Contrary to Delicia’s choice of words, the alchemist and the harpy were not currently busy readying each other for him. Instead, they sat almost two metres apart at the edge of the bed, both looking at their feet, both dressed, and both only blushing from embarrassment. When John closed the door behind himself, the smug maid grinned up at him. “Surprise, nothing lesbian going on here! Your expectations must be totally dashed.”

“This is what I expected, actually,” John responded flatly and leaned against the door. He did not want to come any closer until he knew exactly what was expected from him. “So, what conclusion did you come to?”

“Do you or…?” Delicia asked her friend, more timid than usual.

“I can if you…?” Nightingale responded, similarly uncertain. When neither of them spoke up immediately, the older woman cleared her throat. “I have no issue with Delicia joining our harem, John. I know she will be treated right.”

“Right.” John nodded. That was info he had already anticipated, so he looked demandingly to Delicia. He felt like, if he didn’t put on the pressure here, they would be in a circle of awkward silence for a while. “And you?”

“I… so… here’s the thing… I know this is super surprising, because I’m a sexy little beast, but I’m not much of a… social person. EHEM!” Delicia coughed into a raised fist. “What I am saying is that I am giving you the great honour of being my default choice! Yeah, I like… I like you, and you treat Gale well, so you can treat me well, right?”

“Right.” John put his forehead in wrinkles. “We’re walking chartered territory here. Are you sure liking me is enough?”

“I mean, real talk, I don’t particularly care about falling in love and all that jazz. I’m fine with a relationship where I just like my guy and he, you, likes me and that’s that,” Delicia confessed. “As long as we have fun fucking, hanging out, and not get in the way of each other’s work, that’s good for me.”

The Gamer hummed. That wasn’t quite enough for him, truth be told, but he was certain he could convince her of more as the weeks and months ticked by. No need to do things in the proper order when he was absolutely sure the end outcome would be the same. “So you want to join my harem right now.” Delicia nodded. “And you’re fine with that.” Nightingale nodded. “Which means the two of you want to rip the proverbial band-aid off right now?”

They seemed relieved that he spelled it out so clearly, saving both of them the trouble of saying it out loud. Now knowing what he was dealing with, John pushed himself off the door and sat down between the two women. Nightingale wiggled her butt next to his, Delicia remained where she was.

‘Well, I prefer taking the lead anyway,’ John thought and reached over to Delicia. The smug maid yelped in surprise when he firmly reached around her waist and dragged her against his side. Her breasts cushioned the impact, squishing against him before she raised her head and stared at him with big blue eyes. Her pink lips quivered.

Smirking triumphantly, loving the sense of control he had over the dumbfounded brat, John turned his attention away from her. Instead, he kissed Nightingale. Solace was found in the familiar sensation of his lips, and the harpy relaxed nicely, while their tongues whirled. Moaning, she invited him to claim her more passionately.

John would have done so in any case. His hand possessively pressed into her wild mane, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Black wings embraced him, while the smaller woman tilted her head further and further back to oblige his demanding lips. She trembled, her excitement growing from every moment his tongue spent exploring the depth of her sensitive mouth. Her saliva soon became thicker, stickier. When John pulled away, a long strand of her juices connected the tips of their tongues.

“Man, you sure like to get… dirty…” Delicia’s voice turned really small when John’s attention switched to her. She gulped when he slowly leaned towards her. For a moment, he wondered if she would pull away. Then she mustered her conviction, and suddenly met him halfway.

Their teeth smacked together. Not a sensation John appreciated, but he kept his hold on her and maintained the kiss, before she could pull away. Largely motionless, Delicia accepted her role as the inexperienced – John aimed to let her know she was his inexperienced submissive. By body language alone, this was easily done. He practically buried the tiny woman with his physical presence. He had more than 25 centimetres on her, was broader and more firmly built. Like most Abyssals, she was in prime physical condition, but she was still a small woman, and he was on the border between a slender and well-balanced man.

While he slowly and methodically kissed her, easing her into the sensation of having his tongue past her lips, his hand glided upwards. The soft fabric of the maid uniform refused to wrinkle, tightly attached to her skin. There was no excess fat to her midriff. He felt the nice softness of a stomach that was flat without being muscular. A bit further up, there was a sudden, dominating squishiness.

The moment John felt the weight of her underboob against his thumb, he accelerated his caresses. Greedily, more greedily than was appropriate for most virgins, he helped himself to a handful of marshmallow soft tit. A strong moan reverberated in his mouth. The first time any man was groping her breasts, and she only moaned and gasped, while he aggressively fondled their weight. His fingers pressed deeply into the overabundant flesh, found her nipple and twisted.

Delicia screamed. Their kiss broke for a moment, from her neck tilting back. John reclaimed her lips as his immediately, muffling further cries.

There had been more than one reason that he had put her in that maid outfit. Was it because she looked sexy in it? Absolutely. Was it because she conveniently fit in the alphabetical order? Perhaps. Was it because he had long since deciphered that she was a submissive masochist that was flaunting her tits so much because she needed someone to finally man up, seduce her, and grab those sensitive, massive things?”

Bingo.

The Gamer let go of her left tit and watched her cleavage bounce back into a resting position. Quickly, his hand travelled between her legs. Pushing between her thighs was both simple and difficult. Tightly clenched with excitement, he managed to slip between the thickness pancaked on the bed. Delicia let out another cry when his fingers glided over her wet panties.

Breaking the kiss, John straightened up, and pulled his now drenched fingers out of Nightingale’s mouth. He had been fingering her throat the entire time, getting both girls into a near-orgasmic state of excitement. Heavily panting, they both looked at him, then at each other, as John pulled them closer to his lap.

“Kiss,” he ordered, without the magical effect. He wanted this breaking of the barrier between them to be motivated only by their genuine desire. As worked up as he had gotten them, he had given all the aid he could.

Panting and occasionally gulping, they gazed at each other with flustered eyes. They had never looked at each other this way and their long friendship was competing with their current sexual desires. That being said, neither of them was completely straight and they had agreed to this. Ever so slowly, Nightingale made the first move.

Awkward, hesitant, they kissed. Their lips met one another, and they both pulled back a bit. Then, they swiftly met each other again. A sudden outburst of passion – that would have been nice. Alas, there were no secret urges for each other that they had been holding back. Just two women that learned to love each other because they shared the same man.

Nightingale took the lead, a fact unsurprising along every level. When they had advanced to the stage where they were comfortable opening their lips, the harpy’s tongue advanced. Soon the wide open eyes closed halfway as they got lost in the moment of passion. Then, this particular activity was past the threshold. The awkwardness was gone, and they just kissed. Satisfied, John nudged them to pull back. They did so without hurry, no signs of regret on their faces.

This was a paradigm shift in their relationship, nothing more, nothing less.

“A little more comfortable?” John asked the two of them.

“Yes.”

“I was always comfortable, totally,” Delicia lied as naturally as she breathed. “No need to treat me with baby glo-“

“Strip.” The single word made Delicia freeze, her lips stuck in the middle of the syllable.

Nightingale chuckled, hiding her lips and much of her body behind a raised wing. A little dispersion of black energy, and the leotard she always wore was gone, revealing the harpy in all of her slender, nude grace. She blushed, but spread her legs regardless, letting Delicia see her wet, deep grey snatch.

John made the showcase even more intimate by spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and showing off everything. The twitching inside, her exposed clit, the continuous drool of love juices, the gradual change from dark grey to deep purple inside her. Enticed, Delicia followed every movement, and bit her lower lip when he invaded the harpy with two fingers.

“I told you to strip,” he reminded her, to the backdrop of Nightingale’s moans. She fell against his shoulder, and continued to moan. The lavender eyes of the goddess communicated need.

“Uh… uhm… yeah, I know…” Delicia tugged at the chest piece of her maid outfits, pulling both it and the tits underneath it down. “I don’t know how to strip…” she confessed.

John chuckled and caressed the side of her face. “Relax, you can figure this out,” he encouraged her. “You’re a brilliant alchemist – my brilliant alchemist, now.” He took a firm hold of her chin and made her look at him. A partially failed endeavour, Delicia’s eyes kept glancing over to Nightingale. The harpy writhed against John’s right side, grinding her crotch against his ever-working fingers. The lewd sounds filled the room as much as the smell of lavender.

After about a minute, the first bit of clothing was absorbed under Delicia’s skin. Once she had figured out how to do that, it did not take long for her to make the rest disappear as well. “I did it!” she declared triumphantly, stretching. “I did i-“ She stopped in her repetition, realizing she was naked. Rather than hide herself, she more deliberately presented herself. “That’s right, drink it all in, pervert – my pervert now.”

John needed no encouragement. Her tits looked even better naked, drooping just a little further without the support. Their massive size in combination with her stoutness made her midriff look much shorter, relative to her overall body. Then there were those massive, pale thighs and the size of her ass both getting pushed up by resting on the mattress.

“It would be… customary to… share a blowjob,” Nightingale panted with a lewd smile on her face. “But we could… postpone that…”

John had to grunt in agreement, he did not have the patience to get sucked off right now. Gracing Nightingale with a deep kiss that sent her over the edge, he held the harpy throughout her orgasm, then let her collapse on the harem sized bed. With deep hunger in his eyes, he turned to the shortstack. With an expression between eager, aroused, and intimidated, Delicia stared up at him.

With one assertive motion, he tossed her deeper into the bed. Hurriedly, he crawled after her, got on top of her, and latched onto her tits. The shortstack moaned. Her spine arched. Massive globes of female flesh were pressed right in his face. He grabbed both feverishly. Squished the tits together. Let them bounce back into their proper position. Grabbed them again. Pushed them all the way, until he could catch both nipples with his mouth. He drooled all over them. Sucked, and felt a bit of liquid actually spurt into his mouth. It tasted sweet, like honeyed milk.

“Baha-aahhh-ahaha-ahh-a,” Delicia tried to smugly laugh, between her many moans. “You’ve drank the poissssson, I preeee-pera-ah-ed. Your ooonnnnly cure is to… to strip!”

“Anything but that,” John pleaded drily and detached from her tits. There were few things greater than watching such massive melons quake as they fell back into their resting position. Delicia kept them jiggling, shaking her shoulders smugly to entice him. It was absolutely working. So was the lewd grin on her face. Her need was clear. The 28 Libido she had before he came along were manifest in every breath, in the hardness of her pink nipples, and the glistening of her hairless cunt.

John opened the menu and pressed the button. Many haremettes preferred the show when he stripped, Delicia was too needy to care. When his clothes vanished, she bit her lower lip and devoured all of him with her eyes, starting at his collarbone and stopping at his cock. “Boy, am I happy I don’t have organs anymore,” Delicia whispered.

“It would be difficult to fit all of me inside you,” John agreed. Women could take a lot in the dick department, but his entire 20 centimetre manhood fitting inside a 151 shortstack? Probably impossible. As she was, they did not have to worry about that. Delicia parted her legs and raised her hands.

John grabbed her by the thighs, rolling her hips up as he aligned himself with her virgin entrance. Fat ass raised, body buried under his, she was completely at his mercy and she grinned at that. “Come on, you wanted to discipline me, right, right?” she egged him on. “I doubt you got anything going on besides being big.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll forget how to speak soon enough,” he told her and pushed into her.

Soon enough turned out to be right that moment. While he groaned, while his cock stretched out her drenched folds, she screamed. The prolonged foreplay had put her right at the edge. There were goosebumps all over her, while he pressed her into the mattress. He penetrated her as quickly as was reasonable. The tip of his cock pushed against the entrance of her womb. What would have been a painful experience for other women; to the artificial body of the homunculus, it was just a temporary design flaw. Her insides shifted and expanded to accommodate his size. In just a few seconds, he had sunk down to the hilt inside her. The base of his cock touched her pussy lips and she climaxed.

The already tight folds clenched down on his erection. Delicia’s arms wrapped around his neck; the ends of her bent legs managed to catch his lower back. John was hunched over her. Her body was completely covered by his shadow. He saw it all. The depraved expression on her face, her massive mounds, the slight folds in her rolled-up stomach, her stretched thighs, and where the two of them were connected.

Delicia clenched her teeth when he pulled back. The intense pleasure was written all over her face. “Not so smug now, are you?” John asked. “Didn’t even take a spanking.”

There was no response, she was too busy howling at his cock sinking back inside her. “The first time with John is intense,” Nightingale purred. The harpy had crawled over and was now settling next to them. Nothing better for further desensitization than to watch her best friend get fucked into ecstasy. “It’s normal to pass out, after it is over.”

Delicia just glanced over, acknowledging Nightingale’s existence, and nodded weakly, before her expression turned blank from the third time he slammed into her. Already, her pussy was eager to take him with long and hard thrusts and John happily accelerated.

‘Breaking short girls with the mating press is the best,’ he thought, as the lewd clapping of rapid lovemaking filled the room. Delicia’s expression transformed into a blank display of intense pleasure. Her lips were agape, her eyes slightly rolled up. Short bursts of moans were interrupted by periods of silence.

Pounding her at a rapid pace, he made her tits jiggle relentlessly. Back and forth, they swayed. The nipples drew ovals in the air. The areola were still wet from John’s saliva and her lactation. He still wasn’t sure whether he liked that or not, but he certainly did not mind it. Neither did Nightingale. Her head fit between the two of them and she latched onto Delicia’s left nipple, working it with her dextrous tongue.

The alchemist’s fat ass and thighs cushioned every impact, rippling almost as much as her tits did. John could not wait to turn her around and fuck her from behind, but he also could not stop. Her tight hole was gripping him in every sense of the word. The folds stuck even as he pulled out, refusing to let him go and then greeting him back in with a snug fit.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! The wet impacts bounced around the room. Delicia found a bit of her voice again, but she only used it to scream, louder and louder. The Gamer was hammering her from one orgasm to the next, that much he was certain of. His groin was already drenched with the mixture of their love juices. Occasionally, he shifted his angle, learning more and more about her sensitive spots. She had one exactly where the G-spot was supposed to be, at the roof of her pussy, not too far in. The universal existence of it was questionable, but she definitely was crying out loud each time the head of his cock grinded along there.

John’s orgasm was slowly approaching. On one hand, he wanted to hear her bratty voice coax him into cumming inside her. On the other hand, this was much better. Actually, this was just much better. The easily broken brat was clinging onto him, all of her muscles tensed, her curves glistening with a sheen of sweat. She was his to do with as he pleased, had instantly lost to his cock. All of her smugness wiped off her face, leaving only the ecstasy.

“I’m going to… cum….” he pressed out. The announcement had Nightingale pull back quickly. Intently, she watched Delicia, focused on engraving all of this into her mind as a new normal.

Delicia had no such thoughts at the moment. She was all instincts and those instincts made her hug John as tight as she could as he doubled his speed on the final stretch. His hands dropped her thighs and clawed into her bubble butt instead. Freed, her legs completely closed around his hips and held on. There was no escape. There was only her firm, yielding ass under his hands, her tits against chest, her cries in his ear, and her gushing cunt around his cock as he unloaded directly into her womb.

The gushing turned into a proper squirting. Semen pumped inside her. Her folds clenched in unison with his waves of bliss. Pussy juices dripped from his balls and her ass onto the sheets, staining them with proof of their intense lovemaking. “Fuck,” John groaned, another rope of cum pumping into her. He had woken up today thinking the highlight would be seeing Hailey and now he was painting the insides of a long-wanted, sexy shortstack white.

Slowly, his orgasm subsided. Hers continued strong for a long while. He showered her head in kisses and stayed inside her, until her legs finally eased up. The moment he did pull out of her, she fully collapsed on the bed and was out as if a light switch had been flipped.