The inside of the house was of fine quality. Lydia had hired the same internal architect for basically all her holdings, but this house had been designed by her grandfather. As such, everything was a lot more lavish. While Frederik the Great had been known for streamlining the state budget, he was also one of the most renowned patrons of the arts in his time and it showed.

Adorned by masterful carvings, the dark wooden furniture across the room exuded the grace of a past age. Finely woven tapestry covered the perfectly aligned floorboards, themselves covered in a layer of enamel. The walls were of caramel coloured plaster, smoothly applied and painted on with gold and silver. Paintings hung on the walls in frames that were almost as artful as themselves. All of that was only the living room.

The thing was that John and Lydia didn’t get any further in. “The house has three bathrooms, but only one kitchen. I trust that will be enough for you…” the queen barely managed to get out, when John went on the attack.

Although she may have planned to at least show him the building properly before they did something, once John took control of the situation, she was done for. He simply stepped behind her and took hold of her body. One hand brushed up outside of her thigh, sliding up her summer dress in the process, the other slid into the opening for her shoulder.

“Uncivilized… pervert…” she gasped jokingly, his fingers quickly rolling her hardening nipple between them. As she wasn’t wearing a bra, her petite chest was open for plundering. As was the back of her neck, where John now liberally applied his lips to leave a few love bites. “You could at least wait until we get to the… bedroom-mhm.” Her breath was forcefully expelled at the last word, as John brushed over her panties. Where he pressed a little more, he could feel the fabric dampen.

“Shove me off and we can stop until we get there,” he whispered into her ear in his deepest voice. Combined with his continued hold of her, equally firm and teasing of her sensitive areas, it had the desired effect of only making the queen of steel formable like clay in his arms. John had long since figured out that women liked to be handled with measured force and in an assertive manner. This was doubly true for his harem. After all, those were some of John’s most obvious qualities.

He gently bit into the upper part of her ear and enjoyed the squirming of the stern lady in his loving embrace. None of it was actual resistance, only playful struggling, instinctive reactions to the pleasure or her pressing her ass against John’s groin out of trained habit. “Fine,” she spat out, gasping, and leaned fully into his attack. “Do what you want… beloved…”

Being called that gave John almost more pleasure than their physical contact. “I love you,” he answered, just because it felt right, while ring and middle finger of his right circled her clit. The panties were still in the way and he didn’t plan to remove them soon. This current situation pleased him on an animalistic level that he was happy to indulge in for a little while longer.

Although one of the smallest pairs in his harem, her breasts still provided a pleasing amount of softness under his palm. That the stretchy fabric of her summer dress pressed his hand so closely to her chest only furthered the feeling. Drumming heartbeats reverberated in his grasp, growing more intense with every bit of teasing he subjected her to.

“You don’t have to miss any of this in the future,” John said while continuing his masterful probing. “Whenever you feel stressed or lonely or, you know, just plain horny, I am just one teleporter away. I’ll always do my best to make time for you.”

“Such stressful lives we lead, you and I.” Lydia kept her quivering voice in check for just that sentence, then let out a long gasp again. “So much work… so far… apart… Ahhh,” a high-pitched moan ended her words, the queen turning wonderfully weak in his grasp.

“One day you will have your reforms done and I my conquests. Then, when we can delegate most of our work to others, we’ll have all the time we want to indulge,” he declared and speed up the movements of his hands. “We just got to work in preparation of those days, right?”

“Y-yesssss,” Lydia barely managed to answer, mingling it with her delighted moan. Her damp panties turned into a soaked mess, as an orgasm caused her pussy to overflow with the delicious love juice. Adding no further pleasure to her climaxing state, he just let her writhe in his arms. When her gasps became heavy breaths and her body shuddered rather than spasmed, she managed to say, “I do not require this dress anymore.”

John couldn’t help but grin, he had been just about to ask a question to that end. Moving his hands up to the back of her neck, he grabbed the rim of the cloth. With a satisfying tearing sound, the doubtlessly costly article of clothing was turned into a piece of fine waste. Ripping it off her curves, he revealed the rest of Lydia’s skin.

The summer was fitting her. Although she hadn’t gotten nearly as tanned as Rave or John himself, the summer sun had left its mark on her athletic body. Less than brown yet more than northern European white, her skin stretched taut over her healthy, barely visible muscles. Turning her around, pushing her back until she sat on the table, John took a long look at her.

Lydia seemed discomforted by this, after a few seconds had passed. “There’s not much to look at, in comparison to your other lovers,” she stated in a rare moment of weakness. Her upper body twisted, partly hiding her breasts behind her shoulder.

“Like I care however marginally more or less beautiful you are,” John responded swiftly and strongly, finding the idea almost offending. Firmly, he pushed her shoulder back until she was facing him with her entire body again. “None of us are perfection and I don’t need that either.” He leaned forward and kissed her impossibly red lips. “If you want to, I could try finding a way to improve your physique.”

“…I wanted to put into question your ability to do so, for a moment,” Lydia shook her head. “Then I was reminded of who I am talking to.” She leaned up to repay his kiss with one of her own. “If you can do so, I would be thankful, earnestly. I feel something less than jealous towards the others, but it’s an unpleasant feeling nevertheless.”

“I will solve it, then,” John assured with all the authority he could muster. Whether the Lover Boy Class would reveal something to this end or another avenue to success opened, he did not know. Generally, if he really wanted something, his powers would eventually reveal to him a road to get there. It wasn’t in the habit of being an easily attainable goal, but it was there.

That was enough of the serious thoughts, however. John opened his character sheet and tapped the button for complete unequip. Suddenly nude, he gave the queen something to visually indulge in. Given the long road he had gone on himself in order to obtain a more attractive body, he couldn’t fault her for wanting the same – even if he thought it thoroughly unneeded in her case.

To underline that opinion where no more words could do any convincing, he kissed his way down her body. He left yet more hickeys on her body, this time in places that nobody else would see. Blemishing her smooth skin was its own little pleasure. There was satisfaction in corrupting things, be it in the most minor of ways. It spoke right to the darker, more primitive parts of John’s character. The same sadism that told him to push her down on the table and choke her while slamming into her cunt over and over again.

Exceptional situations aside, Lydia wasn’t too big into masochism though. As such, John held back and cultivated his tender sides, concentrating more on her soft whimpers and the little shivers that intensified the closer he got to her cunt. Taking a momentary pause, he ripped off her panties like her dress.

Her orderly trimmed pubic hair had a simple triangle shape and was of no obstacle. He simply kissed around it and, when he started sucking on her clit, it was too far away to distract him with any tickles. Already damp with all the fluids her underwear had failed to absorb, her pussy turned into a dripping wet display now that that obstacle was removed.

John concentrated the efforts of his tongue exclusively on the little bean under the hood. Heat surrounded him when Lydia placed her toned thighs on his shoulders. Although her honeypot tasted deliciously sweet, with just a faint metallic aftertaste, the Gamer wasn’t going down on her exclusively for his delight. Just like he grabbed his own cock to spread precum equally on the massive shaft, a motion that brought him no pleasure, he used the pussy juices to lubricate Lydia’s back entrance for the near future.

Each time his fingers pressed against her sphincter, the butt slut of a queen gasped. She was as clean down there as was possible; Lydia had always kept good care of herself and, since she had gotten access to someone who was willing to fuck her ass well and proper at any time of the day, nowadays her hygiene was simply impeccable. “Had I… been aware you would… take time for this…” her voice trembled, “I would have… kept the plug in…”

John could give no answer. A hand was placed firmly on his head, short nails dug into his scalp with a pleasing amount of pain. Just the sheer reminder that Lydia usually had a buttplug in her ass for the majority of her visits was enough to create a lustful groan deep in his throat. Along with that came a sudden increase in the amount of precum he produced. Without a doubt, he was now dripping on a million-dollar carpet.

Nothing to care about at the moment. It wasn’t like Lydia was treating the table any better or that she wouldn’t be origin of some stains later on herself. Right now, the sinful haze of lust was much more important, made manifest through the tiny cries of Lydia. He hadn’t yet properly made her feel pleasure. Whenever she was really turned on, the queen moaned loudly, with no compromise. Before then she kept somewhat quiet.

Although his tongue skills could have brought her to this point eventually, he felt that this was enough as far as preparations went and got out of his uncomfortable half-squatting position. Letting out a disappointed gasp when his tongue no longer circled her clit, Lydia removed her thighs and hand obediently. Grey-blue eyes looked to her lover for his next move.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and she obeyed with an adequate amount of haste. A drawn-out, erotic sigh confirmed her reward and was quickly turned into a loud gasp. John pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. “Where do you want it?” he asked.

Lydia glared over her shoulder, her annoyance masked by lust. “Is it required that we engage in this game?”

John smiled and dragged his cock down to her pussy. “It’s too much fun to tease,” he defended himself and angled his hips so his hard prick was resting against the queen’s back entrance again. He liked that view, his erection resting in the valley of her ass. Sure, it wasn’t the greatest in his harem, but it would still be a crime to describe it as anything less than enticing. “So?” he challenged, grinding against her.

“My butt, John,” Lydia admitted with a sigh. “I desire you to fuck me up the butt.”

Not quite as obscene or loud as John would have wanted, but he didn’t have any more patience to delay this. Pressing his cock into her sphincter, he forced himself into her. The penetration happened slowly. Although he had done his best to provide ample lubrication, it was just as important to stretch her out. Since they had done no prior preparation, just plunging into her would have been an experience of the unpleasantly painful kind.

Instead, his slow approach brought security and a gently rising pressure. Lydia’s face was a view of tremendous satisfaction. Her mouth was wide agape, her eyes stared into nothingness and her brows furrowed. A blank expression of lust. Sighs escaped her, then gasps and the fully fledged moans he had wanted to hear, growing in intensity and volume. Finally, he was all the way inside her.

“Is this what you wanted?” John asked, pushing even further. Lydia was forced to take the quarter step she could, her pussy now resting on the corner of the polished table.

“Yes,” she answered, less a word and more gasping for air. “By Mother Metal, you’re so big. How… how this keeps being a surprise to me is a mystery… but… you’re filling me so much… it’s…”

John interrupted her by pulling back the slightest bit. Words were replaced by more interesting noises, be it less intellectual ones. He went back in with a slow thrust, then pulled a bit further out. This cycle repeated itself numerous times, each time he moved a little bit more, each time she got a bit louder. The tightness of her sphincter became less constricting as she got more acquainted to his girth.

After about two minutes of constant stretching, John finally felt like he could move without problem. That he was able to smoothly pull out proved him right. When he then impaled Lydia on his erection properly for the first time, the anal queen immediately screamed out loud. The tightness he had worked to loosen returned, as Lydia came for the second time.

John wasn’t going to let her peacefully ride it out this time. Albeit it took more effort than he had bargained for, he continued to move. Holding onto Lydia’s arms, he fucked his auburn-haired lover from behind. Soon, the clapping sounds of his hips colliding with the cushion of her ass gave a steady rhythm to Lydia’s debauched shouts. Wordless as they were, John could still decipher the clear meaning from them: ‘More!’

The orderly braid bounced in the depression of her back, as John increased the force. Heavy, the table under Lydia creaked but didn’t move. Her pussy, most importantly her clit, grinded against the corner. It was a distant second from anything John could directly provide, but it was stimulation of her cunt regardless.

It was so easy to get her into a state of constant orgasm under these conditions. Easy for John, at least, whose sexual prowess was either unmatched entirely or in the realm of legends. What his own experience provided only amplified his knowledge of her body. He knew how Lydia liked it almost better than herself.

Steady, that was the name of the game. As simple as it was, Lydia liked the rhythm precise. It fit her character oddly well, whether that was for a reason or just biological coincidence didn’t really matter. The fact was that John just had to keep the force and the speed roughly the same. The wiggle room he had was in the angle of the thrusts, not that he could get particularly creative with that under these circumstances.

Indeed, he was quite happy to keep things simple. One man fucking his perverted queen up her favourite hole at a fast and hard pace. He had done this earlier today in the shower. Hell, he had done a whole lot more in the orgy less than two days ago.

Yet, the orgasm that rose inside him was as pure and ecstatic as always. Thrust for thrust he got closer. He didn’t need to announce. Lydia started moving against him, noticing the tell-tale signs of the Gamer’s peaking lust. He himself was oblivious to them, but he knew for certain that they watched him as closely as he did them. Appreciation for this mutual love was the last thing that crossed his mind before his thoughts were temporarily wiped out by the torrent of pleasure.

A torrent that physically manifested through the rush of cum that made its way up his shaft and then filled Lydia. Slamming all the way inside her one last time, while his seed was already painting her insides white, he groaned. The noise vanished under the queen’s orgasmic scream.

A wet, running noise made it clear that Lydia was squirting her brains out, as the proper anal fucking mixed with the sudden orgasm of receiving the Gamer’s cum. The clear liquid either drummed on the carpet in a steady rain or pooled on the table. Regardless, John loved every second of it, as his inhumanely large load filled her guts.

Before long, they both slumped forwards. Lydia lay on the table, John on top of her. Neither of them were particularly comfortable. As long as John continued to send more spurts, insignificant as they may have been compared to the start of his orgasm, into the queen. Neither of them cared to change this though.

Only after about a minute of heavy breathing did Lydia move slightly under him. “How is it…” she began, clearly swallowing to keep control of her words, “…that all activities we partake in together end up like this?”

“That’s hyperbole,” John shot back and pushed himself up a little bit so he could see her face better. “Aside from that, I don’t see you actually complaining.”