“Fuck, Eliza,” John groaned, as the blood mage kept grinding against his crotch. Her ass was sticky from the massive amount of precum that was soaking through his trunks. “We need to have sex, ASAP.”

“What in the name of your cock are we waiting for then, you horny piece of shit?” she wanted to know. “Just carry me wherever you want to ravage all my holes at, and then we can do some dumb shit like hug or you could abuse me like the slut I am.”

John’s lust-fuelled brain went through all the places this could happen. What was he feeling the most right now? The answer was quite simple: it didn’t matter, as long as it got him some immediate relief. His dick was pulsating with so much desire, it killed all the patience he had for getting in-doors. ‘But doing it just right here is a bit too obvious,’ John thought, a part of his mind still getting on about the drones that sometimes flew over. There was always another hobbyist who thought today was the day he was going to take a spin.

So just in this chair was a bit too much, even for his current state where he was willing to do it in places a month ago he would have thought to be immoral, but there was a place not too far away that would obscure the vision from cameras in the important ways.

“You don’t mind doing this a bit publicly right?” he asked.

“Just take me where you want, John,” her answer came in words between breaths that only grew heavier. It was turning her on in some ways. “If you want to show the world that I am your little fuck slave, do it! Do whatever your pervert nerd brain can churn out and then fill me up with all that shit!”

That was way more than he needed to hear. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up as he stood. Her legs were dangling in front of him, his dick still pressing against her ass. For a moment Eliza looked disappointed, as she thought they were just heading inside after all. Then she low-key gasped for air as a wave of arousal hit her. She had realized they weren’t heading for the apartment but for the shallow end of the pool.

Every step along the way drove Eliza’s thong deeper into the crack of her ass, which in turn caused more of the soft, firm flesh to come in direct contact with John’s dick. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I am so fucking horny right now, shit,” Eliza quietly cursed, reaching down to her clit to gently rub it as John carried her. The walk was torture for John, who felt like his dick was going to burst just from the bit of grinding he experienced against her ass and lower back.

They stood at the edge, and John jumped into the pool. For a moment he dared to hope that the water would hit him like a cold wave that would take the edge off his heated mind, but of course that was wrong. The mistake had been to leave Rave in charge of the temperature, so all he was hit by was yet more heat, his thoughts boiling in a sea of arousal.

“You said everything, right?” John, who had an idea that was everything but humane, asked again, quickly getting out of his trunks, which then sailed to the surface next to him.

“Fuck, yes, why do you even need to ask?!” Eliza shouted over her shoulder.

“Just to make sure,” John groaned against the pent-up tension in his balls, begging for release. “If it becomes too much, slap me on the leg a few times.”

“If what become too mu-“ Eliza managed to ask before the Gamer opened his arms and pushed her under the water. The blood mage immediately got where this was going, turning around and getting on her knees. Being grabbed by her white hair, the Gamer’s fingers clawing into the floating mess, she was pulled right up to his crotch. She only opened her lips when his cock was pressing against them, wanting to get as little water in as possible.

He lost no time and began violently facefucking her right there. In the water, weight didn’t turn out to be of any problem, so he pulled her head over his cock with absolute ease. What he did to her probably counted as torture for normal people and was inviting for brain damage. Facefucking someone as violently would already been a major cause for asphyxiation in places where there was hope to breathe. Underwater it was just asking for her to fall into a comatose state and drown.

That was if Eliza would have been normal. Between her ability to create nutrient and oxygen enriched blood, in other words, without the need to breathe, and her outstanding regeneration, she could not only survive such a treatment but relish in it.

Still though, this was intense on the blood mage. As the well-trained masochist she had become through Nathalia’s rigorous regime, she knew full well not to draw oxygen from her abilities unless absolutely necessary. Overall, she should do as little as was possible, to allow her dominator to do what he wanted and see it take effect on her.

What this meant was that, after little more than a minute of this abuse, she became very dizzy. After two minutes, she barely knew where up and down was anymore. At three, she had lost all ability to know how much it really had been. The signals on her eyes made no sense anymore, her body was burning and the screams of her lungs battled with her brain for supremacy. A brain that was swimming deeply in adrenaline and dopamine, due to the mixture of a life threatening situation (at least her body thought it to be one) and the feeling of being abused by the man she loved.

The hard prick penetrated deep into her throat over and over again, spreading the sweet pre-cum in her mouth with every swing of his hips, smacking aggressively against her face as it was pulled over his manhood like a sleeve. It was mechanical, but it and the tingle between her legs were the only things she felt. Her arms held onto his hips, in the most dire of situations she could have perhaps given the signal, but the only thing she felt was something just one magnitude below a permanent orgasm. It wasn’t quite the explosive feeling of a real one, but she was just so horny and pumped with hormones that her body emulated something close to that feeling.

Suddenly the cock was pulled from her mouth and her head yanked above water, one hand pulling her hair the other holding her throat. There were words, she didn’t quite understand them the first time.

“You okay to continue, Eliza?” John asked in a genuinely worried voice. He had no experience with this level of choking, for all he knew she hadn’t even be able to tap out. His naked dick in the hot water was pulsating with the need to be sheathed in something again.

“Don’t say my name like that, da- Master, call me what I aaaaam,” Eliza gasped with a hasted correction in the middle. He held her by the throat, gentle at first and then in a proper bit of choking when it turned out everything was still fine. She was still as durable as he knew her to be.

“You slutty piece of slave-meat, then,” he told her and pushed her back under water, getting right back into the rhythm. It didn’t take long after that, just another minute or so. It seemed his worry that he was overdoing it had actually caused him to tense up to a degree where orgasming had been near impossible, like trying to get an erection in an uncomfortable situation.

Now, with Eliza’s willingness restated, he could not hold on any longer. Every thrust into her mouth felt like a thousand little bolts of electricity were assaulting the nerves on his dick in the most pleasing way imaginable. He pulled out as far as possible, smacked back in with enormous might and stayed there, groaning loudly, as his balls tightened and pumped his thick seed into her. Her moans vibrated through his dick, the willing whore doing her best with the little oxygen he had granted her, and that she hadn’t wasted on her correction, to fuel her brain with to milk him with her tongue.

He felt her nose and lips against his hairless crotch as his strained arms held her there until the very end. His legs almost giving in, buckling, causing him to be in the water up to the shoulders where the pool should only reach to his upper chest.

When he felt that the last drop had been pumped from his balls, he slowly pulled out. His grip softened, one hand wandering to the edge of the pool to give him something to support his legs with. Eliza broke through the surface, breathing desperate for life.

“This looks like fun,” a new voice suddenly got into the mix, materializing herself in the shape of Siena appearing behind Eliza. The blood mage wanted to retort something but instead coughed. “Aw, don’t look at me like that, you know I can make this all even better, right?” the nightmare elemental sounded sweet as she bit the much smaller woman in the ear. “Can you still go, Master?”

“Who do you take me for?” John asked with a raised eyebrow, grabbing the full might of his erection. “I was thinking about fucking her, but now that you are here, do you have any other suggestions?”

“After watching that magnificent display right now, I have to tell you that she doesn’t deserve to be fucked,” Siena gave her not-at-all humble opinion.

“What? Fuck you!” Eliza chimed in and was given the annoyed glare of the two sadists

“Eliza, the important people are talking,” John’s voice was commandingly deep. “Bend over against the wall of the pool and be quiet, and MAYBE I will decide that you get to cum, you interrupting whore.”

The white-haired girl audibly snapped her mouth shut and did as she was told with a conflicted look on her face that quickly turned out of John’s field of view. What he did see was her form as she curved her back in a way that pushed her ass out like she was ready to be bred.

‘Tempting,’ John thought as he pulled the conversation over to the mental level so that Eliza would be subject to yet more tension. He couldn’t resist fingering the blood mages tight cunt a little as they did talk though. ‘So, what was that about her having not worked hard enough?’

‘You practically did all the work, all she had to do was be there,’ Siena argued.

‘Mhm, but I think staying underwater was quite the task,’ he said to her, feeling the walls around his fingers quiver in an approaching orgasm. He stopped the movements until the quivering subsided, keeping her on the edge.

‘I will grant her that,’ the nightmare elemental gave some ground, ‘but did she put in enough effort to be rewarded with a proper fucking?’

‘Did you?’ John, who saw where she wanted his dick to go instead, asked.

‘We both know that the best part about me getting fucked instead is her whimpering,’ Siena said with a fang revealing grin. ‘How about it? I tease her some more while you take me from behind, she will be absolutely crazy by the end of it, ready to cum the moment you penetrate her.’

That was a very nice idea, and she was right. ‘Okay, fine,’ he retracted his fingers and heard a hopeful moan escape Eliza’s lips. Then Siena got in between them.

“We will have a fun time,” the nightmare elemental whispered, pushing out her ass just like Eliza had done as shadowy tendrils sprouted from her back. They wrapped around the crazy little submissive, sliding between her tits, teasing her purplish nipples with tiny blades that didn’t cut. “Tell you what, you are allowed an orgasm whenever John makes me cum.” ‘Of course, that also extends to you,’ Siena mentally added.

‘Sure, threaten me with a good time,’ John suddenly pushed inside her and lost no further time with all of this dialogue bullshit. He had only cum once, and he was almost hornier than at the start of this.

It was a supreme feeling to be inside her in several ways. For a start, Siena’s pussy was another case of pure unusualness. It was like his whole body was lulled into a dreamlike relaxation by the soft pressing of the walls, a state that he had to actively wrestle down lest it killed his motivation to be on top. Another reason was that he had managed to surprise Siena by being this sudden, and not often did he hear a cute sound from the shadow spirit, especially not a feminine, surprised, “Aaaah!” that was half startled and half pleasure.

Then the dreamlike lull became a nightmarish pleasure as her whole pussy suddenly clenched down on him in perfect control. “A cheeky master, that you are,” Siena hissed, keeping herself from punishing him by immediately milking him dry, like they both knew she could.

John just grinned and started moving. Siena refused to moan, but through their mental connection and the held back sighs in her whispers to Eliza, he could experience just how effective his every thrust was. The nightmare elemental was not a little turned on herself by the earlier display, and it became quickly apparent that she wouldn’t last too long.

When John slammed into her one more time, his hands on her hips, thumps pressing into the soft meat of her criminally bouncy bubble butt, he suddenly saw white as the nightmarish pussy pulsed with pleasure beyond the pale, pushing him right over the edge with her. Siena’s cries echoed over the pool, as did his groans and a dulled sound from Eliza, her lips widely parted and stretched to the side by the invading two of Siena’s fingers, as a pair of tentacles invaded her anus and pussy simultaneously, bringing her right over with them.

When John, tingled in his competitive side by Siena and her pledge, didn’t stop moving despite blasting his seed inside her, the nightmare elemental knew she had miscalculated. Nothing would stop John from being the biggest dominator in his harem. He wouldn’t get his sadism levels as high as Siena, he didn’t even want that, but if it came down to it, he had the balls in this constellation, and he was going to make sure everybody knew that.

The only way the nightmare elemental had to avoid utter defeat in this situation, which would be to be fucked silly by John and his outstanding cock, was to bring this to an end as soon as possible. So she employed the old trick, not letting him stop spurting seed into her as her pussy stayed as a hellish trap for all men out there to immediately lose themselves inside.

To fulfil her promise to Eliza, she kept tentacle fucking her. The shocks from John’s smacking thrusts reached even the blood mage, who groaned every time, saliva running down her open mouth, tongue hanging out with its tip curved upwards, eyes rolled upwards in a depraved fashion. Siena, to keep herself from letting yet more of her voice slip, bit into the neck of Eliza, which only heightened the masochist’s desire higher.

Meanwhile, John could feel like he was slowly tapping out, being sucked dry by this absurdly good fuck. One more thrust and he decided to just let it go, deep inside Siena, the remainder of his balls unloading in one last, giant spurt. “Take it all!” he said in a coarse voice, his body finally giving in from the minute of continuous orgasm.

He just floated on the water for a bit afterwards. Rave handed him his trunks. “Can we go inside for a bit?” she asked with a glance at the two heavily breathing girls, trying to gain control of themselves. “Not comfortable with doing it here.”