“Hey, Lydia, can we talk for a moment?” John asked, after knocking on the door to her room. It had been about an hour since they had gotten home, and he had not seen the princess since she had departed from the group back in the arena. The melody of her piano assured him that she was home, at the very least.
At first, he had hoped that this thing would blow over on its own. Either Thana or Lydia would surely be wise enough to just apologize to the other. Thana, somewhat predictably, wasn’t the person he could rely on for that. The wrecked bundle of nerves had collapsed on the sofa and begged John to do something about this before she made it even worse.
As he could easily see how Thana would manage to escalate the situation further, he agreed. His mind had spawned a very stupid plan to reconcile the two, which he was now putting into motion.
The melody stopped, and Lydia met him at the door. She had changed out of her uniform and into a more girly outfit. Of course, girly in the context of Lydia simply meant that it was something he could see other girls wearing. A dark green shirt, buttoned up and long sleeved with three pens orderly sorted in the breast pocket together with a long, dark skirt and stockings. Last of which, John knew for a fact, was actually her rapier in disguise.
“What is it?” she asked, nervously playing with that little bit of open hair that was under the iron ring that held her braid together. The braid, like most times, laid on her right shoulder. She knew exactly what John wanted to talk about.
“Have you heard about our eternal lord and saviour, the God-Emperor of Mankind?” John asked in the most serious tone he could muster. Lydia looked at him with a confused series of blinks.
“Pardon?” she finally asked.
“The God-Emperor of Mankind, he who sits upon the Golden Throne of Terra, the Throne World, and whose eternal light will guide us to salvation.”
“This is this 40k thing Rave keeps moaning about, I presume?” Lydia sighed. “What utter foolishness has brought you to annoy me about that at this time?”
“Want to play a round?” John suggested.
“This is hardly the time to play a board game,” the princess denied him and slowly closed the door again.
John got his foot between the frame and the door. “I am afraid I must insist, Lydia,” he said with a sigh and then got to the point. “If you keep holing yourself in there, that will probably have a serious impact on our team. You know that, right?”
Lydia pulled the door open again and sighed, “Is this some sort of ploy to get me to apologize to Thana?”
“How about you just talk it over without shouting at or threatening each other for a start?” John said with a calm smile and gestured out into the hallway.
Together, they went up to the second storey. John had taken one of the large, empty rooms up there and redecorated it. In addition to the standardized furniture, bed, desk, wardrobe and so on, there was now a desk with the model of a giant battlefield with crashed, gothic buildings and a half sunken spaceship on top of it. Also, lots and lots of figurines were standing on a second table, organized into neat little armies.
There was also Thana, who sat in one of the armchairs. Arms crossed and left leg jittering until the two of them entered, she waited. The moment they were in, she jumped up, opened her mouth to say something, immediately sat down again, and started clawing her hair out. “ARGH!” was the only sound she made.
“How articulate,” Lydia stated, her stern tone clad in irony.
“Fuck off, princess of buttplugs, I am seriously struggling here,” Thana said, and her eyes darted to Lydia’s throat. “I am sorry, okay!” the blood mage blurted out. “I shouldn’t have attacked you!”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Lydia agreed and rubbed her neck. Any bruise that may have been caused had been healed already. There was a pause in the conversation. Taking a deep breath, her eyes closed, the princess then added, “I am certain that I also overstepped boundaries within the confines of our verbal dispute. My apologies.”
This was going way better than John had expected. All he had needed to do was get the two of them in a room together. ‘Why are you all even more socially awkward than I am!?’ he wanted to know. ‘Even I, nerd prime, know that you have to talk about your problems! Maybe I am not giving myself enough credit... I have come a bit since the stutter.’
“Thank fucking god,” Thana visibly relaxed, sliding halfway out of her chair. “Who, of course, does not exist. I thought I fucked up majorly.”
“You added insult to injury,” John told her, for the second time. He had already gone over what she had done wrong, in length, on the way back.
“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t comment on the obvious pile of shit all the time, you can smell it yourself.” Thana waved off. “Got it.”
“I don’t think you did,” Lydia said but went over to Thana. Her steel coloured eyes stared down on the blood mage, who looked back in confusion. Lydia’s arm slowly travelled forwards until she presented her hand to the blood mage.
Hesitatingly she took it. They didn’t shake on it or anything, simply two hands that met for a moment. “How about a kiss to get this over with?” John, jokingly (but not really joking) suggested.
Lydia hummed, “I suppose you do deserve some shape of reward for your troubles.”
She looked back over to Thana, who smirked, “Ey, I am up for whatever perverse crap you guys come up with.”
Their hands departed, and Lydia, who was about the size of John, bowed down to the small woman. One arm resting on the chair, the other gently caressing Thana’s face, their lips closed in on each other. A lustrous red and a pale purple simply pushed against each other, then their mouths opened and they intertwined.
A small gap appeared between their lips, as their tongues probed forward and then whirled around each other for a moment. Sensually, their lips locked again and slowly closed, eventually separating. Only to meet again, now in a more heated exchange of saliva. Small moans escaped Thana as Lydia took charge and pushed her back down into the chair.
When they finally separated, a strand of saliva connected their extended tongues for a few centimetres, only to break when they both looked over to John. Lydia raised her eyebrows in surprise while Thana only snickered. The Gamer was already naked.
“What?” he asked with a wide smirk. “Are we not doing this?”
“We are doing this,” Lydia said and began to straighten back up, possibly to walk over to the bed. John, who had been majorly limited in his sexual activity the past three days, would not wait. He used Blink to get directly behind Lydia, a rather pompous waste of mana, and then pulled up her long skirt until her ass was on full display.
Lydia simply went with the flow and bent back over the chair, holding her balance by putting both of her hands on the back while continuing to kiss Thana. Behind her, John licked his lips as he looked at her beautiful ass in the stockings that went up to her hips.
In his whole harem, Lydia was probably one of the least sexy girls. However, being last in an assortment of athletic supermodel contenders still put her far above the average girl. He squeezed her soft buttocks; the elastic fabric of the form changing metal had very little in the way of ruining the feeling.
“Tell me, John,” Lydia panted, the situation was starting to get to her head, “do you want to fuck me with or without the stockings?”
“With,” John said with utmost certainty, “definitely with!”
“You have permission to destroy whatever of my wardrobe is in the way then,” she said. The stockings ripped open in a believable fashion, courtesy of Lydia’s powers, and revealed blue panties underneath.
John ripped the bothersome cloth off her immediately. Next, he tore the long skirt, threatening to slide down and hide the view from him, off Lydia’s waist by ripping the cloth apart and tossing it over his shoulder. He could have tried finding whatever was keeping the skirt in place and removing it naturally, but presented with the opportunity, he decided to ravage the thing instead.
“Can I do that too?” Thana asked with a smirk. She didn’t even wait for the answer, which would have been a yes anyway, to come before ripping open Lydia’s shirt. Buttons were sent flying as they popped off; a moment later Thana had also made short work of Lydia’s bra. “If I can’t get the dick, I am taking these puppies,” the blood mage giggled, fondling the princess’ breasts. The extreme care with which she executed each motion, always wary of her own power, made it a tender caress, a stark contrast to the rough motions that preceded it.
As the wetness of Lydia's pussy started to overflow, John aligned his cock and pushed inside. A throaty moan, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, escaped Lydia. “Would much rather have it up the ass, would you?” John asked as he started a slow rhythm.
“Yes,” Lydia gasped in a raspy tone. Thana carefully extended her tongue and flicked it against the princess’ left nipple. “You know my preferenhhnces John…”
“Don’t you worry,” John groaned as he picked up the pace, “I will get to that, later.”
He thrust hard into her, sending a shock through her whole body that made Lydia’s knees buckle under the sudden pleasure. Thana found the princess’ average tits pressed into her face as Lydia slumped forwards. Granting no chance to recover, the Gamer immediately entered a steady pace. Lydia could only concentrate on not losing her balance. Her held back moans reverberated from her red lips.
“Aaaaah!” a sudden outburst, coming after John ran his thumb over her sphincter and applied some soft pressure. “Oh…mother of metal…” she panted as the first segment of John’s thumb pushed into her back entrance. Her ass and pussy, even though they were being used on the daily nowadays, were still as tight as the first time John had her.
The wet folds massaged the whole length of his dick each time he thrust into her. She was quivering, tightening in an impending orgasm. Aware that he would cum soon as well if he maintained this speed, John pulled back his thumb and inserted his middle finger instead. Soon the index finger joined, stretching the hole further and coercing more open moans from Lydia.
It was always the same with the proud Prussian princess: only when the dam was about to burst, did she allow herself to moan openly. Finally, his ring finger found its way inside as well, turning her moans into screams as her walls around John’s dick contracted strongly and she came. A few more thrusts, all of which made her scream even louder, caused her back to arch up a little bit more, and John joined her with a groan.
Spurts of thick seed flooded into Lydia’s wanting pussy. The load was roughly twice the amount John shot when he had first gotten his hands on these powers. Thanks to his increases in Libido since, this amount was baseline for him, and he was thankful that all of his girls were on some sort of birth control. Otherwise, he was sure to knock up someone.
This way, however, he could enjoy the sensation of being balls deep inside the princess as her pussy milked the very last drop from him. Accompanied by Lydia’s loud panting, John slowly pulled backwards, despite her vagina very clearly wanting him to stay inside.
“Let’s go to the bed now,” John said with a look at Thana. He would have loved to fuck her much in the same way, but she was simply not tall enough. He would have to go into an uncomfortable, quarter-squatting pose to find the right angle.
His eyes must have said everything. “Fuck you, I can mutate to grow another 20 centimetres… I just don’t want to!” Thana shouted angrily. They made their way over to the bed; the blood mage continued to angrily grumble some very unerotic things.
That stopped immediately when John picked her up and threw her onto the bed. “Just shut up, Thana,” John told her in a domineering tone. The effect was immediate, her amethyst eyes turning glassy and obedient. The metal ring that held her bra was soon undone, and the leather piece of underwear flew away.
“I have an idea how to shut her up for good.” Lydia, still a bit wobbly on her legs, straddled over Thana’s face. “You can eat John’s cum out of my pussy,” she said with a faint smile.
“Sounds fucking awesome!” Thana agreed and therefore put her tongue to use, trying to get as much of the delightful seed as she could.
In the meantime, John was trailing down her body with his tongue. Starting at her collarbone, he drew a wet trail downwards. He stopped at her average sized breasts, looking big on her otherwise small frame, to bite down on her nipple. During the aggressive nibbling, he sucked on it as well, until a definite mark appeared on her squishy flesh. John pulled back and felt that slight sting of disappointment when it healed almost faster than it could enter his field of view.
Thana’s pale skin was as unblemished as ever, porcelain with a blueish hue; her pale pink nipple, sharing the slight change in colour, showed no remainder of a bite mark. Ignoring his inner sadist for the moment, John continued his path downwards. Between her legs as he was, he needed to inch back every so often.
As he travelled over her flat stomach, he nibbled at her skin. The muscles underneath shifted and vibrated as her lungs filled from the breaths Lydia allowed her and then spent that precious air in moans of growing frustration. Having learned from Nathalia’s lesson in the arena, the blood mage was denying herself any sort of self-pleasuring. The only things she felt right now were the wonderful taste of the mingling of Lydia’s honey and John’s seed and the latter’s slow journey to her wet quim.
The black leather of her lower piece was soaked. Sticking to her skin, even as John removed it, multiple strands of the sticky love juices of Thana’s crotch were strung along. One by one, they fell, and John tossed the piece aside and…
…completely ignored her pussy in favour of now running his tongue up her leg. A frustrated groan could be heard, and John interrupted what he was doing to sit up straight. He gestured to Lydia to raise her ass from Thana’s face for a moment.
“I am sorry for that. Please, just fuck me already!” Thana cried out, her eyes pleading and glassy.
John slapped her left tit, and a lustful groan shook through her body. “I will fuck you when I please and you will shut your mouth. Pliable pieces of meat don’t have an option, they get eaten up when their owner pleases,” John told her. The wetness between Thana’s legs seemed to increase following his harsh rebuke, but she wasn’t the only one who liked what he just said.
Lydia bit her lip and smiled crookedly at the same time. “I have to admit, seeing you take charge of this insufferable maniac like that is incredibly seductive,” she said.
“Hear that, Thana, at least your backtalk was good for something,” John said, grinning.
That partly broke his roleplay, but he fixed that by taking one of Thana’s nipples and twisting it a bit. With his other hand, he raised her leg to rest on his shoulder. His dick now lay on top of her glistening wet cunt, resting on her clit.
“Are you happy about that?” John asked and slapped her other tit, her slender leg, stuck between his shoulder and neck, standing at a 90-degree angle.
“Yes,” Thana gasped.
“You are happy about talking back to me?” John said in a warning tone.
“No! No!” Thana backpedalled, “I am, aaaah,” he pinched her other nipple as well, “I am sorry for talking back, I sssswear!”
John slowly ground his hips back and forth. “What are you happy about then?!” he asked in an outraged manner. Messing with her when she was this submissive was just too fun.
“Th-aaaaah,” Thana couldn’t string a proper sentence together. To her luck, John wasn’t quite as adamant about it as Nathalia had been. “Th-that Lydia, AAAAAAH!” John interrupted her by biting her leg.
“Call her by her proper title!” he told the blood mage.
“That princess Lydia discovered a new kink for herself, that makes me happy!” Thana cried out, and as her reward, John plunged his cock into her in one swift motion.
From the scream and the sudden squirt that followed, everyone in the house could easily guess that Thana had just climaxed so hard that they (read: Aclysia) would need to change the sheets later. Indeed, the splattering against John’s crotch meant that he would have to take another shower after this. “Such a bad girl,” Lydia purred. “He didn’t allow you to cum.”
Thana didn’t get to retort to that. Before her orgasmic scream was over, Lydia had already descended back onto her face, and John was now pounding her. Her pussy was so wet that he glided in and out with almost no resistance. If she hadn’t been as tight as a latex glove around his cock, John would have doubted he would have even felt anything from pounding her.
However, she was that tight, and so he instead drowned himself in the wonderful feeling of her many folds rubbing along his shaft each time he pushed into her and the attempt to suck him back into her when he pulled out. Her pussy became even tighter as a second orgasm ravaged her body.
Stronger than the last one, this one made Thana’s body writhe under them. The fact that she stayed pinned between John and Lydia was attesting to the fact how much her control over her body had increased by now. Nobody was thrown off or hurled across the room. Instead, Lydia started moaning loudly as well, as the blood mage’s tongue ravaged her pussy.
John didn’t let up; he continued to fuck her just as hard as before. His eyes were focused on Lydia, in her ripped stockings, her destroyed shirt hanging loosely over her sides. Her braid, so orderly despite all of this happening, rose and fell, bouncing between her breasts, under heavy breaths and shifting movements.
He closed his eyes and imagined Thana. He could just see her rolled up eyes, the wonderful facets of violet barely visible, as one orgasm went right over into the next one. Her tongue plunged deep into Lydia’s eager crotch, just instinctively lapping to get whatever little of his spunk was still inside the princess.
A last thrust and his balls tightened, shot after shot unloading deep inside Thana, flooding her now secure birth canal, painting it with his lust. He was breathing heavily, and felt the sweat cover his body, by the time the last drop found its way into the crazy girl.
‘Why is sticking your dick in crazy this fucking great?’ John wanted to know as he pulled out.
Lydia climbed off Thana and pushed John down onto the sheet. “Do you have the endurance for one more round?” she asked.
Her eyes betrayed that ‘no’ as an answer would severely disappoint her here. The answer was, of course, his hard cock pressing against her sphincter. Sitting on top of him, she impaled herself. The initial movement was slow, as his dick, wet with Thana’s juices, widened her sphincter. Once his head was inside, however, she sank down with a deep groan.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she panted. “You stretch me so nicely, John. I feel sooo… fullllll.” As her insides were stretched by the length and girth of his rock-hard erection, John reached out to her clit and started rubbing it as Lydia went back up. “Oh, oh, fucking…” Lydia lost her otherwise so eloquent words in a haze of lust.
In a matter of a few strokes, their connection was well lubricated with precum and other juices. Lydia bounced on his cock like she was possessed by a succubus. The single goal, to get both of them off again before their bodies collapsed, meant that she went at the highest speed her weak legs allowed her.
John, who was feeling exhausted as well by now, met her with the last bit of energy he could muster as he fucked her in a fitting rhythm from below. Both clear in their goal to simply get off, moaned with reckless abandon.
Lydia came first and, actually, thrice before John felt his orgasm approach. The extreme love the princess had for getting her backdoor filled with John’s big dick was eminent as she continued to ride him. No matter how much her body protested, just wanting rest from the ceaseless assault of nerve-wrecking pleasure, their intercourse continued.
“I am…” John finally gasped, “I am cumming!” Their hips met with final ‘plap’, and then his balls tightened for the third time, pumping the thick, white liquid up his shaft, beyond the tight rim of the entrance and finally into her, where it coated her insides.
They both remained tense for several seconds, then Lydia slumped forwards. Quivering on top of his chest, as it rose and fell, the princess seemed perfectly content. It was rare to see her so at peace. “You certainly… are good for my stress management,” Lydia moaned, jokingly.
John laughed at that.
“Hey, Lydia, can we talk for a moment?” John asked, after knocking on the door to her room. It had been about an hour since they had gotten home, and he had not seen the princess since she had departed from the group back in the arena. The melody of her piano assured him that she was home, at the very least.
At first, he had hoped that this thing would blow over on its own. Either Thana or Lydia would surely be wise enough to just apologize to the other. Thana, somewhat predictably, wasn’t the person he could rely on for that. The wrecked bundle of nerves had collapsed on the sofa and begged John to do something about this before she made it even worse.
As he could easily see how Thana would manage to escalate the situation further, he agreed. His mind had spawned a very stupid plan to reconcile the two, which he was now putting into motion.
The melody stopped, and Lydia met him at the door. She had changed out of her uniform and into a more girly outfit. Of course, girly in the context of Lydia simply meant that it was something he could see other girls wearing. A dark green shirt, buttoned up and long sleeved with three pens orderly sorted in the breast pocket together with a long, dark skirt and stockings. Last of which, John knew for a fact, was actually her rapier in disguise.
“What is it?” she asked, nervously playing with that little bit of open hair that was under the iron ring that held her braid together. The braid, like most times, laid on her right shoulder. She knew exactly what John wanted to talk about.
“Have you heard about our eternal lord and saviour, the God-Emperor of Mankind?” John asked in the most serious tone he could muster. Lydia looked at him with a confused series of blinks.
“Pardon?” she finally asked.
“The God-Emperor of Mankind, he who sits upon the Golden Throne of Terra, the Throne World, and whose eternal light will guide us to salvation.”
“This is this 40k thing Rave keeps moaning about, I presume?” Lydia sighed. “What utter foolishness has brought you to annoy me about that at this time?”
“Want to play a round?” John suggested.
“This is hardly the time to play a board game,” the princess denied him and slowly closed the door again.
John got his foot between the frame and the door. “I am afraid I must insist, Lydia,” he said with a sigh and then got to the point. “If you keep holing yourself in there, that will probably have a serious impact on our team. You know that, right?”
Lydia pulled the door open again and sighed, “Is this some sort of ploy to get me to apologize to Thana?”
“How about you just talk it over without shouting at or threatening each other for a start?” John said with a calm smile and gestured out into the hallway.
Together, they went up to the second storey. John had taken one of the large, empty rooms up there and redecorated it. In addition to the standardized furniture, bed, desk, wardrobe and so on, there was now a desk with the model of a giant battlefield with crashed, gothic buildings and a half sunken spaceship on top of it. Also, lots and lots of figurines were standing on a second table, organized into neat little armies.
There was also Thana, who sat in one of the armchairs. Arms crossed and left leg jittering until the two of them entered, she waited. The moment they were in, she jumped up, opened her mouth to say something, immediately sat down again, and started clawing her hair out. “ARGH!” was the only sound she made.
“How articulate,” Lydia stated, her stern tone clad in irony.
“Fuck off, princess of buttplugs, I am seriously struggling here,” Thana said, and her eyes darted to Lydia’s throat. “I am sorry, okay!” the blood mage blurted out. “I shouldn’t have attacked you!”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Lydia agreed and rubbed her neck. Any bruise that may have been caused had been healed already. There was a pause in the conversation. Taking a deep breath, her eyes closed, the princess then added, “I am certain that I also overstepped boundaries within the confines of our verbal dispute. My apologies.”
This was going way better than John had expected. All he had needed to do was get the two of them in a room together. ‘Why are you all even more socially awkward than I am!?’ he wanted to know. ‘Even I, nerd prime, know that you have to talk about your problems! Maybe I am not giving myself enough credit... I have come a bit since the stutter.’
“Thank fucking god,” Thana visibly relaxed, sliding halfway out of her chair. “Who, of course, does not exist. I thought I fucked up majorly.”
“You added insult to injury,” John told her, for the second time. He had already gone over what she had done wrong, in length, on the way back.
“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t comment on the obvious pile of shit all the time, you can smell it yourself.” Thana waved off. “Got it.”
“I don’t think you did,” Lydia said but went over to Thana. Her steel coloured eyes stared down on the blood mage, who looked back in confusion. Lydia’s arm slowly travelled forwards until she presented her hand to the blood mage.
Hesitatingly she took it. They didn’t shake on it or anything, simply two hands that met for a moment. “How about a kiss to get this over with?” John, jokingly (but not really joking) suggested.
Lydia hummed, “I suppose you do deserve some shape of reward for your troubles.”
She looked back over to Thana, who smirked, “Ey, I am up for whatever perverse crap you guys come up with.”
Their hands departed, and Lydia, who was about the size of John, bowed down to the small woman. One arm resting on the chair, the other gently caressing Thana’s face, their lips closed in on each other. A lustrous red and a pale purple simply pushed against each other, then their mouths opened and they intertwined.
A small gap appeared between their lips, as their tongues probed forward and then whirled around each other for a moment. Sensually, their lips locked again and slowly closed, eventually separating. Only to meet again, now in a more heated exchange of saliva. Small moans escaped Thana as Lydia took charge and pushed her back down into the chair.
When they finally separated, a strand of saliva connected their extended tongues for a few centimetres, only to break when they both looked over to John. Lydia raised her eyebrows in surprise while Thana only snickered. The Gamer was already naked.
“What?” he asked with a wide smirk. “Are we not doing this?”
“We are doing this,” Lydia said and began to straighten back up, possibly to walk over to the bed. John, who had been majorly limited in his sexual activity the past three days, would not wait. He used Blink to get directly behind Lydia, a rather pompous waste of mana, and then pulled up her long skirt until her ass was on full display.
Lydia simply went with the flow and bent back over the chair, holding her balance by putting both of her hands on the back while continuing to kiss Thana. Behind her, John licked his lips as he looked at her beautiful ass in the stockings that went up to her hips.
In his whole harem, Lydia was probably one of the least sexy girls. However, being last in an assortment of athletic supermodel contenders still put her far above the average girl. He squeezed her soft buttocks; the elastic fabric of the form changing metal had very little in the way of ruining the feeling.
“Tell me, John,” Lydia panted, the situation was starting to get to her head, “do you want to fuck me with or without the stockings?”
“With,” John said with utmost certainty, “definitely with!”
“You have permission to destroy whatever of my wardrobe is in the way then,” she said. The stockings ripped open in a believable fashion, courtesy of Lydia’s powers, and revealed blue panties underneath.
John ripped the bothersome cloth off her immediately. Next, he tore the long skirt, threatening to slide down and hide the view from him, off Lydia’s waist by ripping the cloth apart and tossing it over his shoulder. He could have tried finding whatever was keeping the skirt in place and removing it naturally, but presented with the opportunity, he decided to ravage the thing instead.
“Can I do that too?” Thana asked with a smirk. She didn’t even wait for the answer, which would have been a yes anyway, to come before ripping open Lydia’s shirt. Buttons were sent flying as they popped off; a moment later Thana had also made short work of Lydia’s bra. “If I can’t get the dick, I am taking these puppies,” the blood mage giggled, fondling the princess’ breasts. The extreme care with which she executed each motion, always wary of her own power, made it a tender caress, a stark contrast to the rough motions that preceded it.
As the wetness of Lydia's pussy started to overflow, John aligned his cock and pushed inside. A throaty moan, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, escaped Lydia. “Would much rather have it up the ass, would you?” John asked as he started a slow rhythm.
“Yes,” Lydia gasped in a raspy tone. Thana carefully extended her tongue and flicked it against the princess’ left nipple. “You know my preferenhhnces John…”
“Don’t you worry,” John groaned as he picked up the pace, “I will get to that, later.”
He thrust hard into her, sending a shock through her whole body that made Lydia’s knees buckle under the sudden pleasure. Thana found the princess’ average tits pressed into her face as Lydia slumped forwards. Granting no chance to recover, the Gamer immediately entered a steady pace. Lydia could only concentrate on not losing her balance. Her held back moans reverberated from her red lips.
“Aaaaah!” a sudden outburst, coming after John ran his thumb over her sphincter and applied some soft pressure. “Oh…mother of metal…” she panted as the first segment of John’s thumb pushed into her back entrance. Her ass and pussy, even though they were being used on the daily nowadays, were still as tight as the first time John had her.
The wet folds massaged the whole length of his dick each time he thrust into her. She was quivering, tightening in an impending orgasm. Aware that he would cum soon as well if he maintained this speed, John pulled back his thumb and inserted his middle finger instead. Soon the index finger joined, stretching the hole further and coercing more open moans from Lydia.
It was always the same with the proud Prussian princess: only when the dam was about to burst, did she allow herself to moan openly. Finally, his ring finger found its way inside as well, turning her moans into screams as her walls around John’s dick contracted strongly and she came. A few more thrusts, all of which made her scream even louder, caused her back to arch up a little bit more, and John joined her with a groan.
Spurts of thick seed flooded into Lydia’s wanting pussy. The load was roughly twice the amount John shot when he had first gotten his hands on these powers. Thanks to his increases in Libido since, this amount was baseline for him, and he was thankful that all of his girls were on some sort of birth control. Otherwise, he was sure to knock up someone.
This way, however, he could enjoy the sensation of being balls deep inside the princess as her pussy milked the very last drop from him. Accompanied by Lydia’s loud panting, John slowly pulled backwards, despite her vagina very clearly wanting him to stay inside.
“Let’s go to the bed now,” John said with a look at Thana. He would have loved to fuck her much in the same way, but she was simply not tall enough. He would have to go into an uncomfortable, quarter-squatting pose to find the right angle.
His eyes must have said everything. “Fuck you, I can mutate to grow another 20 centimetres… I just don’t want to!” Thana shouted angrily. They made their way over to the bed; the blood mage continued to angrily grumble some very unerotic things.
That stopped immediately when John picked her up and threw her onto the bed. “Just shut up, Thana,” John told her in a domineering tone. The effect was immediate, her amethyst eyes turning glassy and obedient. The metal ring that held her bra was soon undone, and the leather piece of underwear flew away.
“I have an idea how to shut her up for good.” Lydia, still a bit wobbly on her legs, straddled over Thana’s face. “You can eat John’s cum out of my pussy,” she said with a faint smile.
“Sounds fucking awesome!” Thana agreed and therefore put her tongue to use, trying to get as much of the delightful seed as she could.
In the meantime, John was trailing down her body with his tongue. Starting at her collarbone, he drew a wet trail downwards. He stopped at her average sized breasts, looking big on her otherwise small frame, to bite down on her nipple. During the aggressive nibbling, he sucked on it as well, until a definite mark appeared on her squishy flesh. John pulled back and felt that slight sting of disappointment when it healed almost faster than it could enter his field of view.
Thana’s pale skin was as unblemished as ever, porcelain with a blueish hue; her pale pink nipple, sharing the slight change in colour, showed no remainder of a bite mark. Ignoring his inner sadist for the moment, John continued his path downwards. Between her legs as he was, he needed to inch back every so often.
As he travelled over her flat stomach, he nibbled at her skin. The muscles underneath shifted and vibrated as her lungs filled from the breaths Lydia allowed her and then spent that precious air in moans of growing frustration. Having learned from Nathalia’s lesson in the arena, the blood mage was denying herself any sort of self-pleasuring. The only things she felt right now were the wonderful taste of the mingling of Lydia’s honey and John’s seed and the latter’s slow journey to her wet quim.
The black leather of her lower piece was soaked. Sticking to her skin, even as John removed it, multiple strands of the sticky love juices of Thana’s crotch were strung along. One by one, they fell, and John tossed the piece aside and…
…completely ignored her pussy in favour of now running his tongue up her leg. A frustrated groan could be heard, and John interrupted what he was doing to sit up straight. He gestured to Lydia to raise her ass from Thana’s face for a moment.
“I am sorry for that. Please, just fuck me already!” Thana cried out, her eyes pleading and glassy.
John slapped her left tit, and a lustful groan shook through her body. “I will fuck you when I please and you will shut your mouth. Pliable pieces of meat don’t have an option, they get eaten up when their owner pleases,” John told her. The wetness between Thana’s legs seemed to increase following his harsh rebuke, but she wasn’t the only one who liked what he just said.
Lydia bit her lip and smiled crookedly at the same time. “I have to admit, seeing you take charge of this insufferable maniac like that is incredibly seductive,” she said.
“Hear that, Thana, at least your backtalk was good for something,” John said, grinning.
That partly broke his roleplay, but he fixed that by taking one of Thana’s nipples and twisting it a bit. With his other hand, he raised her leg to rest on his shoulder. His dick now lay on top of her glistening wet cunt, resting on her clit.
“Are you happy about that?” John asked and slapped her other tit, her slender leg, stuck between his shoulder and neck, standing at a 90-degree angle.
“Yes,” Thana gasped.
“You are happy about talking back to me?” John said in a warning tone.
“No! No!” Thana backpedalled, “I am, aaaah,” he pinched her other nipple as well, “I am sorry for talking back, I sssswear!”
John slowly ground his hips back and forth. “What are you happy about then?!” he asked in an outraged manner. Messing with her when she was this submissive was just too fun.
“Th-aaaaah,” Thana couldn’t string a proper sentence together. To her luck, John wasn’t quite as adamant about it as Nathalia had been. “Th-that Lydia, AAAAAAH!” John interrupted her by biting her leg.
“Call her by her proper title!” he told the blood mage.
“That princess Lydia discovered a new kink for herself, that makes me happy!” Thana cried out, and as her reward, John plunged his cock into her in one swift motion.
From the scream and the sudden squirt that followed, everyone in the house could easily guess that Thana had just climaxed so hard that they (read: Aclysia) would need to change the sheets later. Indeed, the splattering against John’s crotch meant that he would have to take another shower after this. “Such a bad girl,” Lydia purred. “He didn’t allow you to cum.”
Thana didn’t get to retort to that. Before her orgasmic scream was over, Lydia had already descended back onto her face, and John was now pounding her. Her pussy was so wet that he glided in and out with almost no resistance. If she hadn’t been as tight as a latex glove around his cock, John would have doubted he would have even felt anything from pounding her.
However, she was that tight, and so he instead drowned himself in the wonderful feeling of her many folds rubbing along his shaft each time he pushed into her and the attempt to suck him back into her when he pulled out. Her pussy became even tighter as a second orgasm ravaged her body.
Stronger than the last one, this one made Thana’s body writhe under them. The fact that she stayed pinned between John and Lydia was attesting to the fact how much her control over her body had increased by now. Nobody was thrown off or hurled across the room. Instead, Lydia started moaning loudly as well, as the blood mage’s tongue ravaged her pussy.
John didn’t let up; he continued to fuck her just as hard as before. His eyes were focused on Lydia, in her ripped stockings, her destroyed shirt hanging loosely over her sides. Her braid, so orderly despite all of this happening, rose and fell, bouncing between her breasts, under heavy breaths and shifting movements.
He closed his eyes and imagined Thana. He could just see her rolled up eyes, the wonderful facets of violet barely visible, as one orgasm went right over into the next one. Her tongue plunged deep into Lydia’s eager crotch, just instinctively lapping to get whatever little of his spunk was still inside the princess.
A last thrust and his balls tightened, shot after shot unloading deep inside Thana, flooding her now secure birth canal, painting it with his lust. He was breathing heavily, and felt the sweat cover his body, by the time the last drop found its way into the crazy girl.
‘Why is sticking your dick in crazy this fucking great?’ John wanted to know as he pulled out.
Lydia climbed off Thana and pushed John down onto the sheet. “Do you have the endurance for one more round?” she asked.
Her eyes betrayed that ‘no’ as an answer would severely disappoint her here. The answer was, of course, his hard cock pressing against her sphincter. Sitting on top of him, she impaled herself. The initial movement was slow, as his dick, wet with Thana’s juices, widened her sphincter. Once his head was inside, however, she sank down with a deep groan.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she panted. “You stretch me so nicely, John. I feel sooo… fullllll.” As her insides were stretched by the length and girth of his rock-hard erection, John reached out to her clit and started rubbing it as Lydia went back up. “Oh, oh, fucking…” Lydia lost her otherwise so eloquent words in a haze of lust.
In a matter of a few strokes, their connection was well lubricated with precum and other juices. Lydia bounced on his cock like she was possessed by a succubus. The single goal, to get both of them off again before their bodies collapsed, meant that she went at the highest speed her weak legs allowed her.
John, who was feeling exhausted as well by now, met her with the last bit of energy he could muster as he fucked her in a fitting rhythm from below. Both clear in their goal to simply get off, moaned with reckless abandon.
Lydia came first and, actually, thrice before John felt his orgasm approach. The extreme love the princess had for getting her backdoor filled with John’s big dick was eminent as she continued to ride him. No matter how much her body protested, just wanting rest from the ceaseless assault of nerve-wrecking pleasure, their intercourse continued.
“I am…” John finally gasped, “I am cumming!” Their hips met with final ‘plap’, and then his balls tightened for the third time, pumping the thick, white liquid up his shaft, beyond the tight rim of the entrance and finally into her, where it coated her insides.
They both remained tense for several seconds, then Lydia slumped forwards. Quivering on top of his chest, as it rose and fell, the princess seemed perfectly content. It was rare to see her so at peace. “You certainly… are good for my stress management,” Lydia moaned, jokingly.
John laughed at that.
