“Oh, thank god,” John said; his HP had been getting pretty low. Towards the end a group of Necroozes had actually managed to spill into the bunker. The steady increase of enemies, with Raincallers spawning and then making more Un-damned spawn which then caused John and consorts to kill more Un-damned which caused more Raincallers to spawn, starting the whole thing over again, was vicious.

Halfway through John had actually resorted to a ‘delay, don’t kill’ tactic, because he had a feeling of where the wind had been blowing. From that point onwards they had been killing as little as possible. Of course, Metra didn’t share that view and happily continued decimating, which complicated things tremendously. In the end it came down to thirty second desperate last stand where John was ready to pull the Escape Rope action at any moment.

Thankfully, he hadn’t done that, and now he had gotten that level he wanted. He was also witness to how loot in Assault worked for the first time, which was in the shape of it suddenly appearing wherever there had been a successful kill. With the rain of necrotic energy over, he then delegated everyone to pick up some of the stuff.

“My timing is perfect as ever,” Rave suddenly appeared next to him, startling her boyfriend immensely.

“Christ, where did you suddenly come from?!” he asked her.

“I opened the door and stepped in… although there now is no door,” she explained, looking around herself. “Was confused when it was locked. Guess it won’t let people enter into ongoing dungeons?”

“That would be the assumption, yes,” John answered and then was witness to a very dangerous phenomenon in the shape of a question he should have asked himself way earlier.

What happened when a super pissed Metra suddenly had nothing left to kill?

The answer (at least with him) was, find her master, nakedly tackle him at easily 50 km/h, thus ripping him to the floor and immediately tearing his pants open, then look at his currently limp dick and go right at it. Her stat increase (capping out at 300% at the end) did increase Libido after all, so this shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

Either way, he found himself growled at, “You just lie there, I need something hard and I need something inside me and I need it fast.” Now, normally he would have taken the challenge. He much preferred fighting for control with his more dominating leaning girls, that way they got turns being the one advancing the lewdness. Seldomly he completely gave it up when requested. This would be one of those rare times, mostly because of the hand pressing against his lower abdomen. It didn’t pain him or anything, but it made sure he remained in place and had no other choice than to do so.

“Oh, I am getting all in on that action,” Rave giggled, stripping in the background.

‘Curses that I got a girlfriend who is a sadist herself!’ John thought, having fooled himself into expecting help from her to take the wheel back. Instead the two of them soon were face to face, working on his dick.

At first, they took turns. One mouth enveloped his cock, then the other. ‘Actually, this isn’t so bad,’ John thought as one of his few unfulfilled fantasies finally came true. Metra and Rave, both slobbering over his dick, with their so similar faces like some sort of biracial twins. Which John had recently learned were actually a (very rare) thing.

While Metra was sucking his almost erect dick, Rave whispered something into her ear. There was an amused glint in her eyes, and a moment later her hair, usually bound in that ponytail, fell in a cascade of dirty blonde. With Rave’s hair having recently grown a good bit, the two of them now looked even more alike.

Then they changed their strategy. Without a single further word of communication, they began kissing his dick from either side. Sliding over the length in unison. Teasing the underside with their long tongues. Making out around the tip of his now fully erect shaft. Blue and green eyes glancing at him at the same time, the former amused, the latter burning with battle ignited lust.

“I am about to… cum…” he groaned, but the girls lapping at his cock didn’t seem to care. Rave kissed that sensitive spot right beneath the glans with her soft lips, and with that he was a goner. His balls tightened and his hips instinctively rocked upwards. White seed spurted into the air, covering some of the floor but mostly landing on the wild manes of the two beautiful beasts currently taking advantage of him. The rest fell on his lower abdomen.

“We will have to wash that out later,” Rave giggled, wrapping a hand around the base of her boyfriend’s cock.

“I think it looks sexy,” Metra added, putting her own hand on the top half of John’s still completely erect dick. “But we should catch the next load, bit of a waste.”

“Well, we still have some,” the pink-haired bombshell said and bowed her head down, tongue extended, licking John’s semen off his body. A moment later, Metra joined her in that endeavour. They didn’t leave John without stimulation in the process. Their joined hands were pumping his shaft in almost perfect coordination.

There was, however, not a whole lot to gather, so Metra soon declared, “Okay, NOW I really need something inside me, get out of the way!” With a disappointed sigh, Rave would have liked to keep teasing John like this a little while longer, the techno-lover did, and Metra straddled over her master’s cock. She was literally dripping wet, drops of girlcum falling on John’s glistening shaft. With one quick fall, she impaled herself completely. “Fuck yes!” she exclaimed between clenched teeth, her pussy quivering and tightening in an immediate, if minor, orgasm.

John got drunk on the sight. Metra’s open hair, his cum sticking to it and turning part of the mane into a sticky mess, flying up and down as she got moving. The rippling of her muscles, especially in her thighs and midriff, as they tensed to give power to her movements. Hands playing with her own nipples, moaning, beads of something like sweat forming on her exterior and rolling down. She rode him for a full ten minutes this way, cumming not just once in the process.

“I still need more!” she groaned, still riding him, even as her whole body glistened as if oiled up. Her abs were a sight for the gods and John watched a single drop of her sweat roll down from her solar plexus down the vertical trench that ran down the middle of her muscles. John found himself with the strange desire to lick up that drop, taste the salt of her exhaustion and dominate her on top of some sports gear.

Right now, that wasn’t his role though. Instead he watched that drop finally reach the point where he and Metra joined as one. He saw his cock vanish into her pussy over and over again as she rode him with enough force to break a lesser man’s hips. With each slapping sound from their hips that echoed through the black stone bunker came a wailing moan.

Now that he no longer concentrated on the drop, John became completely aware of just how good Metra riding him felt. Her artificial folds were gripping tightly onto him, her throaty moans reverberated in his mind, and then he came a second time.

Metra felt the cum flooding her pussy, cried out as the feeling of his orgasm swept through the fuzziness of their mental connection as the raw emotion it was and then shouted when that pushed her far over the edge herself. For a moment, there was no movement, as the berserker babe’s voice, far higher pitched than usual, rung in John’s ears. She took a heavy breath, quivering, deep, complete, at the end of the scream. “Still – need – more,” she pressed out and started moving again with relentless power.

“And I need ya inside me now as well,” Rave chimed back in; she had spent the past minutes watching and masturbating. “Watching gets me hot, but masturbating ain’t my style. Ya got enough of seeing her abs?”

“Never, but you can still put your perfect ass on my face,” John answered in a strained tone. His girlfriend smirked and moved to do exactly that. “Oh my god, yes,” he muttered under his breath as she approached.

First, she crawled close, like a cat on the prowl. Playfully, she bit John’s earlobe. “You better call back Jack,” he would have to inform her about the birds fate later, “or possess some pebble or something while your eyes still see something that isn’t that perfect ass,” she whispered. “Cause ya gonna see me make-out with my metal twin over there while ya eat me out.”

He forced himself to look away from both the magnificently raised backside to his right and the still rocking abs in front of him long enough to do just that. A mere moment later, he saw her smooth thigh reach over him, his girlfriend straddling over his face. The perfect rounding of her bubble butt was above him. Her wetly rubbed pussy glistened, desperate for attention. John could not await tasting the overflowing honey, his tongue reaching out of his mouth. Finally, his girlfriend’s hips lowered and she took her rightful seat.

He was really grateful that he had possessed a pebble now, as he was absolutely blinded by the sheer volume of her ass cheeks. This way he was perfectly able to watch Metra continuously riding him and Rave facing her. A moment later, they weren’t just facing each other, Metra slumping forwards, her still rocking body seeking a bit of support that the Lightbearer willingly supplied. The little thing she took in turn were the berserker babe’s moans, sealing them between their joined lips.

It was another one of those sights that sent a torrent of pleasure through John, his hips hammering upwards as his lower body tensed up and he came. Rave felt the moans and groans that awakened in both of her partners in her upper and lower lips. The dominant side of the pink-haired bombshell was deeply pleased by this, as her body pressed John to the ground and Metra was naught but putty in her lust induced haze.

All through the show that Rave made out of her making out session with the dirty blonde, John came. When their wild hair cascaded in their heated exchange, when a little moan escaped through the little gap between winding lips, when Rave ran her hands over Metra’s head, each time John spurted a giant load into Metra.

Luckily Source of Satisfaction made his endurance largely unimportant. The moment he thought he was tapped, his balls suddenly surged. Four minutes must have ticked over, having gone down from five since the skill’s refill cooldown was reduced by one minute every 20 levels. Eventually, his balls would be literally bottomless. This realization hit John quite frequently, but it was unbelievable every time.

For the moment though, he had his hands back. Neither Metra nor Rave were in a position to continue holding them down, and with his orgasms subsided (for the moment), he had control over his body back to a satisfying degree. Not that the thing he wanted to do was particularly complicated.

He slapped his hands on Rave’s butt, with way more force than necessary just to produce that satisfying smacking sound. Fingers digging into one of the two places where she could be called thick, he extended his tongue deep into her folds. She tasted sweet, like bubble-gum with a note of mint. As to how that was possible: John knew all the secrets of the shampoos she used, but he didn’t mind. She went through the effort of looking stunning and her cunt attractive to eat out, what did he care if she cheated a bit through things like magical shampoo? It was already unfair towards the rest of womankind that she looked that great without make-up or brushing her hair.

The other place where she was thick (albeit not particularly so, compared to other girls in his harem) pressed down on his head. Her thighs could have crushed a watermelon, but around him they just supplied him with a softness and warmth from all sides. The only thing he didn’t like about his current position was the lack of time to breathe, but that was hot in a weird way. He wasn’t nearly as into the feeling as Eliza, but right now it worked for him.

Whether her thighs were tensing up in response to his assault on her pussy with his skilled tongue or because she wanted to reprimand him for the slap on her butt, John didn’t know. Rave didn’t take the time between kissing Metra, cupping her breasts or biting the brown nipples to explain, neither did John want her to. The only thing he wanted to hear from her right now were her panting exhales and moaning.

He attempted to press his face even deeper into her ass, but he was already all the way there. Tongue extended as far as possible, long and pointy, he penetrated her with it. Overflowing love juice ran over his lips, filled his taste buds and covered his lower face.

Slurping sounds echoed from his mouth as he sucked on her clit – her moans became louder, Metra’s moves became quicker, everyone was groaning, then screaming, then suddenly everyone was quiet, occasional grunts being the only exceptions, body tensed in a perfectly synced up array of orgasms.

Two girls were sitting on top of John, brown and white skinned, blonde and pink haired, Middle Eastern and Asian, but looking extremely similar in all other aspects, as if they were half-sisters. The former, Metra, threw her head backwards as cum flooded her twitching and milking pussy. The latter, Rave, slumped forwards as her boyfriend’s tongue kept licking while her orgasmic tight folds quivered between her thighs. Both of them squirted a torrent of girl-cum on him as he gave them a mind-blowing orgasm of a capacity only he could do for them.

Still, John felt like the luckiest and most-fulfilled person in the room, throughout his orgasm and afterwards, as he refused to ever take the fact that beautiful women like this were sleeping with him, cumming for him and making him cum so often with such intensity (even with a lack of awesome skills for it) for granted.