sexual entanglements before, many of them had lasted for hours in their own right, but none had been this intense.
John wanted her to taste the bliss of her mind slipping during this first time and he knew exactly how to do that. “On your back,” the Gamer ordered her. She didn’t get to follow, he was already giving her a shove. Exhausted after hours of bobbing, orgasming, deepthroating, and just general action, she put up no resistance. She laid on her back and parted her legs for him, her wings sprawled out beside her.
Rarely had John seen a cunt that wet. The excess pussy juice drew strands between her thighs as they spread open. All of her dark grey pussy lips was drenched and sticky. She hadn’t touched herself nor had gotten anything else to, she was just overflowing with need after orgasm after orgasm from her throat overwhelmed her.
“Say it for me,” John requested, while rubbing his dick against the outer folds. Each little stimulation of her clit made her torso writhe. “Say what you feel – what you want.”
“I want you… I beg that you fuck me,” Nightingale declared, her voice distorted by lust unshackled. “I love you! I love youuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUU!”
Her voice grew louder, as John angled his dick and finally penetrated her pussy with his cock – covered in the kisses and saliva of the entire harem. Her virginal cunt was tight and only got tighter the deeper he penetrated. The harpy came before he was even halfway in. He had long since reverted the increase of her pleasure. Her nerves were simply on fire. Her mind was primed for bliss and that was what she got.
Grabbing her by the hips, he rolled up her lower body as he bowed over. Her ass stuck out between his parted legs; he could feel some of it against his thighs. Mostly, he felt her smooth upper legs though. The more he leaned forward, the more he pressed her into the mattress. His arms were on either side of her face. Excited breathing was pushed out of her nose. She raised her wings to embrace him.
“No.” The harpy froze at that single word. He slammed the rest of the way into her with a loud clap. The wings dropped back onto the bed. “Let them see everything.” Nightingale took her eyes off him for long enough to remind herself where she was. All over the lesbian engagements had slowed to behold the goddess being made John’s woman.
“As you wish, beloved,” Nightingale panted.
John made that the last words she spoke that night.
Yes, she was a virgin, but she was also relaxed and lubricated better than Nathalia at the end of a massage session. Without remorse, John went right into pounding her hard. At first the harpy put on a brave front, then her eyes went wide as she came for the first time. She tried to say something, but her tongue just stretched out. Stretched and stretched, while one orgasm washed over into the next.
John figured out her sensitive spot, while he hammered her relentlessly. The long tongue of the harpy lolled to the side, her eyelids fluttered. Then she suddenly screamed. Her eyes opened wide. They rolled up in her skull. Her pussy clenched and a wave of squirt drenched John’s crotch. It was swiftly followed by a second and third.
None of them made John stop, while he etched the dumb-fucked expression into the lady’s face, just like he was etching the shape of his cock into her mind. All the way to the hilt, he sheathed himself inside her just deflowered pussy, keeping it gushing and her screams loud. High-pitched ecstasy overpowered all other sounds in the room.
Witnessing his lovemaking, the other haremettes were gradually riled up, back into further action. However, for the most part, they were tending only to themselves, feverishly masturbating while continuing to watch him pound the pale songbird into a total shutdown of all thoughts.
There was nothing refined about her expression. She was stained with cum and other fluids, her hair was sticky, her irises only half visible, and her long tongue stupidly hung past her lips. Each time he slammed into her, her petite tits jiggled. Her thighs and ass cushioned the blows. John wished he could have put the mating in this press, but slamming repeatedly into her gushing cunt was all he could do for tonight.
Slamming into her over and over again, listening to her cries, to her blissful gasps and shouts. Smirking, John looked down at his newest woman and brushed some of the strands out of her face to watch her truly derailed face. She had been so close to her mind breaking after the hours of sucking his cock that some intense effort pushed her over the edge without issue.
Again, she squirted. Her spine arched, her plumage was shivering, the tip of her tongue twitched. Again, she squirted. John was at the top of his game and he listened to every last one of her cries carefully. There was no way a woman this far fucked from thought could hide any impulses triggered from hitting sensitive spots. Again, she squirted. John kept on and suppressed his instinct to choke her. She would not have enjoyed that and that, above everything else, was what John was guided by.
Hard and fast, he retained his speed. He found the perfect angle and just wrecked her by virtue of his stamina and attention to detail. Each time he was all the way inside her, he hit a spot that was so deep she probably didn’t even know about it. ‘Plap, plap, plap,’ the depraved sound of smacking against her pussy-juice covered butt filled the room. Her voice had given in. She was all breaths, giggles, and quivering quim now.
After fifteen minutes of consistently wrecking her world, he felt his orgasm rise. Another minute of the unrelenting pace later, he plunged into her one final time and let her womb taste his seed for the first time.
Nigthingale’s voice was jolted back to action for one final scream. Her eyes focused on where they were connected, watching with absolute ecstasy as his dick tensed again and again. Each time, more of his cum pumped into her. The scream ended. Her body didn’t have the power to gush anymore. She was just all orgasmic bliss.
John saw her face, surrounded by the tingling lights of an incredible orgasm. The focus and awareness of his surroundings slowly returned to normality. The tight folds of the harpy continued to twitch around him, massaging every drop out of him.
When he finally pulled out, Nightingale instantly collapsed.
