They barely made it back into the bunker before Rave jumped John.

The feline Lightbearer pressed her nubile body against him. In her eyes, the pink lustre had taken the shape of two hearts. Her mouth was open, her tongue slightly extended. There was only heat on her face, a desire that ran as deep as her excitement from the last fight. Now that adrenaline and pain no longer kept her otherwise occupied, the Restorative Heat had kicked in fully.

John knew what to do at a time like this.

Spinning her around, the Gamer pinned his first fiancée against the wall. “Help us with that,” John ordered, before pressing his lips on those of the bottom-heavy woman. He buried a hand in her pink hair, wrestling her into submission. Switch that she was, she gave into him.

“Yes, Master,” Aclysia swooned and stepped up. The maid knelt by their side and manoeuvred her hands between them. The pressure around John’s cock loosened when she pulled down the zipper, then disappeared entirely when she pulled down his pants for him.

Instinctively, John thrust between the clenched thighs of his girlfriend. The fabric of her bodysuit was unusually thin at that moment, the texture pleasantly smooth. Warmth and wetness laid on the other side. It took all of John’s self-control not to keep fucking that gap between her thighs and cunt. Just the presence of his cock had her quiver.

John did not have to be patient for long. Aclysia ripped open the groin area of the body suit. The tear fixed itself around the edges, but kept a window open to access her cunt.

Under the fabric, she had been flooded. John felt it the moment he got close to her. All of her swollen pussy was drenched with honey. Not letting either of them wait, Aclysia angled his cock. Just the brush of the engorged head made Rave climax. She threw her head back. Additional lubrication gushed from her cunt when he started to press into her.

Rave was barely a person while he penetrated her, more an assembly of instincts and repeated orgasms. Her Libido had been increased by several hundred points by the Restorative Heat. That meant John had to get her through several hundred orgasms. Not much of a challenge when she was on this much of a hair trigger.

Just pushing all the way into her made Rave squirt. It was a true explosion of pussy juice, repeated overflow of lust by a woman that was too busy spasming to scream or hold a kiss. None of that usual confidence existed in that moment, none of her switch tendencies, she was just a submissive piece of meat, eager to be played with.

Harder than before, he pinned her against the wall. Aclysia stripped him of the rest of his clothes while he fucked the tight cunt of his first fiancée like she was just a cocksleeve. That was what she wanted or, at the very least, she did not mind being used like that whatsoever. Eyes rolled up, tongue hanging out, she was the very image of a cock drunk sex slave – and they had barely even started.

Even if he received no buff for it, victory made John horny in his own right. The arousal blanked his thoughts and the presence of his first love did the rest. The scent of her, sweat and pheromones mingled with peppermint shampoo. The taste of her, of sweet lips and salty skin. The sound of her, pushing out tense moans between desperate breaths. The feeling of her, be it the soft skin under the bodysuit or her folds clenching all around him. The sight of her, bottom-heavy curves spasming, her cover so thin and tight he could make out the shape of her areolas.

John rutted into her in the hallway. Their unified grunts filled the room, occasionally intermingled with the gasps of their watching maid. Aclysia followed it all with pure delight in her eyes. His clothes hanging over her arms, she did not touch herself whatsoever. She just stood there, clothed and eager, knowing she would be given her time.

Racing towards the first release, John suddenly stopped. His cock tensed, as did the rest of him. There was nowhere left for Rave’s physical signifiers of ecstasy to rise, but he knew he broke another ceiling regardless. Had it not been for her odd ability to just keep on going, she would have doubtlessly shut down from the overlap of her own boundless pleasure and the orgasmic white pumping into her.

The tensing of his body ended with a swift ebb. His still hard cock twitched, ready for more. More he would get. John grabbed his woman by the thighs. Even mindless as she currently was, she understood what her dom wanted. Legs wrapped around his hips, arms around his neck, and the entirety of her was carried by him.

It was easier than it had ever been. His Strength had long since exceeded the level needed to lift her, but he was broader and taller now, and that made this that much simpler. ‘This is the life,’ the Gamer thought and strut confidently down the corridor, a quivering cat girl on his cock and a servile maid a step behind.

There were other haremettes in the complex. Some he passed, others he did not, but all heard the orgasmic wailing of the feline Lightbearer. She came with every step. It only took the slightest of rubs to make the pink-haired nymphomaniac gush again.

They reached the bedroom. John threw down the sex-crazed cocksleeve, then pinned her with kisses and his hands on her forearms. The arrangement did not last for long. The Companion Cube was turned into shackles around her wrists. Telekinetic leverage acquired, the Gamer dragged her up her arms.

Rave was not much of a rope bunny. She enjoyed the occasional restriction, but usually preferred being the support dom. In her current state, John probably could have strung her up like Eliana and she would have loved it. Had he been in a more patient mood, he may have done it too. His cock demanded a more basic approach to bondage. The need to pound her was more urgent than the creative expression.

Aclysia was still present. She had folded the clothes and put them aside. Her presence, obedient and quiet, was more of a turn-on in that moment than her participation would have been. John basked in the servant’s adoration, while he ripped the bodysuit open further. The window grew until the second of her lower holes was nicely accessible.

A smack to that perfect ass had to be administered first. John had just as little control over it as Rave had over all of herself in that moment. The flawlessly mirrored twin globes jiggled under the confines of her bodysuit. The border between ass and thighs underlined the roundness of her rump. Another smack, then another, each giving Rave time to shout louder and get even needier. Her cunt constantly dripped cum and love fluids.

One need overtook another. Rave’s ass was still rippling from the latest smack when John pushed against her puckered backdoor. Penetration was smooth and rapid, orgasmic spasms overcome by trained acceptance of his large cock.

“That’s my good girl,” John groaned, once he pushed against that perfect butt. “I love you. I love you more than I could ever express.” He nibbled on her earlobe. “Everything I do, I want to do for us. I know I don’t always live up to that. I’ll do better. I’ll always do the best I can, for you, for ours.”

The words themselves did not matter much. Rave was in no state to comprehend the details. He meant all of them though and she heard that. She purred, from the depths of her throat, cat girl that she was.

All of that was followed with the merciless pounding of her asshole. Screaming and grunting, the pink-haired cocksleeve trembled with each renewed spike of her chain of orgasms. There was no way to even start counting. The item could do it, by some esoteric mechanism, but that was it. Maybe John could have done it if he concentrated on it, but he was too taken in by his own part in her bliss.

Rave half-hung from the hovering shackles. John lowered them, until her elbows could support her weight – at least a little bit. ‘Just a little bit of discomfort, just the right kind of pain,’ he thought and delivered another smack to her ass. She howled and curved her back, emphasizing the roundness of her bubble butt to its utmost. “Fuck, how do I deserve you?”

Hands around her narrow waist, he drove into her even harder. His manhood disappeared in her backdoor, between those pink-clad cheeks. They wobbled most pleasingly with every back and forth motion.

John pulled out spontaneously. A disappointed and confused moan accompanied it when he turned her onto her stomach. Aclysia was immediately there, not even requiring the order to clean her Master’s cock with a silky washcloth. The expert touch of the maid removed any unseen concerns from his manhood, leaving him ready to indulge in more.

Another tear parted the front of the bodysuit from groin to collar. Initially the thin fabric struggled, then it reformed as an orderly window, both acts were in accordance to his wishes. Revealed was the midriff of his first love, with all of its peaks and valleys.

Bowing down, John dragged his tongue over the flat stomach. He tasted the salt and felt the ups and downs of her softly toned muscles. Rave giggled erotically, moaned ecstatically when he reached her exposed nipple, and parted her lips in anticipation when he arrived at her neck. He seized her by the hair again, kissed her again, and drove back into her pussy.

Missionary turned into the mating press, inevitably. Neither of them took the lead in that change, they both moved according to their desires and that just ended up with her ass between his legs and her heels pressed against his lower back.

He just kept on rutting into her. There was nothing else to be done. This was what they were both there for: to give their all in pursuit of each other’s happiness. In this moment, that happiness was pure pleasure, sinful and sweet. The plant-based bed shook under the intensity of his movements.

John was hugging her now, pressing her against his chest, which she covered in kisses. He released her hands, only so she could cling onto him. She did so, holding him as if he was her sole raft in an ocean of stormy bliss.

The lewd sounds of constant penetration filled the room. Slapping of flesh against flesh. Wet noises of a pussy pounded and a hard cock sliding. Gasps and grunts and moans and screams, all mingling to form a symphony of the most debauched kind.

“Ooooooh, fuck!” Rave exclaimed suddenly.

The words were the Gamer’s signal to stop for a moment. His embrace loosened, to find his girlfriend blinking into a half focus. “I didn’t say stop, tiger!” she reprimanded him. “We ain’t done until ya cum inside again!”

John grinned, the fact that she was capable of talking again meant that he had satisfied the buff. ‘Only came once during that time, that’s got to be some kind of new record.’ “I think I’ve done enough for you,” he answered. “You pay me back.”

Pulling out, John rolled over onto his back and gave his first fiancée an expectant stare. She groaned, not because she disagreed, but because her body was sore head to toe. Without the Libido buff, she was no longer so mindlessly horny to be unaware of the condition she was in. Healthy, yes, but exhausted from combat and sex. Dehydrated as well, probably, considering the state of the bed.

Making her suck his cock in that state was, funnily enough, not even slightly cruel. The reward for her task would be a load adjusted by Perks and alchemy to give her everything she needed. Watching her work for it was still a sadistic pleasure.

Rave was in every mood to play along. She crawled languidly between his legs. Energy returned to her when she took the first lick of his cock. “Mhm!” she moaned at the taste, once she had wrapped her lips around the shaft.

John could have given her orders, hypnotic, magical, and not, but he decided to just watch her do this. There was a simple pleasure in being a man getting serviced by a thoroughly fucked girlfriend that was sweeter than anything layered on top. She was quivering from the aftershocks and he had earned every ministration of her nimble tongue.

It did not take long for him to reach the point of no return. It was a miracle he had lasted this long. His semen surged up his shaft and pumped down Rave’s throat. The feline Lightbearer kept her nose buried in his groin even as his shaft kept tensing inside her. One last orgasm trembled through her as her reward.

Slowly, teasingly, she came back up. When his cock popped out of her mouth, her tongue lolled out for an uncontrolled moment. “Yeah, this is the life,” Rave sighed, then yawned and laid down. “Have fun with the other girls, tiger, I’ll take a nap.”

“You do that,” John encouraged her.