John was torn for but a moment. Any resolve he had to keep waiting crumbled the instant Metra dropped to his feet and pressed her nose into his crotch. The submissive blonde babe’s eyelids fluttered while she took in his scent. His pants were off in a matter of two button presses. Her mouth opened wide, she presented her throat like a well-trained sub did, and was immediately filled with his cock.

Barely, John took the time to snap his fingers and state, “Metra, do you love my cock? Are you my cum bucket?” Both of those questions had an excited nod accompanying them. Then, the range of motion of her head was restricted by the cock that was pushed into her throat. “Masturbate,” he ordered the old-fashioned way, both hands clawing into her confined mane of golden hair.

In the truest sense, he was using her as a toy. In and out, at a pace serving only his own desire. Her face was just the place the most convenient hole was placed. Hard as steel, his cock hammered against the back of her throat again and again. Suggestion, order, and her own fingers spurred on constant, vibrating moans.

Without thought, John unloaded inside her. Having his cum pump down her gullet got the First of Wrath off so hard, she was sent into an immediate spasming fit. “That’s a good cum bucket.” Streams of semen left behind a deeply satisfied feeling. His hips finally stopped moving, Metra’s lips pressed into his groin. With no need to breathe and her eagerness to please him, she made for such a perfect comfort hole. “Fuck, you’re just an amazing sex slave. That’s what you are, right?”

“Mhhh—hmmmm!!!” Even with her hips jerking in random direction from bliss, Metra managed to channel her moans into a confirmation. Her golden wolf ears stood on high alert, ready to hear her Master’s every command. Her pinkish brown lips sat tightly around his dick. Inside her greedy mouth, her tongue massaged whatever it could reach. Only a fully sensitive throat could have made this situation even better.

That was, barring the addition of another haremette to the scene.

The bedroom door was in his periphery, so he raised his head the moment it began to open. Out stepped Nathalia. In a maid outfit. The world’s sluttiest, least fit for purpose maid outfit. Really, it was just a shoulder piece, headwear, and stocking that barely even remotely followed the requirements of a frilly black-and-white colour scheme. The beauty of the maid outfit was that, even at this extreme level of minimalism, it was recognizable.

As for everything between her shoulders and her thighs, there was only something John would describe as a leather micro bikini. On heels, Nathalia strutted towards him, seductively placing one foot before the next. She did not exactly have the body language of a maid, tall and proud as she was, but it still looked damn good on her.

John did not know where to look. That gorgeous face of hers, with the deep red lips? That new and improved chest of hers, swaying like her hips with every step? Her thighs shifting deliciously, their thickness jiggling in their own right? Maybe what laid between them, the leather thong that was eating into a clearly drenched cunt?

“Make room, Metra. I’ll please our Master now.” Even if she did not have the body language, she did know how to use that word properly.

Metra did not immediately pull up, her fealty belonged to him and his urges. When he let go of her hair, that was the signal for her to meet the goddess’ demand. Lewd slurping sounds accompanied her slow rise upwards. “Th-aaah-nk you for letting me venerate your coo-ohhck, stud,” she gasped.

John snapped his fingers and said, “Clear.” The hypnotic suggestions were discontinued, for the moment. “Before you make room, show me your cunt.”

“Your wish is my pleasure, my King.” Metra grinned and got on her feet. Her hotpants formed their own camel toe, incredibly pronounced and moist. The intense orgasms she had been brought to by his facefucking and her fingers had created a sizable dark spot. Showing off, she drummed on the surface with her middle finger, each short contact drew a gooey strand.

Metra turned around and, legs straight, pulled her hotpants down. Her ass was presented for any variety of lewdness he desired. A caramel buffet of two round spheres, dripping honey between them.

“All of me is yours, my King, to command, claim and, if you wish to use that aspect of your immense powers, breed.” Metra spread her pussy lips open. The healthy pink insides were of a so much more pronounced colour than the swollen, almost dark brown labia around.

“What do you think about that announcement, Nathalia?” John wondered.

A hand was put against his chest, pushing him backwards into the Couch. He remembered shoves like this from the dragoness. Once upon a time, he had barely registered that he was moving after she exerted her force. Nowadays, he could have resisted by various, non-physical means. He had no intention to. Nathalia was one of the switches in his harem and letting her do some soft domineering at the start of things made it so much more interesting when he gradually fucked her into a servile state of multi-orgasmic bliss.

“I have considered long and hard what my stance towards the craving for your offspring is,” Nathalia responded, while climbing on top of him. “Even if this one is saying it only to tease me.”

“Eh, not entirely.” Metra walked around to John’s back and hugged him from behind. “If he ordered me, this sex slave would gladly become a breeding slave… although I would prefer royal seed.” She whispered into his ear. “It does fucking excite me to consider being an impossible mother. Guess breeding is contagious.”

‘God, I hope it is… and hope it’s not too bad,’ John’s kinky and reasonable sides thought near-simultaneously. “We’d have an issue if you were all pregnant at the same time.”

“You consider how you wish to tackle that, my mate and Master,” Nathalia stated, moving her thong aside. Exposed, her overflowing pussy juice immediately dripped on his cock. “I will be bred among the first. All I respect is Eliana’s claim. After that, you will conquer my womb. This craving for your seed that everyone in this harem has is deeply proper.” The head of his cock split her outer folds. Heat, a few degrees above regular human temperature, began to envelop him. As she impaled herself on his long, girthy manhood, she continued, “The seed worthy ooo-ah-fff meeee shoullld be… should be coveted!”

Nathalia barely managed to get the last word out in a clear manner, then she lost control of her vocal cords. Her raspy, seductive voice was channelled into grunts and screams, as her past hours of abstinence took their toll on the pleasure-addicted goddess. She came the moment she had fully taken him inside. A debauched grin appeared on her face, her carnivorous teeth fully revealed and her long, pointy tongue stretched out.

Hips straddled, John could only watch in delight, while the dragoness forced her hips up again. Slowly up, then hard back down, accelerating gradually as if she had to learn how to fuck again. Each time the descent of her large rump shook their section of the magical Couch, the force reached her titanic tits.

John had wanted them wrapped around his shaft, but Nathalia visibly needed the immediate release. Plus, being treated to those massive mammaries bouncing right in front of his face was fantastic in its own right. Up and down, a rhythm slightly delayed from the smacking sounds of her hips on his groin. They went through various stages of movement, to say that they jiggled was to understate it. In all their magnificent size, they swung upwards, looked unreasonably perky for a moment, then descended in parallel. Towards the bottom, they parted, momentum making them swing outwards. A ripple went up through their size, while the continued riding sent them flying back up in a curve. Up top they met again in their perky state, and it all started all over.

Again and again, her massive tits repeated that cycle. Never did John get any level of bored. He was completely entranced by her ferocious assault. Her hot, wet folds gripped his cock at every opportunity. Her pinkish brown nipples were erect. Desperate breathing added yet a different form of movement to the mix. The micro bra was miraculously still in place, her nipples poking through.

John was so completely taken by the gorgeous hotness of his dragon goddess, that he did not notice his orgasm approach until his hips involuntarily shot up. Nathalia threw her head back and screamed, while her womb was filled. “MORE!” she demanded, in voice and body. Her pussy constricted around his cock, trying to get every last drop out.

Gushing from the intensity of her own ecstasy, Nathalia nonetheless resumed riding him almost immediately. John inhaled sharply, the sensitivity of his mid-orgasmic cock overbearing. His hips were pushed back down to the seat of the Couch by her rippling rump.

Just watching the swaying of her tits was no longer good enough. Snapped out of the hypnotic trance by his orgasm, John asserted himself in a basic manner by pressing his face right into her cleavage. The front of his head was nearly entirely enveloped by those phenomenally sized marshmallow breasts. Hot, hot as the tits of the goddess of volcanoes should have been, they spurred the fire in his loins further.

Just kissing the deep valley of her cleavage made Nathalia gasp with intensified lust. Invigorated, John grabbed her tits with both hands. Pressing them against his head indulgently, he kissed the firm yet yielding squish. In every direction, he found more of it. Like a starving beast, he tasted her. Sweet and smoky on his tongue, burning sandalwood in his nose, he was completely filled with all that the goddess exuded.

His first orgasm was barely over when the second was approaching. Being ridden without pause did not give the body time to rest. A regular man could have had issues with the demands made by Nathalia’s shaking hips, but John Newman was far from that state. He could continue endlessly.

However, it was not quite time yet.

With his pleasure mounting, John’s actions got more hasted. Rapidly, he kissed his way from the cleavage up the inside of her right tit. It was a long, delicious climb, the quaking mountain of flesh underneath only flattening towards the erect peak. Grabbing that tit roughly, John pronounced the areola even more, having the kneadable hotness it rested on spill past his fingers. With his teeth, he pulled the bra aside in pure lust and greed, and sucked on the hard nipple.

Nathalia suddenly stopped. Silent, eyes unequally closed and lids fluttering, she sat on her life-partner’s crotch. Her entire body vibrated. A visible jolt went through her when John flicked her nipple with his tongue. Her cunt relaxed, then tightened again.

John circled her areola. The tiny little bumps felt fascinating under his tongue, as did the smoothness he felt when exploring a bit further away. His favourite was still to stimulate the nipple directly. The dragoness reacted as if he was giving her clit dedicated attention. Spasming in his lap, she was barely even capable of raising her hips halfway up before she plunged back down.

‘Work the other one,’ John commanded Metra mentally.

The wolf girl was already in position and the backrest reshaped itself to make it easier for her to access the dragoness. Almost as greedy as him, she groped the left tit with both hands. Teasingly, she licked the nipple. She bit just the tip. Tongue stretched out, she circled around it. Then, she latched on and sucked on her half of the funbags so enormous they almost required two people to be fully appreciated.

Nathalia was limited, by pleasure and the sucking lovers on her chest, to gyrating her hips. Back and forth, round and round, her pussy walls shifted around him. A gradual, slow massage that brought him over the edge. The previous orgasm came suddenly, but this one was a long, terribly ecstatic crawl to the finish line.

“Yeeesssssssssss,” Nathalia hissed, just as he pumped a second load of baby batter into her. “All of it, John, give me all of your seed. Prepare my womb for the day… the day you knock me up!”

Spurt for spurt, he did as she desired. Each surge of pleasure painted more of her insides white. Still, she talked, her voice strained from pleasure but the words mostly clear. Eventually, he realized he had been holding his breath. Swiftly, he dropped back against the couch, panting heavily. The last few drops of his second load were wrung from his shaft. “What is today?!” he complained out loud. “Fuck, did you all infect each other with baby-rabies? Do you know how close you get me to pressing that button?”

Nathalia smiled dreamily, pacified by the pleasure coursing through her. “Then fuck me in the way you desire most.”

“On the couch,” John growled. The dragoness did not move, challenging him to take matters in his own hands. Taking her bubble butt into both hands, he stood up. Her own weight made her ass press into his palms. The surface yielded just a little bit, the firmness of her round rump a natural grip. Much as John enjoyed the focus on her tits for the moment, this was still his favourite feeling.

John turned around and put Nathalia underneath him. Immediately, Metra joined them on the now bed shaped segment of the Couch. “You’re so fucking hot when you take charge,” she whispered. A delighted gasp was let out when he grabbed her by the mane. After dragging her wolf ear down to his mouth, he whispered.

“And you are a perfect little slave, my adorable tomboy.”

“You made me this way, my King,” Metra purred and kissed his neck. “If you want to use me instead of this rude dragon chick, you can do whatever you want. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” John agreed and let go of her hair. He only did that to spank her ass, though. With a yelp of pain and pleasure, the well-trained wolf girl nuzzled against him. His hand went a little further, finding her moist twat. While fingering her, he fucked Nathalia in missionary. “Remember when you liked to jump on top of me whenever you were horny? Quite assertive of you, almost dominant.”

“I was an unbroken bitch!” she shouted in apology. “You broke me! You fucked me so hard and you broke me and I loved it! I still love it! Fuck… each time… you ma—ah-ke me cum, I feel that ffffucking bliss a bit… that totally mind-wiped, empty head… headed… fucking… euphoria of being… your willing… sex… shllaavveeeeeeeeee!”

John grabbed her face with his other hand, squished her cheeks in a humiliating way. Her orgasmic screams were distorted by the act. “You love it when I break you?”

“I love it so fucking much! Brea-ah-k me! Break me asss mu-u-u-u-uch and often as it plea-ah-ses you… I can take it!”

“Cum,” John ordered her and redoubled the effort of his fingers. Sensitivity was increased to maximum. Multiple orgasms fired up simultaneously for Metra. Barely, she managed to keep looking at her lover, her green eyes glassy with lust. Drool dripped from her mouth.

Pulling out of Nathalia, John dragged the wolf girl with him. Swiftly, he pressed her down on the Couch and her face between Nathalia’s thighs. Cum was just starting to ooze out of the impatient dragoness when the breaking blond babe’s tongue joined the fingers that had crept down so the nymphomaniac goddess could please herself.

Straddling her ass, John held Metra by the back of her neck while pushing into her pussy. Two ‘Thuds’ behind him let him know about her legs kicking from the ecstasy she felt while he sank into the tomboy’s tight cunt. Clenching folds simultaneously made his entrance difficult and beckoned him deeper inside. Even muffled, Metra’s high-pitched cries were music to his ears.

One had to be thankful for evolution, God, or whatever else could have been involved entirety for having made women this gorgeous to behold and so perfect to fuck. Even Metra’s back muscles looked enticing, while John hammered her bubble butt so hard he got to watch not only it ripple, but the shocks spread all the way to Nathalia’s chest.

‘Those fucking tits really jiggle at the slightest touch,’ John thought, before returning his gaze to Metra. He would be playing with Nathalia’s tits in a second, for now he had a slave to break.

The giggling moans indicated that he was on the right track. Pounding her harder and with more care than any man she could have ever had before him, he had her in a haze of bliss. The Perks also did their fair share of work, doubtlessly, and John made a note of breaking her at mundane levels of pleasure one of these days.

Right now, he had other haremettes to do besides her. With reinforced pleasure ravaging her sensitive cunt and his orgasm inducing seed being lapped out by her tongue, Metra lost herself. John reached out to her mind and found a milky white bubble of thoughtless subservience, with only the occasion thought streaking through. Her golden tail mimicked the feeling of her mental landscape, the golden fluff lying limply and twitching occasionally.

John sped up as much as he could, racing to the finish line. Grunting, he slammed against her ass one final time. The relaxed mixture of muscles and fat was a cushion unlike any other. “CUM!” John ordered again, this time addressed to both of his lovers.

Nathalia’s spine arched and she screamed, holding down Metra’s head with both hands. While the dragoness was clearly enjoying herself, the First of Wrath was overwhelmed to such a degree that it made the wiping of her thoughts lasting. Limp, she laid there, licking Nathalia’s cunt. Only her hips moved, twitching off the couch whenever she discharged another wave of pussy juice. The leather turned into a total mess.

John did not care. The Couch could clean itself anyway. It was an acquisition of the Harem Gamer Class, of course it was built to withstand his debaucheries. All that mattered was that Metra was cumming her brains out. Having a willing sex slave came with the obligation of fucking them so hard they forget where they were.

“Fuck, that’s good,” John groaned, the wolf girl’s cunt still spasming around his shaft over a minute later. Even Nathalia had mostly gathered herself by that point. He pulled out, leaving Metra’s ass raised. Her gaping pussy twitched, cum dripping from it. Her whole body twitched, when he took hold of the back of her head and dragged her up.

Revealed was the blank face of a broken blonde babe, her lips and hanging tongue smeared in pussy juice and cum, her eyes unfocused. Only when he moved his dick closer towards her did she react with something besides throaty moans. Her eyes dashed to the phallus. “C—ohhck! Coohck!” she sighed, mouth still agape and presenting.

John placed her back between Nathalia’s thighs. A thankful moan left the dragoness. The sex slave, guided by base instincts, had gone right back to eating her fellow haremette out.

With his mind a bit clearer, John was in a state to finally prepare the main course. He reached into the Sex Dungeon inventory and retrieved a bottle of simple oil. He squirted a nice bit on both of her breasts, then put it away again.

The ropes of the clear, viscous liquid were slowly trailing down her breasts. It was mesmerizing to follow. Even more satisfying was when John symmetrically moved his hands around her breasts, distributing the oil evenly. Straddled over her midriff, he took his time with this, removing the micro bikini in the process. Soon, the massive mammaries were glistening.

Covered in the slippery fluid, the smooth tits escaped under his circling palms. Continuously, their form yielded to the pressure he put on it. Weight made them slump to the sides, spill past the edge of her torso, until his hands glided over the outer curve of the spheres and pushed them together. A moment later, they slumped back to their resting position. His hands continued on, brushing over her nipples.

Heartbeat and excited breaths, both could be felt under his palms. Nathalia looked at him wantonly with half-closed lids, too pleased to object and too eager to be truly satisfied with only this. Her arms moved closer together, turning the wide valley between the large hills into a deep ravine between two gloriously round mountains.

John could not deny his carnal desires and grabbed her breasts as best he could. The slipperiness made that difficult, but that was all part of the appeal. His drenched cock effortlessly slipped between her breasts. Had it not been for the constant shifting of the oiled orbs, even his respectably sized manhood would have been swallowed entirely.

It was like being surrounded, on all sides, by a pillow fortress made from only one pillow. A triple stuffed sleeping bag, perhaps, or a full-body satin glove surrounded by cotton. Whatever the best metaphor was, fact was that he felt like his dick was melting into a relaxed mess at a place of comfort.

Gently, he thrust back and forth. The lubrication was absolute, to the point that there was barely any friction at all. Nathalia must have noticed his lack of audible lust and pushed her breasts together with her hands rather than arms. The effect was immediate, the intensified pressure giving John that little bit more satisfaction. The kneading she gave her tits certainly helped as well. A massage, given through a medium of pure delight.

Pleasure mounted slowly. That was, his pleasure mounted slowly. Nathalia was clearly getting off on it. Fiery passion in her voice, she cried his name, “John! My John!” while depravedly staring down at the tip of his cock. Repeatedly, it emerged between her jiggling tits. Sometimes he touched the gemstone embedded in her collarbone. The object had a more definitive smoothness to it than her skin, but was not so hard that he was scraping in any manner.

The Gamer was more focused on just how adorable the minimalistic maid outfit looked. The shoulder pieces were cut perfectly to frame the upper edge of the diamond-shaped object. White and frilly, the headpiece sat on Nathalia’s head, slightly crooked after all previous action.

Swallowing visibly, Nathalia opened her mouth in a renewed moan. Mouth open wide, tongue lolling out, she was eagerly awaiting his load. John was nowhere near close. In an effort not to make her wait too long, he increased his tempo drastically.

The jiggling was barely confined, even by the combined efforts of two pairs of hands. Fairly, it had to be said that John was mostly focused on pinching and flicking her nipples now, not on retaining the pressure. While the ripples of his thrusts travelled through their roundness, Nathalia shook her tits with her hands. Together, up and down, individually, angling his dick to the left or to the right, always providing him with a little bit of difference.

“J-Joooooohnn-n-nnn-nn-!” Nathalia screamed, her tongue still hanging out. Without looking back, John knew that her hips were bucking up. He was too focused on her hypnotizing hooters. The sight alone was worth fucking this part of her.

Smooth. Slippery. Hot. The sensations of her tits dominated his mind. Everything about those light brown mounds was gorgeous. A colour like milk chocolate, with no tan lines or other colour shifts to speak of. Nipples of a darker shade, tinted slightly pink, crowned them. All of it in constant motion. In his periphery, the agape, deep red lips, glistening.

“Metra, attend to me,” John groaned, when he felt his release closing in. Quickly, the broken bitch latched onto his back, her arms wrapped around him. Her head peeked over his shoulder. She smelled of fresh cum, sweat and pussy juice, a perversely erotic mixture in the moment. Panting, she rubbed up and down his body, staring at the tits and cock outside her reach.

John continued sliding back and forth between the oiled up titanic tits until completion. Only after the first few spurts of his cum had splattered over Nathalia’s face, soaking into her hair and headpiece, did he pull back. Taking the immediate opportunity, the sex slave gave him a reach around, masturbating him at a rapid pace while gasping, “Masssterrrrr’s co-ah-ckkk!” in an ecstatic voice.

Nathalia was writhing underneath, while rope after rope of cum plastered her face and tits in white. She caught what she could with her mouth, scooped the rest on the fingers of her left hand while greedily squeezing her nipple with the other. Her dextrous tongue cleaned the thick liquid off her fingers, but the sloppy movements were not enough to keep up with the sheer volume he unloaded all over her. The white, as thick for this load as the last three, was starkly visible on her tits.

No matter the size of the canvas, it would always be satisfying to watch a woman in a post-orgasmic haze tremble with aftershocks, covered in his seed. The mindless blonde wolf girl slowed down when the intensity of his orgasm diminished. Crazed with desire, she giggled, her instincts remembering how to milk every last drop from him even while her sapience took a step back. The last few drops of his release fell on her midriff. Her abs showed whenever a spasm tensed her muscles.

After a small break, they continued on.