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The Gamer Chapter 1352 – Taking eLs in the morning
🕑 Added 2022-12-20 20:57:39 +0000 UTCJohn was still tending to his submissives. Lee and Eliana were cuddled up against him in the bedroom, while Lorelei had been made to join Delicia in the living room. Two submissives hung from the ceiling, two from his arms. He had pumped a couple of loads into the former pair while the latter pair had taken a shower. Now Lorelei and Delicia were getting teased to borderline insanity by remote control vibrators in both their holes and he was having snuggles with the two clean, short girls. As far as John was concerned, all was right in the world.
They laid together under a thin silk blanket. Since bringing themselves down to regular capabilities, most of the women in John’s harem had grown considerably more appreciative of Rave’s choice of thermostat. “Fuck, you’re like a living heater,” Eliana sighed thankfully.
Comments like that had also become more frequent. Cuddles were done for comfort and warmth. They sought out the presence of one another in the twilight of the dimmed lights. A candle flickered on a distant night stand, filling the room with a soft, chocolate smell. They were warm and happy in the soft pillows.
“Can I get as massive as a fucking blue whale in krill hell?” Eliana asked, her words as crass as ever in their choice but soft in their intonation.
“Depends, do you want less of this?” John squeezed her ass firmly. Not once while they cuddled had he kept his hands to himself. Why would he? He could lay there and grope them, safe in the knowledge that they were there for him and they returned the touch in kind. “Or this?” The hand travelled a bit further, until he felt her moist pussy lips. Eliana sighed wantonly at even the slight touch. Even there, his hand did not linger, instead moving on to her midriff. The little bumps of her muscles shifted under her smooth skin. “I love you like this. I feel like a dime I’d throw at this stomach would come back at me with the speed of a bullet. Plus…” he went a bit further, to where the Lover’s Will mark was, “…I want to see your belly curve when our child grows within you.”
Eliana bit her lower lip and let out an agreeing sound. It was almost swallowed by the voices coming from the TV, so John decreased the volume through Travel Computing. Not like they were really listening anyway. With the volume decreasing, the beautiful sounds of their breathing took precedent. John could lose himself in those patterns.
On the other side, Lee swung her right leg above John’s. The thunder thighs of the girl, taller than Eliana yet still so much smaller than John, pressed against him. Even after her training, she was still less gifted in that department than Eliana, whose legs were thickness of almost absurd proportion. Lee’s fingers gently rubbed behind his ear, sending little tingles through him.
“You like the idea too?” John asked, caressing Lee’s belly in turn. Her midriff was just as defined as Eliana’s, even if their individual strength was worlds apart. John was happy that way. As awesome as it was to marvel at Metra’s toned midriff, that perfect fusion of showing muscles and taut skin, he did still prefer them lithe. Lee had shaped herself for him and he would read her every wish from her lips. It was what let him fall asleep smiling.
“Not like I’d ever pretend you’re not knocking me up one day, dude.” Lee playfully rolled her eyes, then kissed him on the cheek. She lingered for a bit, kissing him a second, then a third time, and each time John laughed softly. “My parents wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I didn’t spawn at least one crying little ball of snot.”
John snorted, while Eliana complained, “Fuck you, babies are adorable, don’t insult them!”
“I can think they’re adorable while admitting they spread diseases like mad.”
“An unanticipated topic to enter the room to.” Lydia casually entered and pulled her top over her head. She tossed it aside, revealing her typical harem lingerie underneath. The bra did not cover anything, only served as a black underline of her decently sized breasts. Same could be said for the panties she wore, a notable gap above her hairless cunt. A pair of expensively intricate stockings were held up by a firmly sitting garter belt. Framed by panties and belt was her Lover’s Will mark. John saw her and his maids like this frequently, but he could never get tired of it.
Lydia must have been thinking something similar, standing at the foot of the bed and staring at them. In terms of naked skin, only John’s upper chest and the heads of the two girls were visible. The light silk hid little, however, settled on the curves of the sideway resting girls, showing off the shape of their butts and thighs. There were constant movements under the sheets, where two girls had one hand wrapped around his cock and pumped in unison.
“You’re standing in the way, Lyly,” Lee called out.
Turning her head halfway, the queen acknowledged the existence of the TV. Without moving from her spot, she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “You are meaning to make me believe you were watching that? If you lie, I will take your spot.”
Lee elected to just not answer, although her incapability to suppress a cheeky smile said it all. Shaking her head Lydia climbed into the bed, crawling the two metres from the foot of the bed to where they were resting. Invitingly, John kicked up the blanket and half the copper-haired royal vanished under it.
A moment later, hands were withdrawn. Lee and Eliana saw themselves at the bottom of the harem’s sexual hierarchy and Lydia was somewhere close to the top. More assertive than most and often happy to support John in his domming efforts over getting dommed herself, she was one of the less BDSM enthusiastic haremettes. She did enjoy this status though, and the wordless deference that was given to her by those lower on the loose hierarchy.
“And we were having such… a romantic little time,” John groaned, while Lydia’s tongue travelled up his manhood. She kissed her way back down to his balls and gave them a venerating little suck. Depraved inhales of his scent accompanied the sensation of her face pressing against his manhood. While her palm rubbed his lubricated knob, her voice came from under the sheet.
“You expect me to believe a cock this drenched comes from time spent whispering sweet nothings and nothing else?” It was strangely erotic to not see her as she talked. Well, not see anything besides her round butt, raised up, with the straps of the garter belt digging into it. Lydia licked a fresh drop of pre-cum from the tip. “Delicious. Ah, my love, every day apart is a day of untended urges and a disquieted soul.”
“It is indeed,” John agreed strongly. Lydia shifted under sheets, turning to John’s right. Lee raised her leg off his, then moaned softly when the queen’s lips touched her quim. “How appreciative of her, wouldn’t you say?” the Gamer asked the young Fateweaver and cupped one of her petite breasts.
“U-huh.” Lee’s tongue extended, following her agreement. Spine curved, hands travelled over John’s chest, as she moaned. With the grace of a dancer, a grace they had given the indoors pet through extensive training, she moved her hips back and forth, gyrating against Lydia’s tongue.
“Master, should your cock be unattended?” Eliana asked, her voice now that submissive little whisper she typically used when he was taking care of her. Her expression reflected her surrender to his will. Big puppy eyes and lips softly parted, ready to be filled with a playful finger or pushed over his cock.
“Don’t worry about me, and speak freely, I’m stringing you up later,” John told her and leaned over to kiss her. It was always tempting to do whatever he wanted to her body, but tender moments with her had to be enjoyed. His left hand journeyed back around over the swing of her hips and to her cunt.
“Ffffuuuuck yesssss,” the pretty little psycho hissed when two fingers sunk into her eager little cunt. She snuggled against him, humped his leg, grinded her wet clit against him in an action she would have never taken without express orders, had she played the part of the submissive. Glassy eyes stared into glassy eyes, the white-blue haired girl staring into the hazel irises of Lee. “You beautiful… slut.”
“Don’t… talk to me like that… cunt…” Lee cussed back, like years of gaming banter had taught her, between moans. “How about you turn those lovely cries… all the way… so John can hear… that you are a well-trained hole?”
“I’m a bunch of… well-trained… hollllllesssssss…!” Eliana returned, her voice rising in volume and pitch – from pleasure and advice. “Fuck, you are the cutest around here!”
“Nuh-uh!” Lee denied, her own moans growing more intense. Both girls were letting a hand wander over John’s chest, until they found each other above his sternum. Their fingers intertwined deeply. “By Gaia, we are degenerates!” Lee shouted, half-moaning, half-laughing.
“I’ll forgive you,” John stated, causing the two short girls to direct their eyes at him. Glassy with lust and with the light of adoration within them, they beheld him until they came in unison. Eliana pressed all she was more tightly against him, while shivers of pleasure rippled through her nubile form. Lee’s head rolled on his shoulder. Her lower lips were pressed against Lydia’s red mouth. John could see it before his mind’s eye, having observed it many times before from many angles.
“Oh… yes… yes, right there… don’t stop…” Lee begged throughout her orgasm, crying loudly as she hit the peak.
Eliana said nothing. Her tongue was too occupied whirling around John’s. Claiming her lips had been the most natural thing. Down below, her sticky, tight cunt was twitching around his fingers. How she took his cock in that little hole all the time was a mystery. “Good girl,” he whispered to her, before turning his head and kissing Lee.
Orgasms ebbed away. Movement under the sheets pushed the thighs of Eliana away from John, to be swiftly replaced by the straddling legs of the perpetrator. Lydia emerged from the top of the sheets, framed his face and pulled him away from Lee’s lips and towards her own. The often citrusy, metallic taste of her lips was overpowered by the minty sweetness of the shampoo Lee had ‘borrowed’ from Rave.
While they made out, the queen’s hips gyrated, rubbing wet pussy lips all over his erect cock. John groaned, demandingly, needing to be inside her. Obliging swiftly, Lydia slid up a little bit further, then impaled herself on the way back.
They both cried out, sounds muffled by their continued kiss. “Fuck, aren’t they gorgeous? I bet I never look that cute when I ride him.”
“Is that why you always want to be the bottom?”
“Yeah! Like you’re any different, mating-press-addicted-little-whore.”
“Dunno, I think riding him can be pretty fun,” Lee responded. The two were still panting, but that did not prevent their banter nor them exploring Lydia’s body. “Ooof course she wears one,” Lee joked and John felt the nearby movement of a sizable plug in Lydia’s neighbouring hole. In and out it pumped, riling the queen up into a moaning frenzy. “That makes three of us.”
“Fuck, I love us all,” Eliana whispered under hushed breath.
That made Lydia and John break the kiss. The queen was swifter to speak. “Did you just successfully say you loved yourself?” she wanted to know.
“N-no…” Eliana stammered and blushed. “Just… the collective.”
“That you are a part of,” John pointed out.
“Shut the fuck up!” Eliana assaulted him with her lips, before he could tease her any further. He shot Lydia a glance and she gave him a knowing smile. A smile swiftly replaced by a moaning O-mouth, as she glided back and forth, getting penetrated both by his enormous cock and the toy Lee was wiggling for her.
It took only a few seconds for John to cross the point of no return. He had been getting close when she entered and there was no holding this back. The quivering quim embraced him even tighter than her tits were pressed on his chest. “Cum for me, my love!” Lydia goaded him on. “Fill me deeply!”
The words were all he could take. His balls tightened. With an intense groan, the first spurt erupted from the tip of his cock. The queen shouted, growing more rigid with each wave of hot seed pumping into the depths of her cunt. “That’s my beautiful queen,” John whispered, running a hand over her hair.
“I wish I had gorgeous hair like that,” Lee mumbled, combing through her deep brown, almost black mane.
“You have gorgeous hair,” Eliana said, sounding actually offended on Lee’s behalf. “The fuck is wrong with you? Shit is smoother than the bedsheets.”
“Mhmm… ah….” Lydia let out small sounds of enjoyment, then she giggled. “Two blabbermouths you are, not even letting a woman enjoy the seed of our beloved in quietude,” she complained with a smile on her face. She raised her torso, while her hips remained exactly where they were. The sheet rose with her, covering her shoulders like a royal cape, before gliding off her shoulders, leaving everyone revealed. “Ah, how eternally energetic,” Lydia gasped, gyrating her hips softly. “A doubtless blessing in our current situation.”
“How much time do you have today?” John wanted to know, trailing up her smooth sides.
“Enough to sleep off whatever you do to me.” Lydia only laughed when he took firm hold of her waist and used that to reverse the situation. Sounds swiftly turned perverted, when he started hammering her relentlessly. “Yes… yes, that’s it, my love!”
“Fuck, I love it when you do this,” Lee mumbled, rubbing her drenched pussy to the scene. “Hmmm. Love, love, love, my vocabulary is getting drained by cock.”
“Or maybe that’s just all you actually feel,” John suggested. His head was turned to look at her, while Lydia’s arms wrapped around his neck. Her feet were high in the air and she moaned debauchedly into his ear. Turning back to her, he gazed deep into her eyes. “Ready to lose yourself for me, Lydia?”
She smirked and nodded. “Do it all to me, John.” Those six words were the last calm ones she spoke. Rapidly cranking up her sensitivity, he made his sex-deprived nymphomaniac of a queen 3 times as susceptible to pleasure. Pleasure that was already far above what normal men could hope to achieve. “JOoohhnnNNNNnnnnn!” she shouted, her voice rising and falling as the intensity of the experience made her pussy gush. “My… my….-“
The Gamer hugged her tightly, pressing her face against his shoulder while he pounded her hard and fast. “Can you get any sexier, you fucking stud?!” Eliana’s voice was a breathy, quiet version of itself. She joined in on the fun by muffling Lydia’s cries with her lips.
“Cum,” John quietly whispered in the queen’s ear. What was a cry turned into a barely contained shout. The monarch was all spasms now. Each time John plunged into her, order and physical reality joined into a multi-orgasmic peak. The gushing of her cunt was constant, staining the expensive sheets.
For minutes on end, John did nothing but pound her. Thigh and bubble butt cushioned every impact. He could feel them jiggle from the force, just like he felt her entire body rocking forwards each time he slammed to the hilt into her. The hold she maintained pulled her back a little bit when he prepared his next thrust, before the majority of his manhood was out of her – only to be back inside her within the second.
The kiss to John’s right broke with a loud “MWAH!” and Eliana cackled loudly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I love being screwed up in the head! Watching you pound her is so fucking HOT!” Plunging two fingers into her cunt, Eliana laid next to them and groaned like an animal in heat.
On the other side, Lee looked much the same. The sounds from her were more graceful, but the zealotry with which she masturbated was much the same. Both hands were stuck between her clenched thighs, while she shamelessly pleasured herself to the sight of her man.
“Cum all over us!” Lydia cried out. A desperate plea. “Please, I want to… I want to share your delicious seed!”
John hadn’t even noticed how close he was now. The moment her begging registered, he pulled out. Lydia’s long legs fell onto the mattress. Swiftly, he straddled her chest. Lee and Eliana pulled closely together, the three gorgeous women face to face under him. The submissives were red-faced with lust, expressions delighted, while Lydia was half-mad from repeated orgasms. In a haze, she bowed forwards, enveloped his cock with lips and hands, and pumped up and down his erection at rapid speed.
“Yes, just like that!” John encouraged her to continue, feeling his orgasm building. “God, is there anyone more blessed than me?”
“Right here,” Lee purred and leaned in, replacing one of Lydia’s hands with her lips.
“Fuck god and blessings, I’m living the best life,” Eliana echoed the sentiment, taking the other side of his shaft. The two supported Lydia while she bobbed up and down, taking the slow thrusts of her lover. In his greed, John pushed his cock all the way down her throat. Behind him, Lydia’s hips rose high from the bedsheets. The deep penetration of her sensitive mouth was the last she could take and she squirted all over the bed. Her eyes rolled up, her entire body seized up and John barely managed to pull his cock back out before his balls tightened.
Cum surged from the tip of his cock, blasting all over the faces of his eagerly awaiting loves. Extended tongues caught much of it, pushing the two masturbating shorties over the edge, while driving the dumb-fucked queen further into her ecstasy. Rope after rope of cum adorned their attractive features, while they moaned in gratitude for the cum they had received.
Lydia could not even lick the last drops from the tip of his shaft. Collapsing fully onto the bed, she left that task for Lee and Eliana. “Yeessshhhh,” Lee failed to veil her thankfulness for that fact while she and Eliana licked up and down his shaft. They milked every last drop still inside him from the tip, sucking the head in turn.
“Good girls,” John said, when his lust was starting to calm down to normal levels. Amused, he looked at Lydia, passed out in the cushions. While Eliana and Lee cleaned her off with their tongues and steamed towels, he moved over to the scented candle. It had extinguished in the meantime. Soon, the scent of chocolate again filled the room and he laid down a bit away from Lydia, with Eliana and Lee joining him after they had cleaned themselves as well
“Best life ever,” Lee said, when she laid back down by his side. “No cap.”
