‘God, this is torture,’ John whined in his thoughts, while holding a pretty happy Siena in his arms.

Obviously, he was not referring to the seductive, raven-haired woman cuddled up to him. Neither her breasts pressed against him nor her round butt under his hands were, in any way, something to whine about. The way she lovingly bit his neck with her sharp fangs might have qualified as torturous. That little bit of pain, however, was not what he cared about.

It was Sunday evening; the third tick of his returning mana had happened and he had just barely been able to afford to bring another one of his elementals back. The choice whom to bring back was the true torture. He wanted all of them back, immediately. Since that was not possible, he had to make a choice about the order. Undine had been a clear first, due to her personal circumstances, and Nathalia’s need to boast made Salamander the clear second. Usually, John would have gone with seniority, so Gnome should have been next.

So, why Siena?

The simple answer was: John was a paranoid man. He was visiting a gala in another country tomorrow and having the elemental that could literally hide in his shadow around would make him feel a little safer.

“You should have summoned me back earlier, John,” she reprimanded him in a quiet whisper. “I was being tortured.”

“You were being showered with affection by your doting mother,” John corrected her. Siena did not have the best relationship with the Mother of Shadows. Unlike Undine, whose reason for being fearful of her progenitor was immensely justified, Siena was just being spoiled. “I’m not sure if you’re just playing the bratty child at this point or if you’re actually resentful she saved your life by locking you away.”

“I do play both sides,” Siena assured with a suggestive giggle. Her sinful, soft voice sent shivers down John’s spine. “How about you introduce me to our new playmate, my saviour?”

That John could do. He smacked the midnight elemental’s butt, the only variety of masochism she enjoyed, and then let go so she could get off him. They shared another long kiss in the armchair, before she actually did. “How about you walk in front of me?” John suggested.

Siena had the third biggest butt in the harem, by John’s highly accurate, visual estimation. However, the two that were even greater endowed, Nathalia and Salamander, were both considerably taller. In the middle of the road, as far as tallness was concerned, the shadow spirit had the most luscious dump truck of an ass in the entire harem. Because the women of John’s harem were still quite tall, she could rock both that massive derriere and her D-cups flawlessly.

Smirking, Siena did as requested, the spade-shaped tip of her tail brushing the underside of his jaw as she took the lead. Each step taken was a suggestion. The crease between thigh and behind was deep. The moment the soles of her high-heel feet hit the ground created an undeniable jiggle. At all times, her relatively thin tail stayed out of the way of his viewing enjoyment. The additional limb was covered in the semi-fluid material she could use to hide any bit of her skin, black as night and covered in silver dots and lines that mimicked constellations. The colours contrasted the grey of her skin, with its dark blue undertones.

At no point could John stop staring at her ass. Fundamentally, he was a fan of the more balanced derrieres. Rave’s ass was the perfect one, in his highly biased opinion, and she was in the upper half of the middle sizes in his harem. The appeal of sheer mass, to a reasonable degree, could not be denied though.

‘Fuck it,’ John thought, about halfway back to his apartment, and stopped Siena with a demanding grab of her wrist.

Silently, Siena stared back. The deep grey of her sclera made the intense silver of her snake-like eyes that much more outstanding. They, too, were surrounded by the constellations one could see on a clear midnight sky.

Without a word, her prehensile tail wrapped around his neck. It was a weak grip, much weaker than she would have loved but as strong as he would accept. She pulled him along towards the wall, and bowed forwards.

The magnitude of her fat ass became truly pronounced when she thrust it out. The sheer curve of that jiggly marble of creation, continuing to her immensely thick thighs, was sure to make every butt-lover’s eyes widen. John’s cock twitched, but he didn’t intend to fuck her right now. He intended to worship.

Dropping down, he impatiently put his lips against her cunt. Siena immediately cried out, her sultry voice hitting the perfect pitch for a seductive moan. She reached behind herself, urged his face deeper into the valley of her firm, round bubble butt, with hand and tail. John could not oblige any more, already as deep in there as physics allowed.

His hand continuously trailed over her smooth skin, sometimes spanking, most of the time just caressing that wonderfully luscious backside. His tongue expertly explored the cunt that he had tasted so many times before. She shared that flavour of winter night with Nightingale, for obvious reasons, but also had a hint of sweet and, oddly enough, spicy to her. Nothing of it was obstructive, as his hot tongue penetrated her. Siena’s body temperature was lower than his own, making for a different sensation.

The wetness filled his mouth quickly. Sounds of growing fulfilment filled the corridor. Siena made vocal the gratitude she had for this kind of welcome. “You’re such a good man,” she gasped. “Oh… yes… you know exactly how to… use that tongue of yours to please!”

Siena’s insides shifted continuously. The folds of her pussy moved in strange and unnatural ways, formed little bumps that pressured his tongue from all sides. John was eager to put his dick inside the monster girl’s pussy, but he kept on eating her out instead. There would be a lot of time to fuck her, but once he had started filling her up, he wouldn’t have any opportunity to eat her out again. Not with his sensibilities, anyway.

Soon, her fingers dug into his scalp, as she pushed her ass against his face and filled his mouth with gush after gush of her delicious honey. Elegant, erotic coos put a quiet underline to the relieved trembles of her womanly curves. John slowed his service, as the orgasm peaked and then calmed.

“I needed that,” he said, giving the curve of her bubble butt one more kiss, before he stood up. “Alright, let’s keep going.”

“What if I’m still hungry?” Siena purred.

“Then you’ll have to be a good girl and wait until the next meal.” John took the lead now, knowing she would successfully tempt him if he kept staring at the swing of her ass. Having high-heels for feet gave her every step a swing that was just pure seduction to the Gamer.

They made it back to the apartment, where Aclysia and Claire were awaiting him, simultaneously bowing the moment he had eyes on them. It had become routine for Claire to greet him that way and the other maids participated whenever they had the time. The question, they skipped. It was outside of lunch or bathing hours. “Finally, I can taste you in person,” Siena hummed and immediately stepped up to Claire.

“I mean, if you want to,” the vampire maid responded casually and inhaled sharply, when Siena grabbed her by the throat. All of Claire’s body language reflected a rigid eagerness to immediately follow whatever command she was given. Her red eyes did dash to John repeatedly. “I love how horny everyone around here is,” she confessed. “I love how that let’s me catch up with all the sex I never had. I love that I get to share John with all of you.”

“Aren’t you a well-behaved puppy?” Siena hummed in friendly mockery. “On the Couch.” The command went out to both Claire and John. Only the vampire maid marched over immediately, John and Siena took a moment to talk to Aclysia. “Is everything satisfying, my least favourite maid?”

“Slightly less so now that you’ve returned,” Aclysia responded in the snide sarcasm only good friends could use towards each other. “Please do reign in your destructive, disruptive habits and tend to your official responsibilities starting tomorrow. There have been numerous reports of shadow spirits ignoring the confines of the brothel.”

Siena sighed, “I will deal with that soon. First, to learn more about our newcomer.” She licked her dark lips with her dextrous, long tongue.

“Aclysia, you watch and pleasure yourself,” John ordered her.

The weaponized maid reacted to the command more intensely than Claire had to being grabbed. A dreamy smile appeared on her face, reflecting in her eyes, while an excited shiver put her body at high sexual readiness. “I will do whatever you ask, Master,” she said, her obsession breaking through her diligent tone that slight bit.

At the Harem Couch, Aclysia sat down in her own armchair and pulled the front strand of her skirt aside. Revealed was her ready cunt, pink and glistening. Slowly, she rubbed her clit, priming herself for the action to start in earnest. Just by watching, pleasure surged through her. Obedience was rewarded, doubly so for Aclysia.

“Let’s not waste any time,” Siena decided, toppling over the vampire maid that had been waiting, diligently sitting upright. Getting on top of Claire, Siena yanked down the frill that covered her petite breasts and sadistically descended with sharp teeth and claws on her nipples. She never drew any blood. Siena was too skilled to cross the line between hurt and injury.

John was once more treated to a sight of Siena’s massive ass being in prime presenting position. The near black of her labia was still swollen and wet, the bright blue of her insides peeking through the outer folds. Even if she hadn’t wiggled that round rump so enticingly, the Gamer would have taken what he wanted.

With one thrust he was inside her. Siena screamed, the initial pressure of being penetrated distracting her for but a moment. Then her unnatural control over her insides sprung into action. All of her folds tightened around him. Tendrils formed all around. They wiggled and vibrated, pushing against his most sensitive spots. Pulses of tightness travelled from her labia to her womb, sucking John deeper inside while masturbating his length.

He tried to pull back to fuck her the usual way, but Siena would have none of it. What she wanted was clear and John was not given the choice to deny it to her. Stuck inside a hell of pleasure, he could only massage and spank her giant ass. Inevitably, her monstrous pussy fulfilled its purpose and he came, hard, inside her.

And he did not stop.

The hellish hole milked him far beyond what even he should have been capable of giving in a single orgasm. This was far from the first time Siena did this to him and he had wholly expected it. Endless amounts of cum, that’s what he could give in theory. Mentally and physically, he was not built for this kind of continuous onslaught of pure ecstasy. All of the Perks in the world could not change that he was a man. Multiple orgasms for women were possible but taxing, which was why John had to be pretty careful with regular females these days. For men, they were definitely not built for it.

After about three minutes of constantly dumping more and more of his absurdly sized loads into Siena’s cunt, John’s euphoria had reached the point where he felt like he would have a seizure. Then it suddenly stopped, the grip was released, and John followed the command of his last active braincell.

Heavily breathing, he laid on the Couch, and watched Siena hurriedly straddle Claire’s face. “I’m an easy woman. You use your tongue to please me and you get what you want – if I fee- AAHHH!” The midnight elemental did not get to finish her sentence, the vampire maid desired John’s cum too much to listen. Greedily, the fourth of John’s maids lapped up all she could of the cum that oozed consistently from Siena’s pussy.

“Could you maybe not try to kill me?” John groaned when he started to get feeling back in his eyes. He still had to blink several times to chase away the multi-coloured dots all over his periphery. “I thought we were past that point in our relationship.”

Siena gave him an apologetic smile. Her whole body was sweaty from the chain of orgasms that had accompanied her getting creampied to the point of bloat. “I missed you a lot,” she whispered and sent a kiss flying his way. “If you’re in a mood for revenge, I’m available.” Enticingly, she pulled her left butt cheek aside, revealing her puckered asshole. Up above, she put a finger on her lower lip, showing her pearly white fangs and deep blue tongue. “Whatever way you want, while our new playmate gets her fix.”

John took another huff to really gather himself. ‘Gamer’s Body is the best,’ he thought, all signs of extreme exhaustion and over-orgasming cleared with a short rest. Then, he approached Siena again.