Chapter 275 – Bonding over Bondage [Erotic Content]

Chapter 275 – Bonding over Bondage [Erotic Content]

 

They went to John and Rave’s room where he immediately went over to the bed and pulled something out from under it. It was a flat chest, about half a metre high and two wide, of simple wood. An accurate description of it would also have been an oversized, wooden briefcase. He put his hand on the lock, which reacted to his mana signature and opened itself with a click. He pulled up the lid.

The chest was bigger on the inside, seemingly continuing into the floor and beyond. It was a bit of a weird sight, seeing the logically placed floorboards and the illogically deep chest right next to them. A weird sight that John was used to by now. He had gotten this chest to not have to store all of the useless stuff he had in his inventory.

For example, the Ascended Hoe of Hoes was in there, as was an assortment of other sexual drops. What he was looking for right now was a bit of bondage gear. As he gathered what he wanted, he listened to Nathalia and Rave discuss in the background.

The bed creaked as Nathalia sat down. “Hah, even the bed thinks you are fat,” Rave teased and earned herself an annoyed growl.

“A little creak is just the first moan amongst the screams this furniture will produce,” Nathalia answered. “It will break under the unbridled thrusts of John’s lust once he plunges his cock into me with a fervour you could never ignite, little Lightbearer.”

Despite the fact that her head was in a lower position than Rave’s, sitting in front of her and all, the dragoness managed to carry herself in a way that made Rave look like the smaller person in this conversation.

“Nuh-uh,” the techno-lover tossed her top across the room just as Nathalia crossed her now naked legs, her scales vanishing underneath her skin; “I haven’t been just lazing around whenever you were busy burning food and sleeping with other guys. I can pleasure my man even better than you can!”

“Oh?” Nathalia stood up again. Now, standing so close to each other that their naked breasts were touching, the difference in their size was much more apparent. This was both a comment about their physical size, Nathalia being a head taller, and their breast size, Rave’s modest B-cup competing against Nathalia’s large Ds.

The brown-skinned goddess of destruction stared down at Rave, her long orange hair glowing in the otherwise unlit room. This, combined with the heat the dragoness radiated, created the cosy atmosphere of an open fireplace inside the room. Minus the flickering of actual fire.

That orange light reflected on Rave’s fair skin as she stared back with her blue eyes. The pink hue inside was as pronounced as ever. Actually, it had gotten even stronger recently. She blinked once, her long eyelashes with the pink tips, a feature of her that was just as natural as her dishevelled, wonderful hair, moving with the natural elegance of attractive women.

She raised her left hand and booped Nathalia on the nose. The dragoness’ long eyebrows almost met when she stared back angrily. “How about we make this a contest, Nathy?” Rave suggested with a bit of a giggle.

“Of what kind?” Nathalia asked. It was pretty clear that she wanted to toss Rave out the window and then fuck John until the summer sun rose.

John was not sure whether he wanted them in competition. He also did want them in competition. The part of him that loved them both was in conflict with the part that was loved by both of them. Being competed over did stroke his ego in pleasant ways.

“The sexual kind, duh,” Rave rolled her eyes. “Whoever pleases John more in this threesome wins. If I win, you have to live with me calling you Nathy.”

“If I win, you pack your bags and vanish from John’s life so he will be mine forever,” Nathalia answered with a wager of her own.

“Whoa, wait a second, that is way over the top,” John intervened, putting a blindfold to the side. He had gathered up almost everything he wanted. ‘Where did I leave that damn ring gag?’

“Ja, what John said,” Rave complained. “Get something realistic.”

“If I win…” Nathalia started but then was lost in thought, eventually forwarding a hesitant suggestion; “I get to eat you?”

“That’s even worse!” John slapped the mattress, which resulted in an entirely unthreatening, soft ‘thud’.

“…If I win you will have to serve me like Aclysia would for a day,” Nathalia finally suggested after having rambled through half-a-dozen otherwise, partly apocalyptic, ideas.

“Yeah, sure,” Rave agreed. On the plus side of all of this, John found all the stuff he had searched for in the meantime. He had even gotten to neatly arrange it on the floor next to the bed. Also, Rave and him both had gotten naked.

“Good,” Nathalia purred, and John suddenly found himself getting slammed into the bed on his back.

“Wha-?” Rave pounced on the bed as well, but Nathalia already was working on John’s cock.

“I will show you what my millennia worth of experience can truly give you,” she said, licking over his shaft.

He had been hard from the start, but that little bit of outside stimulation was all he needed to turn his cock into an iron rod.

“Unfair!” Rave complained as she hurried to get in on the action. John appreciated that two women were currently fighting for his cock, but this whole thing was going against what he actually wanted to do.

His complaints died with the feeling of Nathalia’s tits wrapping around his dick. Flesh so hot he felt like he was melting between it encapsulated his shaft on all sides. The tip resting against the pulsating heat of the gemstone in Nathalia’s chest felt wonderful as well.

“If I win by giving John the most pleasure, then all I need to do is deny you whatever pleasure you could bring him,” Nathalia stated with an arrogant smile on her ruby red lips. Biting her own lips, Rave looked at the tits squishing her boyfriend’s cock with a mixture of anger and envy. The dragoness let out a throaty laugh. “This will be an easy victory; prepare to serve me, you pink haired annoyance,” she said, licking the first drip of pre-cum off John’s cock with an exaggerated, mocking motion.

“I am going to show ya!” Rave exclaimed and laid down next to John; “If I can’t suck your dick or anything, I am at least going to make out with you!”

“Fine by me,” John smirked and her glossy lips met his.

He enjoyed the warmth of her mouth, the feeling of their tongues whirling around each other as their saliva mixed and the happy, lustful look in his girlfriend’s eyes. Lids half-closed as she nestled against him, Rave’s hard nipples rubbed against his side, as did the rest of her body. Athletic as she was, she still preserved the wonderful softness of an adult woman.

This was especially true for her ass, which John shamelessly groped as they continued to make out. Rave was panting, the ever-increasing heat that built up inside of her only vented by her panting breaths. John inhaled deeply in between his own moans. She smelled of bubblegum and peppermint, sweet and fresh.

John’s own moans only increased as he felt Nathalia’s tongue coil around his dick. It had been a while since he had seen her use that particular trick. The muscle extended, forced itself between her tits and his shaft, and lathered his whole length in her sticky saliva. It was hot to look at, exotic, strange, and deeply erotic.

Nathalia’s greed knew no bounds; she would taste every single drop of his precious precum, not a single one would be wasted just lubricating the tit-fuck she was giving him. Between slimes, weightless shadows and girls made of stone, John had lost his feeling of weirdness for this sort of thing. He only cared about how good it felt.

And it felt really good. Nathalia once again proved what millennia worth of sexual experience meant. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft in a way that stimulated all of the sensitive areas, from the glans to the base. Simultaneously, the gaps between the coiled wetness still allowed John to feel the wonderful squishiness of her enormous chest.

It seemed that the dragoness’ patience was spent in that very moment, though. Her tongue squeezed the entirety of his shaft, and with a single movement, she pushed John over the edge. His world went white in the time it took him to blink, groaning in pleasure as Rave continued to kiss him, her fingers running through his hair.

He hadn’t expected to last long, having not fucked since that morning, but Nathalia’s need to devour his semen on the spot was still coming rather suddenly. Spurt after spurt, he shot his spunk into her mouth, lips barely wrapped around the tip of his dick. The moaning that came in response to the wonderful taste filling her mouth reverberated in John’s cock.

He had barely ended the current orgasm when Nathalia started moving again. Pressing her tits against him, tongue moving up and down, each in a rhythm that was seemingly independent from the other but was, in truth, optimized to send John into a heaven of debauchery, she kept pleasing him.

The moment of almost painful oversensitivity passed astoundingly quickly, and Nathalia became even more eager in her movement. She had often told John that one of the biggest virtues he had was to be able to go numerous times in a row without pause. Nowadays he could factually go on forever; Source of Satisfaction refilled his balls quicker than he could empty them, barring unusual cases like Siena milking him in an instant.

Nathalia seemed more than eager to put herself even further ahead of Rave by pulling this orgasm of John’s out as long as possible. Not in a teasing way, interestingly enough, but by making his road to cumming one that was gradual. His ecstasy increased from moment to moment yet only so slow that he felt slightly lost in the pleasure.

His anchor was Rave and her still ever-present kiss. Her full lips on his were covered in both of their saliva; they had long gone from romantic, long kisses and were now wildly slobbering all over each other. Where her hands went through his short hair, they left a feeling of longing, but they were always back in a moment anyway.

His balls were beginning to tighten after a few minutes. His hips trembled, and then he instinctively thrust forward. Even Nathalia could be surprised sometimes and didn’t manage to catch the head of his dick in her mouth in time.

Fingers digging into Rave’s backside, the white gooey liquid spurted into the air and covered Nathalia’s face with the first few spurts, the rest soon covering her breasts. Truth be told, the wide-eyed look on her cum covered face and the white puddles running down her chest were incredibly hot. Largely because it gave John’s flashbacks to a time where he covered her entire body in his seed during that aphrodisiac-fuelled entanglement.

Rave saw an opportunity and finally broke the kiss. “Lemme help you clean that up,” she offered and already went to work before Nathalia could answer. Licking the cum of Nathalia’s tits as the dragoness still retracted her own tongue.

“You will not keep this to yourself,” Nathalia demanded, and Rave gave her an open-mouthed grin, the mixture of cum and saliva swimming around her tongue piercing. Then the techno-lover went ahead and kissed Nathalia. The mixture was swapped back and forth until it had been watered down to just saliva..

Rave repeated the little game. Like a cat, she lapped up all of the cum she could from Nathalia’s breasts, and then they swapped it in a heated kiss until the dragoness was completely clean again. John took the opportunity to wiggle himself out to get into grabbing range of the bondage gear he had wanted to use. Of course, he also watched the whole thing going down with perverted fervour.

Nathalia’s skin dried within mere moments, and soon nothing showed what had happened. “Okay, girls, foreplay is over,” John said and raised the bondage gear. “

Ya gonna tie us up?” Rave asked, looking a bit miffed at the idea.

“That’s the idea,” John said and went ahead.

He had no big experience with bondage. He had read up on it, and his fingers went through the motions with relative ease. He just seriously wanted to try this out, because the idea to have girls completely at his mercy was an incredibly sexy one.

“Yeah, no, I don’t like this,” Rave said halfway through getting her hands bound behind her back.

“Don’t like bondage, period, or being bound?” John asked her, having a hard time masking his disappointment. Expecting all of his girls to be submissives would have been a bit much, he already knew that at least Lydia did not like being on the receiving end of SM, but he had hoped that Rave would mirror him in the best way possible in this as in most other things.

“That second one, I think,” Rave answered as John undid her bindings again.

“You think?” he probed deeper.

“Ey, I didn’t get this freaky with other guys before; lemme test stuff before I can give ya a solid answer,” she turned attention to Nathalia now that she was free again.

The redhead was already completely bound up. Arms locked behind her back with leather cuffs, black and looking freshly oiled, with a ring gag in her mouth and blind to the world thanks to thick fold that magically form fitted to perfectly compliment her face. Her legs were also in position, and chains connected the cuffs of her arms to shackles on her feet. The result was a kneeling, mute and blind dragoness.

Her chest was still proudly pushed out, and John had no illusions about the effectiveness of these bindings. If she wanted to, the dragoness could have freed herself in a mere moment. Nevertheless, the sight was wondrous, and the fact that a droplet of saliva ran down her forcefully opened mouth, like she was a whore hungering for cock, only made it all the sexier.

“Fuck me, this looks great,” Rave whispered, obviously turned on.“You helpless little lizard, just sitting there at our mercy,” the techno-lover purred, leaning over and playfully nibbling on Nathalia’s long, elvish ear.

“Yup, all ours,” John agreed and caught one of Nathalia’s nipples between his teeth. The heaving of the dragoness’ chest only increased, Nathalia was someone willing to switch into any position, as long as people pleasured her.

“Fhuchr meh,” the open-mouthed words were barely recognizable.

“You get fucked when my man wants to,” Rave scolded her and slapped the dragoness’ ass. Nathalia was already leaking on the blankets; the wet spot grew a fair bit as the sound echoed through the room. “Isn’t that right, tiger?” his girlfriend asked and looked over to him.

In her eyes, he saw that sharp, sadistic glint that he felt himself, although it was a little less pronounced in her. “Mhm, you seem to really like this,” John commented, letting go of Nathalia’s breasts to topple the dragoness over.

Her legs still bound together, she could do nothing but shift her weight to either land on her chest or back. John took even that decision from her when he pulled at the chain connecting her arms and feet, and thus the dragoness landed face first in the blankets, feet pointing at the ceiling.

“I always liked watching ya dominate but didn’t think it would be this much fun to do it myself,” Rave grinned and ran two fingers along Nathalia’s sex. “Gaia, you are wet,” John’s girlfriend mocked her, loudly slurping Nathalia’s liquids off her fingers before giving the goddess another smack on her behind. “I just love this jiggling.” Rave kept her hand on the dragoness’ fat derriere and shook it under her palm.

“Her ass is still second to yours,” John told her as he moved in front of Nathalia. The dragoness clearly didn’t like that statement, letting out an angry noise. That was quickly silenced by John pushing his cock into her agape mouth though.

The metal ring that kept her mouth wide open was easily large enough for John to thrust in and out without ever worrying about touching either the gag or her sharp teeth. Grabbing Nathalia by the horns, he fucked her face as if it was a hole that solely existed for him to get off. The gagging sounds this produced only increased the pleasure he got out of this.

Nathalia clearly liked it as well, her tongue lashing against his weak spots, her hollowed out cheeks sucking him in deeper. Over and over again, he entered her throat with reckless thrusts. Her horns made for surprisingly great handles, their ridged, segmented form fitting nicely under his fingers.

The pure amount of empowerment he felt, face-fucking the goddess of volcanoes while grabbing her by the horns, would have been worth a bit of pain though. It would be no understatement to say that this turned him on as much as seeing her naked. Which was also why he was just about to cum down her throat.

“Ya should see how wet this lizard is,” Rave laughed, “I swear, every time ya thrust into her, she squirts a bit.” The techno lover started fingering Nathalia again. The resulting moans made John clench his teeth in an attempt to not cum on the spot as the vibrations pleasured him even more.

The fact that Rave wasn’t complimenting his fetish was a bit disappointing, but the fact that she had the same one made up for it completely. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise that they had agreed to give him a harem of other girls, otherwise this may have become a point of sexual frustration down the line. This way they both had enough ways to channel their dominant tendencies. Maybe this was also why she had agreed in the first place? A subconscious knowledge that they both wanted playmates?

‘Fuck it, I at least want to see her face when I cum,’ John thought and undid the mana binding that held the blindfold together. He ripped it aside. Nathalia’s eyes were completely unfocused, she barely even noticed that the blindfold was gone. The golden centre of her eyes just rolled around without any control whatsoever. She was out of her mind levels of horny.

Gripping her horns even harder, he grunted as he thrust three more times and then came down her throat without any announcement. He couldn’t have held back any longer. The largest load of this threesome and the third to land into Nathalia’s stomach spurted in her. The dragoness’ whole body was shaking under a muffled scream.

“Oh, fuck, now she really is squirting,” Rave giggled, ravishing the dragoness cunt with incredibly quick movements. Wet splurging noises filled the room as the techno-lover brutally fingered Nathalia through her entire orgasm, accompanied by the sound of wetness raining down on the mattress.

Nathalia would have likely collapsed the moment her orgasm was over if the bindings didn’t keep her body in a forced position. The only movements she got to make were the gulps to swallow his load and the orgasmic aftershocks of a good, obedient dragon pet.

John abandoned his current position and moved behind Rave. His girlfriend was following him with a big, lewd smile on her face. “Ya have no idea how much I want your dick right now,” she said and rolled on her back.

“I have a rough guess,” John mused, rubbing his dick along the glistening wetness that had spread all the way to Rave’s thighs.

Without any further notice, he rammed his dick straight into her. Rave’s back arched upwards, and she screamed out her lust in what was an instant and not at all small orgasm. “HOLY MOTHER OF… FUCK!” Rave let out a single curse before John started to thrust in and out of her.

He had never seen his girlfriend this turned on before. It only took a few thrusts to turn her instant-orgasm into multiple ones. Her pussy was clamping down on his dick like a sleeve made specifically to fit it and continued to be so wet that he could still slide in and out with brutal thrusts. Her whole body shook under the impacts; John also was turned on beyond all belief.

Rave made it even worse, using her last bit of self-control to put her hands on Nathalia’s ass above her head and sink her tongue in the dragoness’ pussy. The slutty, sloppy, mindless moans of Nathalia were the last thing that was needed to make this debauchery perfect.

Everyone in this room was lost in their individual lust. Nathalia was deep in thoughtless ecstasy. Rave was flying at the height of a newly realized kink, tasting a flavour to her life that she had been desiring without ever knowing it. John was filled with such absolute lust from seeing his girlfriend in a constant state of multiple orgasms attached to a perfectly bound Nathalia that his every thrust felt like the height of an orgasm.

That they maintained this for a solid ten minutes was not only a miracle, but John felt like he was eating the forbidden fruit when his orgasm finally did approach him. It felt too good; he would probably spend weeks trying to emulate an evening like this. Images of binding the rest of his harem up mingled with the wish to just fuck them. Teasing, dominating and just casual sex, it all was what he wanted, and this time, he had gotten all of it in a perfect mixture.

Lightning bolts flashed through his field of vision as a giant load erupted from the tip of his cock. It felt like his balls were drained by the first spurt alone, yet more followed. Rope after rope of cum filled the inside of his girlfriend, until the orgasm suddenly abated. Feeling weak, it was his turn to collapse.

With the last bit of his strength, he managed to catch his fall and land softly on Rave. Her chest, small as it may have been, was a wonderful pillow. Tired, he turned his head, and his girlfriend looked back, sluggishly blinking. Their lips met in a final kiss.

“So, who won?” Rave managed to ask, with her eyes threatening to fall shut. This was the last of the day’s exhaustions which she had been able to take.

“You. Nathalia just did what she wanted to… then she just let me use her. You at least communicated with me,” John answered with a yawn.

“Guess -Aaaaaah-,” his girlfriend mumbled yawningly, “...guess she will have to live with the nickname then.”

“Yes,” John brushed her aside as Rave’s breath fell into the rhythm of sleep. Soon he would follow her into the land of dreams. He just had to undo Nathalia’s bindings first.