Whether the other girls were collectively not in the mood or saw that John wanted to enjoy some time with just one girl for once, he didn’t know. Fact was, only he and Salamander fell into the bed in John’s room.
Her lips, a shade deeper than the rest of her red body, curved into a wild smile. Eyes as black coal looked at him as they both laid on their sides. “Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to lay there and stare into my eyes?” Salamander asked.
“What was that?” John asked, “Sorry, I was busy staring into your eyes.”
“Okay, enough of this fancy shit,” Salamander put a hand on his face. Her hand was burning hot with desire, and her touch was only worsening the fever of lust that had ignited in John’s loins. The fire spirit closed the rest of the distance, and their lips met. Passion fuelled their feverish motions.
Her saliva was thick like olive oil but tasted of a smoky sweetness that had no equal John knew of. It mixed with his own as their tongues twirled. The heat of the fiery essence made John dizzy. Blood gathered in his cock, turning it rock hard.
Rolling on his back, pulling Salamander’s naked body over his, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Her pussy grinded along his shaft as they kept making out. Wet noises filled the room, accompanied by two moans when John slid into her effortlessly.
The inferno that was her pussy was as strong as ever. Slippery enough to move, lubricated by some sort of liquid fire that only spared him because Salamander willed it so, with walls that were almost non-existent yet were clearly there. This was a set of sensations he had actually gotten used to by now. He also knew exactly how crazy good this plasmatic pussy would make him feel once he started fucking her.
Which was exactly what he started to do. Rough, just like she preferred it. He kept her in his embrace, leaving her with next to no control over the situation. All Salamander could do was arch her upper body a bit and moan as he thrusted into her from below over and over again.
“Fuuu-u-u-uck yes,” she groaned. “Just you and me, Jonny, no one to annoy us for once!”
“Wanted to have me to your own that badly?” John pressed out the question through clenched teeth. The growing, swirling heat of her insides stoked him to ever faster thrusts.
Salamander’s tensed jumped with pleasure. Her large tits, squished between the two of them, rubbed over John’s chest. Her diamond hard nipples rubbed over his, something akin to a heartbeat drummed onto his body and gave him a rhythm to keep as he fucked her.
“It’s just a -ohfuckyes- a really rare thing nowadays,” Salamander pointed out. “Shit, for all I know everyone else may appear any second now.”
“Right now, you are the only one I want,” John told her and attempted to kiss her again. Salamander put a hand on his mouth.
“I told you, enough of the fancy shit,” she cackled; “Just get me off! Fuck me like there is no tomorrow!” She removed her hand, and he kissed her anyway.
“I can do that,” he then promised.
Every time his dick slammed deep into her, the fire inside her burned wilder. As if his movements were an inflammable cocktail, the inferno grew. More and more, the pleasure around him intensified.
Fucking Salamander wasn’t a thing that could be done with nice words and gentleness. The way her pussy reacted to roughness, how Salamander wanted everything to be wild and reckless, there could be and was no holding back when having sex with her, only marching onwards.
One should know what they were doing when playing with fire.
And if Salamander’s moans told him something, it was that he had learned his lessons well. “Oh, oh yes,” she gasped and grinned lewdly, her face still mere centimetres away from his; “Just a bit more, John, just a bit… oh, fuck, fuck, yes, I am cumming! I am…!”
She didn’t get to repeat it as a cry shook her entire body. The drumming on John’s chest intensified, the vibrations ripping through her body only adding on top. The flames that were engulfing his cock flickered wildly, writhing and burning pleasurably, an ecstatic prickling that caressed all of the sensitive spots, from the head to the underside of his dick, all the way down to where her quivering quim enveloped the base of his shaft.
He kept on going. Thrusting as she bucked. Thrusting as she screamed. Thrusting as she went wild. Salamander bit her lip. Her crimson hair swayed with every thrust. Her dark eyes filled with desire. Her orgasm was just slowly calming down when another one rippled through her; this time she wasn’t alone.
With a satisfied groan, John sheathed his dick completely inside her and stopped. His balls tightened. Seed rushed up his dick and shot into Salamander. Within mere moments, the fire spirit’s orgasmic cry turned into a full-on scream of pleasure, as the mana-filled cum dissolved inside her. He was content just staying inside the inferno, content to-
“Don’t you fucking dare stop moving!” Salamander hissed and finally freed herself from his hug, his body control sloppy during the height of his orgasm. She sat up and started riding him with erotic abandon.
For a moment the pleasure was almost painful, as his post-orgasmic sensitivity made his dick feel as if it was assaulted by tiny needles. His superhuman Libido and Gamer’s Body turned that ship around within a moment, and John was left to pant as he put his hands on Salamander’s hips and met her ride with his own thrusts.
“That’s the spirit!” the blaze elemental shouted, her voice manic from pleasure. She laughed loudly. John was barely listening. His eyes were firmly resting on the hypnotic swaying of her large tits. The firm pair of fun bags almost seemed to defy gravity with how firm they were. Yet, in the constant up and down, they obeyed the law of physics in the most enticing of ways.
“Fuck, you have great tits,” he finally blurted out and, following his hearts desires, curled to press his face into them. Being connected to his thoughts, Salamander leaned forwards to make it easier on him, and then John dug his hand into the voluptuous flesh.
The feeling of a nice, soft breast under his hand was something he could never tire of. Fondling her left breast as he cupped the other, pressing his lips on the nipple and sucking, he once more thanked Gaia for, despite being a sassy bitch at times (with a great ass), giving him the opportunity to get a girl that allowed him to do this stuff.
‘I have 11 girls that allow me to do this stuff,’ he realized for the hundredth or so time. Every time he struggled to believe how fucking awesome his life was. Not as awesome as Salamander’s rack though.
“You have 10 other girls that you can fuck with,” Salamander whispered moaningly. “But only I have tits like this.”
John sucked on her nipple for a little while longer, finally letting it go with a wet ‘pop’, before answering, “Siena and Nathalia come pretty close.”
“Granny has sa-mhm-ggy tits, and Siena… I’ll show you something she refuses to do after you come inside me aga-aaaah-in!” Salamander promised, occasionally interrupted as John played with her tits. She was extremely sensitive in that area, which was surprising seeing how big they were.
Cupping the underside of her tits to hold them up and marvel at them in their full size, John felt how his ecstasy slowly reached another highpoint. The inferno that was Salamander’s pussy hadn’t calmed down in the slightest. On the contrary, it was even worse than after her second orgasm. As long as the fire spirit was fucking him, it would never cool down.
Therefore, John was getting assaulted by a pussy that felt better and better the longer they went on. Salamander gyrating her hips did not help with the problem at hand. “You will -lordyes- have to show me that in just a bit then,” John groaned and fell back on the mattress, ignoring her tits in favour of hammering his cock into her scorching hot quim.
They both breathed heavily, redoubling their efforts to reach another simultaneous orgasm. Salamander was writhing as she impaled herself on his dick over and over again. Her back slumped forwards, arms resting to John’s side, just underneath his shoulders. Her heavy breasts were dangling, jiggling with every of their wild thrusts.
Finally, only a few more thrusts remained. The semen was boiling inside John’s balls. Salamander’s breath were quick and uncontrolled. “Ah-a-a-a-a, I a-a-ammmmhhhhhh,” she could barely form words, but that was more than John could do, He only gritted his teeth as the semen pumped up his shaft.
A giant load splurged into Salamander’s awaiting pussy, the blaze elemental’s back arched backwards as she howled at the ceiling. Her fiery sex was encapsulating John’s dick, at their shared height, with a fire of passion that could only be found in such wonderful unions of two minds interwoven. Pleasure swept from his mind to hers and back, intermingled. Two orgasms became one, were prolonged, John had one of those rare moments of experiencing multiple orgasms himself as he dumped a third load straight into her. The dispersing mana only made all of it worse.
John’s hips fell back into the mattress as his whole body relaxed. “Oh, hells yes,” Salamander got up on wobbly legs and almost fell down. Interest piqued, John followed as she positioned herself between his open legs, looking at him.
His dick was half limp after that latest orgasm, as if it was undecided if it could go another round or if that double-shot meant that his balls needed to recharge. Salamander shot him a sloppy grin, reflecting her half-cock drunk state. Bowing down, she gave his balls a gentle suck, before dragging her outstretched tongue up his shaft. That was all the motivation his dick needed.
The blaze elemental sucked him in deep, lathering him in her oily saliva as he got completely hard again. “Is that what you said Siena wouldn’t do?” John inquired as Salamander pulled back up.
The shadow spirit still refused to apply her mouth to do anything but ridicule and taunt whoever she was fucking at the time.
He was met with a mean grin. “Oh, it’s only part of it,” Salamander promised while rubbing the whole length of his cock until she was sure the mixture of precum and her saliva had made his dick nice and slippery. Then she inched her chest closer and wrapped her tits around his cock.
It nearly vanished from view, the twin mounds, no hills, of flesh had swallowed it up. John moaned as Salamander squished her tits together with her hands to increase the pressure. Smooth, hot skin was pressed on him from all sides. She shook her tits up and down, occasionally spitting on the head of John’s dick when it peeked out, to increase the lubrication that was now spreading onto her marshmallow soft meat.
“Would Siena ever do this?” Salamander hummed in a teasing tone and, satisfied with how easy it was to move, began to get more aggressive. It wasn’t just an up and down, Salamander was also using her hands to move her tits around, squish them with variable levels of pressure. It was a hellish experience, which John thoroughly enjoyed.
“Give me a few more weeks, I will get her there,” John grunted. “Then I will get you to give me a double titjob.”
“Sounds really fucking great,” Salamander said, her voice panting. John wasn’t the only one who enjoyed this. “Fuck,” the blaze elemental cursed gaspingly, “this feels really good.”
“Careful, you might cum from it,” John joked.
“I just... mhmight,” Salamander responded with complete honesty and started moving faster.
Her mouth hung open, and she was moaning openly as she shook her tits in an attempt to get herself off. John loved the sight and sensation, but he also wanted to be more than a dildo to test things on.
“Suck the head,” he therefore instructed.
Salamander snapped out of her self-centered daze. “Whatever you say,” she responded in a slightly annoyed tone. Stretching her neck, she managed to get the head of his dick into her mouth. It wasn’t that much more pleasuring, at least not physically, but the feeling of being in control was just deeply satisfying to John.
He watched as Salamander’s movements escalated, her hands moving quicker, her tongue circling around his dick. The vibrations her every moan sent down his shaft were getting stronger by the second, and he himself felt another orgasm approaching. It was only a matter of time The second his passive filled his balls again he was going to cum.
‘You can stop sucking now!’ John gave her the mental command mere moments before his balls tightened. Salamander reacted with hesitation, partially willed, partially caused by a small orgasm shaking her body at the same moment.
The first spurt filled her mouth with that magical taste his semen had. For the second she had pulled back and let it splatter over face. It landed over her eye and nose, as she breathed raggedly. More of his spunk quickly followed, strands of cum layering on her face. The last few spurts landed on her tits. White goo on wonderful, soft flesh.
Grinning and trembling with aftershocks, Salamander looked at her white-painted tits with a huge grin. “Fuck, yes... stud,” she purred and panted. “Let's do that again!”
He had no reason to refuse and every reason to agree.
Whether the other girls were collectively not in the mood or saw that John wanted to enjoy some time with just one girl for once, he didn’t know. Fact was, only he and Salamander fell into the bed in John’s room.
Her lips, a shade deeper than the rest of her red body, curved into a wild smile. Eyes as black coal looked at him as they both laid on their sides. “Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to lay there and stare into my eyes?” Salamander asked.
“What was that?” John asked, “Sorry, I was busy staring into your eyes.”
“Okay, enough of this fancy shit,” Salamander put a hand on his face. Her hand was burning hot with desire, and her touch was only worsening the fever of lust that had ignited in John’s loins. The fire spirit closed the rest of the distance, and their lips met. Passion fuelled their feverish motions.
Her saliva was thick like olive oil but tasted of a smoky sweetness that had no equal John knew of. It mixed with his own as their tongues twirled. The heat of the fiery essence made John dizzy. Blood gathered in his cock, turning it rock hard.
Rolling on his back, pulling Salamander’s naked body over his, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Her pussy grinded along his shaft as they kept making out. Wet noises filled the room, accompanied by two moans when John slid into her effortlessly.
The inferno that was her pussy was as strong as ever. Slippery enough to move, lubricated by some sort of liquid fire that only spared him because Salamander willed it so, with walls that were almost non-existent yet were clearly there. This was a set of sensations he had actually gotten used to by now. He also knew exactly how crazy good this plasmatic pussy would make him feel once he started fucking her.
Which was exactly what he started to do. Rough, just like she preferred it. He kept her in his embrace, leaving her with next to no control over the situation. All Salamander could do was arch her upper body a bit and moan as he thrusted into her from below over and over again.
“Fuuu-u-u-uck yes,” she groaned. “Just you and me, Jonny, no one to annoy us for once!”
“Wanted to have me to your own that badly?” John pressed out the question through clenched teeth. The growing, swirling heat of her insides stoked him to ever faster thrusts.
Salamander’s tensed jumped with pleasure. Her large tits, squished between the two of them, rubbed over John’s chest. Her diamond hard nipples rubbed over his, something akin to a heartbeat drummed onto his body and gave him a rhythm to keep as he fucked her.
“It’s just a -ohfuckyes- a really rare thing nowadays,” Salamander pointed out. “Shit, for all I know everyone else may appear any second now.”
“Right now, you are the only one I want,” John told her and attempted to kiss her again. Salamander put a hand on his mouth.
“I told you, enough of the fancy shit,” she cackled; “Just get me off! Fuck me like there is no tomorrow!” She removed her hand, and he kissed her anyway.
“I can do that,” he then promised.
Every time his dick slammed deep into her, the fire inside her burned wilder. As if his movements were an inflammable cocktail, the inferno grew. More and more, the pleasure around him intensified.
Fucking Salamander wasn’t a thing that could be done with nice words and gentleness. The way her pussy reacted to roughness, how Salamander wanted everything to be wild and reckless, there could be and was no holding back when having sex with her, only marching onwards.
One should know what they were doing when playing with fire.
And if Salamander’s moans told him something, it was that he had learned his lessons well. “Oh, oh yes,” she gasped and grinned lewdly, her face still mere centimetres away from his; “Just a bit more, John, just a bit… oh, fuck, fuck, yes, I am cumming! I am…!”
She didn’t get to repeat it as a cry shook her entire body. The drumming on John’s chest intensified, the vibrations ripping through her body only adding on top. The flames that were engulfing his cock flickered wildly, writhing and burning pleasurably, an ecstatic prickling that caressed all of the sensitive spots, from the head to the underside of his dick, all the way down to where her quivering quim enveloped the base of his shaft.
He kept on going. Thrusting as she bucked. Thrusting as she screamed. Thrusting as she went wild. Salamander bit her lip. Her crimson hair swayed with every thrust. Her dark eyes filled with desire. Her orgasm was just slowly calming down when another one rippled through her; this time she wasn’t alone.
With a satisfied groan, John sheathed his dick completely inside her and stopped. His balls tightened. Seed rushed up his dick and shot into Salamander. Within mere moments, the fire spirit’s orgasmic cry turned into a full-on scream of pleasure, as the mana-filled cum dissolved inside her. He was content just staying inside the inferno, content to-
“Don’t you fucking dare stop moving!” Salamander hissed and finally freed herself from his hug, his body control sloppy during the height of his orgasm. She sat up and started riding him with erotic abandon.
For a moment the pleasure was almost painful, as his post-orgasmic sensitivity made his dick feel as if it was assaulted by tiny needles. His superhuman Libido and Gamer’s Body turned that ship around within a moment, and John was left to pant as he put his hands on Salamander’s hips and met her ride with his own thrusts.
“That’s the spirit!” the blaze elemental shouted, her voice manic from pleasure. She laughed loudly. John was barely listening. His eyes were firmly resting on the hypnotic swaying of her large tits. The firm pair of fun bags almost seemed to defy gravity with how firm they were. Yet, in the constant up and down, they obeyed the law of physics in the most enticing of ways.
“Fuck, you have great tits,” he finally blurted out and, following his hearts desires, curled to press his face into them. Being connected to his thoughts, Salamander leaned forwards to make it easier on him, and then John dug his hand into the voluptuous flesh.
The feeling of a nice, soft breast under his hand was something he could never tire of. Fondling her left breast as he cupped the other, pressing his lips on the nipple and sucking, he once more thanked Gaia for, despite being a sassy bitch at times (with a great ass), giving him the opportunity to get a girl that allowed him to do this stuff.
‘I have 11 girls that allow me to do this stuff,’ he realized for the hundredth or so time. Every time he struggled to believe how fucking awesome his life was. Not as awesome as Salamander’s rack though.
“You have 10 other girls that you can fuck with,” Salamander whispered moaningly. “But only I have tits like this.”
John sucked on her nipple for a little while longer, finally letting it go with a wet ‘pop’, before answering, “Siena and Nathalia come pretty close.”
“Granny has sa-mhm-ggy tits, and Siena… I’ll show you something she refuses to do after you come inside me aga-aaaah-in!” Salamander promised, occasionally interrupted as John played with her tits. She was extremely sensitive in that area, which was surprising seeing how big they were.
Cupping the underside of her tits to hold them up and marvel at them in their full size, John felt how his ecstasy slowly reached another highpoint. The inferno that was Salamander’s pussy hadn’t calmed down in the slightest. On the contrary, it was even worse than after her second orgasm. As long as the fire spirit was fucking him, it would never cool down.
Therefore, John was getting assaulted by a pussy that felt better and better the longer they went on. Salamander gyrating her hips did not help with the problem at hand. “You will -lordyes- have to show me that in just a bit then,” John groaned and fell back on the mattress, ignoring her tits in favour of hammering his cock into her scorching hot quim.
They both breathed heavily, redoubling their efforts to reach another simultaneous orgasm. Salamander was writhing as she impaled herself on his dick over and over again. Her back slumped forwards, arms resting to John’s side, just underneath his shoulders. Her heavy breasts were dangling, jiggling with every of their wild thrusts.
Finally, only a few more thrusts remained. The semen was boiling inside John’s balls. Salamander’s breath were quick and uncontrolled. “Ah-a-a-a-a, I a-a-ammmmhhhhhh,” she could barely form words, but that was more than John could do, He only gritted his teeth as the semen pumped up his shaft.
A giant load splurged into Salamander’s awaiting pussy, the blaze elemental’s back arched backwards as she howled at the ceiling. Her fiery sex was encapsulating John’s dick, at their shared height, with a fire of passion that could only be found in such wonderful unions of two minds interwoven. Pleasure swept from his mind to hers and back, intermingled. Two orgasms became one, were prolonged, John had one of those rare moments of experiencing multiple orgasms himself as he dumped a third load straight into her. The dispersing mana only made all of it worse.
John’s hips fell back into the mattress as his whole body relaxed. “Oh, hells yes,” Salamander got up on wobbly legs and almost fell down. Interest piqued, John followed as she positioned herself between his open legs, looking at him.
His dick was half limp after that latest orgasm, as if it was undecided if it could go another round or if that double-shot meant that his balls needed to recharge. Salamander shot him a sloppy grin, reflecting her half-cock drunk state. Bowing down, she gave his balls a gentle suck, before dragging her outstretched tongue up his shaft. That was all the motivation his dick needed.
The blaze elemental sucked him in deep, lathering him in her oily saliva as he got completely hard again. “Is that what you said Siena wouldn’t do?” John inquired as Salamander pulled back up.
The shadow spirit still refused to apply her mouth to do anything but ridicule and taunt whoever she was fucking at the time.
He was met with a mean grin. “Oh, it’s only part of it,” Salamander promised while rubbing the whole length of his cock until she was sure the mixture of precum and her saliva had made his dick nice and slippery. Then she inched her chest closer and wrapped her tits around his cock.
It nearly vanished from view, the twin mounds, no hills, of flesh had swallowed it up. John moaned as Salamander squished her tits together with her hands to increase the pressure. Smooth, hot skin was pressed on him from all sides. She shook her tits up and down, occasionally spitting on the head of John’s dick when it peeked out, to increase the lubrication that was now spreading onto her marshmallow soft meat.
“Would Siena ever do this?” Salamander hummed in a teasing tone and, satisfied with how easy it was to move, began to get more aggressive. It wasn’t just an up and down, Salamander was also using her hands to move her tits around, squish them with variable levels of pressure. It was a hellish experience, which John thoroughly enjoyed.
“Give me a few more weeks, I will get her there,” John grunted. “Then I will get you to give me a double titjob.”
“Sounds really fucking great,” Salamander said, her voice panting. John wasn’t the only one who enjoyed this. “Fuck,” the blaze elemental cursed gaspingly, “this feels really good.”
“Careful, you might cum from it,” John joked.
“I just... mhmight,” Salamander responded with complete honesty and started moving faster.
Her mouth hung open, and she was moaning openly as she shook her tits in an attempt to get herself off. John loved the sight and sensation, but he also wanted to be more than a dildo to test things on.
“Suck the head,” he therefore instructed.
Salamander snapped out of her self-centered daze. “Whatever you say,” she responded in a slightly annoyed tone. Stretching her neck, she managed to get the head of his dick into her mouth. It wasn’t that much more pleasuring, at least not physically, but the feeling of being in control was just deeply satisfying to John.
He watched as Salamander’s movements escalated, her hands moving quicker, her tongue circling around his dick. The vibrations her every moan sent down his shaft were getting stronger by the second, and he himself felt another orgasm approaching. It was only a matter of time The second his passive filled his balls again he was going to cum.
‘You can stop sucking now!’ John gave her the mental command mere moments before his balls tightened. Salamander reacted with hesitation, partially willed, partially caused by a small orgasm shaking her body at the same moment.
The first spurt filled her mouth with that magical taste his semen had. For the second she had pulled back and let it splatter over face. It landed over her eye and nose, as she breathed raggedly. More of his spunk quickly followed, strands of cum layering on her face. The last few spurts landed on her tits. White goo on wonderful, soft flesh.
Grinning and trembling with aftershocks, Salamander looked at her white-painted tits with a huge grin. “Fuck, yes... stud,” she purred and panted. “Let's do that again!”
He had no reason to refuse and every reason to agree.
