John shoved Melthy against the wall, as they wildly made out. With his dominance doubtlessly established over the Small Lake Pact, there was no more need to hold back. Finally, he could fuck all of those maids running around with a clear conscience. Well, those who wanted, anyway.

While he escalated the situation with Melthy, parting her legs, brushing up her inner thighs with his hand and eventually reaching her wet pussy, Aclysia addressed the gathering for him. “Everyone who doesn’t want to have sex with my master, please now leave the room,” she announced to the background of the redhead maid’s surprised moans, the Gamer’s fingers bringing her such immediate and clear pleasure that the surprise broke the kiss.

Nobody left, the crowd had already purified itself, with those who were attached to other men than John going with those very same guys earlier in the night. This left behind a crowd consisting of over forty horny, remarkably beautiful women, alone in a large room with a tall, handsome guy who was already shirtless.

John was all too eager to show everyone that he didn’t just have the looks. Although his greedy lips muffled her continued debauched cries, Melthy’s voice still echoed unmistakably as the Gamer’s fingers sped up. Within moments, his fingers were drenched by a splurge of clear lovejuices. The redhead’s legs buckled as she came, quicker and harder than she likely thought possible.

Letting her collapse to the floor, writhing and moaning as she slid down the wall, John tasted her sweet honey on his fingers. That was a nectar sweeter than any booze. He turned to the gathered crowd and winked. To his infinite pleasure, that alone caused a few words mumbled under erotic exhales. “Fuuuuuuck…” “…so quick just with his fingers?” “Oh Gaia, let me be next…”

The two catgirls had a less surprised reaction, as they had probably watched the porncast over and over again. Instead, they wanted to know something. “Can we film this?” Harilia asked directly, her camerawoman, Umiela, pulling a hand camera out of nowhere. “Better yet, can we stream this?”

“No streaming,” Rave answered quickly, strutting over to the feline perverts with quick steps. “But ya can film. We gonna figure out distributing rights and that stuff afterwards.” Whether the catgirl accepted or not wasn’t to be heard, as Rave did to her what John was continuing to do to Melthy.

“All females wanting to have sex with my master and that are fine with being filmed can stay,” Aclysia updated the terms of service. No one left still, maids just shrugging, if they reacted at all instead of staring at John’s abs. Never had he been more thankful for the general attitude of ‘no fucks given’ around here. “In this case, I believe there is nothing left to warn about,” Aclysia shifted her long skirt to the side, revealing, between a garterbelt, her own bare pussy. She blushed lightly, letting the horniness she had barely suppressed until now get to her head as the mood reached its boiling point. “You are strongly encouraged to remove your panties if you haven’t yet, but keep on the uniforms.”

A sharp clapping sound underlined that announcement as the naked Lightbearer escalated the situation with the catgirls by smacking the shorter Harilia on the ass. The shiny latex jiggled under the impact, demonstrating the thickness of her ass, just like her sensitivity as she moaned loudly from that one spank. “That doesn’t go for you two,” Rave purred in a teasing tone that wasn’t looking for backtalk. “Strip out of that, now.”

“Stripping is fun!” Sylph shouted, flying through the room in her big form and very obviously naked. Making her way over to John, she stormed right at him. Halfway having anticipated some sort of shenanigans by the thunderstorm elemental, the Gamer managed to catch her in his arm. Green hair whirled to invisible breezes when she asked repeatedly, “Can I suck your dick? Can I? Can I? Can I?”

Her straightforward enthusiasm at times like these was incredibly refreshing. Of course, John was also desperately looking for some way to find relief. Not that she would get to do that alone, as her red-skinned sister-in-contract made clear when she also hovered over. “If you leave me alone in this clam clump, I am going to burn the house down,” Salamander growled, only half joking.

“No reason you can’t share,” John grinned and nodded towards the couch. He wanted to sit for what was about to happen. Many flustered eyes followed him as he made his way over, although the number was steadily decreasing by the amount of girls starting to engage with each other. ‘Guess they’re realizing I can’t work on forty girls at once,’ John thought, which was annoying him a bit. The picture of dozens of maids going at each other, with his girlfriend, Aclysia and the two naked catgirls in the mix, was a great trade-off though.

They were everywhere. Sitting in chairs, clawing into the hair of another girl between their stocking-clad legs. Sprawled over the wooden floor, eating each other out. Leaning against a wall, rubbing each other’s pussy while they watched everyone else. Some were just a writhing clump of people and booze, drinking the flowing alcohol out of the valley between exposed breasts and then licking the remains off until they sucked on hard nipples. Naked skin, black and white cloth, moans, gasps, sweet nothings and playful insults, they filled every corner of the room with debauched action.

The couch was not exempt from this. As a matter of fact, the cushioned leather furniture was, unsurprisingly, the place where the most girls were gathered. Especially, once John took his seat in the middle of the thing.

Immediately, he was beset on all sides. Sylph and Salamander settled down between his parted legs while a cascade of maids washed over him. It was glorious. Blonde, red, raven, even a few more exotic colours were in there, like green or white. The differences didn’t stop at the hair colour of course. Eye and skin colour went along the entire spectrum, short and tall girls with breasts of all sizes and bodies from lean to stout, but all well trained with no amount of obesity seen anywhere. The only thing that was monotone was that, aside from the familiars John had brought, everyone was human. Not really a problem, as far as the Gamer was concerned.

He had barely pulled his pants into his inventory when his hands, indeed his entire attention, got claimed by this tide of sexiness. Breasts and bodies grinded against his naked chest, a dozen maids vying for the attention of the guy who brought Melthy to orgasm in less than ten seconds with his fingers alone. Be it the alcohol or that John had demonstrated a kinder nature than previous leaders, the women allowed themselves a much pushier attitude than he had thought. “Kiss me please, Gamer,” one of them gasped, a brunette with immense, bare tits that had managed to come out on top of this competition for skin-ship. At least as far as his left shoulder was concerned.

Her tongue was already on-route to his mouth, when John pulled one arm out of the confinement of slutty writhing, grabbing the brunettes cute face. “Do me the favour and call me master,” he stated in a firm, yet kind tone. “That would make me a very happy man.”

“Master,” the brunette immediately answered in a submissive way. “”Master,”” the word was immediately echoed by the serving of maids (John had just decided that was the appropriate equivalent for swarm right now) around them. They didn’t say it with quite the conviction Aclysia or Beatrice had, but they also didn’t just pay lip service to the word. There was a certain, understandable level of veneration for John after everything he had just done.

‘The raised Charisma probably helps,’ he thought, underlining again that he should push that Stat to 100 one day soon. Basking in the title being repeated again and again by horny maids around him, as well as the two elementals flirting with his erection, a much more pleasant and immediate thought filled his head, ‘God, can my dick even get any harder?’

The answer was a resounding yes. By courtesy of his girlfriend, who cleaned the mountain of booze of the table in front of him, an easy task thanks to all of it being in a cooling box, and stepping on top. There was a moment where it seemed she would lose her balance, she was quite drunk, but she took the stage. “Dontcha two jusht stay there!” she slurred and waved at Aclysia and Harilia. “Let’s give my John something to watch! Let’s dance!”

“As you wish, Mistress,” Aclysia took a little bow and stepped onto the table. Shrugging, the petite, bottom-heavy catgirl followed. She was clearly interested in something more than dancing, but would play along for a start.

Two of them naked, one still in her special, less slutty but still incredibly sexy, maid uniform, they began to swing to the beat of the background techno. John hesitated to call it a dance. More a rhythmic display of three girls making out with each other, exploring one another’s bodies with their hands, while swinging their hips in ways that allowed John (and everyone else in the room) to do the same with his eyes.

His cock was pulsating with every heartbeat, the girthy member as hard as was possible and dripping with precum. Precum that was first spread by the elementals’ hand movements, then licked off by their busy tongues, only to be gulped down when they finally stopped their flirting and went straight to the blowjob.

John couldn’t help but groan loudly when Salamander first sucked him inside. Her soft lips slid down his entire length smoothly. The inside of her mouth was immensely hot, her oil-like saliva the perfect lubricant, especially as it mixed with his own juices. Once all the way down, she stayed there for a moment. John felt like his cock, his entire mind, was melting in the pleasurable heat. “Unfair!” Sylph complained. “I asked first! Sylph! I! Meeeeeee!”

Salamander rolled her eyes, black and gold on the left, white and black on the right, and pulled back up. “Go ahead then, don’t be such a fucking slowpoke and then complain, you quick-moving airhead.”

Sylph had some retort to that, but it was spoken while she took the endflame elemental’s place. Some mumbles that reverberated in John’s cock while she went down. Her mouth was its own beast entirely. Erotic little shocks jumped from caved in cheeks as she sucked him in deeper. Electricity that gently heightened John’s sensitivity, while she massaged his weak spots with her tongue.

“Jesus Christ, fuck,” John gasped. The individual quirks of his elementals and their bodies spiced up his sex life in all kinds of ways. With this entire situation going on, he came rather suddenly, his hips darting a bit off the couch.

It was a quick but deeply satisfying orgasm, straight down Sylph’s throat who gleefully wiggled and moaned as she swallowed it all. By the fifth spurt, she came herself. Her nature as an elemental made her sensitive towards the influx of mana-heavy semen from her summoner.

The girls all around seemed disappointed for a moment, stopped in their movements. A common misconception arose, that the Gamer was like other men and would need some time to recover. One that was immediately dispelled when Sylph pulled back up, slurping sounds accompanying the entire, vacuum tight motion, to reveal a cock no less erect than before.

“My turn,” Salamander grinned.

“Let’s not ignore all of you any longer,” John wore his own smile when he finally kissed the brunette, still so close to him. Their tongues intertwined on his aggressive action, as the girls around quickly went right back into their fight for his attention. The moans all throughout the room only grew louder.

It was a glorious make-out session. One after another, the girls won his attention and kept it. They tasted of so many things, strawberry, cherry, herbs, beer, liquorice, peppermint or whatever else their lipstick or last beverage contained. Once his lips had met with that of another woman, they didn’t want to let go that easily, of course. It was the work of his nimble fingers on their bodies that convinced them to make room. The argument being their convulsing bodies falling to the side and making room for someone else.

A few girls John saw twice, namely Melthy, who had recovered to get into that mix, and that somewhat sassy black-haired girl, whose usual uncaring attitude clearly didn’t apply to having multiple orgasms. He was pretty certain that, over the course of half an hour, he saw everyone at least once. Somewhat hard to keep track, even for his brilliant mind, of this hazy heaven of his own making. Surrounded by beautiful babes scantily clad in the uniform easily in the upper ranks of his fetishes, all wanting to taste his lips and the skill of his hands, a catgirl, his head maid and his girlfriend dancing and pleasuring each other on the table in front of him and two gorgeous elementals deepthroating him in quick succession.

However, even that eventually grew monotonous. John craved for more, a hunger that rose with each kiss, with each load of cum he blasted down Sylph’s and Salamander’s throats. This was great, yes, but there was yet more to conquer than mouths.

Feeling her master’s growing appetite, Aclysia acted first. Swiftly and only to the minor confusion of Rave, she stepped off the table. Having had their fill, for the moment anyway, Sylph and Salamander didn’t have to be greatly convinced to make room. The harem’s pecking order was in full effect. John’s cock was exposed to the air for only a few moments, then Aclysia had exchanged her usual skirt for a much shorter one, akin to the cosplay uniform she used to wear, and mounted John in a reverse cowgirl position.

John felt her ass more than he could see it, only catching a glimpse when she was all the way down, her curved back thrusting her hips backwards. Nevertheless, the feeling of her bubble butt cushioning on his hips over and over again was all he needed at the moment. He had other things to keep his eyes on anyway.

Aclysia’s pussy gripped him tight, as she moaned his name. “John, yes… Master, your huge cock is splitting me apart… it feels sooo gooood!” Her voice’s pitch increased with every bounce of her fat bottom. “John… my master, John… I love you… Oh Master, Master, yes, yeeesss!” Her pussy was quivering with ecstasy, constricting around his cock with milking tightness.

Normally, John would have answered something, at least his own “I love you,” but his mouth was still claimed by the endless greed of forty maids clumped around him and spread throughout the room. His kisses may not have been reinforced by a proper Gamer Skill, but he had more than enough experience in that field regardless to make it addicting to a bunch of supremely horny girls.

Instead, all he could do was grunt along, as Aclysia’s sleeve of a cum-craving cunt moved up and down in ever quicker motions that made the couch creak under every impact. John had lost count how often he had cum before, not caring about displaying any kind of endurance when he could instead show the basically limitless amounts of seed he carried. As such, when Aclysia threw her head back and shouted out her orgasm, he simply let loose.

Cum pumped up his shaft and exploded into Aclysia’s artificial pussy, painting the walls, indiscernible from flesh in its feeling, white with the massive, thick load. “Masssshteeeee-aaaaaah!” the loyal, perverted head-maid screamed as she was flooded. She may not have possessed the same sensibility as the elementals, but being filled with her master’s seed never failed to give her that special kick.

Just as pumping someone full of cum never failed to give John immense satisfaction. He was in complete agreement with his instincts that that was the best place to spread his seed. Although he also liked to waste it in other holes or on bodies at numerous occasions.

When Aclysia’s orgasm had ebbed off enough that she could move safely, numerous gooey strings connected her groin to John’s. Her breathing was still unsteady, a moan escaping her lips from the simple pleasure of him slipping out, leaving her pussy gaping and cum dripping out after just a few moments.

There were a few moments of silence, with John’s still erect dick dribbling some last drops of cum. Aclysia took a single step away, back onto the table, where Rave was riding Harilia’s face. Slapping Aclysia’s ass once it was in range, Rave broke the silence with a few irritated words. “What’re y’all just standing around for? Somebody go ride my boyfriend’s cock before he gets bored!”

“You heard my girl,” John echoed the sentiment, nodding towards his unclaimed member, just standing impatiently at attention. A small commotion was about to break out, but Melthy reacted the quickest, the most used to John and his people’s shenanigans by now. The lithe redhead straddled over John’s hips, spread her pussy, wet with the multiple orgasms she had already had, with her hands and then slid down.

Now, John wasn’t quite clear about her sexual history, which had undoubtedly seen a few partners before him, but it was completely clear that she took great care of herself because she was almost as tight as Aclysia. Fucking a new girl was a bewitching feeling, like always, second only to having sex with those he loved. That he could have both on the same day was just the cherry on top of his life.

The cherry on top of that cherry was watching Melthy’s eyes quivering and then slowly rolling up her skull as her mouth opened wider and wider, a silent scream, as she took in his cock. Even without him moving whatsoever, all the pleasure bonuses did their number on her.

“Gaia, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” the redhead repeatedly cursed. “Oh my… fuck, shit… this is too good, this is too good, I am… I am cumming… I AM CUMMING!” The second he was all the way inside her, she came, suddenly and violently, with her pussy squirting a wave of clear liquid all over the point of their connection.

With a smug grin, John let her have her moment of realization. Her breathing stopped for a few moments, as if her whole body had shut down in response to this overwhelming pleasure. Then, like a computer successfully rebooting, she suddenly started again, blinking repeatedly to get her eyes back into focus.

“Having fun?” John cheekily asked the same question he had before kicking this whole thing off with their little kiss.

“I…” Melthy gulped and never got the rest of the answer out, as John thrust into her from below. Instinctively, the redhead’s body moved along, causing her active mind to be drowned out by the pleasure once again. Although she didn’t come again quite as violently, the multiple orgasms were clearly readable from her face, voice and quivering mannerisms.

He was always ready to stop, in case she passed out or she screamed something about needing a pause. Nothing like that happened, so he just continued to fuck her as she rode him from one orgasm into the next, often overlapping, always leaving her breathless. Only when his balls tightened again and he pumped yet another load into the awaiting cunt did he stop. Wordlessly, she got off him and made room, managing to stumble to a nearby chair and take a seat.

Another maid quickly took her place. John could read it in her eyes that she thought this was an entirely overplayed ordeal. There was no way riding him was that great, despite the skill he had already shown. Well, she was quickly taught her lesson when she, too, came pretty much immediately upon penetration.

It was a scene that repeated over and over again. A new woman, arrogant, anticipating, curious or greedy, took the place of the last, well-fucked and barely coherent maid, only to inevitably share the same fate. One orgasm when their tight holes first experienced all of John’s bullshit abilities, then numerous more as the Gamer began fucking them himself, finished off by blasting one load inside them. Through that pattern, he fucked all of them, and it was glorious. Even if it took hours to get through all of them.

Hours during which those already served or waiting were gathering themselves in yet more lesbian fun and booze drinking that John could follow through the replacement sphere hovering about the place. He was giving creampies to dozens of girls, one blurring into the next, and being served a live lesbian orgy.

He came inside Sylph again, her and Salamander having waited their turn as well, and then only had three people left to fuck. The two catgirls and his very own girlfriend, who had just waited and watched from her position on the table.

“Well, who is coming next?” John asked, shaking his head at the girls who were ready for a second serving. “Everyone once before we see how much more stamina we have,” he grinned.

“Guess you’ll have to take on this cute little kitty here,” Rave purred, pointing at Harilia. Although their position had changed numerous times, right now the petite catgirl was once again lapping up Rave’s pussy juices.

“What about you?” John asked the camerawoman, Umiela, who was just as naked but seemingly hadn’t done anything but film the ongoing scene so far. “You happy with just watching?”

“Purrrfectlyyyyy,” she moaned that single word, not even touching herself, despite her pussy literally dripping. Evidently, her voyeurism was on the rather hardcore side.

“Alright then,” John could have it either way, not like he had any reason to lust for one girl more. He still did. He just was satisfied regardless for the moment. As it was clear that Rave wouldn’t let Harilia stop what she was currently going, John had an excuse to get up from the couch. He took one step out of the massive puddle of girlcum that the last forty girls had left behind and took his position behind Harilia.

The table was so low that her legs connected to the actual floor, meaning that she was effectively kneeling in a doggystyle position, her upper body supported by the surface. Remembering their first conversation, John could only grin as he was about to plunge into her favourite hole in his favourite position.

Squatting down behind her, he aligned his cock with her back entrance. Slippery as his cock was already, he parted her sphincter quite easily. That she clearly had taken it up the ass numerous times before helped, as she was completely relaxed as he spread her open with his enormous prick.

“Oh, she is liking thisssss,” Rave inhaled sharply when a purring sound reverberated from the still moving tongue.

“So am I,” John grunted as he had widened her far enough to smoothly sink down the rest of the way. Her ass was tight, hot and absolutely wonderful. Her black tail waved slowly in front of him, a signal of her clear pleasure. After having others do most of the moving for so long, John was enthusiastic to do the fucking himself again. Especially because this cat in heat had an ass that rivalled Salamander’s in its bounciness. One that he now framed between his thumbs and his groin, grabbing her hips.

Drawing back, he first moved slowly, getting her used to his size. Although her purring continued, she didn’t have the reaction of the maids before her and was taking this even better than Cindy. When she said she was sturdier than her colleague, she hadn’t lied. Which John took with a grin as he put a bit more force into his next thrust.

The table shook and her ass jiggled when he slammed deep into her with one solid motion. Her spine arched for a moment, her head flying up despite Rave’s gasp. “Oh shit, yes, you totally overthinking tease,” Harilia managed to press out, the constant purr in her throat underlining the pause between each word. “Fuck me up the ass! Harder, master!”

She was playing along with the general theme of the party, and John couldn’t help but groan because that was exactly what he wanted to hear. Forcing her back to work, Rave pulled her head down. “Hey, I also have needs here!” she complained and then moaned when her pussy was again being parted by the skilled tongue of the catgirl. “If ya break my toy, ya take her place!”

“Guess I’ll have to be extra hard then,” John announced, very much wanting to be the one between his girlfriend’s legs. Giving him a wink that she had wanted to hear exactly that answer, Rave then closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of the tongue inside her while it lasted. A tongue that was now thrust deeper inside her at regular, short intervals as John picked up the speed.

Now moving with all his force and ability, sometimes changing angle and rhythm to scratch other itches, John penetrated the black-haired catgirl’s ass with relentless force. The table let out protesting noises, unable to slide away, lodged in place. Meanwhile the noises that echoed from the catgirl could be described with a single word: orgasmic.

Although she had managed to not immediately collapse under John’s sexual abilities, she had made a ‘mistake’ (others would call it a very smart move) that now put her ecstasy firmly above that of all the maids John had fucked before. Where he had just simply railed them to the best of his ability, something that had yielded quite awesome results, with Harilia he was fucking her up the ass, something that she quite clearly preferred. In summary, he knew her weak spot.

Which was now causing her to climax every few thrusts, her pretty pink pussy gushing liquid every time he slammed into her and squirting immense amounts whenever her multiple orgasms stacked to a mind-wrecking crescendo. Between the iron grip of John and his girlfriend, her body tried to move in erratic patterns, tensing all over, while her tongue still managed to instinctively work on Rave’s cunt. Her small frame was going limp, then overly tense again, in rapid succession roughly coinciding with the heavy thrusts by the Gamer.

John’s orgasm was rising, more with every thrust. Harilia’s constant shifting only served to cause her inside to caress his cock in different ways, when fucking her was reason alone to go straight towards cumming. “I am close,” he growled, seeing the catgirl’s ears turn on top of her head. “I am… about to cum…” he warned, and it seemed the perverted feline mustered her last bits of self-control to move her hips in accordance to John’s thrusts. One, he slammed against her; two, he sent jiggles all throughout her bubble butt; and three, he let out a throaty sound as cum plastered the inside of the catgirl.

Seeing this development, Rave let go of Harilia’s head, which shot upwards with a shout on her lips in response. All of her sass was lost in her rolled up eyes. John couldn’t resist his sadistic tendencies in that moment, taking his hands off her hips and putting them around her throat. It barely even deserved the title of choking. The amount of pressure he exuded on her neck was minimal, didn’t hinder her breathing whatsoever. Simply, it was where his hands were idly sitting at the time. It was all about the gesture, since John had no idea how much the catgirl would enjoy this type of treatment. Just a bit of domination on his part.

Rave bit her lower lip when she saw that and, while John’s feelings were all focused around each little bump of pleasure that came with every singular strand of cum he pumped into the catgirl, furiously pleasured herself. It was by far the longest orgasm he had this night, and he enjoyed it thoroughly, as it culminated the last new girl he got to fuck in this massive orgy.

Nevertheless, the second Harilia went limp and the last drop of cum was wrung from his current orgasm, John didn’t hesitate one second. The catgirl was clearly unable to continue, unresponsive in any conscious way as he pulled out of her and then gently put her on the couch behind him. All she did was shiver occasionally. In a few minutes, she would likely recover, but until then…

‘I have a promise to keep,’ John whirled around and went to his waiting girlfriend. Wildly his lips assaulted her, showering her in kisses from the neck to the collarbone. Laughing, she spread her legs around him and then closed them behind his hips when he smoothly thrust into her.

“We gonna go aaaaalllll night,” she whispered into his ear.