The door shut and isolated the inside of the stretch limo completely from the cheering people on the outside. Lydia waved on last time through the tinted glass, then magic caused it to go from merely dark to completely black. Artificial light softly rose in brightness. Lydia touched a panel along the wall and it switched from a calm blue to sensual red.

As far as colours went, there could have been none more fitting for the mood that settled on the inside of the car. It reflected on the numerous glasses and bottles that were confined in the tiny bar that was lodged between two benches. Skin was tinted and cleavages highlighted. Chests rose and fell visibly, as breathing in the room became more heated. The smell of the harem girls intertwined with John’s masculine cologne and natural odour. Large as the space was for a vehicle, it was small and shallow by regular standards. The harem was cramped together, luscious bodies sitting shoulder to shoulder, with Aclysia and Beatrice right next to John when he had settled in the corner at the end of the limo.

John felt his suit on his skin, a bothersome layer that was unnatural to him. All across the tiny space, the girls pulled softly at their dresses and their strings. The car started to move. Lydia slid open the window that separated them from the driver’s cabin. “Take the scenic route home,” she instructed and then closed the separation again. Like the other windows, it tinted to a pitch black and likely served to isolate noise just as well as the door did.

Turning towards him, Lydia directed her gaze at John. In the red light, her grey-blue eyes had a pink tint. Same was true for every other pair of eyes in the stretch limo. All of them were directed at John. All of the girls were silent. They were finally all alone. A day spent keeping their hands off each other as best they could.

John could practically smell the pheromones they were all exuding. Combined body heat rose from flushed bodies, turned the room actually hotter and caused them to lightly sweat. All of that was born from a mood John very much shared. It made him drunk on lust, too much so to say anything.

“I can not wait any longer.” Lydia was the one to take the lead, as she had done for most of the evening. Two moves with her hands, and the dress she had worn all day came off as easily as a loose glove. Discarded, the artistic piece of clothing was laying on the floor and left Lydia in her underwear. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only two adhesive patches that had kept her hard nipples from poking out. Now she pulled them off, throwing them to the side with a liberating movement. The jewelry in her hair soon followed. As drenched as her white satin panties were, she didn’t take the time to take them off.

She tried to walk, but the ceiling was too low to do so gracefully and so John got to watch her drop on all fours to instead crawl through the entire length of the stretch limo. Still, all of the harem stared at him with lustfully burning eyes.

“Aren’t you a needy little slut?” John asked the approaching, self-degrading queen. He may as well have asked any or all of the other girls in the car. “What would your people think if they saw you on the floor like that, hm?”

“I serve my people with my time and my ambition,” Lydia responded now between his legs. “How I serve you should be none of their concern-nnhhhnnn.” Her reasonable sentence came to a gasping end when John pulled his clothes into his inventory. By some miracle, he wasn’t erect yet, but that didn’t seem to bother Lydia at all. With absurd need, she hastily bowed towards his groin. Saliva dropped from her extended tongue. It connected with his sack when she gave him one first lick. A throaty moan echoed through the tiny room.

John didn’t even need to reach down. What remained of Lydia’s grace in her current haze was entirely dedicated to looking sexy while her lips pressed against his heavy balls and sucked on them with nymphomaniac delight. He felt her heavy breaths on his growing cock. Each was a long inhale, taking in his scent, followed by a bursting, half-moaning exhale. Still she stared at him.

Still the rest of the harem stared at him. Unlike Lydia, none of his regular girls had the ‘decency’ to wear something to hide how their nipples poked through the thin fabric of their dresses. They were now breathing audibly, the steady panting of over a dozen gorgeous women filling the space. Yet they did not make any large moves, only pulling softly at their clothes and sliding their hands over their own or their neighbour’s curves. Their lust paralysed their minds or perhaps they were simply waiting for him to make a decision on how he wanted this to go down.

John’s dick had now reached its full size. Continuing to slather his balls with saliva, Lydia was unmoving, the erect member settled on her face. She shivered, moaned and cried wordlessly. Then the Gamer spoke a two-word command that broke the stillness of the room, “Service me.”

Dresses vanished, were taken or simply torn off in a matter of seconds, preceding a scramble of everyone trying to get to John. Aclysia and Beatrice’s lips lowered down to his neck, showering it and the muscles of his upper torso in kisses. Lydia finally licked upwards his massive cock and sucked him in the moment she was at the tip. Swiftly, the descent of her head turned into a heated bobbing.

“Master,” Nia purred when she appeared next to Lydia. Swiftly, the blank lowered her head to worship his unattended, seed-filled sack.

“Master,” Rave echoed when she managed to be the third who squeezed her way between his spread legs. “Fuuuuck,” she gasped, close to his groin. The wetness of her pussy was evident in her voice. “Your cock is so hot. You smell so sexy… you taste sho good!” The last bit was slurred, Lydia sliding up enough that Rave managed to kiss the side of his lower shaft.

“Master…” “Master!” “Mast-aaahh!” “Master.” The word was repeated over and over again by the needful haremettes all across the stretch limo. They cramped themselves into the back third of the car, a writhing mass of smooth skin and soft curves attempting to get as close as possible. Albeit they all craved to touch him, they didn’t get so close to obstruct his view. John was treated to a sight now utterly dominated by his harem. He could barely even see the rest of the car behind them.

Normally, the assortment of gorgeous women would have been all over each other to pass the waiting time. Something about the mood that dominated the room had them keep those engagements to a minimum. They grasped at each other and briefly teased nearby sexes, but never kept prolonged contact outside of the rubbing that the limited space mandated. Their hands were mostly used to touch themselves in ways deliberately meant to be tantalizing. They were showing themselves off to him and thus served him in the best way they could without physical contact.

Inspired by the moving fingers, he wrapped his arms around the two maids by his side. Palms sliding over the firm softness of their butts, he reached down to their pussies. His fingers travelled through their drenched labias and then found their clits. For a moment, they stopped kissing him, both instead pressing against him with their pale, quivering bodies. Half-closed, glassy eyes in heads leaning against his shoulder reflected their lust as they moaned in perfect synchronicity. Their identical voices, usually separated easily by tone, were equally timed and rose in pitch at the same pace. All that separated the two was the length of their hair, the placement of their moles and Beatrice’s larger breasts. Otherwise, the maids made themselves the same. A perfect set of twins to pleasure his perfectionism. John loved every second of it.

While his skilful hands worked their magic in bringing the two to quick orgasms, Lydia was the first to climax. His command and the on-going pleasure it rewarded while the girls continued to abide by it certainly helped the cock-hungry queen’s lust to rise, but she was entirely able to cum just from sucking his cock even without any of his normality-shattering powers. With a body that had developed to love all of her holes to be used, Lydia’s muffled cries grew more intense the more she sucked him off.

With one last deepthroat, her eyelids fluttered and a scream reverberated around John’s sensitive cock. Vibrations and his own need to finally feel release intertwined to hasten his own climax along. His fingers sped up along his heartbeat. His cock began to tense and he grit his teeth to hold on just a moment. “I will cum all over all of you,” he pressed out a strained order.

Lydia’s mind was set to obey, but her flesh seemingly refused the idea. Even in this cock-drunken state, one was stronger than the other. Reluctantly, she pulled up, giving John a few seconds of delightful torture before his glistening cock popped free from her ruby red lips. Lydia, Rave and Nia all showered his hard cock with kisses and licks. None of that was needed, but it made the orgasm that much better.

Just as Aclysia and Beatrice shouted their lust into his ears, his balls tightened and pumped a massive load out. The first few strands shot out with such intensity, they covered the midriffs of many of the waiting girls. The following still had enough power to them that they hit their groins and then thighs. Only towards the end did the pressure become low enough for the trio actually sucking him off to receive some of his enhanced seed on their faces. Stopping to bask in it, all three kept their mouths wide open, while Rave pumped his slick dick with her hand to wring every last drop out. The superhuman size of his load, twenty times that of the normal man, left enough even in the last few pumps for all of them to get a sizable facial.

The gasping in the room intensified when the girls started to scoop the seed off their bodies and suck it seductively from their slender fingers. It was all that was needed to send them into a climax, some of them intense from their sensitivity to the magically rich seed, others just a light one. They were all so close, after they had followed the command to get the cum on them in the first place.

“Lydia, let them clean you up,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master,” the cum-plastered queen sighed with lust and light disappointment, the last bits of cum dripping down on her sizable chest before she pulled away. Of course, she would have rather continued to worship his cock, but giving herself to the embrace of a harem ordered to tend to her was a close second in the present situation.

With her butt turned towards John, Lydia was assaulted by kisses and lustful grabs to areas that were or were not covered in seed. The white satin panties were beyond soaked now, the fabric above her pussy practically see-through. More of her love juices ran down the inside of her smooth thighs. Siena gave that firm butt a decent smack, before winding her tail around the metal mage’s left leg and grinding it against her cunt.

Even now, while they were following his command to clean up the queen, the majority of attention of the harem lay with John. ‘They are in a really worshipping mood tonight,’ he thought, his mind somewhat clearer after that first orgasm. ‘If they want to be servile sluts, then I won’t complain.’ “Cum,” he suddenly commanded and the entire space exploded into orgasmic screams. “Cum for your master!” he added, enthusiastically. “CUM!”

“MASTER!” Aclysia screamed, the loudest of them all, as the multiple commands overlapped to make her squirt all over the hand still working her clit. All over the room the title was screamed with perverted veneration, while women held onto each other and the minimal furniture that existed. For few of them, even that failed, and they collapsed to the floor, screaming to please all of his senses. Only two were exempt from this.

Looking down on his groin, he saw Rave and Nia compete over his cock. Neither of them were taking him in yet, only rubbing lips and tongue against either side while looking up to him. The vibrations of their own lustful screams reached his shaft, stronger on Nia’s side. While his girlfriend was no less enthusiastic about giving his cock all of the attention it deserved, the pariah was feeling constant pleasure from the seed on her face. Sloppy drops of saliva fell down her chin, showing how much she wanted for more.

“Nia,” he made his choice known and the pariah wiggled her way to the centre. Rave conceded the ground willingly, staring up to him with submissive intent and the knowledge she would get to suck his cock soon enough. While Nia’s lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, the Gamer’s girlfriend slid back down to the base of his cock to once more give attention to his balls. Despite the massive load he had pumped out, they were no less heavy than before.

Sylph was the quickest to take the newly opened spot, crawling with aftershocks into the gap between his left leg and Nia. While she bowed down, John announced that he had other plans. “Sylph, on Beatrice; Eliza, on Aclysia; Undine, on me – make yourself compact. Whoever of the rest of you grabs a bottle of champagne the quickest gets to take the third spot to worship my cock.”

“Fuuuuck yesssssss!” Eliza screamed out her enthusiasm, while waves of similar joy hit John’s mind from the two elementals. They took their places as swiftly as they could, cramping themselves in the curved seats and placing themselves over the naked, love juice drenched laps of the maids. Sylph to his left and Eliza to his right, the two kissed his lower torso while Aclysia and Beatrice continued to tend to the upper half.

Unable to climb into that mess, Undine turned into a flowing band of goo that only reshaped into the form of a woman once she was on top of him. The body she consolidated herself into was only about a metre tall. Her ass and chest, however, were the same size as usual, making her an incredible mixture of short and stacked. The valley of her gel butt surrounded the upside of the base of his cock, while her large breasts swayed in his direction. She was so short that John could look over her and watch the rest of the harem and more translucent than usual, red marks, dark blue hair and black antlers aside. Through the almost clear, blue-tinged body, he could see Nia devour his cock with a minimal bit of distortion.

The blank was incredibly greedy, seeming physically unable to slide more than halfway up his long shaft before descending and deepthroating him again. A bottle of champagne was reached around Undine by a red tail, while Salamander took her earned place. “Open it, Aclysia,” John commanded, his hands occupied kneading her ass. With shaking hands, she managed to. A large gasp came from her, when the obedience sent her straight to the edge. “Let me drink. Don’t spill a single drop.”

Aclysia came, when the bottle met his lips, but somehow kept it steady and at an acceptable angle. While John felt the sparkling liquid on his tongue and his lust rise to the point of no return. A slight movement by his head and Aclysia pulled the bottle back. John swallowed and then came deep into Nia’s throat.

In the haze of the orgasm and Nia’s screams of ecstasy, the Gamer didn’t care to be any more creative with this particular unloading. He just continued to cum inside her until her tongue could coerce no more from him. Then Nia slowly slid up and said, in an apologetic tone, “I’m sorry for being so greedy, Master, your cum is too delicious.”

“All of him is so fucking tasty,” Eliza added, softly nibbling on his abs.

“Master is perfection,” Aclysia panted, kissing his neck.

“The most flawed perfection there could ever be,” Beatrice undermined her agreement with a bit of sass, but made up for it by moaning into his ear, while pressing her fat ass against his palm.

“I love you, John,” Rave panted, staring at him. Even through Undine’s body, the intense pink lustre of her eyes and the heart shape it currently took shone through. “I love you so much. I need you. I need you in my life for now and forever. Ya make me laugh and this cock is so tashhtyyy,” she stretched her tongue and gave him a long lick, “I need your cooock!”

“Nia, make room for Jane. Join the others in giving me a show.” As the blank obeyed and Rave quickly took the centre spot, John scanned the room for who he wanted third. His thoughts were temporarily distracted when he groaned out loud. With one swift movement, Rave was down his cock, pressing her nose into Undine’s jiggly ass. Her tight throat massaged his shaft through twitches and little movements she made while remaining down there.

Before he could recover, she started to pull back up. Her tongue pressed against every single one of his weak spots with ecstatic accuracy. What clearness he had gathered thanks to cumming twice already was ruined by how well his girlfriend knew to pleasure him. Her lips pressed tightly around his glans, her tongue swirled around his head, and suddenly he was cumming again.

His seed spurted into her in its absurd quantity. Some of it she had to swallow, there just wasn’t enough room in her greedy little mouth, but most of it she managed to keep gathered. When he was done cumming, she backed off his cock and showed all of it. The thick white liquid threatened to escape past her pillowy pink lips. The repeated, orgasmic quivers that accompanied the taste of his seed didn’t help. Still, she took the risk to swirl it with her tongue until John gave her the order, “Swallow.”

Her mouth closed and she gulped visibly. Once it was open again, there was nothing but the hot insides of her serving mouth. “Please, Master, may I have another?” she begged and made big eyes. In the meantime, Siena had taken the place next to her, having simply moved the quickest while John failed to make a conscious decision.

Salamander and Siena wrapped their tails around his legs while they leaned forwards. The two big-titted elementals kissed his balls while Rave softly played with the tip. Continuing to give him big eyes, his favourite girl managed to melt John’s resistance – for the most part. “You may help these two get me off while they give me a boobjob,” he stated, “but you won’t hog my seed to yourself. I want to cum all over you again.”

“Thank you, Master,” Rave purred. “Whatever lets me stay close to your magnificent cock.”

“It’s almost as great as the man it’s attached to,” Siena’s sensual voice added.

“I fucking love it,” Salamander moaned, giving it a quick lick with her inhumanely long tongue. Cupping her massive breasts, she pressed them against John’s shaft. Siena followed immediately thereafter. Undine moved up a little bit so she didn’t get in the way, her slime sticking to John where gravity would have made the position difficult for any regular woman.

Red squished against purplish blue, the former dominating the latter through sheer size. John’s cock was stuck between the heat of Salamander and Siena’s colder than average body, settling where all four tits met. He was slick to start with, but as they began to move, Salamander’s oily sweat added even more lubrication to his saliva covered shaft. Bowing over them, Rave took what of John’s cock she could reach into her mouth. For a moment, it seemed she could stay at that level, then she must have remembered how much a cock-addicted, good girlfriend she was and moved even beyond what poked out of the elementals’ breasts.

Sinking her face into the squishy ocean of red and blue, Rave breathed rapidly while indulging herself. While she wanted him as deep inside her as she could get, she still moved in accordance to the shaking, rising and falling of the tits under her lips. Siena and Salamander didn’t mind, only panting while they serviced him. Their coiled tails caressed his legs. It wasn’t pleasurable in and of itself, but John took great joy from the fact that he was almost entirely covered by horny females.

He could have pulled the shortstack goth slime on his chest, but instead decided to finally get the bottle of champagne to some more use. After getting Aclysia to give him another sip, he gave her a lust-fuelled order, “Pour it over my chest.”

Ice cold, the sparkling champagne ran down between his pecs. The trickling stream somewhat spread on his abs and was then quickly lapped up by the two other short girls. Where the maids couldn’t do anything with alcohol and concentrated on keeping his face and neck showered in attention, Eliza, Sylph and, in her own way, Undine were all too happy to drink up the liquid.

Where the arcvolt elemental lapped up the champagne, the trail of her tongue and contact of her lips left John with a tingle more intense than the bubbling. Eliza compensated for a lack of special effects with sheer perversion, giggling madly while she wildly drank from his body and scent. What they missed was absorbed into Undine through contact with her, for that size, absurdly thick thighs.

Enjoying the many sensations that came along the slowly emptying bottle, John only interrupted his following of the happenings to take another sip. In the background, the girls were still mostly masturbating for his viewing pleasure. Lydia was entirely clean now, every inch of her body having gotten some degree of attention, and was making out with Nia while they both stared at him. Metra was doing a little show between dance and masturbation, both limited by the tight space. Scarlett had one leg up on the nearby seat, over which she bent to emphasize her bubble butt and the pretty pink pussy lips between her smooth legs.

Although Gnome was still trying to get his attention with her eyes, hers were darting all over the scene. She didn’t stand, collapsed into a puddle of her own love juices while she furiously and unashamedly masturbated. The sheer amount of carnal exaltation that she could follow was putting her voyeurism into an overdrive that managed to drown all forms of her embarrassment.

Siena and Salamander dug their fingers into their tits. The soft, overabundant meat of the firm bags of mankind’s hopes and dreams spilled past their grasp. They jiggled with each rise and fall. They shifted with the pressure put onto them to alternate the way they pleased their summoner. They took the impact of Rave’s overenthusiastic, cum-hungry self-facefucking with yet more delicious jiggles. While his eyes appreciated that bountiful feast, his hands continued to sink into the butts of Aclysia and Beatrice.

He closed his eyes for a little bit, let his pleasure rise and rise. His shaft began to quiver, his balls tightened. He opened his eyes again and commanded, “Cum,” just as he came. Rave’s head flew back, she shouted out loud and semen pumped into the air as the rest of the car followed her example. Gnome squirted all over the floor, her eyes rolling upwards. Siena and Salamander extended their inhuman tongues to catch some of the Gamer’s cum. More of it, a massive amount, landed across their juicy tits, their and Rave’s faces, and the bodies of nearby haremettes.

“Harder!” he commanded, tilting everyone’s sensitivity up by 50%. Despite the absurd perversion of the situation, he hadn’t used that tool at all in this ecstatic writhing so far. “Cum! Scream your feelings.”

“I laaav yaaa!” “John, my love!” “Mashtaah!” “Master.” “You fucking sssstud!” “My beloved saviour.” “The king of my heart, my body.” “I love you. I need you. I don’t deserve you and your fucking patience!” “My saviour, my Maaaasteeeer.” “My pashtient shhhoulma-aahhh-te.” “The best, funnest, perverteshesh man, Mastahhhh, yeshhh, yessssss!” “My John.” “I’m yoursss, you made me yours!”

The debauched cries, partly wrecked by ecstasy, partly controlled, echoed through the room and let John enjoy his orgasm to the fullest, while leaning back and indulging in the cries and worship of his body that followed. The flow of cum came to a slow end, as did the cries across the room. There was a moment of silence, but the aura of need still hung heavily in the moving car.

“Siena,” John announced who got to suck his cock next.