There was quite a bit of time spent utilizing the shower and the hose in the bathing corner of the play room, but by the end all of them were as good as new. Almost, as no amount of showering could fix the raw-fucked states some of them were in, pussies gaping and still dripping semen sometimes, but that was that.

Even Metra recovered after a little bit. When asked if she would ever dare to force herself ahead in an orgy, especially one where they had all sworn to only do what John said, she responded with, “I won’t ever disrespect John or his harem like that again,” in a serious tone. Then she added, in her usual, more carefree voice, “I think you gave me a case of post orgasmic slave disorder. That punishment will stick.”

“That’s good then,” John hummed, not quite knowing if this was true. Certainly, she looked a bit more subservient after he had reined her in like this, but whether that was going to last was another question. Whether it was a change for the better was also up for debate, 1000 Libido John was a bit prone to overreactions when something rubbed against his kinks.

He did note though that she had called him ‘my king’ in her moment of brainless ecstasy. He couldn’t imagine that she said something like that lightly, consciously or not. This was not, however, the time to investigate these things. Instead, John concentrated on his suddenly rising orgasm. He had been fucking Rave’s pussy and Eliza’s throat throughout the conversation.

Their naked, wet bodies had been too sexy to ignore, so this was much was expected. The only shame about the situation was that they had gotten rid of all the lingerie, collars and arm bindings to shower. Not that they looked any less good without them. Scarlett had also been freed of her vibrators, but not of the butt plug.

“The bath is ready, Master,” Aclysia informed him, her and Beatrice enviously looking at the two women he pulled out of. They wouldn’t have to desire what others had for long, as John and Jack walked over and put an arm around each of the maids on the way to the jacuzzi. He sat down in the middle of the north side with the head maid, while the passive one stayed with his double on the exact opposite.

““It’s your turn now,”” he said to both of them through both of his mouths. Embraced by the hot water, he pulled their pale skinned bodies over him. The rest of the harem also got into the tub, splitting itself along the two sides. Although most of his attention lay with the maids, this provided a wonderful scenery. Looking left to right, he saw all their faces, the breasts they presented to him when they were close and how they kissed and loved each other when they sat further away. If he looked around the maid in his lap, he could see the happenings on the other side from another, more butt focused perspective.

“”Thank you, Master,”” the maids replied in unison, even utilizing the same tone of voice. They ran their hands through their hair, combing the wet manes backwards so the silver strands wouldn’t get in the way so much. It was a surprisingly good look on them, especially Aclysia with her longer hair. Regardless, John just wanted to be inside them already. His hands grabbed their juicy asses, his cocks were aligned, and he pulled them down.

Beatrice felt like usual. Folds gripped his cock, wet enough for him to sink in while experiencing every centimetre of wonderful friction she provided. It was every bit a perfect replica of a tight human cunt, perfect for fucking. On the other side, Aclysia’s pussy was amazing and John had to clench his teeth not to cum immediately. The maid herself had no intention to hold back, immediately shouting as she was properly penetrated for the first time since she had gotten the Sex Servant Perk.

She gripped him so tightly that sleeve was an understatement. At least as far as the sleeves of normal clothing were concerned. This was more like a latex glove measured perfectly for his hand. There was no doubt that her pussy had assumed the shape optimal for taking his cock and his cock alone. Although not as large a difference as John thought there would be, the result left nothing to be argued with.

His fingers dug into the soft meat of their asses and he came. Where his bodies weren’t surrounded by hot water, they were by the breasts of Siena, Undine, Salamander, Aclysia, Beatrice and Rave, all pushed against him. Kisses showered his cheeks, the backs of his necks, his lips. Semen shot up his shafts and finally defiled their clean cunts. They moaned and whimpered softly, sensual and gentle sounds. A much-appreciated change of pace.

Not that John could have taken it too fast if he wanted. With Beatrice, he could go straight into a moderately paced rhythm, but he didn’t dare thrust too quickly into Aclysia. The weaponized maid as well needed to take things slowly. Even her sensitive areas had been relocated so that John hit them with even the most mindless of thrusts. Her pussy walls glided over his shaft in a massaging fashion, always exactly as tight as she could be without hindering movement.

He guided her rise and fall with his hands. “Your butt is fantastic,” he couldn’t help but exclaim, clawing in and feeling his fingers get half-surrounded by the spilling softness. “I am so blessed to have you.”

“No, Master, it is I who is blessed…” Aclysia moaned as she slowly impaled herself on his cock again. “To be able to serve yooooou…” her whole body tensed up as a small orgasm suddenly rushed up her spine, “…it is the ultimate bliss!” John caught one of her nipples with his teeth, and that was enough to intensify her experience into a proper scream.

Gradually, they picked up the pace. Unable to hold back, John came inside them a second time on the way, but eventually Aclysia and Beatrice rode him at the same pace. With that achieved, they moved onto the more artful ways of lovemaking. They rolled and circled their hips, played with the angles of the penetration. Every motion was taken in unison, doubling the experience. Through whichever eyes he looked, he saw a beautiful, white haired maid, riding him and staring with adoring eyes. It was wonderful.

His third orgasm wasn’t achieved at any rush. Intricately and sensual, their constant movements raised his lust by the second, but in a gentle fashion. Sometimes they had to take a pause, climaxing many times themselves while riding his respectable size. It was like he was guided up a shallow mountain. Of course, at the top lay a cliff that he then dropped down nonetheless.

His orgasm was intense in the unique way drawn-out pleasure was. It was a moment equally clear-minded and dulled with relieving lust. He groaned out loud, leaned back and closed his eyes. All of his senses were concentrated on the maids’ sounds and the way their pussies reacted to being pumped full of even more semen. They clung tightly, from orgasm and the wish to have all of it inside them.

They continued to ride him until they got the very last drop out. Then after that, for as long as they remained in the jacuzzi. Aclysia and Beatrice both had content, almost dreamy smiles on their faces when he finally told them they were done with the refreshing. A cleaning slime he had called had finished mopping up the sexual fluids that had been everywhere, leaving the room as renewed as themselves.

However, John didn’t even get to that area. The second he was out of the jacuzzi, he sat down on the edge of it and pulled Scarlett in his direction. His hand hit her round bottom with a loud smack, droplets of water flying off as she let out a loud gasp. “You still have to get punished!” he decided; her crime against harem courtesy was only second to Metra’s. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Do your worst, Master,” Scarlett practically begged, panting so heavily her tongue stretched out when he spanked her a second time. “Show this bad girl her place. Do it, I know you want to.”

Clicking his tongue John pushed against her butt plug, pressuring her back entrance. “Clearly you don’t regret anything. You just want my attention. Well, if you’re going to be that way…” He pushed her aside again. “Stand against the wall,” he commanded her, and she obeyed, shivering as the reward hit her. Domination Pact immediately sealed her capacity to orgasm. “Masturbate - Hard. Don’t stop until I allow you to and don’t sit down. Salamander,” the endflame elemental had been watching and now grinned, “come here.”

“Sure thing, Master,” she purred and quickly approached. When she stopped before him, she turned her head and looked at Rave. “How about we do the thing now?”

‘The thing?’ John wondered, momentarily distracted from his original plan to press his face between her boobs. Also glancing over to his girlfriend, he caught her looking mindful.

“Guess we can. Aclysia, do the thing,” the pink-haired Lightbearer passed the order down, and Aclysia reached into her inventory. She pulled out a linen bag and opened it, whispering something to the contents. The cloth suddenly started to burn, leaving the items inside to the bare view. John recognized the black splinters to be the remains of the Vision of the Ashen Lands. Immediately, he knew what was going to happen.

In a matter of seconds, the shards melted together into a solid clump. Fiery mana expanded around it into a humanoid shape, which then condensed into Nathalia. It was her, although she was missing her scales, the stone in her collarbone and her eyes were a simple red, with the pupils of a snake. Only her horns remained, as far as her original features were concerned.

“This form is so weak,” she immediately complained, looking at her hands. “It’s been aeons since I last used an avat-rrrrrrrr,” her monologue was ended by an aggressive purr as she noticed John, standing there, his hard cock out. Her eyes immediately glazed over and her pussy started dripping with all that her Libido was worth. “There is what I go through these troubles for. You have grown more than your clothed state indicated.”

The Gamer had better things to do than ask how, that was a question for later. Right now, all he cared for was to bridge the distance between himself and the dragoness and kiss her feverishly. The lack of heat on her dark lips immediately let him know what the visual had already indicated. This was not the genuine Nathalia. It was, however, her will that was present, and that was reward enough.

An advantage that he noticed quite soon after that was that she really was incredibly weak. Even he managed to push her down to the floor within moments. His hands clawed at her bright orange-red hair. It was incredibly bright, despite the lack of its supernatural glow. Suddenly, he was inside her.

“By my fire, yesssss!” Nathalia hissed, her spine arching up and sharp nails digging into John’s back. “Harder, John, HARDER!” she screamed, not bothered by anything as little as foreplay. “Make this lesser body feel all it can!” Obliging with glee, John hammered her into the cushioned floor. With all the Strength and Agility he had gained since she had left, he thrust at her in a raw, rough pounding. Every thrust could be felt reverberating several metres away.

She came so quickly. An initial orgasm that was clearly triggered by the mere presence of an actual cock inside her. “How long?” he wanted to know, a simple question with a simple answer.

“An ho-aaaaaa-ur.” Her answer came as a long scream, her long legs closing behind his hips.

Not nearly as long as he wanted, but also not terribly short. It gave him the time to do more than the barest fucking to satisfy her. He grinned, realizing he had the rare opportunity to utilize the fact that Nathalia was a pervert of all descriptions. For a change, he was the physically superior partner, a perfect opportunity to force out her more submissive side.

“Do you take the pledge to serve me tonight?” he asked. This thing was discussed between the harem in advance, so she must have known what they had planned.

“…Yes.” It passed her lips with a bit of difficulty. Her switch switch had to be flipped first, until then her pride would make her words difficult. “Whatever you want, just fuck me, John!”

“Master,” he corrected her and was met with defiant gasping. “Call me Master,” he insisted in a hard tone.

It was the first time that Nathalia met his commanding tone. She felt the compel, knew what the reward was. A new orgasm clouded her mind and her pride was swallowed in the name of pleasing her potential mate. “Master!” Her pussy gushed as she caved and was rewarded for it. “Master, fuck me as much as you want, just don’t stop!”

John had absolutely no intention to; he continued to hammer her burning hot cunt. Her pussy was absolutely made to be fucked. That sounded like a redundant statement, but the thought crossed his mind regardless. Admittedly, horny men were usually not the source of high wisdom.

“Oy, don’t forget about me!” Salamander complained, not realizing that Jack was already behind her. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Through the double, John looked over to Scarlett, checking that she was still following his orders.

“Continue,” he commanded her, just to double the efforts. Both of her hands were already working her pussy at an insane pace and she was relying heavily on the wall to support her body. If it weren’t for his command to remain standing, she would have slid down immediately. Her legs were weak, quivering, anticipating an orgasm that just didn’t come while her lust went higher and higher. “You will cum whenever I do.”

Jack left the masturbating technocrat behind and placed Salamander down so her head was next to Nathalia’s – just with her body pointed in the opposite direction. Buzzcut and orange mane, the two redheads soon found themselves in the exact same position, as Jack plunged into the endflame elemental’s pussy.

John’s bodies were embraced tightly by the infernally hot girls under him. Their large breasts pressed against his chests as he kept hammering them with all the force he had. An entirely primitive, savage form of love-making, all about force. Exactly how those two loved it. Every deep penetration of her cunt was more fuel to the fire inside Salamander, her pussy feeling better and better with each thrust.

However, the sharp cries of Nathalia were what pushed him over the edge. “More. More, more, more,” she shouted right next to his ear, a minor pain that he dealt with gladly. “I longed for you – I long for you. Stronger, quicker, get mighty and make me yours. John, Master, whatever you want me to call you, give me more. Become worthy and make me yours. Make all of me yours. Make me your mate. Take me, show this vessel pleasure that satisfies even my real body’s longing for you. Take me, fuck me, satisfy my longing,” a pause, a sharp inhale then a long scream as he took one last thrust into her, “BREEEED MEEEEEEE!”

Deep inside the dragoness, he came, deep inside Salamander, he came. Panting with deep satisfaction, feeling the overflowing pussy juices against his groin, his cum flooded their wombs. It was a moment of conquest, having them pinned down under him and marking their insides with his seed.

Scarlett enjoyed a second of relief, before John put the screws of the Domination Pact back on as tightly as before. He had told her she would get to orgasm, not that the orgasm was going to be a satisfying one. Whimpering, she submissively continued to masturbate.

John straightened his back, enjoyed the look on the infernal duo’s faces for a moment. Salamander was simply glassy eyed, wearing a grin and cackling in a fashion that challenged him to do more. With her eyes in the upper corners of her eye sockets and her head slumped to the side, tongue hanging out, Nathalia was in a less coherent state. That changed when he started thrusting again. For other girls, it would have worsened things, but for the millennia old nymphomaniac, sex was an anchor.

Her light brown body was shaking back and forth under the renewed attack. Most of all, her large tits, swinging and jiggling in a hypnotic pattern, while she gathered her mind and looked at him again. “More,” she begged again, and he picked up the pace. “You are so much better, capable of so much more! I can’t wait for you to be my mate. You are strong. You WILL succeed and we will breed!”

“Is that what you want, huh? Be a baby crazy slut like Eliza?” John ridiculed her a little bit, straining to not cum so quickly again. A difficult task while he was fucking a fantastical cunt of mythological tightness and Salamander and her hellish pussy at the same time.

“Show me you can dominate me, be someone that can survive all my love!” she shouted, a broad, ecstatic smile on her face as he delivered her from one orgasm into the next. “Then I want you to mark my womb forever. Let me make you an heir. Let me be your mate! Master!”

“Dominate? Like this?” he reached down to her throat and choked her. Gently at first, then, noticing her pussy clenching down further and further, with more pressure, until the muscles on his arms were all strained. Salamander looked over, enjoying the display thoroughly. Seeing her summoner assert himself like that was its own cause to gasp.

Then he came inside them again, unable to stand the grip of Nathalia’s pussy any further. The dragoness thrashed as much as she could, her bodacious body winding between his hips and his hands. “Your cum,” she pressed weak words past his hold. “…It… burns… soooooo… goooood…”

“So… hooooot…” Salamander echoed the sentiment, writhing around herself. To John’s pleasure, the usually bickering duo of fireborn women was too busy with their lust to engage in a duel of the tongues that went further than a literal duel of the tongues. It was hard to say why they started kissing or who initiated it, but the fact was that their lips met. Upside down or not, sloppy or not, it was a kiss and it muffled their cries.

Another lustful scream rose and fell into despairing gasps as John gave Scarlett all of three seconds this time around to feel her climax start, only to block it again. “Please, please,” Scarlett was at the point of begging earnestly now, her high-pitched tone had nothing calculating anymore. Yet her fingers still moved.

Leaving Salamander to be fucked by Jack some more, the endflame elemental deserved a proper railing after she had been left for almost last, John pulled out of Nathalia. Not to leave her behind, of course, he was going to use that hour to its fullest potential. The second he grabbed her avatar by a horn and dragged her up, the dragoness snapped out of her lustful state.

“You best become as strong as I need you to be,” her dominant side reared its head again, “otherwise your body will break during whatever I will do to repay you for these humiliations.”

“Don’t you worry, Nathy,” he pulled her into another kiss, deep and loving, “you will not be disappointed, I promise you. I will not fail you or your longings.”

Actually blushing, which was adorable, and averting her red eyes, she stated, “Good… that we are clear on that fact.” Then she let herself be manhandled further and tossed to the floor, right in front of Scarlett. With John’s cock in front of her face, he just had to wait for two seconds. Submissive or dominant mood, Nathalia would never be able to resist sucking him off. Especially after she too learned that the taste of his seed had been even further enhanced. One lick, and her wide-open mouth was all his for the taking.

“You improved further,” purred the dragoness, going all the way down and sucking him clean with one skillful, tightly sealed movement. For a few moments, she just tasted what she could of his seed. “Very good,” she moaned when she swallowed. “Ah, I love the taste of cum - I could get absolutely addicted to yours.”

Using one of her horns as a love handle, he fucked her face. The gagging sounds he got in response were a wonderful reward, especially as he was about to let the sadist in him run a little bit wild. Turning most of his attention to Scarlett, he raised his left and gave her an echoing slap. At the same time, he relaxed the limitation of Domination Pact and let her experience a slight bit of relief.

She screamed, then whimpered, the usual melody. One that repeated several times, as John inflicted little and big pains on her body, each time letting her orgasm for a few seconds. He slapped her face, twisted her nipples, choked her against the wall, pulled at her hair and made her say demeaning things. The entire time she was masturbating. Her desperate cries only grew louder as the degenerate treatment triggered her masochism. John knew how to play to his partner’s kinks.

In the meantime, he was happily feeding Nathalia her favourite treat, cumming into her mouth, throat and stomach. Each time, she reacted differently, wanted to experience his improved seed in different ways. Delightfully screaming when the taste made her climax, her vocal cords would have formed his name, would she have found the will to separate herself from this source of perfect taste.

It was written in her eyes, however, that she was ecstatic about the fact that she had ‘forced’ him to invest those first points into Libido, pushing him to 25. One more time, he filled her mouth, pulled out and watched how she swirled the magnificent load with her tongue. “Ish sho wonderful,” she slurred, open mouthed. “Your prioritiesh are all to my pleashure, Mashta.” Then she swallowed and shivered as another orgasm overcame her.

Scarlett’s face, neck and chest were flushed with little bruises by that time. To a more innocent mind, they could have looked quite bad, but John was in this business long enough to know how much he had to pull his aggressive tendencies.

Then, suddenly, John changed positions yet again. His plan had been to play with Scarlett until Salamander was satisfied, and the endflame elemental was currently lying twitching on the floor – with Jack now next to John. “Stop,” was the simple command he had for Scarlett, before catching her collapsing body.

Nathalia was dragged back to her feet as well, the two standing redheads pushed chest to chest. Then John penetrated both of them, lifting the Domination Mark at the same time. An explosive orgasm made short process of what little remained of Scarlett’s thoughts. She went cross-eyed immediately, her sultry lips forming a large O, with no sound leaving her. Largely because Jack had his hands around her throat. Choking was just too much fun not to do it with a consenting submissive slut.

With Nathalia, he concentrated on slapping her round chocolate ass though. Before she was gone, he would have abused or defiled every centimetre of her. Nathalia was bigger than Scarlett, in practically every way, which only made the contrast of fucking them against each other that much more satisfying.

“Do you promise to be a good girl in the future, Scarlett?” John asked, relaxing his grip on her throat. For half a minute, the only answer he got were moans and the feeling of hot pussy juice gushing onto Jack’s groin and feet. He had to slap her ass and repeat the question for her to register it.

“I’ll… be… good,” she pressed out each word between a cascade of lustful cries. “Don’t… stop… Use me mooooore… It feels so gooooood… Nobody can abuse me like you… I don’t… I can’t even imagine being… with anybody else but… Masssssss-“ The last word turned into a hiss of glorious pain, then was silenced entirely as he spanked and then choked her again.

“Let’s see if you will remember that in the future,” John mocked her, then slammed into both redheads equally and let the contents of his balls pump into them.

“More!” Nathalia moaned with every spurt of cum into her. “Mess me up more! This taste will have to last me a while… Aaaaaaahh.” Threatening to fall, John caught the dragoness’ avatar by slinging one arm around her waist and the other around the chest, resting his hand on her ample bosom. He pinched her nipple, as little rotations of her hips rubbed her delicious bubble butt against him and let the remainder of his orgasm dribble inside her.

“You will have more, you won’t forget this – you will never forget me,” he whispered into her long, elf-like ear. “I will give you every reason to remember why you’re becoming exclusively my woman.”

He let Scarlett collapse to the floor; she had been teased so much that cumming inside her once was enough to put her temporarily out. Well, that and the fact that she was the physically weakest woman around. Nathalia, on the other hand, he guided back to the middle of the room, fucking her every step along the way, driving her before him like a proper breeding sow. Or, well, lizard, in this particular case.

The harem flocked to his position. Even if they weren’t receiving his immediate attention, they wanted to have the chance for a kiss, or just be around as they had their lesbian fun. Things couldn’t escalate much further than they already had, all of them had cum in at least one of their holes, and John was more than satisfied to stay the course for the evening.