Nahoa and Sylph mashed their lips together. It was the latest in a series of heated exchanges of saliva. The two shorties were pressing against one another. Hard nipples rubbed against each other. Despite being the notably shorter of the two, Sylph had the larger breasts. It was not a huge margin, the difference of one cup size, and paled in comparison to the difference in their hips. While Sylph was a petite hourglass, Nahoa had the body of a maid. Her bottom flared out obscenely, giving her that pear shape that the Gamer so easily fell for.

If he had to pick a favourite between those two, it probably would have been Sylph. They had been through a lot, while Nahoa was a newcomer to this harem. That being said, John avoided picking favourites and they knew better than to press him on it. It was best for the harmony of the harem.

Just as it was best for the harmony of John’s mind to watch and drool while Nahoa and Sylph kept swapping theirs back and forth. Their cheeks were flushed with intense arousal, lips parted to allow the tongues to wrestle playfully. Nahoa scratched the base of the green bunny ears of the air spirit, whose absurdly long hair twisted in a turbulent breeze no one else felt. Sylph repaid the favour by carefully rubbing the tip of Nahoa’s pointy ears.

Wet moans filled the room, barely making it past the kiss. While making out, their hips moved back and forth. Belly dancers could not have moved with equal grace and would never have been as arousing. Swollen cunts, barely visible from John’s elevated position, glided over smooth skin. Trails of pussy juice had long since marked the territory.

John was utterly entranced by the sight. So entranced, in fact, that he forgot his own arousal over it. Cute girls kissing was just so… so… yes.

“Boop.” A cheeky poke of his manhood pulled his attention from the petite make-out session and redirected it to the gothic slime sitting in front of him. Undine showed him a cool, slightly smug smile. A funny look on her, who usually prioritized looking graceful. None of the women in John’s harem stuck to a single character trait at all times though. They were all self-actualized people. That was what made each of them so interesting.

John was quickly enveloped by the slime’s throat. Lighter than the dark blue liquid Undine consisted of, his cock was visible through the semi-translucent woman. Every bit of him that she took inside he could follow. It started with him being welcomed by constantly adjusting walls and transitioned to his dick being licked, massaged and worshipped by an ocean of tendrils. It was an alien sensation. John could only liken it to how it must have felt like to be inside a sea anemone. A fitting comparison, considering Undine’s deep sea thematic.

No matter how alien it was, it also felt incredibly good.

John grabbed one of Undine’s antlers. The forked horn made for a perfect handle, guiding the slime lady up and down his manhood. Gradually, accompanied by the sound of vacuum seals breaking, she glided up half his shaft, then went all the way back down. Her dark lips looked gorgeous, pressed up against his smooth groin.

Was there a need for her to bob like this? No. The squirming of her insides provided both of them all the pleasure they could have desired. Each of the manifold tendrils was its own concentration of erogenous spots. Watery drool dripped from Undine’s chin, her overflowing arousal manifesting as juices dripping from both upper and lower lips. There was no need for her to bob in addition to this service. John just preferred it that way.

His eyes drifted back to the make out session. While Sylph and Nahoa were still rocking back and forth on each other’s thighs, the bunny girl of the duo was now moaning into the open air. Nahoa’s head was turned, finding the lips of Eliana instead. A third shortie, who made herself part of the scene with all of the hunger expected of a haremette.

The extremely pale blood mage wrapped her arms around the neck of her sun-loved partner. There was something awkward to the kiss, an element of missing dominance between the two extremely submissive women. It was almost overpowered by pure horniness. Only almost, however, as such intense arousal exacerbated submissive tendencies as well.

‘God, they look adorable,’ the Gamer thought. Nahoa and Eliana were so lost in their own world, they did not even realize that he was watching them. A put on show was wonderful to follow, but so was the sincere, unaware engagement between two girls that were part of his harem. How wonderful it was to have this gathering of interconnected interests.

A horde of women individually vying for his attention and affection would have been alluring too, but not in the same way. One was a power fantasy, the other was love, and John would choose the latter whenever he had the chance.

How else would he be treated to a failed and demigoddess making out so feverishly? Nahoa reciprocated the embrace of the tallest of the three short women. Hands glided greedily down Eliana’s back, squeezing the pretty little psycho’s round ass and delectably thick thighs. A shudder ran through Nahoa while her fingers sunk into the squish of the pale woman’s legs. The graceful gliding of her hips stopped. Sylph giggled at the sight of the maidolotl climaxing on her thigh.

John could not hold on much longer himself. His attention returned to Undine. A point of principle, one that he not always kept to, was to pay most of his mind to whoever was pleasing him at the time. Undine did not meet his gaze, but she noticed anyhow. The layers of tendrils squirming around his cock synchronized in their undulation. Rather than a chaotic massage, John was made subject to a tight, sucking corridor created by latching tendrils. It was as if he was surrounded by hundreds of tongues, pussy folds filling out the gaps between them.

The Gamer groaned and came.

The first shot was a long stream of seed, causing the enveloping walls to tremble from Undine’s muffled scream. Following shots prolonged the multi-orgasmic experience of the slime lady. Her hands brushed instinctively over the inside of his thighs. It was a pleasant tingle, adding to the intense sensation of emptying his balls down her throat.

The satisfaction was real, even as the physical reality was different. No matter how much rushed up his shaft, his balls remained as heavy at the end as they had been at the start. Psychologically, John was satisfied; physically, he could always go another round. It was a near perfect middle ground, although it was no secret that his sex drive was on the unquenchable side.

For obvious reasons, John was now in the mood to pound one of his shorter women. The leather of the armchair creaked as he leaned back.

The decision was made for him. Little bits of pink lightning bristled from Sylph’s hair. The aroused expression of the bunny-eared woman changed to something beyond needy. Her tongue lolled out, adding more drool to a chin already marked with both hers and Nahoa’s. The two extreme submissives next to her cried out in lust, getting shocked in ways even John would have found pleasing.

Undine had enough situational awareness to pull back. The moment her lips parted from his cock, announced by a loud pop, was the moment Sylph’s amber gaze snapped to it. Her nostrils flared. The heat flushed deep into her cheeks, collar, and even down to her hard nipples. Disentangling from Nahoa, the air spirit managed to get on her legs. A wobble forced her to stay on a spot for a moment. Pussy juices dripped in thick strands from her glistening wet cunt. The swollen mons were hairless, the pink labia between pronounced in colour, the clit plainly visible.

Once she had regained her balance, she zapped over to him. John did not have the reaction speed to stop her – or shouldn’t have. Sylph was predictable to him, especially when her mind was totally consumed by a single word. “Cooooock,” she pleaded, ready to impale herself on his manhood cowgirl style.

John had slightly different plans. Moving her was like moving a magnet. She refused to be pushed or pulled away from his cock, but he could move her easily enough in the horizontal. Spinning her around so she faced the crowd on the floor was the first step. For the second, he had the lovely assistance of Undine.

Sensing his mood, the gothic slime had diminished her height while keeping bust and bottom the usual. The result was a shortstack almost as curvy as Delicia when she had taken the goblin mutagen. ‘Another shortie I need to fuck before the day is over,’ he thought, then sighed lustfully. Undine had wrapped her now tiny hand around his cock, angling the engorged head towards the backdoor. “Thank you.”

“All for you, Master,” the slime spoke in her crystal clear voice. She had a peculiar mix of kinks, especially in this harem. She was a submissive, not much of one but a submissive regardless, and had just the slightest bit of a sadistic streak. Vicariously living through what he did to the masochists was her way of enjoying it all.

All John had to do to fill out Sylph was to let go of the woman’s narrow waist. Completely in heat, Sylph did not care which hole got fucked, as long as she was getting fucked. She plunged down at a speed regularly inadvisable for anal. They were both so well lubricated that it hardly mattered. Plus, that hole really did exist just to take his cock.

Hot and tight, her insides enveloped him. Where the throats and cunts of elementals were often unusual, anal was surprisingly normal. Even with that caveat, the pink lightning that sparked from her hair flowed at twice the voltage through her insides. No harm would come from it and no pain either, it was lust made electricity. Where it flowed through his manhood, all it did was stimulate nerves and encourage further blood flow. His cock grew as large as it possibly could within her.

Sylph threw her head back. One hand reached back, settling on John’s chest for stability. The other she rapidly rubbed her clit with. Pussy juice sprayed in aggressive waves from her swollen cunt. Sylph wasn’t just spasming, she was borderline thrashing. There was not a semblance of control over any of her muscles. The short, balanced hourglass was in constant, wild motion, while she showered Nahoa and Eliana with the repeated squirting.

“Well, I should have known better than to think she would know how to move,” John chastised himself jokingly. The bunny in heat sat on his cock while masturbating. The thought that she had to bounce on his cock to feel even more pleasure was gone from her mind. All that existed in that empty head was the correlation of ‘dick inside equals good’.

“Let me,” Undine offered, before he could grab Sylph by the concave of her figure again. Tendrils sprouted from the back of the shortstack slime, wrapping around midriff, legs and throat. Together, they exerted enough control that Sylph was made to move up and down. Her sphincter stretched around his cock like the opening of a fleshlight, one that Undine used to get her Master off.

Nahoa and Eliana were in a state of heat themselves, even if it wasn’t quite as deep as Sylph’s. They craved his cock and they craved Sylph’s leaking cunt. The obvious outcome occurred, the two shorties settling between the parted legs of dom and bunny-eared cocksleeve. Eager mouths began to venerate all that they could get their tongues on. It was a steady back and forth between Sylph’s pussy and their Master’s heavy sack.

Eventually the two remaining brain cells in Sylph’s head produced a singular spark between them. No doubt that one was of an even brighter pink than all the others. Regardless, she finally moved on her own, bouncing on John’s cock at as extreme a speed as she could get away with while still getting tongue-fucked.

John took hold of Sylph’s hair with his left hand. He did it both to control her range of overenthusiastic motions and so the cascade of green wouldn’t rob him of the sight of her slender back. The way her shoulder bladers framed the median furrow of her spine was almost as erotic as the large breasts squishing against his right side.

Tendrils no longer needed, the shortstack slime offered herself to him for groping. An offer he immediately took. Digits sunk into soft tits. The liquid body was delightfully similar and yet different to what the Gamer was used to. She was cooler, her slime firmer than flesh, more jiggly and elastic while staying close enough to the genuine thing not to distract. Her erogenous zones were concentrated around the hard, deep blue crowns of her tits. Kneading them made the abysstide elemental’s golden eyes roll up.

An expression she shared with Sylph. John rolled her hair around his hand twice, forcing her to tilt her neck back. Her spine described a sharp curve, yet her ass kept bouncing. It was an almost modest behind, the bottom of her balanced figure, and yet it was so nice, round, and firm that, had Sylph decided to start a porn career, she would have immediately become THE star in movies aimed at short-women enthusiasts.

Too bad for all of them that John would keep her to himself. The view of that petite, round ass bouncing on his cock belonged to him and him alone. If he ever shared it, that would be a moment of generosity of exhibitionism. Her widened sphincter took in his girthy meat rod with obscene ease.

All of the lust came to a point. Following a sudden impulse, he pulled Sylph back by her hair. The back of her head rested on his chest. He took the hand off the quivering Undine’s chest and replaced Eliana’s lapping tongue. Three fingers curved into the cunt of the green-haired menace and finger-fucked her hard and fast.

Sylph was already in full eye-rolling. The ‘ahegao’ face that Rave had introduced him to at the very start of their relationship might as well have sourced its definition from Sylph in that second. Her squirting juices broke against his palm. He pressed her down, her hips bucking against him, and thrust up simultaneously.

John came among animalistic noises. He did not stop thrusting even as he filled her backdoor with his seed. To keep her on top of him amongst her wild convulsions was a fight. It distracted him from the pleasure in one way and elevated it in another. His heart was pounding. His shaft was tensing. They both reached a peak and then suddenly collapsed.

Like puppets whose strings had been cut, they existed, heavily panting, on the broad armchair. Last bits of pink lightning fizzled out around them.

John inhaled once more, then Gamer’s Body decided his recuperation period was over. In a second, he went from hard breathing to just fine. Sylph needed another minute before he could say, “Alright, that went a bit further…” He checked the laptop on a nearby table for the time. “Yeah, we got time before the strategy meeting. Nahoa, you’re next.”

And thus they killed the remaining time.