“Fuck no, I am comfortable,” Metra declared in an angry tone; “You can get bent later; I am riding this master right here until he dies or I get tired!”

“Metra, calm down, we can continue this afterwards,” John said and got the blonde to rear her head.

“Tsk,” she clicked her tongue as their contract compelled her to obey the request. She could have struggled for quite a while, but she noticed from where the wind was blowing. “Fine! Momo, Aclysia, you, me, next possible room. Now!”

“I am gonna give ya some space,” Rave said and winked at Lydia, “‘cause I am a reasonable adult who needs no regulations.” With that everyone except the metal mage and John left the room. He waved after them and gave Rave a thankful glance. She smiled back, her glossy lips forming four silent words: ‘Go get her, tiger.’

The Gamer stood up, his mighty erection pointing straight ahead, and stepped towards the queen in his harem. Wordless, they embraced each other in a wet wrestling of tongues that came along with the beautiful nothings of lovers soon departed. Of course, those beautiful nothings in Lydia’s case were a bit demanding, as well as awkward.

“You better make this a good last time, you sexy videogamer,” she put out there as John lowered her down to the table. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and so he had no other choice but to bow down with her as her back hit the polished wooden surface. Heated skin immediately caused a condensed outline to appear around her.

“I know my abs are glorious, but just calling me sexy seems a bit overblown,” John laughed as his answer, a sound that quickly came to a halt as Lydia sighed. Her dark blue eyes reflected her seriousness as well as slightly hurt pride. Having no idea, and showing that plainly on his face, why she felt either of these things, John just blinked at her.

A few pieces of metal flew off her clothes and melded together into a smooth, reflecting surface to show John’s face in the mirror. Not exactly the thing he wanted to look at when he had an erection. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed?” Lydia asked him, “the fact that you have been becoming better looking by the day?”

“Uhm…” John narrowed his eyes. Well, it was true that he no longer had any pimples, but that had been true for a while. Although his jawline looked a fair bit sharper and his cheekbones seemed more defined. Actually, yeah, he looked way better, although he would need to look at an old photo to make sure just how big the difference was. It wasn’t like his face went through any great restructuring bits, but it was fair to say the changes elevated him from ‘average’ to ‘hot’ although he wasn’t at ‘lip biting when he walked by you on the sidewalk’ levels yet. “Can’t say I have noticed,” he admitted, “but now that you say it. Must be my raised Charisma slowly affecting how I look.”

Why did it take gradual effect instead of changing his body immediately like Strength and Endurance had? Maybe because the change of his muscles was less obvious for normal people? Well, this was a thought-hole he didn’t want to get into right now. He took the flattened metal from Lydia and tossed it aside to get a look at her beautiful face again, instead of staring in his own eyes.

Finding hers averted, he lifted one of his hands from next to her head to gently glide over the side of her neck up to her chin and caressed her naturally red lips with his thumb. “What’s bothering you?”

“Annoying pheromone reactions within my brain,” Lydia said; “I know I am the least attractive within the parameters of the girls in your lover’s arrangement. That is, however, a really tall bar to complain about.”

“You can say that again,” John had to mock her a bit; “Being the least attractive of my girls is like being at the bottom of the 1% of the richest people on earth.” He didn’t expect that to be particularly calming, so he leaned down instead to give her a quick kiss. “But I would never think of any of you as anything less than beautiful.”

How could he even try? It was true that Lydia had the least exciting body of his girls. Her hair was a plain brown, in the sunlight there was nice copper shimmer to it but that wasn’t the case in the dimmed light of the curtained conference room. Her breasts were at the upper edge of a B-cup, not particularly much to look at, and her ass was average in terms of his harem.

However, he had to force himself to downplay everything about her to say these things. She still had a flat stomach and meticulous skin, and just because she didn’t have a bubble butt the beauty of… well, there was nothing as beautiful as Rave’s butt except for Gaia’s behind so metaphors failed here…. Anyway, just because she didn’t have that it didn’t make the firm roundings of her ass any less attractive. She had a nice and soft body, less muscular than his melee focused girls but still toned from living in a dangerous environment. Her subpar breasts were crowned by pretty pink nipples of a darker shade, and she smelled of citrus.

“I do love you, Lydia Augusta, and in my mind none of you are competing in beauty,” he told her and earned himself a flattered smile. To the moan and tone of her voice, he kissed his way down her body, like he had done so many times before, leaving a particularly visible love bite on her neck.

“I love you too, John Newman, which makes it all the more annoying that you decide to leave anyway,” she lamented, her hands reaching out for the back of his head and lightly grappling onto his short hair.

“We will see each other again,” John promised as he kneeled under the edge of the table, passing the triangle of trimmed brown hair above the queen’s glistening crotch. “But let’s make this last time count!” With that he began his work on her clit.

At first, he was gentle, just slowly circling it with his mouth to wake up the body memory of Lydia, who surely recognized the frankly stupendous bonuses that magnified John’s expertise in pleasuring the female sex. Her pussy began to drip like crazy after about twenty seconds of that and other careful treatments. As always, the few moans that escaped Lydia’s lips at this early stage were muffled by her being naturally more silent.

With no hurry to break that status, John now escalated the situation with tormenting care. His tongue parted her eager folds and went as deep as it could, a rather easy form of penetration. Slurping sounds filled the room as he sucked on her clit, her pussy juices filling his mouth. She tasted sweet and a bit lemony, with a metallic note to it all that wasn’t at all unpleasant, just foreign.

Tongue travelling to any sensitive spot he knew about and which he could reach, he ate her out. Her pussy was oozing like crazy at that point, and he accelerated his pace. Mere moments later, her breathing went completely wild. With a throaty moan Lydia’s grip on his head intensified as her upper body raised from the table, her stomach wrinkling a bit as she looked down on John with feverish eyes.

“Fuck, yes, this is good… just… a bit… more…” she animated him with her sharp little bursts of outcries. “Yes, John, yeeeees,” her greyish blue eyes, lost in his for a moment, became hidden behind closed lids as she fell back onto the wooden surface and pressed her pussy against his eager tongue and her thighs crushed down on his head. With a flood of girlcum, Lydia’s first orgasm filled his mouth.

Interrupting his continuous assault on her senses, an attempt to overload her nerves with raw pleasure, for just a moment, John wetted his finger with some saliva. It was likely an unnecessary act, as his target was already covered in dribble from her pussy.

At first, he just gently rubbed her perfectly clean asshole. Then, at the height of her orgasm, he pushed two fingers through her tight sphincter and immediately caused her spine to arch up as she finally lost control over her voice and screamed loud enough to echo into the hallway. It was good that it was empty at this time of day, although John wasn’t all that concerned if anyone heard them. The entire manhood of Germany could know that he was giving their queen orgasms none of them could ever even hope to compare to, although the womanhood was also very welcome to compete for his favour to maybe experience something like that for themselves.

John kept his fingers digging into her rear entrance as he rose from the table. In an aggressive motion, he grabbed her neck and lightly choked her as he fixed her writhing body on the table. “You like that?” he grinned initiating a bit of dirty talk.

“Mother Metal, yes, I love that!” Lydia exclaimed.

“Maybe they should call you queen of sluts instead,” John teased, but that took it a step too far, and Lydia glared at him, an impressive feat to still look imposing while being choked with eyes glazed from multi orgasmic pleasure. “Okay, no sullying of the title, got it,” he apologized, eased his grip and fingered her asshole more aggressively; the endless flood from her pussy spoke to the fact that he would stay on her mind for a long time to come.

“You may sho-ah-ve your dick up my arse,” Lydia told him. John grinned, that was exactly the same thing she had said the first time they had sex.

However, his plans were much more thorough. “Don’t think we are ending this that early,” he announced, finally retracting his fingers and grabbing her hips instead as he pushed into her quivering pussy with perfect aim.

What followed wasn’t even a minute of rough hip-shaking. John wanted to get this first orgasm out as quickly as possible, having been left unpleasured in any way for the whole duration of his caressing of her body. After having just come out of Metra, he was understandably needing to cum.

The world went white for a moment, and his skin crawled with electrical signals as his balls tightened and he splattered her magically unfertilized womb with his seed. “Ah, fuck,” he exclaimed, “I needed that.”

Lydia was breathing so heavily and irregular at this point that watching her chest was like watching a heavy earthquake. “You can… fuck… my… arsehole…” she still managed to formulate.

“We are going to keep that for last,” John said and leaned in to kiss her one more time; “I am going to drench every bit of you in me. Don’t worry about the mess, Undine already told me she would be willing to clean up after us.”

A look between despair and desire crossed Lydia’s face as John started moving again. He fucked her pussy with movements specifically tailored to the queen, moving slow when she needed to breathe for a minute and hammering into her when she had the endurance to scream from one orgasm to the next. The next time he came, he blasted his seed over her stomach, then her tits. Afterwards he moved onto her mouth.

The warmth of her red lips enveloped him willingly, and she sucked him into her throat as he kneeled on the table, knees straddled next to her ears. He was in perfect position to throat-fuck her but instead left her to give him that first blowjob as she licked the awesome tasting spunk of his girth with her greedy tongue.

It was a prolonged pause for both of them, allowing John the five minutes that were needed to refill his sack just as Lydia used her temporary governing of the tempo to recover as far as she could. John retook control after cumming into her mouth once. Then he used her mouth for a few minutes and added her face and hair to the list of sullied body parts.

Finally, he climbed back off her and turned her on her stomach. Her legs were so jittery at this point that he had to actually help her. He gave her ass a nice smack while pressing the tip of his dick against her lightly stretched sphincter.

“I seemingly have to remind you,” Lydia said, her voice hoarse from the prolonged screaming and invasion of her throat, “that I am not nearly as masochistic as some of our other acquaintances.”

“I know, I am holding myself back here!” John defended himself as his hands dug into her ass. It squished nicely between his wanting fingers and rose between the depressions they caused.

“Just… saying… so you remain in control of yourself,” Lydia said, her body trembling as the Gamer slowly slipped past her sphincter. Then the widest part of his dick was inside her, and he slipped in all the way effortlessly. Immediately Lydia began to shout in her strained voice. Shouts of ecstasy, soon replaced by grunts and silence as her body decided that sounds were really the last place energy was needed right now.

Instead they went into an animalistic showdown over the course of the remainder of their encounter. Their time was running short, John was very well aware of that, and so he did what every man would do in that situation and gave it his all.

Lydia’s braid, messy by now from all the shaking, swung at the side of her head every time their hips met with a loud smack. The table creaked, being bolted to the floor and having nowhere to go. The tightness of her ass was only countered by the sheer amount of sexual fluids spread over his dick and her sphincter from everything that had led up to this point.

Their ecstasy reached its final height as the pain from being stretched totally subsided from Lydia and John was able to fuck her almost unobstructed. He slammed all the way inside her before semen pumped up his shaft and finally painted the inside of the last of Lydia’s holes in the colour of his seed.

Pulling out, he managed to fall backwards on the table instead of just collapsing on the floor. It wasn’t like he had pushed only Lydia to her limits, although Gamer’s Body would have him restore his stamina much quicker.

“I hope this will keep me in your mind for a while,” John panted.

“Maybe,” Lydia answered. A moment later, five trembling fingers enveloped his. Well, they attempted to, but it wasn’t until he moved his own that it was successful and they awkwardly hooked into each other. He turned to look at her and was met with a wide smile, one that revealed her teeth and left her eyes radiating with happiness under all that stern attitude. “This I will remember,” she said.

And John would as well, forever.