John and Siena slammed against the bedroom door. They wrestled with lips and tongues, while Siena’s sharp nails scratched over his naked back. The motion left hot lines on his skin, lasting for less than a second before Gamer’s Body fixed them. He didn’t mind the little pain too much. In some ways, it only heightened the sensation of the moment.

Her right leg was pulled up, the bare thigh pressing into John’s side. In turn, he pressed a hand into that firm and smooth meat. Sweet nothings and sighs escaped them between the erotic engagement of their mouths. Her tongue was smoother than a human’s, firmer as well, but neither sensation was so alien that it distracted John from her taste or the way he made her tremble. Swirling around hers, his tongue occasionally licked over her teeth. The sharpness excited him; he was just a moment away from cutting himself.

The Gamer was a sadist and a dominant, there was absolutely no doubt about that, but that didn’t stop him from understanding what made his opposite tick. Quite the opposite, he needed to know. Most of the time to heighten the effectiveness of the way he treated his women, rarely because he was in a peculiar mood. Even he could feel submissive sometimes. There were two girls in his harem that were happy to ‘assist’ him at such occasions and one of them he was kissing right now.

Signalling this mood to the shadow spirit through their mental connection, the Gamer motivated several changes. The clawing at his back grew a little more powerful. Siena straightened up as much as she could, while John let himself be pulled downwards until she was standing taller than him. Her leg went from simply pressing against him to wrapping around his lower half, keeping him where he was. Her tail, as dark grey as the rest of her exposed skin, wrapped around his neck like a well-fitting collar. These and other small adjustments changed the dynamic of their engagement from being between equals to being between a sub and a dom.

Siena ended their kiss by pulling outside the reach of his lips. “What do you think of me, John?” she asked in a sultry tone.

“I love you,” he answered immediately.

“Are you mine?”

“Yes.”

“Am I yours?”

“Yes.” Even if he was the submissive this time around, there were some things he wouldn’t budge on. Siena only smiled at his answer. It was exactly what she had wanted to hear anyway. She understood perfectly what she could and could not do with him.

She leaned towards his ear and whispered, “What a naughty, greedy man you are.” Her voice sent pleasant tingles all throughout his body, ending in the pulsing of his cock. “You know what you should call me, John.”

“Yes, mistress,” he whispered back.

“Very good, my love.” She nibbled on his earlobe, caressed his cock with one hand for just a few seconds. It was enough to stain her hand with several drops of precum. He groaned as she pulled away. “A naughty man through and through. Worship it then, the body of a woman that belongs in your harem – to you.”

John was pulled down by her tail, guiding him gently but firmly towards her collarbone.

“Kiss me,” Siena instructed, and John obeyed, his lips sliding lovingly over her smooth skin as he was dragged further down. “Serve me.” He had reached her boobs now. The pressure on his neck relaxed, allowing him to reach her hard nipples. They were a darker shade than the rest of her skin and looked absolutely delicious. John sucked on them, rolled the tip of his tongue in a circle and just generally did his best to please her with his mouth alone. He looked up into her silver eyes and she returned his gaze, while licking her hand clean of his precum. Every one of her fingers, she made a show out of, as if she was warming herself up to take on his several times larger cock later. “Grab me.” He was glad to follow that command, squishing her thigh as firmly as he had initially and taking a nice hold of her ass. “Ahh, yes, you are very good at this,” she purred. “Make me climax.”

“Yes, mistress.” John gave her ass a nice slap, causing the sadistic woman to yelp in lust and pain. There was no woman in his harem that didn’t like a little spanking. His hand moved on towards her pussy. It was sopping wet. He pushed two fingers inside and Siena’s moans became louder. Her eyes closed, the back of her head rested against the wooden door. Her cunt was cooler than that of a human and the tiny, wiggling bumps on her folds were definitely not normal, but John didn’t care about either. He had been given an order and he would fulfil it.

Leaving wet trails all over her squishy breasts, he kissed and licked his way from one boob to the other. Her skin tasted sweet and slightly spicy, a bit like paprika, oddly enough. John didn’t mind that at all and focused all of his efforts on her chest. That knowledge about her body that he now had allowed him to please her in all the right ways. Biting her nipple softly, pressing his face into her boob, it wasn’t just self-indulgence to feel the softness.

“Keep going… keep going.” Siena’s high-pitched words accompanied every sharp exhale. Her body quivered, her breasts rose and fell with every deep breath, their full-size jiggling in front of John’s eyes and lips. Then, all of the air escaped her in one drawn out shout. His fingers worked at a high speed, a clear liquid dripping from them as her pussy overflowed throughout her climax. “Stop!”

“Yes, mistress.” John obeyed. He pulled his fingers out, as little as her tensing and clinging folds seemed to want that, and just watched her. Watched her face, as that was all he could see from that angle. It was fascinating to see her regain control over her features. Fascinating and beautiful, just as she was.

“Such a good man,” Siena purred, “such a good Master. Your perversion paid off in the way you can satisfy even women like me so easily. I doubt there is any other man who could create a harem this size and so diverse through love and lust alone.”

“Thank you, mistress.” John grinned. This was exactly the kind of submission he could enjoy. Complimenting, careful, thorough, and only moderately tormenting. His cock was aching, rock-solid and completely untouched. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have taken care of it himself, thanks to Source of Satisfaction.

“There is more of this body you own to worship,” Siena said and her tail tugged him down again. He kissed his way down the valley of her breasts and to her midriff. The way her muscles were visible under the flawless skin was delicious. Light fell in through a nearby window, casting soft shadows all over her. John was the first to ever kiss that midriff and only he and his harem would ever get to. A fantastic thing to know. His tongue brushed over the Lover’s Will mark. On her skin, the manifestation of their mutual love was pitch black.

John couldn’t wait to taste her pussy.

The door opened with a soft, well-oiled whisper.

He suddenly fell forward. Not only did Siena stepping into the room ruin his balance, but her tail pulled him and left him no other choice than to get on all fours. “Follow me,” she commanded and turned around. Crawling after her on, effectively, a leash was at the very border of what he was comfortable with. Given the softness of the ground, the shortness of the distance and the raw sex appeal of her ass, he was able to just obey her for a little bit and follow her to the bed. “Lay down.”

“As you wish, mistress,” he said and got on his back. The tail retreated from his neck. It felt oddly cold without it there, but for the most part, he didn’t care for it being gone. What it was replaced with, though, he loved.

Siena straddled his head. Her pussy lips were of a blue that bordered on black. She reached down, spread her labia with her fingers and revealed the much lighter insides. He could see a few parts inside wiggle in inhuman ways, but that only made him more excited to get inside there. A gooey strand dripped down and he caught it with his open mouth. It was the first taste of her new pussy he got. It was a faint, cooling and sharp taste, like mint. “You may grab my thighs,” she allowed him, before sitting down on one of the two places John found to be where his girls’ butts naturally belonged.

He took her offer immediately, as her legs pressed against the sides of his head, taking hold of her firm, smooth legs. Extending his tongue, he started eating her pussy. More of that sweet, cool and sharp taste flowed into his mouth. It was addicting. He could only hear the blood rushing in his ears and only see her plump ass. That was until Siena’s voice reached into his mind.

‘Close your eyes.’ John obeyed. ‘There is only me. Don’t think. You can trust me, my John. Let go of your worries and let me take hold of you.’ A lustful giggle washed away his own thoughts. He let the wish to please her dominate his every action. ‘Yes, just like that. Trust me fully. Serve me. You’ll be rewarded…’ Two fingers tapped over his chest. The rhythm and the pointy nails made it feel like he was the floor for a pair of high heels. Quickly, she reached his cock and brushed over it with the side of her hand. Then she pulled away. ‘…if I think you deserve it.’

All he could sense was her. Her soft body on top of his head, her wet pussy drenching his face, the folds and tiny tendrils of her insides, the moans and words inside his head, and her breath on his cock. He felt a sharp nail travel down the length of his cock and to his balls. She took hold of them, cupped them, squeezed them softly and rolled them in her palm.

‘So full. You could breed all of us whenever you wanted to, no doubt. Would you like that? Would you like lining all of us up and using us as little breeding slaves, hm?’ He didn’t get to answer. Her presence was too domineering and the lick that followed the trail of her finger too pleasurable to think about the question. ‘You will get to, don’t worry. I’ll submit to you, Master, if you show me that you can submit to me. We do own each other, after all.’ Her tongue coiled around his shaft. ‘Ah, you’re such a delicious treat. I wouldn’t reward any other man with the service of my mouth.’

John curved his tongue, reaching a particularly sensitive spot inside her pussy. His rewards were numerous. His head got squeezed by her meaty thighs and more of her honey flowed into his cunt-devouring mouth. Most importantly, however, Siena finally saw it fit to take his cock inside her. Somehow, she managed to suck him inside while her tongue was still coiled around his shaft.

If there was anything that could be adequately described as a ‘mouth-pussy’, it was Siena’s throat. Tendrils and gripping folds surrounded the tip of his dick. For an elemental, eating was a luxury, not a necessity, and it seemed that this new form had fully committed to her prioritizing the joy of sex over that of taste. Through her tongue and throat, she could massage the entirety of his cock. For the first few seconds, it felt incredible. Then her ability to control her insides was turned against him. Rather than increasing the pleasure, she made her throat feel just good enough to keep him going, but not good enough to get him off.

It was an unfair pleasure. Siena kept him at the brink while also giving him a deep and methodical blowjob. The Gamer had a hard time working with regular edging, but this was a whole other level. If she had backed off, he would have gone on through repeated frustrations, but at least there would be moments of calm. He didn’t get such a break. She kept going and going, always leaving him one moment from orgasm.

His entire body was tense. He clawed into her thighs, buried his face in her bubble butt and ate her pussy with endless fervour. The want to please and the need to cum intermingled, neither outperforming each other and both keeping him under her metaphorical heel. No matter how much he pleased her, no matter how many orgasms he gave her, she didn’t give him the ultimate reward.

‘Please, let me cum,’ he finally begged, knowing that was what she wanted to hear.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ she asked sweetly. ‘My dear John?’

‘Please, mistress, please let me cum!’ he begged again.

Suddenly all pleasure stopped. She pulled back and got off his face. His hands dropped to his sides as she moved down. “It would be a waste to let you cum anywhere else, Master,” Siena purred, now straddling his hips. Ass thrust out and smiling over her shoulder, she once more pulled apart her dark labia and showed the bright blue inside. She lowered herself just far enough that the engorged, pink head of his cock came in contact with her. Gyrating her hips, she asked, “Do you want to cum inside me, Master?”

“Yes, mistress.” He was entranced by the sway of her butt and the soft pleasure the motion sent through his sensitive cock.

“Do you need to cum inside me, Master?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Five seconds,” Siena said. “You’ll have five seconds to do with me whatever you wish. Starting no-aaaaaahhhww.”

5.

John thrust up immediately. Siena screamed in ecstasy, squirting all over his groin. Her pussy gripped him, every fold and tendril. It wasn’t enough to set him off. She still didn’t let him.

4.

His hands slammed down on her hips with superhuman speed and power. A loud slap echoed through the room. John pulled back.

3.

Siena’s scream continued. It rose to such volume that the entire house had to hear her when John thrust up with such ferocity her entire body bounced. Her huge tits jiggled, her ass rippled, and she slouched forwards.

2.

At the speed of a man driven temporarily insane by the need to cum, John sat up and got on his knees. She was in front of him now. She tore apart the sheets as she screamed and he pounded her round bottom at extreme speeds. The bed shook, the wood creaked, the slamming of flesh against flesh echoed in the room.

1.

Now John fell forwards. He was past the point of no return. All that remained were the blissful moments before he would fill her up. He reached around her with one arm. Held her close. Bit her long, elf-like ear and squished her left tit. He tasted her. Smelled her. Felt her softest parts under his hand and against his groin, after he thrust into her one last time. There was a snapping sound and Siena came to be flattened under him.

0.

A stream of cum pumped out of John’s balls and filled Siena’s eagerly waiting pussy with a load that was enormous even by his standards. All sensations aside from her pussy gripping him were distant. He couldn’t feel his legs, he could barely feel his arms, he knew he was still nibbling her ear and that his whole body was tense. Dots of light dominated his field of vision, just as the thick white liquid he was painting her insides with dominated Siena’s womb.

John’s orgasm started to weaken when Siena’s devilish cunt gripped and milked him for all he had. He came. He came and all he heard was her shouting, “MORE!” while her overflowing pussy juices created a wet spot under her. Of no mind to disobey, John just kept cumming and cumming. For a solid three minutes, his balls kept tightening, and his mind remained at the height of pleasure. Synapses fried, his eyes rolled up, and he groaned into her ear with each new spurt.

Finally, they came to a moment of sense lasting long enough to end the continuation of the synapse-frying orgasms. The pleasure waned to handleable levels, her pussy only milked what was normal for him to give. After another minute, John let out a relieved breath. He was still on top of her, in the middle of a mattress that now had a V-shape.