Scarlett: I am horny.

That message came rather unexpected. John was lying on his bed, taking a break after training that was an entire failure. Save for Siena skulking around in the shadows, he was alone.

John: Okay?

Scarlett: Don’t ‘okay’ me, dude.

Scarlett: I want to have phone sex. You and me, fingerbanging while exchanging nudes.

Scarlett: That clear?

That was about as concise as it could get, one small problem though.

John: I am on board in principle, but I can’t fingerbang.

John: Got a skill, prevents me from masturbating but gives me immense bonuses to my sexual capabilities.

Scarlett: You will die of blue balls if you ever get separated from all willing holes.

John: Yup.

Scarlett: Anyhow, fine, grab some slut and drop your pants. Send me a picture once you are ready.

Scarlett: We are going to do this 1-2-1-2 okay?”

That sounded like honest fun. No, not honest. Perverted, that was the word. But who was he to get on these pictures?

‘Gaia,’ Siena suggested, giggling.

‘If you have her on speed-dial and can make a booty-call, I am all with you on that,’ John shot back. ‘Otherwise, unless she gets horny again, we aren’t going to see her.’

“How about not-Gaia then?” a serene voice chimed in, the blue blob it belonged to big breastedly entering the room. Undine, who had been doing her usual thing and relaxing in the bathtub, seemed to be in the mood for another expedition of the freaky kind. “I am certain Cumslut could do it.”

“Oh shit, you are right,” John realized. While they usually abused that form for access to an extra dick in the very much female dominated (in numbers at least) orgies they had, at the core the desire elemental was a shapeshifter, not an attachable cock. He could not help but smirk at the idea of having the supreme deity, even if it was a fake, suck his cock in photos he sent to Scarlett.

Scarlett: Do you have a shapeshifter or something?

Sadly, the Technomancer was very much capable of listening in. She probably didn’t even need photos to be sent either, having basically free access to John’s phone and its camera, but they didn’t get hung up on that technicality.

John: And there goes my surprise… just give me a minute.

After some haggling with Siena, who of course wanted a favour or two in exchange for playing along with this, the shadow spirit and Undine fused. “Oh my…” the resulting girl blushed heavily, staying in her big-titted goth form for only a moment while she scanned John’s memories for the most recent encounter with Gaia. There was no need to pay much attention to her words; Cumslut liked to act all embarassed but the second some cock was inside her she rambled down the list of cheap hentai dialogue. Not that John was complaining.

“How lewd, how nasty, I am not sure I can go along with this,” her voice changed to the snarky tone of the supreme deity while her body shrunk on every single dimension. Her tall form went down to the fun-size of Gaia, her hair became long, impossibly curly and thick, the same colour as her green eyes. While here tits deflated to B-Cup, her ass became smaller but shapelier and more defined at the same time until it was a perfect work of art.

Her naked skin exposed, a nice olive tan to it, Cumslut-Gaia stood in front of the bed. Still heavily blushing, the false deity crossed her arms and let out a, “Hmpfh,” sound followed by the snide and kind of adorable remark of, “Not like I want to fuck YOU in particular, I just have cravings… but if you could go nude too, that would be nice.”

John did her the favour; just a couple of taps on his inventory and what little clothes he had been wearing disappeared into his inventory. “Okay, now…what kind of picture to start this off with?” he wondered out loud. Looking at the whore of a false idol, his cock pulsated with the immediate need for release.

His brain remembered not just the time it got mercilessly fried but also the absurd amount of pleasure that had done it in. Exponential dimensional fucking left some scars on the mind and now the air alone felt like it could send John over the edge at any moment. “Lay down,” he told Cumslut-Gaia.

While she obeyed, she let out the ultimate of cliché lines, “It’s not like I want you to fuck me or anything, idiot!” At the last word, the tiny-framed slut was lying on her back.

Truly tempted to just move directly into her glistening pussy with the swollen lips, the over 400 Libido of Cumslut turning her into an ever-ready bucket for any kind of seed she could get her shapeshifting hands on, John decided to hold back. Jumping right into the main-course would have been a bit much.

His eyes fell instead on the whore-idols quite thick thighs. That was something he seldomly explored. “Keep your legs pressed together,” he instructed his fleshlight as he lifted them up and forced his cock between the soft meat. The initial strokes were a bit unpleasant, naked skin on each other proving to be not the way nature intended humans to mate. Much like with anal sex, that wasn’t something a bit of lubrication couldn’t solve and John’s precum soon provided all that was necessary.

John didn’t usually fuck thighs; he thought them to be a target of slaps first, a visual treat second and a potential way to get off third. Not only was the kind of thickness that made properly squishing them together possible somewhat rare, like with tits, but the woman got very little out of that situation. Unless they were total whores who could get off from anything.

Cumslut-Gaia visibly panted. “What kind of men fuck thighs instead of a willing pussy?” she sassed. “Not that my pussy is willing or anything!” she clarified, as if anybody would believe her. The moan she let out as John lowered his angle of attack so that the underside of his shaft dragged along her clit with every move also didn’t help her credibility.

Wordlessly, the instructions coming through their mental connection, John gave Cumslut the phone and the whore-idol put it up to her face as if to hide it. Soon after that, the Gamer felt his seed rising up his shaft.

Thick loads of sperm ejaculated from between the green-haired faux-deity’s thighs. Up to the third spurt of the heavy, white liquid splattered all across her stomach and tits, a nice contrast to her tan, olive skin and dark nipples. The less energetic follow-ups coated her subtly visible abs in semen, pooling in her navel and finally dripping on the upper edge of her hairless crotch.

Cumslut-Gaia snapped the photo just as John thrust forwards a bit, causing one last spurt of semen out. It depicted her body being used as a canvas for the biological artwork as well as John’s muscular shape between slowly opening legs, the perfect mixture between thick and smooth. Then she sent it. John read her answer through his summoned getting-off tool’s eyes.

Scarlett: Fuck… That’s hot...

Scarlett: I think I just came a little, see for yourself.

The answer photo was sent a moment thereafter, presenting something John knew was tailored to his tastes. It was taken from a distanced position, John guessed that the redhead was using security cameras or drones to make the shots.

Bend over a steel table covered in screens and cables, the Technomancer was the centrepiece of an artwork of the most erotic kind. Her light skin contrasted with the dark-tinted window that was the entire back wall of her room, allowing a washed out view of the city outside. Illuminated by nothing but the lights of LED displays, her form was the canvas upon which the dreams of nerds were painted.

Her tits were sadly hidden from view, the photo being taken from behind to show off her ass perfectly. It was a tight, little masterpiece. Praising the lady of the Abyss that he met yet another harem member with an awesome behind, John followed the curve and wondered what it would feel like to slap those cheeks.

Her fingers dug into the flesh of the left side, pulling it outwards, showing off her back entrance with a cheeky look on her face. With his schooled eye, John could measure her ass to be a fine piece by the shadows that caused alone. It wasn’t the much-acclaimed bubble-butt; rather, it was an arrangement of two soft spheres without any blemish. It fit perfectly on her lithe body, leaving her with little in the way of overly feminine curves but adding to the unusual attractiveness of her androgynous display.

Her other hand was meanwhile spreading the hole John wished to claim one day soon. A bit of scarlet hair pushed out between her fingers. Between the parted index and middle finger, he saw the virgin pink folds of the Technomancer. They were glistening wet, doubtlessly she was pleasing herself furiously to the earlier picture. His cock jumped, knowing he could, no, WOULD be the first person to part these folds, oral notwithstanding.

The running wetness of her pussy partly ran down the inside of her smooth side. Not wanting to let Scarlett wait, and needing to start fucking again as soon as possible, John quickly decided what pose to picture next.

He grabbed the false deity and turned her around. “Oh, oh yes… I mean – How dare you handle me like this!” Cumslut gasped out in her decidedly bad acting as she was heaved off the floor. John raised her small frame in front of his chest, the load of cum he put all over her slowly running down towards the bed.

“You like this, right, you horny slut?” he grunted into her ear as her legs folded around his hand while he held her at the bend of her knees. With perfect aim, he guided her pussy to his enormous cock. Stopping there, only the tip shallowly parting her eager wetness gushing with insane Libido, John continued. “Make the shot and maybe I will fill you up right afterwards.”

“Pleeasseee doooo,” the green-haired elemental of perversion gyrated her hips as much as she could, her little façade already crumbling at the mere touch of that what she most desired. John immensely enjoyed the soft rubbing against his sensitive cock, as well as the brushing of her perfect ass against him at every turn.

To better secure her position, she reached back up and behind herself, slinging one arm around John’s neck. The other, she extended in front of herself, still holding the phone. “I am about to be penetrated like a good slut by this manly stud!” the voice of the supreme deity spoke, causing John to get the shivers of a fulfilled power fantasy. It felt really good. The sound of a photo being snapped followed thereafter.

John immediately received an answer. Over the screen spanned a sideway photo of Scarlett lifted into the air by several dozen mechanical tentacles. Growing from somewhere off-screen, the silver-rubber covered tendrils had wrapped around her arms and legs in a tight manner. They came in varying sizes and with several different toys, which all made it clear that they were there for sexual pleasure. A smooth head pressed against her clit was slightly blurred from vibrations, tiny pinchers caressed her nipples while a large dildo was lowered down to her mouth. Her pink tongue was stopped in the motion of licking the phallic object passionately.

Between her legs a second dildo, decisively smaller than John’s cock, was pressing apart her pretty pink lips. It was in exactly as far as John was into Cumslut. The whole thing was an emulation of the false deity’s current situation, just employing tentacles rather than the stud of a man he was. Undoubtedly, she had been following things over the camera, that cheating little sexy slut. “Nice BDSM equipment you got there,” the Gamer complimented, Faux-Gaia whimpering while gyrating her hips. “If you are going to follow everything I do on video anyway, you could at least make it a two way street.”

The photo switched into fluid motions immediately. While the small screen was a bit of a shame, the definition was high enough for John to make out exactly what was happening. “I didn’t mean to,” the redhead stated, “but at this point I am too horny for more photos, I need to cum and your body makes me.”

“I really love that position you are in though,” John purred, devouring her with his eyes. “Women bound up like that is right up my alley.”

“It’s fucking sexy, yes,” Scarlett agreed. “Unlike that Femdom shite.” She scowled at the camera, “Can we skip the remaining small talk? I put motion tracking on, so-ooooh!” John needed to hear no more, immediately dropping Cumslut down and impaling her on his shaft. The entire length vanished inside her in one smooth motion.

“Fuuuuuck!” the green-haired whore cried out. “I am sorry I said these things earlier! This is what I wanted!” Dirty words filled the room as he lifted her right back up. “Split me with your dick, yes, yessssss,” she came after the second plunge, her insane Libido rocking her body up and down, toes curling up as she continued to cry out. “Yes, I want this, fuck this slutty goddess, make me your bitch! I am slave to your cock!”

“Keep the camera steady, Cumslut,” John growled into her ear, “you are here as a cocksleeve only, be quiet.” Immediately her mouth snapped closed, the perfect cock-sucking lips, full, dark pink and glistening, pressing against each other in an effort to keep her orgasmic moans in.

Immediately, John resumed moving. The tight, quivering folds of Cumslut around him, his eyes darted between the curly-haired form of the false idol and the camera screen she held up in front of them.

“Oh fuck…” Scarlett moaned over there. As she had promised, the movements of the tentacles emulated, with only a slight delay, John’s thrusting. “Give it to that slut, give it to me. Gaia almighty, this shit is way better than masturbating!” she moaned out loud. “Not knowing what comes neeee-aaaah-xt!” John suddenly changed from quick and hard to deep, thorough thrusts. “It’s so good!”

The Technomancer wasn’t limiting herself to just the thrusting. The tendrils stimulating her nipples were still hard at work and she stopped further dirty talk in favour of sucking the dildo in front of her mouth. The slurping noises turned John on even more, as he imagined that was his cock she was sucking right there. Her red eyes staring at him with the light of circuitry dancing lustfully inside certainly helped that fantasy.

His arms and hips were working in steadily changing rhythms. Into Cumslut-Gaia and Scarlett he hoped to instil as much pleasure as he could. The combination was easy to please, her nature putting her into a state of multiple orgasms just by virtue of him keeping on fucking her.

Scarlett soon climaxed herself. It came almost out of nowhere, her continued oral engagement with her toys muffling all audible indications. Her body just began quivering, then tensed from head to toe only to shiver and then become rigid again. This repeated several times, all the while John kept fucking her indirectly.

Scarlett wasn’t used to this. Normally, when she was cumming, she would halt the operations and just ride it out naturally. Truthfully, she felt almost overloaded by the feeling that rocked her body now, her pussy gripping tight onto the lubricated rubber of her toys. However, it felt good, too good, and a mixture of pride and something lesser than that kept her from complaining, she would keep going until John came, even if she was already satisfied with this much.

Clenching his teeth, John continued on. He had been repressing his own orgasm almost since the moment Cumslut’s stupidly tight fuckhole had begun wringing him with climactic intensity. Still, with perverse discipline, he continued on after seeing his newest harem target cum for the first time.

The long hair of Faux-Gaia shook as her entire body was ravaged under thrusts that could only be described as primal. Overrun by such raw a fucking, even if it was just the copied motion, Scarlett was forced to let go of the dildo in her mouth.

“You motherfucker!” she cried out in the least insulting and most pleasing way possible, her high-pitched voice reverberating from the speakers. “How much stamina do you have, huh?”

“I will show you when you get here and I can split your pussy in person,” John grunted, the words being a nice distraction from his balls and the impending end of this session. “Giving a girl just one orgasm is beneath me, now CUM!”

To his surprise, that command worked. The unmistakable sound and sight of a second orgasm unfolded on the display. At the same time, John let loose, cum flooding into the slut in front of him, who finally broke her silence and screamed out. “Yes!! Fill me with the hot shtuff! Moar, I wahnt moar! I can feel it flooding into me!!”

Whether or not that was some sort of signal or however else Scarlett’s machines measured that this was the correct time, they started splattering fake-cum all over the Technomancer. Her face, her tits, her clit, thighs, arms, her scarlet hair, all of it was suddenly subject to a shower of sticky white liquid that pumped out of the tips of the many, many tentacles.

“”FUCK!!”” John and Scarlett cursed in orgasmic unity, both of them hit by a sudden surge of bliss, a highpoint to the climax, that drowned their brains in perversion. Moans and grunts echoed. Aftershocks rippled through the redhead when the Gamer moved his hips again, coercing his cock to splatter just that little bit more seed into Cumslut’s eagerly wanting cunt.

Eventually moans transitioned into heavy-breathing and, without any proper announcement, Cumslut split into her parts. Siena and Undine, fell to the bed, both quivering and speechless, filled with their share of the load. Attaining the state of Cumslut felt, after all, immensely good. The phone bounced off the mattress once, no longer held by anybody, before coming to a rest nearby with the screen up.

“That was… VERY nice,” Scarlett purred, her smiling, cum-covered face filling the screen. “Good job, John. I’ll give you a call if I need it again.”

“Next time come yourself,” he demanded jokingly and the video-feed ended there.