Collide Gamer

John knelt down in the cushions behind Nahua. Taking hold of his cock, he rubbed the engorged glans against the ready slit. After he had found the proper angle, he pushed forwards.

‘Oh sweet Jesus,’ he thought, while a deep groan escaped him. Nahua’s cunt was every bit as tight as her throat. Penetrating her was simultaneously nearly impossible and way too easy. The walls actively reshaped themselves in front and around his cock, flowing like that of a slime girl while maintaining the heat and twitching nature of flesh. It was not quite as irregular as Siena’s semen-draining cunt, but it got close.

“Gorgeous,” Rave purred, holding Nahua’s face between her hands.

John could only agree. Using a hovering Ego Blade as his alternative viewpoint, he got the complete view of Nahua’s features. Agape, her low jaw twitched from screams unvocalized. Her tongue protruded slightly from her full lips. Her features glistened with sweat and, on the lower half, the mixture of semen and the saliva of the first and the newest of the harem. Hair stuck to her forehead, the crossed bangs turned into a total mess that framed her rolling eyes.

On the other end, John got a view that he categorized as just slightly below a woman’s face. Nahua’s rear was presented in its full roundness. It was obscene that a woman this short could have hips this round and an ass this full and firm. Obscene and utterly wonderful. With Rave’s hands removed, it was John’s turn to give that derriere a smack and watch the ripples go through the overabundant meat.

The shifting walls clenched for a brief moment, then relaxed enough that John could keep on advancing. Nahua’s cunt just kept on gripping him, while also sucking him deeper into her. Stuck in a gorgeous cycle of climaxes, she could have been no more enticing a trap for a hot-blooded male.

John refused to just go with the flow. As much as he was being pulled inside her, he was not the one getting proverbially devoured in this situation. Grabbing the short tribal woman by the waist, he slammed the rest of the way into her on his terms. The sudden impact stirred her vocal cords into motion, causing a scream of ecstasy to bounce around the long chamber.

Another smack to her rear was too much for the demigoddess to handle. Squirting all over again, she proved herself every bit the submissive masochist John had intuited she was. Not just the average harem-grade version either. He proved that to himself and everyone by moving his hands from her back to her neck. Placing his own, large palms over the handprints left by his women, he felt the crumbly texture of body paint as he squeezed her neck. He grabbed her with all of his strength. She was a sturdy thing, certainly sturdy enough to endure what he would do to Eliana or Ehtra – and every bit as masochistic as those two pain-loving sex toys.

Squeezing her neck made her cunt squeeze his cock in double the measure. John had to force his way in and out. Usually that would have been incredibly inadvisable. Hell, even here he first did it with immense caution. Masochists enjoyed pain inflicted by loved ones, but even that was limited to certain kinds of pain – at least in the degree of the kink that John enjoyed to exploit.

Nahua’s insides were utterly drenched. He slipped back and forth, despite the force of his motion, without doing any harm to her. The more he repeated the motion, the more she seemed to desire it and the more her insides reshaped to allow him to assert his physical dominance over her hole in perpetuity.

Each time he plunged into her depths, the ripple went up her juicy ass. Her concave spine bent a little further when her hips were driven forwards. Her head was kept in place by the intense grip he had on her windpipe. When he pulled his hips back, the tightness dragged her along for half the motion, before he hammered into her all over again.

What sorry remains of thought still swam around inside Nahua dissolved into the singular word Rave had whispered into her earlier. Before long, not even that word remained, just the concept of the cock that was hammering her tight cunt relentlessly.

John had gotten the quick shots out of his system. Now he was in some kind of trance, a natural kind of high that came along just the right level of exertion in a deeply enjoyable activity. Sex could not be described as anything else. Sex with a new haremette – or all the ones he already had.

“Alright, the new set of holes has gotten my dedicated attention long enough,” the Master in the room spoke over the constant ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ of his groin smacking against the cushion of a heart-shaped ass. Adjusting his grip, he pulled her against his chest, pinning her against his pectorals by the neck. His left hand wandered down between her legs and rubbed her clit with rapid motions. “Time to show you exactly what it means to be part of my harem,” he grunted into her ear, then turned to everyone else. “Time to make this a proper orgy!”

The 22 women that surrounded the pile of expensive pillows were immediately upon him and each other. One moment they stood there, the next they were all writhing. Most chose to engage in a sapphic entanglement with whoever was closest. It was pure intuition on who got to crawl up to John first.

“Gonna see ya later, tiger,” Rave purred playfully and joined the greater orgy. Her prime viewing position was immediately taken over by Metra. No one would have guessed the berserker nature of the blonde wolf woman by the way she approached – her face devoid of any emotions besides desire. The only thing covering an inch of her caramel complexion was a thick leather collar.

“I was just thinking I wanted someone to kiss,” John told the blonde, who wordlessly and eagerly moved up to him. Grabbing her, he pulled the ancient weapon turned willing sex slave into a strong hug. Nahua was stuck between two considerably taller people, getting her pussy pounded from behind while they made out above her.

“Me too, Master?!” Claire popped up next to him, pleading as much as her obsessive nature made her demand. The smack on her rear was no reprimand, as much John intended it to be. The vampire maid just shouted in delight at her white ass getting abused by him. Since she was incorrigible anyway, there was no harm in letting her into the kiss, making it a three-way affair.

Nahua’s clit was still the target of constant stimulation. It was still John’s doing, at least in the sense that it was happening on his authority. While his hands were busy kneading the plump and toned butts of maid and sex slave, the maid and sex slave were groping Nahua in his stead. For all that they did to her, it remained the constant thrusts by John that had the axolotl woman moan and silently scream with each new peak in her chain of orgasms.

Just squeezing their asses soon became too little to slake John’s thirst for watching women, his women especially, melt from pleasure. His fingers found their holes, curled inside, and just like that set them off. Both were horny beyond reason from watching him dominate another new haremette. As much as everyone knew that there should be a limit to the size of this group, none could deny just how hot it was to see it grow.

Feeling their sensitive pussies twitch around his invading digits got John swiftly to the edge of his next orgasm. The liberty he had in cumming endlessly was only held back by the pride he had in his performance, and considering the state that Nahua and the entire room was in… yes, John was quite certain he had earned this release.

Nahua had nowhere to go. Head buried in the petite chest of Metra, the axolotl woman grasped whatever her hands could reach. The thighs and asses of Metra and Claire were where they came to rest, as John thrust deep into the incredibly tight cunt of the semen glutton one more time and unloaded.

A series of debased, throaty grunt was all Nahua could produce. To John’s eyes, the short tribal woman was a head of white hair and brown shoulders stuck between him and the wolf woman that threw her head back during her own climax. He did not need to see more. His eyesight was swimming anyhow, diminished by the pure ecstasy of filling up the demigoddess.

It was John’s norm to know that the hole he was pumping full WANTED to be pumped full. That went from the objectifying figurative sense of a submissive begging for his seed to the very physical reality of his cock getting squeezed by the writhing walls. Even for him, the manifestation of the latter with Nahua was intense. Like her throat before, her cunt was doing everything to not just wring every drop he had out of him but to stimulate him in ways that kept him cumming. It was different to Siena’s hellishly pleasurable hole in the simple and desperate honesty that Nahua’s walls were undulating. One was akin to a food critic continuously demanding more, the other was a starving beggar thankful and yet desperate for every crumb.

And Nahua’s body was more than thankful for the seed. She almost went limp from the orgasmic overload. Had it not been for her immense Endurance, John had no doubt that the former asexual would have collapsed like various other women had when he had first had his way with them. Lee, Lorelei, even Ehtra, all hadn’t managed to last this long.

To be fair to them, they each had their defloration in a solo engagement. Nahua was kept up by the raw sexual energy in the room. Once John stopped pounding her, she would doubtlessly shut down like an overheated laptop.

Metra and Claire kept kissing John until he stopped fingering them. “Time to make some space for the others,” he whispered to them. Giving that tomboyish grin, the wolf woman backed away immediately. Claire needed an extra kiss to be persuaded.

“Me, me!” Sylph was already in position to be tied into John’s plans next. The energetic air spirit lay on her back, arms and legs spread wide in an anticipating hug.

Spinning Nahua around, John placed the tribal woman in the arms of one of the few people around shorter than her. The difference was minute, putting the two pussy to pussy and lips to lips, a fact that Sylph immediately exploited to get kisses.

John took advantage of the situation in a similar fashion. Gliding out of Nahua, he activated Master Stud, then penetrated air spirit and demigoddess simultaneously. Pounding the shorties into the pillows to the constant moans and wet noises of the surrounding lesbian orgy was beyond fantastic.

On his own whim, as was his right as the dom in the room, he broke the position. Sylph was left spasming on the ground, thoroughly fucked, while Nahua was dragged along to be intimately introduced to the next woman.

John turned left and caught Lydia’s gaze by coincidence. That was all the communication the two of them needed for the queen to pull away from the entanglement of Nightingale and Rave that she was a part of and instead get on her knees. Within three seconds, John’s cock was between the lips of her and Nahua.

The hungry cumslut was every bit as eager to get more of his taste as she was to learn how every last haremette’s kisses tasted. One, then the other, then together, they worshipped his cock. Lydia chuckled at it when she observed Nahua serving. The demigoddess was piloted entirely by instinct and what a cocksucking instinct that was. Mimicking the way Rave had handled her earlier, the newest haremette was bobbing in long and deep motions.

When Lydia had her fill of getting her throat stretched, at least for the time being, Hailey smoothly wiggled her way onto the scene. Hugging John from behind, she drawled into his ear, “How about ya lay down so I can serve ya, purrdy man?”

Hailey’s service took the shape of sitting on his face while Nahua rode his cock. A lesser dom would have considered that a service given, not received. They did not understand how delightful it was to put his tongue into action to make his Hailey purr. The country gal made out with the tribal woman throughout the whole process.

After some minutes, the country gal surrendered the position to Lorelei. John did not mind being used as the seat for another shapely rear, especially not with Nahua still bouncing on his cock. Even if her sexual experience was limited, Nahua had been in the room many times while he had pounded his haremettes during the Yucatan expedition. She knew what he liked. That knowledge harmonized with her desire for more.

After Lorelei, Momo tried to take her turn. The submissive fairy was trumped by Siena and made to wait. It was not to the maid’s actual disliking. Rather than stand there impatiently, Momo got to kneel by their side, Siena’s tail loosely wrapped around her neck, and masturbate. John eagerly lapped at the fat mons between the even fatter, firm ass of the pseudo-succubus.

Siena and Nahua had a wonderfully sloppy make out session while he made both of them climax repeatedly. The shadow spirit used her own absurdly long tongue to full effect, teaching Nahua a few tricks – even if it was doubtful that she would actively remember them when she was allowed to leave this haze.

Using his tongue expertly, John made Siena climax one more time. Satisfied and still shaking a little, the shadow spirit moved off his face and pulled Momo over.

John dove into the task of eating out the fairy with immense vigour. Always, he enjoyed dragging his tongue through the smooth lower lips of his women. Shape, colour, or taste, it hardly mattered which of his individual haremettes he had before him, he would gladly penetrate them as deep as his tongue reached.

Momo, however, he owed a couple of hours of face sitting and he was going to make good at it – even more than she could handle. Once, Momo tried to get up, thinking her time was done, but John kept her seated with his hands on her thick thighs. She was on top, but she was never in charge and he continued to lap up her orgasmic juices until the overflow of pleasure nearly made her topple over.

In truth, John would have continued to eat her out even in that state, but his own next orgasm was approaching. Nahua was relentless, her hunger only trumped by his ability to deliver. Even when her motions were sluggish from the heights of bliss she was going through, her walls kept on massaging him while he was inside her.

Hips bucking, he spurted a second load into her depths. So much did she milk from him, that the skin under the Lover’s Will mark mildly bulged from the inflation of her womb. Spurt for spurt, he gave her more, and she made a mess of his groin by once again squirting all over it. A normal sight in John Newman’s harem and not one he would tire of.

After he calmed, he was still hard inside her. ‘Alright, change of pace,’ he thought. Momo was almost thankful when she got to get off his face – almost. She wouldn’t have said no to another hour or ten of the treatment either.

Alas, John still had many haremettes that deserved a close meeting with the new member.

Lifting her up, John carried Nahua over to where Gnome, Undine and Eliana were mutually masturbating one another. Something snapped inside the season elemental once he got that close. Knowing no shame, the brunette got in front of him and dragged her tongue over nearly every inch of Nahua’s body. Only the parts where the bodypaint’s blurred remains still stuck around, Gnome avoided.

“Fuck, the slut is so fucking into that!” Eliana commented.

“Why would she not be?” Undine moaned, before joining the leader of the elementals in the task.

“…Fuck!” Eliana cussed, for whatever reason, then followed suit.

John was on his knees, torso upright, and held Nahua by the hips. The only reason why the demigoddess’ shoulders were above her waist was the pretty little psycho that was making out with her. Nahua and Eliana’s hands were locked, the two pushing against each other with aroused intensity, while Gnome and Undine moved around the two, licking nipples, clit, and whatever else they fancied.

Craving more direct involvement after a while, John had the three women lie down on their backs. Then, just as he had done with Sylph earlier, he fucked their cunts alongside Nahua’s. Eliana was first, both the hyper-masochistic submissives getting their thoughts choked out. Undine was second, a simple pounding that had the toned slime lady rippled. Gnome was kept for last, maxing out her voyeuristic desires and then exploiting them to make her squirt over and over again.

“A break, my patriarch?” Nightingale suggested, just as he was done with that trio.

Drenched in sweat, his own and others’, John gave that a strong nod. The soft touch of feathers moved him to a particularly large cushion. He was seated and Nightingale took the lead. A beckoning wave also moved Lu Zhi into the mix.

The Heavenly Jade Empress took the centre position, Nightingale to her left and Nahua to her right. A demigoddess, a human that was practically a goddess, and an actual goddess all came together sucking his cock – repeatedly. John leaned back into Beatrice’s embrace. The passive maid massaged his shoulders, loosening his muscles with expert hands and just a little bit of electricity. All the while his cock was passed between greedy lips and worshipped all over by monstrously long tongues.

Nahua’s already messy state was the most erotic kind of filthy afterwards. There was barely a spark of sapience left in her green eyes and what was still there loved every second of it. Her hair was heavy, her skin made messy all over by the sexual fluids and running body paint.

They were still not done. For her massage, Beatrice got the honour of getting pounded in Nahua’s stead for a bit. Of course, the demigoddess was not kept without pleasure. Beatrice’s own long and pointy tongue was tasting the depths of Nahua’s pussy and all of the cum stored inside. A taste her lower lips got to enjoy as well, as John came for the fifth time during the orgy.

Salamander and Nathalia descended on the demigoddess as soon as the cum-fuelled orgasm made Beatrice collapse into a proverbial puddle. The two fiery women grinned, one aggressively, the other haughtily, and introduced the demigoddess to the depth of their cleavages. Invigorated by his rest, John took charge of that situation. While his cock was back inside the, somehow still completely tight, cunt of the demigoddess, his fingers were fucking volcano goddess and apocalypse elemental.

It was amusing to see Nahua so totally buried in the two pairs of enormous tits. On pure instinct, Nahua groped, squeezed, and licked the hot, massive mammaries. When they pulled back, Salamander and Nathalia only did it to get their own taste of Nahua’s lips. They, like everyone else, came to love the sweet taste of hers swiftly, so delightfully close to peaches.

Nahua had had little contact with Nia before. A fact that gave John some worry. Worry that was unfounded. If the demigoddess had any instinctive repulsion to the pariah, she was too cock drunk to care. The platinum blonde got to make out with Nahua like all the others and even scratched the adorable axolotl gills behind the pointy ears.

Suddenly taking Lee by the shoulders, Nia pulled her best friend closer. “Sit on her face.”

“W-why?” Lee stammered, overwhelmed.

“It would be hot.”

“She’s right, you know,” John agreed.

And with that any resistance Lee had was broken. The gamer girl straddled the face of the newest haremette. John treated himself to a taste of the dark-haired young woman, enjoying the minty sweetness of her mouth alongside the moans the erratic service of the thoroughly pounded, deflowered demigoddess created.

The moans only grew more intense once John made Lee lower her head all the way to where he was joined with Nahua. Lee knew what to do, licking the clit while he hammered the short woman’s depths. The taste of his cum was one reason why Lee moaned even louder. The other was that Nia joined Nahua in eating out the gamer girl.

“Let’s switch!” Lee stated suddenly.

“Okay,” Nia agreed without hesitation. Latest content published on novel-fire.ɴet

John did not complain whatsoever over a different tongue working Nahua’s clit. The sight of the pale, lithe body of the blonde was as wonderful as ever. Her slender legs and modest behind were a break from his usual type and that made it all the more alluring to look at – especially with all the lewd noises coming from Lee and Nahua making out with each other as much as they were eating out the blank.

It was too much for John. Pulling out at the last second, he came between Nahua’s cunt and Nia’s lips. His cum spurted all over the demigoddess’ midriff.

“She would make for a fine maid,” Aclysia commented on the scene.

“With some training, maybe,” Ehtra sneered.

“Pshh, she can probably clean better than you,” Delicia mocked.

“All three of you should clean her,” John ordered.

“””Yes, Master!””” The three maids immediately fell into the same tone, left starved of his touch for too long to present any playful front. Crawling over in a haste, they took over from Lee and Nia and cleaned the new haremette with their tongues. All the cum that was on her midriff was devoured in a matter of minutes. Merciful, they shared what they gathered in a steady storm of kisses.

For a moment, John’s brain returned to prime instinct. The gathered sights were too much and he ploughed Nahua from above. Her round ass and jiggling thighs were his pillows while he hammered her hard. The three maids hugged him, pressing huge and medium sized tits against his back, cooing encouraging words into his ear. Just watching him break in a new servant was enough for them to be happy for the time being.

John wanted them to have more than the minimum. As soon as he snapped out of the base instinct, he had the three line up in a row standing, hands on the wall and asses pushed out. Aclysia first, he placed Nahua between her spread legs and fucked the axolotl woman while eating out the first maid. Once Aclysia had climaxed a couple of times, he did the same for Delicia, then Ehtra.

For the sixth time, John came. This time he filled Nahua’s pussy again. Insatiable, her insides were sucking the semen from him with every convulsion. John wanted it just like that. The bloating was gone, undone by Nahua’s greedy body and Beatrice’s tasting, but he still pumped her plenty full for the three maids to have a nice time eating her out afterwards.

John would have fucked her face while the three maids licked her. However, while he had plenty left in the tank in motivation and endurance, Nahua was reaching the limits of what she could go through for her first time. ‘Only one left to introduce her to anyway,’ the Gamer thought and picked the demigoddess up.

Rave was waiting for him, the last haremette Nahua had yet to be fucked side by side with on top of her. Scarlett’s usual attitude had been melted away by waiting and by Rave’s apt hands. When he put Nahua down on top of the redhead, both of the submissives began kissing in the most sluggish, blissed out manner possible.

“What did you do to her?” John asked in an amused tone.

“Ya know, orgasm denial followed by five minutes of full power vibrator, followed by orgasm denial, and repeat,” his first fiancée reported with a wide grin. “The usual.”

“I really do love – you!” John stated and thrust into both women. It was a simple and straightforward affair. A heavy, fast, and uncontrolled pounding. John was racing towards a last orgasm, a dual filling for the two to give Nahua a perfect finale to the loss of her virginity.

It took almost five full minutes. Even trying his utmost to cum as quickly as possible, he could not do it any faster. Scarlett was still capable of screaming when his cocks twitched inside them. Nahua barely managed a loud moan.

Knowing that this was the last one for Nahua made the orgasm all the better for John. All of the pleasure of the past hour, or however long it had been, found a last hurrah in the cunts of the redhead and the tribal woman. All of his muscles tensed just like the clenching folds. He came and came, giving them both everything they wanted and more.

Then, finally, he pulled out and fell backwards into the cushions. His field of view was swirling. Even the pause Nightingale had offered him could have scarcely been called a pause in the sexual sense. His cock went to half-mast, given the chance to deflate for a moment.

Regulating his breathing manually, John just remained there for a bit. He closed his eyes and listened to the moans of the remaining women. Some of his harem he had pounded quite thoroughly already but most were only satisfied not blissed out of motor control. This was the kind of orgy that called for the latter being the norm.

When he opened his eyes, Rave was bowing over him. “You done for the night?” she asked, genuinely not knowing his response. Living rent free in his head did not give her all the answers all the time.

John grinned. “Not even close.” He sat up and checked on Nahua. As he had predicted, the demigoddess was out cold. Scarlett was twitching from aftershocks next to her. The redhead he would take for another round before the night was over.

And it was going to be a wonderfully long night.