"Evelyn"
Uttering the dragon woman's name immediately grabbed her attention. She slipped off her seat at the table, then crawled past her fellow sex slaves to the foot of his throne. Eagerly, she parted her lips, ready to take his cock into her throat. She only stopped because he grabbed her horn, locking her in place with his superior strength.
"I didn't give you an order yet," he chided her.
"Sorry, Master, I couldn't stand seeing your superior cock without a proper sheathe." She batted her lashes in apology, even while a haughty smirk remained on her lips. It diminished only when he held her there without pause. "I mean it. A man like you… no - You, only you, my perfect man, should only ever have an attended erection."
Alex was split between calling her a good girl and further scolding her for her assumptions. 'Best to stay enigmatic,' he resolved and said nothing about this. Evelyn would be Evelyn whatever he said - he loved her in her pride and her submission. "Use your cunt."
"Oh? As you command, my Master," Evelyn purred. She pulled herself up by his leg. She was a tall, athletic woman, yet her fingers seemed thin, even delicate, on the backdrop of his titanic thigh. Already dripping wet, she stood between his parted legs.
One knee then the other was placed on the broad seat of the cushioned throne. She straddled him, put her hands on his broad shoulders and squished her large tits against his chest. Alex beheld her deeply aroused expression, the burning fire of lust in her brown eyes, and her shapely ass behind her head.
"Thank you for this seat of hon-nour!" Evelyn's cooed words ended in a loud cry. Alex matched it with a prolonged groan. The engorged head of his cock was enveloped by the heat of swollen labia, soon replaced by the tightness of the folds beyond. "Oh this will pump so many dragons into me," the horned tomboy whispered dreamily, before pressing a series of kisses up his neck. "None but you deserve this woman, Master."
Alex growled animalistically. 'I can't believe I am this lucky,' he thought. One woman like that would have made every man happy for life. There were 15 more tomboys in the room, each of them different, each of them unified in the arousal that slickened their pussies as they watched. Alex could practically smell the rising heat.
Large hands grasped Evelyn by the roundest parts of her ass. The dragoness cried out in exhibitionistic delight as he stood up. Her cunt squeezed him, his cock fully sheathed until he took his first step.
"Ah!" Evelyn moaned, proudly proclaiming the pleasure she felt as he was made to bounce. "AH!" Her legs closed around his waist on the second step. "AH, YES!" She hung loosely from his neck, her head tilted back so all could see the subservience written all over her face. "Master! You're the best, Master!"
"Don't inflate my ego so much," he said, between joke and request. His voice, honed to perfection over his days on this island, made the woman around squirm.
The one sentence broke the seal on their stillness. The less submissive began to touch themselves, to rub their clits and flick their nipples. The more submissive were quiet, lower lips drooling over their seats. All craned their neck, following his steps towards the exit like a herd of cats did a moving target.
Once in the doorframe, he said a single word. "Follow."
The women scrambled to follow his command. No orderly queue was this, no highly disciplined force of sex slaves, but a bunch of tomboys living out their submissive fantasies. They wrangled and wrestled, trying to get to the front of the queue, playfully biting and bumping, erotically teasing and whispering, all while they went after him.
Alex followed the gentle chaos behind him with a wide smirk. If he had wanted to, he absolutely could have ordered them to follow in a proper row, but why not let them compete? They were athletes, they needed the exercise. Some walked, some jogged, some crawled, one marked his trail with her dripping juices.
Facing the way ahead was unnecessary. Alex knew the way to the bedroom by instinct. He had spent some time walking around the tree and his spatial memory was among his most finely honed skills.
The only reason to face forward again was to put his hand on the back of Evelyn's head and pull her into a kiss. The dragon tomboy's mouth was wide open, her tongue extended to greet him ecstatically. She was gasping and moaning, scarcely making anything that sounded even like a vowel anymore.
Her eyes rolled up while they climbed the first staircase. "Careful, slippery," Alex joked, while squirted pussy juices fell from their joined sexes. The parts of the chaotic crowd close enough to hear chuckles. Evelyn's toes curled. Her mouth was conquered again by her Master's tongue in short order.
He made out with her the entire trip up to the bedroom. The enormous chamber was basked in twilight, illumination coming only from softly gleaming crystals in this dark night. An occasional crack of thunder would closely follow flashes of light muted by the amber roof and the branches around. Rain pleasantly met the glass-like cover.
Alex stopped two steps into the bedroom. His fingers sunk deeper into Evelyn's ass. His feet were still, allowing his hips to swing with that much more force. The clapping of his groin against her thighs filled the chamber with itself and the moans of the voyeurs. Tomboy by tomboy, his harem poured into the room, scattering out in a loose circle around him.
Selana was the first to tilt back, putting her shoulders on the white mattress and her hips high into the air. Thick thighs trembled as she feverishly masturbated to the sight of Alex continuing to pound Evelyn's brains out. One after another, the rest of the harem assumed the same pose, following the example of the natural sex slave.
"Master!" "Massstah!" "Masterrrrr!" The harem cried out in many voices, while presenting the many holes he owned to him. They all masturbated, chasing the pleasure that made Evelyn's tongue loll out. It was like he was the centre of a sinful flower and all of them were his petals.
Alex accelerated for the final sprint. Evelyn was only loosely holding onto him now, trusting the strength of his arm to keep her up while she was made to bounce. She was a drooling, cross-eyed mess. Then, she went as rigid as his cock was.
Seed spurted into the fit female's depths. Alex clenched his teeth, indulging the triumphant sensation of filling up a woman of her calibre and keeping the balance of his feet. Evelyn was soaking his manhood with her gushing juices.
'That was the appetizer.' Alex carefully lowered the gold medalist to the ground. He pulled out of her once her contracting cunt allowed. 'What a choice,' he thought as he looked around. In every direction, there were raised hips and spread pussies.
Alex basked in the moans and the sight for only a few seconds. His appetite for sex was immense, his entire body was used to this routine now. It was as if the setting sun was the signal for his brain to flood his entire system with every last arousing chemical it had to offer.
His eyes got stuck on Sofia. The fencer had been with him for the entire day. He had pumped several loads in her mouth and pussy already. 'More,' was the simple, intrusive thought. 'Good girls deserve more of their Master's cum.'
Sofia's fingers stopped deep inside her when he grabbed her by the ankle. Her hips quivered, her pussy juice gushed. "Thank you, Master!" she cried out in veneration and bliss. An orgasm was visibly travelling up and down her nervous system. She spasmed, while he dragged her in front of him like a caveman. One of their number chosen, the surrounding harem (bar Evelyn, who was busy twitching) lowered their hips, so they could continue masturbating while seeing what their Master did.
"Mouth open," he ordered Sofia.
"Yesh, Mashtahr!" she slurred, her lips parting wide. Another shudder went through her. Obedience to the voice of an incubus was always rewarded.
Alex took in the view. Sofia had always been a Baltic beauty, but the days on the island had transformed her in some literal and figurative ways. Her hair had grown longer, her breasts had become larger, but both of those changes were mild compared to the glow she had now. Their relationship wasn't just a fantasy realized for him - Sofia had been enough of a pervert that she had actually wanted this. Becoming a submissive in a harem full of gorgeous women to the man she loved… any signs of stress to her had melted away and left behind a brunette beyond gorgeous.
The man of the island kissed the mark on her womb. It flared pink in response to his touch, retaining the colour as he dragged his tongue over her flat midriff. He tasted only the faint sweetness of a well-maintained and clean woman. The little peaks and valleys of her stomach shifted.
Her hard nipples were the first stop on his journey. Drawing tight circles around them with his tongue, he caused the fencer to sigh out in pleasure. She relaxed entirely under his caress, trusting him with everything.
Between her legs, her own fingers were replaced with his. "Sho thick," she gasped. He pressed his middle two digits into her wet cunt. Fingers soaked in overflowing honey pushed in and out of her at a steady pace.
The gentle kisses upon her breasts took on a more sadistic character. He sucked on the crowns of her small chest, then bit just strong enough to leave little indents around her areola. Her hips twitched off the ground, grinding into his palm.
"Mohre, pleashe," she slurred, her mouth still kept obediently wide open. Those parted lips were Alex's ultimate destination. He left her nipples behind with a parting lick, kissed his way up her slender neck, all to finally arrive at her panting mouth. "Mashtahr… love you!"
"I love you too," Alex returned in a rough, captivating tone. The sex slave shivered wantonly well before he made good on his claim to her lips.
It could hardly be called a kiss. The sloppy surrender of her tongue to her Master was a display of immediate submission. Her walls were unguarded, all doors thrown wide open, and the red carpet rolled out for him. Just tasting his spit seemed to drive her mad with lust.
Alex kept her pinned not with the force of his arm but the force of his presence. Bunching up the sheets with her quivering hands, Sofia was the receptacle for all of his desires. She twitched, gasped, moaned, all of it clearly audible. Their lips were no tight seal, they were no seal at all. The surrounding harem all witnessed the whirling of their tongues.
Alex moved his head slightly, bending down to her ear to whisper four words. "Cum for me, slave."
The aphrodisiac of his voice seeped straight into her submissive brain. Her cunt contracted around his fingers, which sped up for the crescendo. An orgasm triggered by obedience reached a further zenith through the expert use of his fingers. Her hips shot up into the air. Sexual juices squirted from her cunt, breaking on his wrist, and raining down on the sheets beneath her wide hips.
"Aahhhh… ah!...Ah, yesh!" Sofia pushed out lustful sighs and moans. Her hips quivered in midair, lowering slightly only to rise back up by another spasm. Slowly, very slowly, her hips approached the floor, only settling when her orgasm had finally faded fully.
Alex felt the precum drip from his cock. "Remind me, Sofia, what are you?"
"Your sex slave, Master," she answered readily, voice still heated from her recent release. "My every hole is yours to use."
"Show me."
The brunette trembled in delight at the order, then turned onto all fours. Her right arm reached back, finding the left cheek of her shapely ass and spreading her wet pussy. Her thumb teased the puckered hole above. "Every hole, in every way you want, Master," the sex slave cooed, a gentle and yet so depraved smile on her lips.
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A hand on her waist kept Sofia steady. She bit her lower lip. Beneath his fingers, Alex felt the tiny trembles of anticipation. The head of his cock kissed the lower lips of the submissive sleeve, then put her to her intended use. Her pussy stretched around his manhood, like it had been stretched many times before that day.
"How do you like being filled up with your Master's cock?"
"It's my second favourite feeling in the world," Sofia moaned, her half-lidded gaze burning with lust. "Surpassed only by being filled with your cum, Master. Ah!" The twitch of his cock inside her made the sensitive sex slave swoon. "So hard…"
"Such a naughty woman." Alex grasped her hair, wrapping the long strands around his hand. There was no greater rein than this. Head tilting back in obedience to the pull, Sofia moaned loud. Her pussy grasped him tighter. "Do you love the pain?"
"I love everything you give me, Master," she sighed happily.
Alex could not help himself, speaking in a soft voice. "Such a good girl."
Like those words, Alex's first thrusts were tender. The hot walls around him only reluctantly relinquished their grip. He had to fight for every bit of him that retreated, then had to fight for every bit of him that slipped back inside.
As she moaned, the chorus of masturbating tomboys responded in kind. Evelyn had returned to enough sanity to join them, fingering her gaping cunt and sucking the mixture of cum and pussy juices off her digits. The group moved in a harmonious rhythm, their actions synchronized with the speed of Alex's thrusts. As his pace quickened, so did their fingers.
Every passing moment was another reminder of how much he loved each and every one of them. Wherever his eyes went, he found women who had conquered his heart. He would do everything to protect them, from the erotic messes that they were in submission to the comrades in exploration that they were outside this tree.
Alex groaned loudly, lending his voice to the symphony of ecstasy. Hearing him made them all the louder. "Master…" "Oh, Master." "Master, oh yes," they cooed. They all sounded so different, each set of vocal cords intertwining to form an individually gorgeous voice. They all sounded so similar, all of them so horny and loving.
"Master! Oh, Master, yes, use…" She gasped for air. "... use your sex slave as you desire!" Sofia's screams were by far the loudest. "Oh… Yes!" Her proclamations of love became short, choppy. "I love… you… love… Master… so much… yes!" Sofia's spine arched, her head flying back as she screamed out.
What his fingers had done, his cock superseded easily. Being filled and stretched by his manhood triggered in the submissive a pleasure so much deeper. Her folds tightened up all around him, forcing him to stay inside and endure the massage of her folds. 'There are much worse fates,' Alex thought, eyes closed, and dwelled in the heat of her female flesh.
The chorus of erotic voices reached a crescendo. Sofia's climax was taken by the others to reach the same height of bliss. Selana's shameless scream, Niara's subtle panting, Charlotte's heated moans, no two of the tomboys were quite alike in how they sounded in the throes of passion.
Alex's eyes flew open again. He stared at a wet cunt, then the rest of the redhead. "You." He raised an arm, the hot arm moving over his skin. The extended finger pointed at the tanned skin of the set of holes.
Green eyes widened, pointy ears twitched, and a long sigh of pleasure left the red lips of the tomboy when she realized she had his attention. "Master, I await your instructions!" Jane's fingers spread her pussy for his viewing pleasure, the folds twitching still from her ongoing orgasm. The usually so stern woman was gleefully awaiting his words.
"To my side." His words were like the irresistible pull of a magnet to her. The tanned elf crawled with the smoothness of flowing mercury. Fantastical powers surged through all of them and though her changes were less overt than others on the outside, she was deeply changed all the same.
The awakening he had brought and was still bringing to her sexuality, that was entirely her. That growing delight she took in submission, the glee with which she pressed herself against him, that was how man and tomboy were meant to be.
"Master, your cock is perfection, filling me completely. I am yours, body and soul. Please, continue to use me," Sofia gasped, finding her voice again as her orgasm abated. Her ass gyrated in small circles, massaging him without claiming the right to move without his permission.
Alex's grip on her hair remained gentle yet firm. When he resumed his motions, he did so at a tender, rhythmic pace. He savoured her contented sighs, the purrs that reverberated from her throat. "Listening to you is like listening to a perfectly maintained engine," the pilot said.
"Such a male compliment," Jane joked. "Oh Master, I am yours!" she sighed when he grasped her ass. Though different, the two tones had more in common than not. Both were spoken intimately, one as a friend, one as a willing sex slave. "Finger me, if it pleases you."
"It does," he responded in a low rumble. Two of his thick fingers pressed into Jane's cunt. What her own digits had done had no impact on how tight she felt to him. "I want to break you, my lovely toy."
"I cherish the privilege," Jane moaned. "Do with me as you will."
Alex basked in the dual sensations of the elf's body nuzzled against his large frame and the rhythmic smacking of Sofia's ass against his groin. "Keep the pace," he ordered the brunette, who sighed her lustful agreement.
Jane vibrated, her vast patience strained by the delay he put on her. What was he going to do to her? The question must have bounced inside her skull endlessly. Her honeypot dripped around his fingers. He worked her slowly, teasing her as he prepared himself for the erotic joy he was about to witness.
Mouth lowered to her pointy ear, he whispered his instructions. "I will count down from any number of my choosing. Each and every time I hit 0, you will cum. You will climax again and again, harder and harder, until my fingers leave your cunt. Understood?"
"Understood, Master!" Jane's voice was atypically loud and sharp. Her arms wrapped around his midriff, steadying herself for the debauchery about to claim her.
"10… 9… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…" He lingered on the final number, listened closely to Jane's trembling breaths. Her body was strained, all nerves poised the moment he said… "...0."
The first orgasm was a mere initial spark. Jane's eyelids fluttered, her lips parted in an erotic purr, her body trembled but remained put. "Your…mhm, voice in my ears, is so gorgeous," she whispered.
Alex let her ride out the gentle pleasure, focusing instead on meeting the swing of Sofia's hips with his own. Rippling, the bubble butt took every impact. Adjacency to him playing with another sex slave elevated her delight, proven by every cry from the cocksleeve's lips.
"9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1...." Alex returned to the countdown, cutting it down just one number. Having relaxed past her aftershocks, Jane tensed up again. "0."
The second orgasm was building on the first. Felt pleasure had faded, but she was still sensitive, her body accustomed to and craving for more. Her nostrils flared, taking in her Master's scent deeply, letting it dominate her senses. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, working in and out of her hole. "I'm all yours, Alex!" she pushed out a forceful, breathless plea. "Elves are meant to be sex slaves, train me, break me!"
A rush of power made Alex's skin tingle all over. "Faster, Sofia," he demanded, then groaned loudly. Obliging faster than she could think, the erotically wailing fencer moved her entire body back and forth. Athletic curves trained in the dueling arts were all put in the service of providing pleasurable friction to her Master's sword. "God, you were made to be a sheathe!"
"Yes, Ma-ah-ster, I was plac-sssss-ed on this wo-Oh!-rld to be your sheathe!" Sofia cried out, voice and cunt dripping in the bliss of her position. Mindfully obedient, she kept throwing her bouncy butt back. All around them, the chorus of tomboys' moans declared their agreement and own submission.
Jane's orgasm had calmed to the petering out of her aftershocks. It was the perfect time to escalate further. "7…6…5…4…3…2…1…0!" For a confused second Jane was silent. Although her thinking mind reeled from the lack of a teasing pause, her soul reverberated from his devilish voice all the same.
Her thighs tensed. Her body grinded up against his, then collapsed like a cresting wave. Her breathing hitched, her eyes turned glassy, she dragged her tongue over his muscles to add his taste to his scent.
"5-4-3-2-1…" Alex counted down faster, shaved another two numbers off the chain. Jane barely had been delivered from climax to aftershocks, when he spoke the one word that mattered. "0."
"MAA-AAAAAAAAAH-SHTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHR!" The redhead's eyes flew wide open. Her pussy was now gushing, the force of the climax making her convulse all over.
"Sofia, faster!" Alex ordered again. No words could be formulated by the brunette. Her tongue lolled out as her hips turned into a blur. What his voice was doing to Jane, his cock was doing thrice over to Sofia. Her pussy was not merely gushing, she was squirting her brains out on every other impact. "4-3-2-1-0!"
Residual pleasure from two orgasms mingled with the crest of a third. Jane's body rippled with delight, her breathing choppy and audible. Every inhale was a desperate gasp for air, to prolong her consciousness and the bliss of her obedience.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
SLICK! SLICK! SLICK! SLICK!
The room was singing with the grand bliss of the harem. United chasing of synchronized orgasms was replaced with every woman for herself. After all, there was no way for the fingers of any haremette to bring her the same, uninterrupted release that Jane and Sofia were experiencing.
Sofia was giggling with the unbridled joy of a woman basking in her Master's affection. He had given her enough lax to her hair that her upper body could collapse, leaving her drooling onto the mattress. Yet her hips continued the fast-paced duty of making her drenched and devoted hole slide over his cock in dance of pure submission. Each movement was a testament to her blissful surrender.
Alex would unite her with Jane in that land of pure happiness.
"3-2-1-0!" The countdown made the redhead's eyes roll up before it had even finished. Cumulative pleasure was mounting her overlapping releases into a pressure of its own. A plea left her, a wordless one, that Alex understood for what it was - her wish to make his desire come true.
To be broken.
"2-1-0!" The arms around his midriff clenched almost as tight as her folds did. "1-0!" The orgasmic convulsions sharpened into powerful tremors. "0!"
Jane blinked. For a brief moment, she seemed to be clear of mind and calm of body. It lasted just long enough for her to flash him a loving smile. Then, her red lips parted into an O-mouth, her eyes rolled up further than she had before, and her conception of the world was shattered. The gushing of her pussy erupted into a torrential surge of her love juices, soaking his fingers, her thighs and the sheets.
Alex continued to finger-fuck her for a few seconds, then pulled out of her. No more fresh pleasure mattered little. The redhead was in a state of transcendental euphoria, climaxing when he gave her a little shove to send her gently falling onto her back. "Watch and masturbate," he ordered her and all that were already engaged in just that.
The entirety of the harem was screaming in repeated climaxes, all witnessing their Master grabbing Sofia by the waist. Her obedient hip swinging was replaced with his masculine efforts. Powerful, he slammed into the depths of her stretched and gushing cunt. What Jane felt by decree, Sofia felt by natural action.
He pounded her pretty little brains out, using her as his living fleshlight for minutes on end, until he reached the end of the line. Teeth clenched, eyes locked on the gorgeous shape of her wide hips curving into the small of her back, Alex did as all men wanted to do and plunged into his willing sex slave one final time.
Roaring, he released his thick seed deep inside her. His balls tightened intensely, his blood rushed in his ears, the hammering of his heart added a strong beat to the chorus of his climaxing haremettes. One after another, they fingered themselves to voyeuristic release, all while Jane and Evelyn continued on their multi-orgasmic high.
As his climax subsided, Alex's grip on Sofia's waist loosened. His muscles, trembling with the aftershocks of his own release, began to relax. The intensity of this climax ebbed away, but the broader lust remained, his cock still hard and buried deep within Sofia. Savouring the warmth and tightness of her, he waited for the last of his seed to pulse into her.
Tenderly, he withdrew, his cock glistening with a mix of their fluids. Sofia remained as she was, top-down bottom-up. She moaned when he caressed her ass, quivered from the lingering delight of her ecstatic journey.
The cacophony of the harem's joined bliss had quieted. It was a satisfied, contented quiet - yet it was also filled with the hunger of those yet to feel his touch.
Alex beheld Sofia once more, taking her well-pounded form in from multiple angles. Nothing could beat witnessing her expression, so totally relaxed and yet so totally blissed-out.
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"I'll lie down," Alex announced. "Whoever catches her breath first can get a ride next."
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Though the multiple orgasms had deprived them all of breath, even the least athletic of them all, being Kiara and Ashley, still had been inside a gym on a near daily basis. Only the three women that had been pounded thoroughly struggled to even their breathing over the course of a minute. Though mindless, they instinctively knew that they had no reason to recover swiftly. Their turn for the night had been had.
Olympians around recovered at rapid speed, their trained lungs intertwining with the further increases to stamina brought by their changes. Alex kept his eyes closed and his mind expecting. His upright cock throbbed, a challenge to his submissives to make good on their oaths as willing sex slaves.
When an eager tongue trailed up from his still-heavy balls to the tip of his shaft, he attempted to guess who it was. The tomboy kissed the tip, then dragged the rest of her body along his cock. Medium-sized breasts on a frame of moderate height pushed further and further up. Muscles shifted beneath skin smooth as taught silk. She caressed his chest with her mouth, sitting up when her pussy kissed the base of his cock. She moaned loud, wide hips rocking forwards to allow him entry into her wet, welcoming sleeve - his sleeve. A fluffy tail swished playfully, brushing against his legs.
"Charlotte," Alex grunted, finally opening his eyes to find the horny vixen smirking at him.
"Time to… get my… fill…" Her smirk turned into a gaping expression of lust. Her voice got caught in her throat, while her lower lips stretched around his girthy manhood. Such was his size that he could see the skin above her swollen cunt rise gently. Inside, the walls of the tanned tomboy twitched all around him. Once she was comfortably seated with her Master fully sheathed, she placed a hand on his mark. "Fuck, my womb is just… begging for your cum already."
"As it should be," Amethyst cooed. The purple curves of the hourglass-shaped slime woman draped themselves over Alex's arm. A wanton cry escaped her lips, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in little circles. "Master, how would you like me to assist your blessed lust?"
Alex had an immediate answer to that: "Get on my face."
"Oh, blessed am I," Amethyst purred as she moved. "Your command is my deepest desire and I live to fulfill your every wish. Please, honour me with the worship of your tongue upon this set of holes you own, for you are the embodiment of my utmost devotion, your delights are my ecstasy." Pussy spread, she hovered above him.
'As if I needed any more reason to eat her out,' Alex thought. He placed his hands on her ass, pressing four digits into each cheek. There was an undeniable difference between her bounciness and that of a standard human. The lack of bones was clear, the slime firmer on the surface than skin and squishier underneath. It was different - not better and not worse.
He pulled Amethyst down and teasingly blew on her wet cunt. Even that was enough to make her moan. The exposed folds twitched, the gorgeous hill of her eager cunt rising from the surrounding slime that made up her body in both the intensity of its colour and its cleft shape.
Slickness tasted sweet on his tongue. Amethyst's love juices were overabundant, her nature as a water spirit clear in just how much dripped into his open mouth from one lick alone. She took hold of his head, urged him to penetrate her deeper without crossing the line of pulling him. Her legs relaxed, resting more and more of the weight of her ass on his face. The purple thickness of her smooth thighs framed his field of view.
Alex had a wonderful view up her athletic midriff. His tongue penetrated her lower lips, scouting the folds until he found one of her sensitive spots. Tilting forwards, Amethyst treated him to her feverish expression and the sight of her large, dangling breasts. Entranced, she beheld him. She held still, except for involuntary quivers. She breathed, faster and faster, louder and louder, the pitch going higher and higher, until her head flew back.
Blue strands of liquid hair whipped backwards. While her head snapped out of view, her tits protruded proudly, jiggling with every climactic spasm. Her puffy mound grinded into his lips. Gladly, he gulped down her love juices. The nectar of his loves was the sweetest that there could be.
He craved more.
While he tongue-fucked Amethyst, Charlotte made good on her need to be his cumdump. The brunette vixen bounced on his cock screaming out her honest feelings as she did. "Oh yes, oh fuck, oh Master, your cock is so huge! I want all of you so deep inside my pussy! Ah! Alex! I love you! I love ya-ah so much!"
Though Alex remained busy with Amethyst, his instincts drove his cock upwards. Charlotte screamed. She matched his pace, submitting to his motions immediately. Her body quivered with each powerful thrust. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, breaking her voice.
"Don't stop! Please, Ma-ah-ster, don't stop! My womb is so dessssperate for your cum! Master, Evelyn is right, your seed is just superior!" Just riding him had been enough to rob her of her brattiness for the night, leaving her entirely devoted. A personal slut, riding him before an adoring crowd. His already drenched shaft was covered in the gushing juices of another woman. "I'm cummiiiiiiiiing ah-againnnnn!"
"Such a good, reformed slut," another woman purred - Alex recognized the collected tone and deep-ish voice to be Valeria's.
"Y-yeah… she's gorgeous," stammered another tomboy - Sara, her Master knew immediately. "E-everyone… all of us! All of us are our most beautiful when we work for Master's cum."
"By Master, yes!" Charlotte agreed, speaking manically quick with euphoria. Further words were swallowed by the ecstatic cries of her rapid bounces.
"She's such a good cumdump," Amethyst cooed, tone brimming with the pleasure his tongue brought her. "Always ready for you. She loves being your sex slave. She lives for this. Please, Master, fill her up. Mark her as yours all over again, like you do every single night and will do every single night!"
As Alex continued his relentless worship of Amethyst's cunt, he could sense the building pressure in his loins. His release was imminent and, as always, he was the one to decide when and how he wanted to bless his properties with his seed. A final, powerful thrust made the fox woman bounce. She glided back down smoothly, her inner walls clenching around him, her body trained to know when her utmost craving was about to be fulfilled.
Cum surged up his shaft in hot, thick spurts. Charlotte's cries reached a fever pitch, her body convulsing with the force of her final orgasm, triggered by the cum filling her.
Amethyst basked in her fellow haremette's orgasmic wails. She studied her Master's face intensely. "I can sense the flow of your seed," she cried, her voice a mix of fervour and lust. "Your power, your essence.. It is incredible." She arched her back, her own climax rising in response to the raw, primal understanding of his dominance.
Two climaxing women seated on him, Alex's orgasm ebbed away slowly. Charlotte kept tightening around him, urging every last drop he had to give to flow into her. Once she had what she needed, she glided up and made room for the next woman.
Sara swung her hips over his waist and impaled herself in one swift motion. The latina cried with wanton bliss, rabbit ears twitching in unison with her folds. Alex could not see more of her, even those details were blurry through Amethyst's purple midriff. All he knew was that the usually shy woman went straight to bouncing on his cock The strength of her thick thighs was evident in every up and down.
The ring of fervent masturbation had changed in character. With their Master on his back and his field of view changed, the tomboys had sat up and shuffled closer together. No longer were they chasing pleasure on their own. Shoulder to shoulder, often even closer, they did as haremettes ought to and teased each other with fingers and tongue.
They writhed where they knelt, curving into the sapphic touch of their fellow sets of holes in a mesmerizing dance. Though Alex could not see much of them, he could hear them clearer than ever. All of their cries, sighs, moans and gasps formed the unspoken promise that they awaited being used by him next.
Sara was keeping his cock expert company. Every other bounce, she cried out his name, "Alex!", as another orgasm rocked through her. Her snug hole undulated around his long shaft, her spilling juices marked his manhood with the ecstasy of another female awaiting the day that the curse on their wombs would be lifted.
Amethyst continued to ride his face. Fingers running through her hair and eyes closed, she practically belly-danced on his tongue. Her pussy moved in little circles, always staying in reach of her Master. Swaying breasts and shifting thighs added to his enjoyment. Few men got a show like that from this angle.
Another woman was on top of him, between the bouncing rabbit and the dancing slime, Valeria caressed his chest with kisses from her full lips and presses of her large breasts. The exhibitionist put herself in the centre of it all, getting off on adding to the masturbation material for the rest of the heated crowd.
Alex saw no reason why not to play into the cat woman's kinks. "Amethyst, I want you to eat out Valeria, while we remain like this."
"Oh, gladly, Master!" the slime woman cried out, the mere idea causing her shudder in a small orgasm that bridged the gap between the larger ones his tongue continuously brought her.
"I love everything about this idea," Valeria purred. Though the absence of her breasts on his abs was regrettable, the sight that followed more than repaid him. The dark-skinned climber positioned herself in front of Amethyst, straight above Alex's eyes.
He had the perfect view of her pussy, the outer lips loosened by the feverish work of her fingers. Slickness coated the inside of her toned thighs, glistening in the artificial light of the bedchamber. Two shapely spheres sat above the delectable creases caused by the meeting of meat of ass and thighs.
The cushion of her derriere was swiftly grasped. Amethyst's fingers pressed against the hard muscles of her glutes, then squeezed deeper when Valeria relaxed. The slime woman's tongue extended, becoming a pointy tendril that slithered deep into her fellow sex slave's cunt. The African-Latina crossbreed cried out in pleasure. She was by far the quietest of the three women now on top of Alex.
Valeria moaned from her occasional climaxes, Amethyst's tongue working her expertly and deeply. Amethyst shouted from her constant climaxes, Alex proving his superiority in all manners of lovemaking by making her gush over and over again. Sara screamed from her unceasing climax, the singular release drawn out by her bounces and his upwards thrusts.
Telling time was impossible for Alex. Every moment bled into the next, an endless assembly of moments where his entire world was tits, ass, pussy and pleasure. When he was close again, he simply released deep inside the hole he was in. Sara kept her groin pressed down on him, surrendering the depths of her womanhood to his seed.
The last of the load had barely pumped into the rabbit woman, before Alex spoke his next voracious order. "Valeria, take her place."
With the last of her will, Sara rose from his cock. Quivering and giggling, cockdrunk beyond thought, she joined up with the rest of the harem. Her pear-shaped figure was received by greedy hands and tongues, the excess cum licked out of her gaping folds like the world's most delicious treat.
Valeria picked up where Sara had stopped. "Master;" she moaned, the word of veneration having seemingly replaced 'God' in the harem's vocabulary. "Your cock is like a hot steel rod!" The cat woman circled her hips, each completed round a testament to her willingness to be moulded by his desire. She made herself just another tight hole to be used, another bouncing cumdump to be watched in awe by tomboys chasing a tenth of the pleasure his cock brought.
No doubt could be had that this position still felt fantastic. A willing sex slave tending to his cock and another spreading her sweetness on his lips. It was the joy of every man to find himself in that position. However, Alex grew restless. He had recovered his stamina fully and now craved to reclaim his spot on top.
Suddenly, he gripped Valeria by the waist. The cat woman gasped in surprise, then screamed in ecstasy when he, hard and fast, thrust up into her. Bouncing on his cock had broken the minds of the last two women, getting hammered by her dominant Master did the same much faster.
Valeria moved in perfect harmony with his demanding thrusts. She was a flexible doll, a pliable instrument of his pleasure. Her large breasts heaved and smacked against each other from the forceful impact, intertwining with her screams into a symphony of his power over her. Their union was primal, rhythmic, and she responded to his dominance with one explosive orgasm after another. The sheets under Alex's hips were utterly soaked from the love juices of three willing sex slaves.
Amethyst laughed throughout it all. Her Master's tongue had extended inhumanely, coiling deep inside her, preparing her for what she knew would be next. She was overflowing in anticipation and twisted her own nipples. "Glorious Master," she cooed in a voice of bliss. She closed her eyes and shuddered, feeling another rush of his seed travelling up his shaft.
Valeria's voice came to a sudden stop. Her head thrown back, her body twitching, she was well and truly reduced to a fuckdoll. As his seed pumped into her depths, her pussy clenched him tight. Not even an inch would be allowed to slide out of her while he painted her womb white. "Breed this tomboy slave," the climber managed to press out, her voice flat from overflowing ecstasy.
The last tremors of Alex's orgasm eventually subsided. Though relief had been brought by Valeria's twitching cunt, a greater hunger remained. Firm motions of his hand lifted the cat woman from his cock. Her dazed, blissed-out form was received by the waiting hands of her fellow slaves. Immediately, they began the reverent task of lapping their Master's seed from her used and dripping folds.
Before another could claim his erect cock, he was moving himself. Holding Amethyst by her bubble butt, he sat up. The motion was fluid and predatory, the slime tomboy gasping, knowing that it was her time to be devoured and marked.
With the strength of a titan, Alex held her, seated on his shoulders, then lowered her to the mattress. He continued to lick her cunt the whole time, stopping only when she was on her back, soft thighs parted, words encouraging his domination. "Every drop of your divine essence you spill in me is the purpose of my life confirmed."
"I am no god," Alex rumbled, his deep voice filled with demanding humility - an odd combination to hear from his own mouth.
"You are above - you are my Master," Amethyst sighed wantonly.
A growl vibrated in his chest. Alex didn't quite know what he felt. There was the stroking of his ego that spoke to vain instincts and the urges of a healthy mind to push against such arrogance. In the gap between the impulses, his mind sat, digesting it into a mixture of wild need to both reward and punish the sex slave that did so readily elevate her above any ruler of creation.
Hands, so large compared to even this tall woman, gripped Amethyst's sleek, purple thighs. She was cool to the touch, his blood running hot through his veins. Skin yielded to his grip, the slime tomboy so nicely malleable. He folded her in half, legs pushed up until her knees were almost level with her head. The position left nothing to the imagination, presenting her as a pure vessel for his lust.
Dominating her with his size, his muscular torso blanketed hers. His hard cock found the overprepared cunt of the sex slave. Amethyst gasped when he forcefully entered her, but not from pain. It was the sheer, overwhelming proximity of her Master and the hot rod spearing her.
Two substantial orbs of pliant slime moulded perfectly to the shape of his muscles. They were not flesh, but a firm and pleasantly cool gelatin, their coolness a stark and thrilling contrast to the raw heat of his body. Though there was a constant awareness of her pliant otherness, of her elemental nature, she also felt so female and familiar. Pebbled nipples formed two harder points within the softness, dragging against his skin as he forcefully thrust into her.
Alex was once more in control and once more he let his powerful needs control him. There was no gentle rhythm, no gradual rise of tempo. He claimed her with deep strokes, each one another period in the ongoing tale of his ownership over her. The slap of his heavy balls against the curve of her was a steady beat, underlining the symphony of swooning sex slaves. Yet, it was the subtler, slick sound of her cool slime yielding to his rigid flesh that truly defined the moment. Each thrust forced a gush of her sweet nectar around his girth, a visceral reminder of her submission.
Amethyst was his canvas. A semi-liquid set of holes that rippled with every thrust. From the trembling tips of her blue hair to the curled toes of her raised feet, she was defined by the bliss he brought to her. Her moans were her language of devotion in absence of the words she was too cockdrunk to speak.
The other women watched, transfixed. Frenzied masturbation slowed, attention captured by the raw, primal display before them. Focused on witnessing their Master screw the brains out of one of their number, they were unable to chase physical pleasure. The stimulation of the mind they got from following his rapid thrusts was that much greater.
Hips pistoning, Alex continued to prove to everyone watching and himself that he was a relentless machine built for a singular purpose: turning submissives into mind-broken piles of joy. Amethyst's walls yielded to and reformed around his constantly moving cock. Her cunt's grip was a paradox of resistance and total surrender.
Even though she was a slime, the tomboy was taut with the tension of her repeated climaxes. The water spirit was utterly soaking the sheets. Both of her wrists were pinned to the mattress by just one of Alex's hands. The other pressed into the back of her head, pinning her in place while he tasted the cool, smooth skin of her neck.
"Ale-...Alex… Ma-Master…" Amethyst slurred, then threw her head back. Another spike in her ceaseless ecstasy made her shiver. Her large breasts squished more intensely against his pectorals. Her arched back made her smaller frame fit perfectly under his bent torso. "Sanctify… these waters… with your seed…!"
The intense plea in her slurred words was the final key. A deep, possessive growl rumbled in Alex's chest. It was the sound of an animal claiming its mate. He jackhammered into her for another full minute. Even at the edge of orgasm, his stamina was awe-inspiring. The relentless blur of motion pushed Amethyst irreversibly off the cliff of bliss. Any even minor difference between distinct orgasms was forgotten. What remained were overwhelmed spasms and squirting pussy juices.
Then, with a final, brutal descent of his hips, Alex's control shattered. He clenched his teeth, grunting as his balls tightened. The harem around them gasped in nymphomanic joy, witnessing every shudder that went through his huge frame. Amethyst's cool walls clamped down around him, pulsing rings massaging the length, milking every drop into her depths.
For several seconds, Alex could barely hear anything. Too strong was the rushing of blood in his ears and the sound of his grinding teeth. Even when his senses came back, there was too much lightning in his mind for them to make sense.
Among that storm, the slime's voice returned not as words but as a continuous, high-pitched scream of utter devotion. Gaping lips matched her rolling eyes. Her mind had been broken for his amusement, the shards of herself tumbling in the ocean of ecstasy that she so readily submitted herself too. Every spurt into her depths was another thunderbolt on her nervous system, making her twitch and writhe.
Slowly, the storm subsided. Alex's gasping breaths were suddenly the loudest sound in the room. Amethyst was silent and limp, spasming only in reaction to his movements. Quietly, the surrounding tomboys whimpered, their fingers having all but stopped in the wake of his now still hips.
Remaining sheathed inside her for a long moment, Alex placed his forehead against Amethyst's. No words were spoken, for they would have cheapened the depth of the love felt between them in that moment. When he pulled out, her pussy let him go reluctantly.
"Present yourself," he ordered.
"Yesh, Mashtahr," the set of holes slurred, grabbing the back of her knees before her legs could flop forwards. She held the mating press pose despite her intense, post-orgasmic tremors. Her pussy gaped from the girth of his cock. The intense excess of his load escaped her in a white rivulet.
"Good girl," he said. Two words that triggered something approximating another climax. Hungry for more, Alex left her where she was, scanning for his next relief tool in the crowd.
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In the crowd of pheromone-oozing cocksleeves, the one that did not present herself immediately stood out the most. Janette was facing away from him. It was not a gesture of disinterest, not in the slightest. Kneeling, she kept her ass raised enough that her dripping wet cunt was on full display. Though swollen and wet, her lower lips still sat tight and fresh, a hole that begged to be stretched by her owner. She gazed over her shoulder, calm and waiting.
By the time Alex was aware he had moved, he was already behind the tomboy. Rough, he grabbed her by the back of the head. The thumb of his enormous hand hooked behind her right antler, a firm and possessive hold. He grabbed his cock, keeping it steady as he pushed inside. The first penetration was swift and glorious. Snugly, her cunt embraced him, the walls clenching while also begging him to slide deeper inside. Janette's wordless gasps were the beginning of a new page in their symphony of his dominance.
Wet claps of flesh meeting flesh formed the primary rhythm in the bedchamber. Janette, usually of a bastion of control and quiet judgement, was now a vessel for his raw power. Each grinding thrust rocked her forwards. Each retreat had her ass lag behind the motion, the clinging of her folds dragging her along.
Her icy expression was a brittle mask, shattered by her Master's hammering. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips as eyelids fluttered. Attempts to meet his gaze over her shoulder failed, the blue of her eyes glazed over by lust. Her knuckles were white, fingers curled into the tangled sheets.
"Oh, you love to see it," Yahui moaned from the side. "The way Master rearranges your insides to make room for himself. Doesn't it just… drown you in bliss?"
An ecstatic tremor ran through Janette's spine. "Yes!" she cried out a singular word. Whether it was a response to the Chinese woman's question or a simple manifestation of the orgasm now rippling through her hardly mattered. Sharp thrusts drove the air from her lungs. Her lips formed a large O, the unheard scream accompanied by a myriad of spasms. Her ass swung back to meet his hips with quivering imprecision.
The harem watched with flowing breath, their fervent self-pleasuring being pursued once more. No porn in the world could ever compare to the sight before them, adding fuel to the fire of their trained evening arousal. Those that he had fucked already moved with a satisfied slowness, continuing to participate as spectators and sapphic partners for their fellow sex slaves. Those that had yet to be claimed inched closer knowing it would be their turn to have their holes filled with fresh cum in due time.
"Bro, his stamina is insane," Astrid gasped, voice thick with awe. She grinded her pussy into her finger, mirroring the rhythm of Alex's hips. All the others did the same, breasts jiggling and asses bouncing to the percussive smack of dominant muscle against submissive meat.
"An olympic judo master, reduced to a whimpering mess." Evelyn's voice was a husky, mirthful declaration, thick with her love for Alex. "That's how we're meant to be. Bent over and broken for him."
"Remember that I only want to do what you love," Alex managed to grunt. The words both rang hollow and with all the more impact, given the tight grip he had on Janette's hair. Her cunt was gripping him like a vice and wetter than a waterfall. He pounded her relentlessly, giving her not a single second to recover her mind. "This is what you want, right, Janette?"
"...Yes!" The screamed word tore from her lips after a delay. "Yes, Master! Your… I am… oh, fuck… yours!"
The verbal surrender broke something within her. She came with the force of a dam bursting. A gush of liquid heat drenched Alex's manhood. A new, powerful convulsion tensed every muscle in her body. Inner walls clenched around him in a frantic pulse as the rewarding pleasure entrenched yet deeper the beauty of her status as his submissive.
Alex beheld it all with swelling pride. The heat of the room fuelled him to continue his motions. His balls swung back and forth with every motion of his hips, still full, waiting for the still distant moment of release. As much as the tomboy's insides were made to milk him, he was too deep into the orgy to cum already.
The realization that this was normal for him now barely fazed him. It was not the first time it had hit him, that he was spending the last few hours of every day having more and rougher sex than he had in years prior. Subservient to the delight he took in making these submissives scream out his title was the thankfulness he had for their trust in him.
"I - love - this - harem!" he roared, each word underlined by an especially hard, timed thrust. The last impact shattered Janette's tension. Her arms gave in. Her small breasts hit the mattress, as did the side of her face. Her legs went long, framed by the muscular thighs of her owner. Only her ass remained lightly raised, a subconscious act to continue giving him easy access.
She was prone now, beneath him. The only act she still took herself was the rubbing of her own clit. Hand still on her head, Alex kept just enough pressure on her to keep her aware of his strength - a redundant and yet effective signal when he was still making her ass ripple with every thrust.
Janette's expression had gone beyond cockdrunk. Her lips were in a neutral position, her eyes rolled up, her brows lightly furrowed. There was no strong emotion displayed there. She was a simple, pliant, obedient set of holes, squirting repeatedly while she was pounded into the mattress.
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His grip on the back of her head tightened, his other hand digging into the soft flesh of her hip. His thumb pressed into her ass, feeling the ripples of each impact. Every second, he drove into her with relentless force. The room echoed with the wet slaps of their bodies meeting. Janette's moans were a constant stream of wordless delights, the new core of the symphony.
Gasping and whimpering, the harem watched. Their pleasure was rising and rising, the unbridled passion on display sweeping through them, travelling via the psychological link of shared submission. Yahui's fingers frantically worked her clit, her body vibrating with each chased climax. Astrid's breath came in short gasps, her runner's endurance tested to the utmost by merely echoing his movement. Kiara kneaded her tits, bringing herself to various releases while pinching her sensitive nipples. Blair sucked on her fingers, her red lips tight around the three digits that she clearly tried to fantasize into being his cock. Tess on her chest, mimicking the exact position Janette was in, pussy juice running down her thick, pale thighs.
Another peak in her series of orgasms made Janette spasm. Inner walls clenched around his manhood, forcing Alex to stop in his rough, pistoning movements. While the antlered woman writhed as much as his weight allowed her to, he bowed down. Like an animal, he tasted the sweat off her back, then bit the curve of her neck. He did it just hard enough to leave the marks of his teeth as indents on her skin.
As soon as her pussy released him, he was right back to ploughing her. The resuming of his motion was accompanied by a rise in the volume of the chorus. Haremettes all around redoubled the motions of their fingers.
"Our Master never tired, never stopped, he was a ceaseless fuck machine so much better than the genuine thing could ever be. Hot, hard, and seeking our sensitive spots with biological precision, he just made us all cum over and over again, just by us looking at him breaking the mind of one of our more cool-headed members."
Alex grunted in amusement at Ashley's commentary. A glance at her let the mousey woman know that she had been heard. Immediately, she blushed a deep crimson. Her fingers stopped working for a moment, which was all the excuse Niara and Selana needed to replace hers with their own. The tiny, petite Asian woman was a thin strip of vanilla between two large scoops of chocolate, squeezing her all over.
The sight was hot, but Alex concentrated on the slave he currently used. He studied the way her back muscles twitched with nothing but the utmost lust and love. He drank in every way her smooth skin creased as her back arched downwards from yet another spike in her ceaseless orgasm. Pussy juice was discharged from her tight tunnel.
All of her aimed to milk him. Her sight, her grip, even her scent. The sweet pheromones rising from her sweat-slick curves filled his brain with the same message as her words would have, could she still have spoken: "Breed me! Cum inside and breed me!"
Alex's prestigious endurance finally met its end. Stopping in her depths, he unloaded his balls without a second thought. Quiet as a cocksleeve, Janette was hit by the strongest orgasm a submissive could experience: the tail-end of a multi-climax pounding with supernatural seed flooding her depths. She was squirting intensely every time another jet of white painted her insides.
Clenching his teeth, Alex fought to keep his balance. All of his being felt like it was getting drained by her cunt. "Such a good… fuck," he pushed out. The tingling dots in the corner of his vision subsided. His orgasm came to an end. Enduringly hard, his cock slipped out of her. "Yahui."
The single word summoned the Chinese woman. "Yes!" she cried out in unveiled ecstasy, crawling across. Her first instinct was to suck his cock, though she realized swiftly that he had another purpose for her. Licking her lips, she waited by his side while he manhandled the cocksleeve known as Janette into another position.
The sadist in him wasn't done with the brunette yet. Witnessing such a serious woman go full mind-broken cumdump was too hot to end it with just a load in her cunt. After flipping her over, he straddled her, grabbed her wooden antlers, and dragged her up to his crotch. Though her eyes were still rolling with no will behind them, her finely honed instincts as a comfort hole made her react as her Master desired.
Janette's scream was muffled by the very same cock that coaxed the noise out of her. In one thrust, he sheathed himself in her throat. He had no patience to stay, immediately beginning to pull out. Her lips were a sinfully tight seal. Her cheeks stretched, pulled in by the intensity of her obedient suction.
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While he pounded the cross-eyed comfort hole, Yahui lapped up the cum oozing from her pussy. That had been Alex's design for her. After all, why waste a good load when he could use it to make another sex slave sing with the pleasure brought from the taste of his cum?
Fucking Janette's face was a wonderous experience. Ever since she had joined this harem, the stoic little slut had been a whore for getting her face fucked. Wet heat and sinful suction made each thrust its own experience. Her lips and throat vibrated with guttural moans, reverberating in his cock and up his spine as pure pleasure. Though pounded out of her every last thought, she retained instinctual skill. Her tongue worked his cock with fervent obedience.
Pounding into her should have made the world around him fade. Whether it was his ongoing ascension into a chimera of ancient bloodlines or a capacity that he had as a man, the opposite was the case. While his hips slapped against her face, he was all too aware of the ragged gasps for air by his lust-maddened harem.
"Kiara, Tess, come here." The fat-titted tomboys obeyed immediately, his voice too powerful for the redhead to even start to pretend she wasn't interested. They crawled up to him, only daring to rise from all fours once they could press their huge breasts against his sides. Just touching him with their naked skin seemed to make them climax. "Hold her still for me."
Alex released Janette's horns. Swiftly, the duo each grabbed a horn. "So strong," Tess cooed in delight, feeling the might of his thrusts through her grip.
Hands now free, Alex grabbed shortstack and curvy goth by their plump backsides and squeezed. They cried in masochistic delight at the harshness of the impact, then swooned like good girls would when his fingers invaded their heated womanhoods. His thick digits were such an upgrade from their feminine fingers that they were almost lost in delight from that alone. They remained just present enough to keep the comfort hole steady and to press kisses on his skin.
Whether Alex just wasn't as enduring for this load or the stimulation messed with his sense of time was impossible to say. Fact was that he hammered his way to his next release. His balls felt like their contents were boiling, overflowing with the need to spill inside a woman. All of his being, instincts, thoughts, all of it, aligned for the moment. Seed surged up his cock once more.
Animalistic impulses overcame him. He grabbed Janette's antlers again, taking complete control over her. He stuffed his cock as far down her throat as the angle would allow. She tried to gather it up on her mouth like a good girl, a misplaced instinct that saw some of the overflow break past her lips.
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Once that orgasm began to fade, Alex felt his pounding adrenaline diminish with it. Not disappear just… return back to a regular level. His cock twitched inside Janette's mouth while she milked the last of his load from him.
'I would feel bad for being this rough if she didn't look like… that,' the man of the island thought and rolled his shoulder. Gently, he guided the limp cocksleeve to the mattress. It was only after she laid down that she allowed her lips to loosen and his dick to go. 'Time to pound the brains out of the rest of them!'