Having an orgy in a genuine Aztec city was yet another one of the turns in John’s life he had not anticipated. Now that he was there, however, he was too busy looking at Siena’s cunt to care.

The string of bodies ran the length of the bed. It started with Momo, lying on her back, legs widely spread. Her face was a sheepish display of deep gratitude, right up until Siena triggered the hypnotic sensitivity by dragging her long tongue through the swollen pink petals of the sassy support.

Momo’s renewed orgasmic epiphany was not the focus of John’s attention – the deep blue of Siena’s pussy was. Drenched from the previous service given to her, the womanhood sat nicely between the creases of her thighs and the point of the Lover’s Will mark.

Hands on the roundest part of her fat ass, John leaned up and kissed the exposed clit. The succubus-esque elemental’s purrs were immediate. Her dextrous tail wrapped possessively around one of his arms.

The final link in this chain was the duo of Aclysia and Metra. Taking turns venerating his cock, they gave him all of the attention he, in turn, paid to Siena. The previous misplaced comments of the First of Wrath were punished by the Companion Cube taking the shape of a dildo sliding in and out of her cunt. The tormenting part of it was the seal placed on her orgasms.

‘Absolutely gorgeous,’ John thought, himself unsure if he meant the cunt he was now licking again, the submissive duo working his manhood, or any of the other women in the room.

A swift smack to Siena’s squishy derriere introduced a sharp sound into the coos, moans, and screams. Siena threw her head back at the sting, her monstrously long tongue still squirming inside Momo’s pussy. Although the harem’s premiere sadist, even the shadow spirit enjoyed a bit of a spanking.

Tiny bounces invited him to repeat the act. John delayed, instead enjoying the sight of her ass in motion through his hovering Possessions. The twin globes of her backside were right out of erotic fantasies. Siena had the kind of body that could turn many men insane with the need to have it. The curve of her smooth back elevated the size of her ass. The way a woman’s backside swayed was entirely unique. Firm and yet jiggly like Jell-O.

Delivering that second smack, John moaned himself. The sight spiked his pleasure and Metra knew to exploit that. The wolf woman was completely immersed in her task. Every second the mana construct kept buzzing inside her was a second that reminded her of her need to ‘repent’. Tight lips and swirling tongue allowed expert progress in that duty.

Metra bobbed her head in a rhythm equal parts wild and learned. It was in her nature to let go and it was in her interest to keep that urge contained. The discipline of a warrior was channelled into the discipline of a sex slave, putting her Master’s pleasure above everything else. Gentle gyrations of her neck always preceded a storm of sloppy ups and downs. Her eyelids fluttered, the denied orgasm making her visibly light-headed, but still she knew when her time was up.

Tongue hanging out, the blonde followed the graceful descent of the maid. Beholding Aclysia was a wonder. Despite her pink lips being already stained from previous service given, she moved with the elegance of a lady. Brushing hair behind her ears as she lowered herself, she first dove all the way down, then slowly glided upwards, her tongue teasing every centimetre along the way.

Once at the tip, she wrapped her full lips around the engorged head and went down with controlled slowness. Here and there, on her descent, she stopped, taking time to press the curve of her tongue against the sensitive spot between glans and shaft. It was the opposite of teasing. It was a fully calculated and deliberate stimulation of all of his sensitive spots, usual or unusual. Only when he crossed the border into her throat, did her pace pick up, yet it never lost the strategic slowness.

Aclysia’s great efforts at reclaiming her calm had come to reflect in her blowjob technique. From a mildly wild ride, she had reformed into a fully dedicated and guided experience. She was the very image of a maid delivering relief to her Master’s heavy burden.

And relief she did bring. John had no intention to hold on for long, nor for her to share the load with Metra. It was all hers to have and he made that abundantly clear by grabbing one of her horns.

Aclysia needed no persuasion to keep her nose pushed against his groin. Circling her head slightly, she added more stimulation to the reverberations of her anticipating hums. Above, Siena received the full course of John’s frenzied service. His orgasm was building, slowly yet rapidly, and the energy going through his trembling body had to go somewhere. Why not use it to make the shadow spirit climax one more time?

They reached another unified orgasm, he and Siena, with Aclysia closely after them. Sensing his seed filling her made the first maid go cross-eyed. Their four-link chain was tense from the shared bliss.

John got off the high first. With one final kiss to Siena’s petals, he wiggled his way out from underneath her. One more smack had Siena twinge in the middle of her aftershocks. Momo was still cumming and every little touch of her Mistress’ tongue continued that state.

Aclysia was in an interesting state. Lucid enough to immediately continue her service, had John asked to, yet engrossed in her cum-fuelled ecstasy. John let her have it. Once he had sat up, he guided her up and down by the horns, using her to get the last of his cum out of his cock. Simultaneously, he pulled Metra to him.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked, scratching the back of her ears at the same time. The ancient weapon was reduced to an endearing state. Wild hair was made extra messy by sweat. Some strands stuck close to the corners of her mouth, marked by the sticky mixture that deepthroating a cock of his size naturally created. Her expression was one of melted submission, existing only for him. No one in history before him had seen this old and powerful warrior look like this. ‘I absolutely could rewire her brain a second time.’

“If Master will forgive.” Metra’s tail wagged. Her green eyes were half-closed. Between her legs, the mana-made vibrator was still buzzing. “Order me as it pleases you, my king. I -ah- ahm eager to prove myself to you!”

“Then you’ll wait.”

Metra nodded repeatedly, her disappointment at the announcement drowned out by the pleasure of being edged. Squelching sounds accompanied the slow removal of Aclysia from his cock.

One bed was left; the other bed was John’s new target. A three step divide separated them, one he crossed swiftly, giving his first fiancée a high five on the way. “No letting Metra cum,” John warned her.

“Ain’t my first domming session, tiger,” she answered with faux-offense.

Rave joined the three other girls on that bed, taking over the duty of tending to Aclysia and Metra, while John got a whole new buffet to himself.

In accordance with the mood, Undine and Salamander greeted him on their backs, heads over the edge of the bed, mouths wide open. The shapeshifter of the duo had decided to equalize her curves to her red-skinned compatriot. Curvy bodies and massive tits were displayed like a buffet. John was feeling blue at that moment.

There was ever a special kind of depravity in taking a woman’s throat in this position. Undine’s black-marked, glistening skin pulled taut over her toned stomach as her back arched. Her face was hidden by his advancing girth. She was underneath him – only physically in this case.

Her toes curled, the sensitive areas in her throat only growing denser as the comfort hole remembered the shape of his manhood. Tendrils lined the inner walls, squirming around his shaft and caressing his head like an ocean of tongues. An alien feeling, yet pleasurable all the same. He could see his cock through the deep blue of her neck, where the slime was the thinnest. The tendrils appeared with a thin, glowing outline.

Indulging himself, John fucked her throat for a little bit. Moving in and out was easy, despite the vacuum-tight cocksleeve surrounding him. Undine’s hips soon bucked up. The massive tits rippled with every thrust. Two flattened globes of slime, glistening and soft, swaying back and forth in accordance with his motions.

“You’re not forgetting about your other fuck, are you?” Salamander asked.

“I just had to enjoy the view for a moment.” John was not only talking about the massive mammaries in motion. Hailey, Scarlett, Sylph and Ehtra remained in place along the wall, all of them sopping wet, completely taken in by the sight. That the bunny girl was sparking pink lightning did not help them wait either. Each little shock was one of pleasure, the regular kind, no masochism involved. Just a side effect of Sylph going into heat.

“Got your fill?” Salamander laughed and waved off before he could answer. “Never enough, I know. Can we get to the point where we do a love triangle anyway?”

“I’ll reluctantly acquiesce,” John sighed.

Cackling, Salamander hovered off the bed and turned herself around. Levitation made things a lot easier when it came to creative positions like this. Thighs came to rest on John’s shoulders, the red-skinned woman’s own head finding its place between the legs of Undine in turn. From the side, they did describe a triangle, Undine at the base, Salamander and John forming a crooked top.

Undine was the clear winner of the formation. Face getting pounded and pussy eaten, she just had to lie there and let the other two do the work. Refusing the call of sloth, Undine worked his shaft with her tendrils twice as thoroughly. They kept extending past her lips, always enveloping him in one squirming form or another.

Limited to one tongue, John nonetheless brought pleasure to Salamander. The sweet, smoky taste of her love juices filled his mouth with every lap. Both them and the sweat that made her body glisten were of an oily thickness. Not enough so to be unpleasant, especially not to the Gamer, who pridefully wore the title of monster girl enthusiast.

Salamander’s ass was the resting place for his hands. Moments ago he had been grabbing the third biggest backside in his harem, now he was holding onto the absolute winner in that category. Salamander was a tall, curvy slab of red meat. The stunning mixture of hard muscles, enormous tits and a plump ass was just gorgeous at any angle. Her thighs matched the build and pressed hard against the sides of his head when he brought her to orgasm.

Shivers made her dangling tits sway, their sheer size sagging to her neck in her upside-down position. While Salamander was riding out a nice orgasm, Undine was cumming her brains out. Back and front getting worked, she was squirting all over the fire spirit’s face with wonderful frequency.

They held the position for a few blissful minutes before John felt like a change of pace was in order. A swift mental communication had them work out what he had in mind. Salamander hovered off his shoulders after one more climax.

Undine was left lying there for a moment, spasming from her intense bliss, while John and Salamander moved to Sylph. The poor bunny was in desperate need of attention. “Good girl, staying in your bindings when you’re so hot,” he whispered into her perked up ears. Lust-filled lightning sparked from her green hair.

While he kissed his way down the horny bunny’s body, he straddled Salamander’s chest. His cock was soon enveloped by the heat of the apocalypse elemental’s huge tits. Hands squished her cleavage together into a pocket that enveloped his large cock in its entirety. Oily sweat made the thrusting an easy affair. It was as if the red-skinned woman was built to have her tits fucked. “Oh yes!” Her enthusiastic cries only redoubled that image.

John’s tongue dragged through the cunt of his next target. Sweetest of the ones he had eaten out today, Sylph’s cunt had a note of wild berries. Beyond the taste, the pink tingling of his tongue filled John. It went down his spine, priming all of his nerves for the lustful experience.

Sylph was gushing from the first lick. Straining against her bindings, the tiny bundle of curves and perversion immediately had her amber eyes roll up. Blowing on and then drawing circles around her clit only made things worse for her. When John added two fingers into the mix, to penetrate her while he worked clit, all sense for the bunny was lost.

Totally lost to her heat, her muffled screams competed with those of Momo. Somehow the willingly broken hypnosis enthusiast was still going on the other bed, locked in a 69 position with Siena. Rave had found her spot between Aclysia and Metra. The three of them were not engaged in anything more sapphic than kissing, instead masturbating feverishly to the show John gave them. Shoulder to shoulder, they wound in the sheets, their debauchery trying to keep pace with what they were witnessing. Rave’s hips bucked up when Sylph’s whole body went taut, the first of the harem making herself squirt in unison with the bunny slut. Aclysia’s eyes were glued to her Master’s back, studying every shifting muscle while she brought herself to climax. Metra desperately pumped the silver dildo in and out of her hole, driving herself ever more mad with pent-up pleasure.

John felt the coiling of Salamander’s tongue around his cock. The loose spiral left plenty of room to feel the squishy softness of her melons between the massaging wetness of her tongue. The combination soon proved too much for him.

One more thrust, and his seed exploded from her cleavage. White splattered all over her features. Pressure pumped the load all over her face. She opened her mouth even wider, to catch as much of it as she could. It prolonged her already present orgasm, the use of her sensitive tits having set her off repeatedly.

A fate that Undine was eager to share. As soon as John’s orgasm ebbed away, he backed away from Sylph. The bunny was far from de-charged, a fact that the Gamer was going to deal with last. Pounding the heat out of the arcvolt elemental always took some time, time he did not want the others to spend waiting.

Hailey was next in the line-up. Every time John toyed with the power bottom, she got a little more masochistic, a little more submissive. Showing her things she never knew never got dull.

His tongue on her cunt was a more than familiar sensation by now. The dirty blonde purred, the sound muffled by the gag, as he started to eat her out. There were no special tastes with her, just sweat and the faint sweetness of clean skin.

Hailey’s pussy was gorgeous. Not only was it the centre of making the tanned country gal climax, automatically elevating it greatly in John’s perception, but the tan lines also elevated the slit from the rest of her sun-kissed skin. Still lightly browned by rays, the pink of her folds nonetheless popped out from the surrounding, all wet and swollen with desire as it was.

The play of before repeated with new actors. Undine’s cool tits were now wrapped around his shaft. The texture was not so subtly different, the smoothness of the slime covered breasts that was a little bit firmer than the genuine thing. Undine could have fixed that, her shapeshifting had that power, but there was beauty in the difference.

The country gal was made to squirm within her bindings before long. Half-lidded and cross-eyed, she let him do with her as he desired. Most of the time that meant working her cunt with tongue and fingers, at other times that included kissing his way up and sucking on her breasts. Her nipples had that same highlighting as her cunt did, so his gamer brain couldn’t help it.

Nibbling on her tits and fingering her cunt, he got Hailey over the final edge and had her squirt all over the sheets – and Undine’s nearby face. The slime lady did anything but mind the treatment, especially when it was closely followed by John pumping out another load. White on blue was ever a good combination of colours on Undine.

“Time for another change,” John decided out loud. “Salamander, Undine, could you switch places with Metra and Aclysia?” The two submissives on the other bed perked up at the mention and stood up as soon as the elementals did. Both sides moved on shaky legs. Luckily, it wasn’t a long walk. “You’ve been a good and patient girl,” John whispered to the wolf woman and removed the silver dildo. “Ready for your reward?”

“Oh, please, yes!” Metra exclaimed, between plea and relief. Hastily, she added, “But I can wait some more, if it pleases you, Master!”

“No, you’re ready.” John pulled the wolf woman over and shoved her face-first down on Ehtra’s cunt. All the First of Hatred did in response was moan and all Metra did was start to lick, as was expected of her. Watching the wolf pleasing her sister in arms and origin was not enough for the Gamer in his current state.

Forcing the arms of the sex slave behind her back, he held both of them together. Knowing what came next, Metra raised her ass like a bitch in heat – and got filled exactly like one.

Without any announcement, John lifted the orgasm seal the moment he was inside her. Metra screamed, her head flying back for a split second before her submissive training kicked in and she managed to go back to sloppily lapping at Ehtra’s cunt. The darker skinned, white-haired woman moaned with envy and bliss. It turned into a scream when John roughly grabbed one of her huge tits and selfishly fondled it for his own entertainment.

The tight grip of Metra’s cunt was thrice as sweet in that moment. Orgasm unleashed, she was spasming wildly, barely capable of staying in place. Teasing her for this long made the moment of penetration that much sweeter. From his own perspective, only using mouths and tits since he had been inside Rave before this orgy properly started made the velvety grip of her folds that much sweeter.

“Two ancient weapons, both turned into my sex slaves,” John grunted triumphantly, loosening Ehtra’s gag as he did. “Anything you got to say for yourselves, you two?”

“I sherve my king, ash I should!” Metra pushed out, before getting back to her task. A smack to her ass made her pussy tighten all over again. Thrusts against her toned ass made her squirt with every plunge, each a continuation of that incredible orgasm that refused to end. “Jusht holesh! Yoursh! Fill! Fuck! Use!”

“I’m Master’s relief toy!” Ehtra moaned in full agreement. “I don’t want to be anything more! A creature of your desires is what I will be, from these huge tits that I was allowed to have to these wide hips that please you so! Pound me, break me, breed me when it pleases you, do as you desire, Master!”

John grinned and claimed the angel’s lips. In total submission, Ehtra let him conquer her mouth in all ways that pleased him. Her tits were his plaything, as were her plump, stretched thighs. All the while he was rutting into Metra, pounding the wolf woman with enough force to bang the stone frame of the bed against the wall with each clapping impact.

It was a mindless storm of motions, inevitably drawing to its conclusion. “Ehtra, cum,” he whispered into the angel’s ear, just as his own balls tightened. While he felt relief wash over him and Metra’s mind cracked from the final pleasure of getting filled up, Ehtra experienced only a short spike in ecstasy. Wicked cruelty whisked the last orgasm, the one that should have been the most satisfying, away from her. The orgasm seal collapsed the pleasure.

Watching Ehtra’s face switch from bliss, to surprise, and back to devotion was all John needed to cum even harder. The world was filled with electric signals. “Fill her, Master,” the angel whispered, her voice softer than cotton pillows. “Fill her, as is your right, Master. You are the greatest of all men. Pump her full. Use what no other man could have broken into this state. Metracana Metra – your bitch. As am I. Lady Vengeance turned a slave, for you.”

The stream of heartfelt compliments kept John’s cock twitching, until his balls were spent. He pulled out of Metra, leaving her cunt agape and, after a few moments, drooling part of his enormous load.

Breathing heavily, John gathered himself, then departed with one more kiss on Ehtra’s cheek. “Such a good girl,” he complimented her. “Always astonishing how much you submit when the flip is switched.”

Ehtra’s face burned with embarrassment and she looked away. “D-don’t point it out…” she whispered. Glancing over to him and back away, she added, “…I love you, Master…”

Kissing her until she could be kissed no more would have been the proper response, if he had been alone with her. One more pair awaited his attention, however.

Aclysia laid, legs up, in front of Scarlett. The dragon maid was warming the redhead by licking her cunt. A duty that John readily took over, simultaneously sinking into Aclysia’s pussy. The hole was every bit as made for him as Undine’s throat, a Perk that he always remembered when he penetrated the first of his maids.

Scarlett was like the other submissives: lost in the pleasure of being chained, teased, and finally pleasured. All of the skill he had in pleasing women and her specifically manifested in the way his tongue curled inside her to find the sensitive spot on the roof of her pussy. He went back and forth between stimulating it and her clit, while pounding Aclysia senseless.

‘Join me,’ he ordered Aclysia mentally. Her tongue extended a moment later. The monstrous length of it let her partake in eating out the redhead despite the angles involved. He was halfway to kissing a woman while eating out another one. The pure joys of having a harem of gorgeous anomalies.

John raced towards the finishing line. On the other bed, the moans of Rave, Salamander, Undine, Siena, and Momo served as his fuel. On this bed, the cunts of Scarlett and Aclysia were the receptables of his desires. To his left, the other sex slaves waited panting and eager for more of his attention.

The rush of bliss filled him. He let go, unloading deep inside Aclysia. The maid’s mind churned with the privilege of having gotten to taste his seed twice in this orgy. A privilege most deserved, for her services and troubles in the past week – not that he needed any additional reasons to let her folds wring out all a single orgasm could give.

When it was over, John took a deep breath and pulled out. He sat down at the edge of the bed for a moment and stretched. He had been moving without stopping for… some time. He would check after the orgy how many minutes or hours had gone into it.

After a short break, he went right back into it.

As Beatrice liked to say: the orgy wasn’t over until he had cum inside each girl once.