Chapter 1911 – To Be Alive [Erotic Content]
“I am not a bad girl!” Water splashed as if the lying fairy had stomped her foot. Physically impossible, yet a regular fae occurrence. “Give me that!” She put her hands on John’s cheeks and tried to turn his head the other way.
He refused, giving her a plain stare. “You think you get to treat your Master that way?”
“I, uhm-“ The dark dominance in his voice made the bottom halt in her movements. “I m-mean, uh…”
“See, that is cute behaviour.”
“Ghrhrhrbrl!” Momo vocalized a series of syllables that could only be described as sputtering nonsense. It was also exactly the kind of noise that John loved to coax out of his submissives.
“Bwahahaha!” Delicia laughed aloud at Momo’s breaking brattiness.
A snap of his fingers shut the cleaning maid up instantly. “Delicia, Mind Control – You exist to clean my cock.”
“Yes, Master, I exist to clean your cock,” Delicia repeated placidly. A dreamy smile on her otherwise vacant face, she dedicated her whole being to that task.
“Masterrrr!” Momo cried when he smacked her ass again. He loved that the maids had all trained themselves to have that be their instinctual reaction to having the plump derrieres spanked.
“Want to keep being a bad girl?” he whispered to her.
“Yeah, do you?” Nahoa backed him up with a mischievous smile.
“You ought to let her stew on that question.” Lydia approached with long, elegant steps. Her hips swung more than the practical royal would have ever allowed them to in any public setting. Every elaborate shift from left to right was entirely for him. She ran a hand through the tresses of her reddish-auburn hair, its waviness diminished by wetness. Several women’s hands had rubbed every inch of her skin, leaving her shining like polished steel and with the redness of arousal to her skin. “I have been patient, my love.”
“Delicia, make room for the queen.”
“I do not see Jane nearby?” Even hypnotized, the sassy nature of the bratty maid snuck in.
John snorted at the joke, then redoubled the authority in his voice. “You obey my every whim. Sit aside.”
“”Yes, Master,”” Delicia and Momo answered in unison.
John tightened the half hug he had the fairy maid in through the hand on her ass. “Where do you think you are going? I didn’t even mind control you yet.” The reminder made the already present blush on Momo’s face three times redder. Pink, plush lips parted, but no words left them. “Would you like to be mind controlled, Momo?”
“…If it pleases you, Master,” she muttered.
John snapped his fingers, causing a wave of anticipating moans from the orgy around. As with the last time he had done so, the gathered women perked up for a brief moment, before realizing it was not meant for them and returning to the growingly sapphic activity of cleaning one another. “Momo, Mind Control – you are my proud sex slave.”
“Yes, Master!” Momo’s embarrassment was washed away, replaced with a devotion too swift and eager to be faked. “I exist for your pleasure and nothing else!”
“Good girl – sit by Delicia. I want the two of you to watch and be ready to clean me. Do not touch yourselves or each other. Your earlier lip demands punishment.”
“I deeply apologize for my foolish self, Master. There is no greater honour than being your sex slave.” Momo nodded to herself, as if she had just said something truly wise, then shuffled over to Delicia. The two maids knelt, happy, entranced expressions on their faces, while Lydia straddled his hips.
Without being asked, Nahoa took hold of his cock. “Let this stupid little servant aid you,” she purred.
An openly pleased smirk appeared on Lydia’s face. There was a dominant streak to her and she certainly was not as strong a submissive as most of the harem. Hierarchy in these matters pleased her, as did attendance. “Which hole will it be, my love?” she asked and rolled her hips.
John groaned. After Delicia’s tit-bath, he was already sensitive and the promise of penetrating either her clean-shaven cunt or tight backdoor pleased him almost the same. “Which one would you prefer?” he asked. That was always the most decisive fact.
“I want to feel your seed against my womb,” she moaned.
The surge of arousal he felt at those words made his cock jump. There was such intensity to it that Nahoa giggled. “Eager to be bred?” the demigoddess asked in his stead.
“In times such as this, it is natural to wish for the propagation of one’s line.” Lydia spread her pussy for him, both hands pulling at the surrounding mound of her pussy. Her hips lowered slightly, rubbing the head of his cock against her sensitive insides. She gasped, her stern voice turned soft and feminine by the pleasure. “Ah… does this have your agreement, my love?”
John spoke through deeds. He grabbed Lydia by the waist and penetrated her through push and pull. Hard as iron, he spread her around his rod. The sculpted figure of the royal rippled with pleasure, muscles tensing and releasing. It was the first time he was inside her since she had landed. Time had not permitted her to spend the first night in the Guild Hall with him.
“Oh yes!” she exclaimed. “Take me – hard!”
John was already in the process of rising. The Companion Cube formed an ergonomic rest, stabilizing Lydia while she went from sitting on top of him to lying midair. Her hips hung over the edge of the silver platform. John adjusted his grip. His thumbs framed the deep blue mark that prominently sat above the very place he aimed to fill. The rest of his digits pressed into her ass, feeling the shifts from squish to firm muscle with every wave of tenseness that went through the Queen of Mithril.
“O-o-o-o-ooooohhhhh!” Lydia screamed, words wiped out by the hard and still accelerating pounding she received.
“Holy…” Hailey moaned in the background. The orgy around them came to a slow stop, all of his women in awe of the raw pounding they were witnessing. It was more than a light stroke of his ego to have them all stare, wide-eyed, proud, and eagerly awaiting their turn to get their insides scrambled. It was also quite a challenge to live up to those expectations.
John felt ready to burst, but he refused to. He kept his hips thrusting, even as Lydia’s heels pressed into his lower back. All he could think about was how to make her cum even harder. The grip of her pussy was an unreliable vice, spasms preventing any lasting tension.
His legs buckled. His ability to remain standing diminished. The Companion Cube lowered itself at an equal pace, until John was no longer standing. Lydia was on her back in the shallow water, waves rippling outwards from her half-submerged shoulders.
John buried her under his own body. Her ass remained raised, allowing him to just hammer into her gushing pussy. Excess wetness splattered with every hard impact. Lydia’s face was one of absolute ecstasy. Red lips were agape, her tongue lolled out, and her eyes did not look like they even knew the concept of focus. No one in the world would have thought the militaristic royal could have made such an undignified expression of raw bliss. This was all for him and his to see.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Each harsh smack of his hips on her thighs and butt was another entry into the glorious staccato of lovemaking. Mixed in with the screams were syllables that John interpreted with the simple desire for more. He was giving her everything her body craved, everything their shared road into debauchery had engraved into each other in desires.
Finally, John could no longer hold onto discipline. It slipped for a brief moment that cascaded into a torrent too powerful to stop. Force akin to a dam bursting shot cum into the depth’s of Lydia’s cunt. If she was squirting before, then she was a broken faucet once his seed began to paint the court of her womb white.
“Fuck…!” he pressed out through clenched teeth, his orgasm continuing second for second. His balls just kept on giving the queen’s cunt more to wring out of his shaft. By the time his climax finally faded, there was an ever so subtle, yet visible stretch to her stomach.
The Gamer carried his thoroughly fucked love to the edge of the water. Bathroom tiles may not have been the worthy place for her to rest, but it beat having her leak out into the water. “Mine!” Nahoa exclaimed, before he had even pulled out. The cum glutton licked his cock as it slipped out of Lydia, then shoved her tongue into the gaping hole instead. She did not have to dig at all for his seed.
‘Could have just stuffed both of her holes, actually,’ John realized. ‘So horny I forgot I can have two dicks, that’s a first.’
“Master!” Nahoa moaned when he gave her a parting smack. He was of half a mind to just squat down behind her and fill her up the same way. Alas, she had made herself the claimant of that huge load.
John had so much more to do tonight.
Stepping back into the bath, he walked past Momo and Delicia. The two maids followed him with docile admiration, like they were the servants of some overpowered demon king in one of Lee’s cheap eroge storylines. He did not mind playing that role. It felt best to portray a villain in situations like this, since he tried to be good in regular life.
‘So why not ham it up a bit?’ he wondered. “Get cleaning, maids.”
“”Yes, Master!”” they responded in unison, faces lighting up as if they had just learned that their life’s goal had reached completion.
Delicia wrapped her tits around his cock and Momo buried her face in the shortstack’s cleavage to suck the upper fourth of his cock. Her whirling tongue was quite fantastic. Not as fantastic as the entire room sweeping towards him though.
Out of their voyeuristic trance, the harem was a horny tidal wave of women reminded just how good he could be at screwing their brains out. He found himself surrounded by the huge breasts of Nathalia, Salamander and Hailey, while Siena and Rave scratched his chest with tantalizing tenderness. Sylph, Gnome, Lorelei, Lee and Scarlett orbited them trying and sometimes succeeding at finding their own way in.
John basked in the attention. For three solid minutes, he said nothing and just let everyone make him the centre of their world. “Momo, Delicia, it is the absolute truth for you two that you love nothing more than to watch me fuck other haremettes, right?”
“Totally!” Delicia agreed instantly.
“A proud sex slave will always delight in seeing her Master spread his seed,” Momo added, then returned to sucking him off.
“Got them wrapped around your finger, tiger,” Rave purred.
“They make it so easy,” he answered. Apologetically, he added, “Can’t go quite as overboard with the rest of you… we need to be rea-“
Rave put a finger on his lips. “Let’s forget what’s outside for a sec,” she whispered. “We’ll stay ready enough.”
John smirked, then spent the next two hours having his fill.