“Why this position?” John asked, laying on the couch. The leather was unsurprisingly quite wet, but he was used to things getting steamy. “I really want to bend you over and spank your ass, you know?”

“Yes, I am aware that your penis jumps with excitement at the sight of buttocks,” Lydia retorted straddling over his hips. “Exactly why we are taking this position.” Her curved back was turned towards him, her braid perfectly resting in the depression of her spine. Both hands were wrapped around the immense girth of her lover’s dick, properly aiming it at her already loosened sphincter.

“Fair enough-fffff,” the Gamer’s answer came slightly whistling as his remaining air escaped with the last syllable of the word. A sound caused by his dick being sheathed inside the anal cavity of the German queen. Tight as always, the heavenly feeling of being surrounded by the milking walls was awesome.

As they were both well lubricated from the previous ongoing, no time was lost with further easing. Directly, the movement of Lydia’s hips went into a sustainably paced rise and fall, her thighs tensing and relaxing as they pressed her body upwards and then descended right down again. Firm to soft, the transformation of the muscles was nice to behold on her athletic body.

Stopping with him all the way inside him, she gyrated her hips for a bit. “You getting even bigger since last we met should be considered a war crime,” she gasped, enjoying the feeling of her insides being scrambled a bit by the foreign object. Her eyelids fluttered as she hit a minor spike in her ecstasy, not a proper orgasm but strong enough to entice her to moan.

Her left hand travelled up to her lips. Their sultry red colour was all-natural, neither too full nor too thin. If there was any part of Lydia that John had to say was more attractive than that of any other women in his harem, it would be these perfect lips. An odd thing to fetishize, but not as odd as many others.

Sight granted through Possession allowed John to see her index finger gently glide over the harmonious curves of her lips. They must have been truly sensitive, as she let out yet another moan. “There is no need to just stand there,” the queen erotically whispered towards the trio of females currently unoccupied. Her perverted mood permeated her every word, no matter how eloquent the choice. “Please, join this sexual debauchery. Fill all the holes you can.”

Beatrice took the command with an eager nod. After a moment of analyzation, she climbed onto the couch. Her lower legs framed John’s head when she kneeled down. Her pussy was too far off to be eaten, but John appreciated the view of her ass above.

With a sadistic roughness copied from her master, the passive maid grabbed Lydia by the throat and pulled the metal mage towards her crotch. A slurping followed by a gagging sound ensued, the artificial cock of Beatrice penetrating Lydia’s mouth and throat. Thereby limited in her movements, the queen was now at the mercy of John’s thrusts.

Smirking, enjoying the view of Beatrice’s ass combined with the look of Lydia’s bent backwards body getting fucked in an unusual spitroast, he took full advantage of that and grabbed her hips. Soft in all the right places, his fingers had a lot to grapple onto before he began fucking her with the usual mercilessness.

After a little dialogue, which contents John missed due to the obviously more important things at hand, Undine took a backseat, allowing Rave to go into the offensive once again. “Fuck, I love this view,” she let them know as she approached the defenceless front of Lydia, the queen’s arms grabbing onto her own ankles to stabilize the current position.

The Lightbearer glided her hands up from the queen’s lower abdomen. “Midriff tense, muscles quivering under the skin,” the perverse enjoyment in her voice was blatant. “Tits raising with desperate breaths,” she cupped the capital B-sized breasts in her hands, giving them a nice massage. The face-fucking passive maid above whimpered when her cocksleeve’s moaning vibrations reverberated through her cock. “The bulge in the throat whenever you get the cock sliding deep inside,” Rave raised her glossy pink lips up there; softly they were pressed against that very bulge as it appeared and disappeared underneath.

The techno lover kissed her way downwards. Her tongue drew a wet path down to the queen’s collarbone, taking a little detour to flick the hard nipple of Lydia’s left tit eagerly. “You taste sweet and like hot sweat,” Rave purred, continuing on her path. Sliding down the curves of the auburn haired royal, her hands stopped over John’s, at Lydia’s hips. “Fuuck,” she cried out in a high-pitched voice. “Seeing my boyfriend dominate y’all gets me so hot. I just want to bend you over the table and take turns spanking you!”

With that announcement, her tongue stopped in the monologue and started digging into Lydia’s unoccupied pussy. A quick lick from bottom to top. Kissing her clit. Rolling her tongue around it. Slurping sounds as she covered the pink of her labia in the pink of her greedy mouth. Deep moans that John felt in Lydia’s entire body. Rave penetrating as deep as she could with a pointy tongue. A pause. Then his girlfriend sucking on his balls, giving his shaft a quick kiss. A moment later, she was back at sucking the queen’s sensitive button.

Having Rave’s slender hands lay on his while he was holding onto an ass he was fucking was easily in the top five of sensations John hadn’t been aware he loved. He felt the pressure build up in his balls; Lydia’s tight asshole was quivering around him in spasmic orgasms, one following after the other in short gaps, filled with aftershocks.

He pulled her down with all his might at the same time as his hips darted upwards, all of his primal mind concentrated on getting as deep into her as was possible. Pussy, ass or mouth, it didn’t matter, the feeling of being balls-deep inside a woman when cumming was pure bliss. It was as true now as it was ever, and his load rushed up his cock and splattered into the queen.

The overload of pleasure on his mind must have reached Beatrice, as she too stopped moving completely, a bunch of broken-off moans barely pressing out of the passive maid’s mouth. For a while, the only movements in the room came from Rave, continuously eating out Lydia’s crotch. As the queen was filled up, she gushed her fluids into the eager sadist’s mouth. Perverted as ever, Rave slurped them down as she continued to devour the pussy in front of her.

Things passed their climax and Beatrice pulled out to give Lydia some breathing room. Gulping down the remaining semen, followed by some coughing, preceded the queen’s words, “The deviancy of you lot remains as steadfast as ever.”

John carefully moved inside her. “Like you don’t love it,” he groaned, feeling a last dribble of his subsiding orgasm leak out of his cock.

Beyond her initial resistance, Lydia openly moaned even at that little stimulus. “I do,” she admitted. “Keep going, I am still not satisfied.”

“Want to experience the ultimate pleasure?” Rave asked with a smirk, glistening with the pussy juice of the queen. At the same time, a pale blue skinned lady walked into the room with swaying steps. Her hourglass figure was hidden under a quickly dissolving layer of liquid shadows, something like latex in effective appearance.

Twirling a strand of her greyish pink hair around a claw, Siena’s high heels clacked on the floor as she approached. “I come right on time, it seems,” she laughed, her fangs glinting dangerously. “So, this little play session is why Undine wanted me over?” Tendrils of darkness sprouted from her back and wrapped around Rave, who turned around to sensually kiss the new arrival.

The scene caught everyone’s attention for a moment. Pink and purple intertwined their lips with little moans as Siena played with the body between her arms. Her sharp claws cut no skin, only trailed over with a thrilling excitement.

“I demand we play sometime without me combining with Undine,” the nightmare elemental said when her claws disappeared to allow her fingers to curve into Rave. A deep surprise took hold of John at the care with which Siena was handling the techno lover. Her brand of sadism usually was raw and dominating. Perhaps it was because the shadow spirit saw herself as part of the group now, rather than the group as her plaything.

The surprise made room for a perverted interest as he watched Siena transform Rave’s resistance as a fellow dom into nothing but quivering ecstasy, leaving her ready to be molded. Every move of her tendrils, of her palms and especially of the fingers digging into Rave’s pussy aimed at melting away any struggle in her victim. It was domination of the most artistic kind.

“Cum for me, Jane,” Siena whispered in her sexually charged voice. It worked like a charm, Rave’s back pressing against her assailant as her body shivered with orgasmic waves. She wasn’t screaming her brains out or squirting violently; instead it looked like this climax was causing her whole body to relax, relinquishing any control through pleasure.

‘I need to learn how to do that,’ John thought, in awe of the former sadism elemental’s abilities. If Siena would have wanted to, she could have easily taken it from there, but instead she pulled back, her long tongue darting out to lick the pussy juice off her fingers.

“How about you answer the question, princess?” Siena asked once she was done, a strand of mixed pussy juice still connecting fingers and seductive lips.

“I am sceptic as to what you wish to do with me,” Lydia answered. It dawned on John, and Rave as well judging by the sound of an ‘Ooooh’ echoing through the room, that the queen had never encountered Cumslut before, so this would obviously go over her head.

Rave smirked. “Guess I gotta show ya.” She looked over Siena and Undine, the slime girl massaging her tits in a creative way of masturbating, “Could ya do the thing?”

“Only because it feels really good,” Siena playfully hissed and then offered a hand to the water spirit. She took the offer, the two of them blurring in their shape and losing it completely before they overlapped and Cumslut phased into existence.

“Hi! Big-titty goth gf here,” the lust elemental announced her arrival. A fair description of herself, with the deep purple hair, the clear blue eyes and the frilly shirt that was almost bursting under the pressure of her double D tits. As much as she was a feast for the eyes, she wasn’t long to stay, at least not in that form. “So, Rave you want me to be your cock?”

“That’s right,” the techno lover answered under the lightly confused gaze of Lydia. Quickly, Cumslut changed into her item form, a purple strap-on that was secured by nothing but magic at the base. Not that more was needed, the second Rave pressed it against her clit, the artificial cock seamlessly latched onto her. “Tell John when you want to try this,” Rave spoke a last couple of words before her whole body heated up with the immense lust that Cumslut bestowed upon whoever wore her.

Immediately, Rave grabbed her new toy and began jerking it with a primal expression. Precum dripped off the head like it was the real deal as she closed in and then slipped right into a positively surprised Lydia. “Oh, mother metal,” she gasped, “this feels like real cock.”

“Guess the pause is over then,” John grunted as he felt the desperate shaking of his girlfriend, nothing but savage fucking, through Lydia’s hips. He tried his best to move, but the current position limited him in what he could do aside from being the reactive force. That couldn’t stand, so he forced a change.

It was rather simple and no party really needed to move. All he did was rise from the couch and bend Lydia forwards, forcing Rave on her back in turn. By the end of that manoeuvre, he was fucking Lydia from behind as she and his girlfriend lay chest on chest, the latter’s cock deep within the queen’s pussy still.

“Fuck… I love… double penetrations,” she gasped, and then slurping sound echoed through the room as Lydia began making out with the screaming Rave. Words were beyond what a person of that absurdly increased Libido was capable off, there was only ecstasy and climaxes at that point.

Not one to be forgotten, Beatrice circled around the couch and presented her erect cock to the steadily shifting tongues. Immediately, the tongues belonging to the brunette and the pink haired slut began lathering the cock in their saliva. Sucking, kissing, pussy eating and deepthroating were executed in quick exchanges.

John concentrated his sight on the jiggling before him as he vanished inside Lydia’s asshole over and over again, as hard as he could each time. The moans of the trio were the orchestra to which he performed. Rave’s orgasmic screams were pure perfection; doubtlessly she was filling Lydia up with spurt after spurt of artificial cum; guaranteed was that her pussy juice was turning the leather into a slippery mess.

Lydia herself was cumming her brains out, especially at the times when all of her holes were filled, with Beatrice deep inside her throat along with the two shafts stretching her fuckable bottom. Her sweaty body was jerked when John slapped her ass. “God, I love fucking you all,” John couldn’t help but moan out, “I love what kind of whores you are for me.”

“From YOU I will -aaaahhhh-,” Lydia tried to answer, peeking over her shoulder interrupting herself through a prolonged moan, “I will let that insult pass unpunished!”

“It’s true though, only a real whore would scream that loud while getting fucked up the ass like this,” John’s voice came out slightly strained as his orgasm began to rise. “Come on, say it, for me, Lydia.”

The queen hesitated for a moment, pride was in a battle against lust and love. Those two turned out to be way stronger emotions, particularly in this situation and particularly with John, “Fuck, yes, I am a whore for you, John!” she shouted out.

A mere moment after, John slammed into her and filled her ass up with another load of hot cum. Chasing the perfect high of ecstasy, Lydia greedily moved her own hips even as John’s froze for a second from the force of his own climax. The queen’s mouth sheathed, in one flawless motion, the entirety of Beatrice inside her, and when Rave’s lust-driven mind started to lap at her exposed pussy, the passive maid also filled Lydia’s insides with white hot seed.

The queen was getting all of her holes stuffed and, from the muffled moans and writhing of her every glistening muscle, it was obvious that she was enjoying every second of it. “Moooorrrrre,” the queen purred when Beatrice pulled back, “give me that cock, I want to fuck Jane.”

“Oh my lord, you are insatiable today,” John couldn’t help but feel respect towards that level of thirst as he gave a mental signal to Cumslut. Rave’s expression rather quickly sobered up as the lust elemental detached herself from her clit. Well, if the change from the savage expression of a woman who could only feel pleasure to the silly fucked look of a woman lost in ecstasy could be considered sobering up.

“Ah, fuck… right in the middle of an orgasm,” Rave complained, jokingly. Obviously, there would have been no moment not in the middle of an orgasm. Hand fumbling to turn the slippery, sex juice covered strap-on around, the techno lover soon succeeded in pressing the flat side against Lydia. “Slipping inside the first time is the best,” the pink-haired bombshell winked, giving that final piece of advice. “Have fun losing yourself.”

“That won’t ha-aaaa-h-ppen toh meee,” Lydia began slurring her usually so precise words the second the Libido increase hit her.

“First time is intense,” Rave purred, sliding up a bit on the leather couch, getting herself in the perfect position to be penetrated. Her long legs straddled around both Lydia’s and John’s hips, her boyfriend grabbing her by the thighs.

John wished to feel her feet lock behind him, but with a whole person between them, that was currently denied. A worthwhile trade-off, however, was the raw sound that escaped Lydia’s mouth when she slammed into Rave.

The queen sounded like a whore. Not a common one, not a paid one, a proper, cock-hungry whore that was in it to get fucked. The high-pitched moans were as depraved as was possible to be, coming in short bursts as Lydia began swinging her hips with the feverish enthusiasm of the deflowered and the sexual stamina of a member of John Newman’s harem.

The Gamer smirked and quickly reclaimed dominance over the situation with long, hard thrusts. Each of them penetrated the depths of Lydia’s asshole with such force that they shook even Rave. The whole couch creaked. “Yes, yessshhh, yesh!” his girlfriend could utter little more than that single word as her pussy got hammered with two different rhythms. Her eyes were rolled up in her skull, her tongue trailing over Beatrice’s cock presented to her. An expression she once more shared with Lydia.

Slapping and slurping sounds reverberated through the room. Following an idea, John reached into his inventory and pulled out a large dildo. Between two thrusts, he pushed it into Lydia’s pussy. It was one smooth penetration into the fake-cum dripping hole.

Her cock inside one of the hottest women walking the earth, her ass fucked by a huge cock, buffed with all kinds of sexual modifiers, her pussy stretched around a nicely sized dildo and her mouth getting fucked by a sexy-ass maid, Lydia was now officially the centre of an impossible act of sexual craving.

One time, it had taken her one naïve time to ask John for sex and now she was locked in what would sear herself into her memory as one of the most foolish and greatest things she ever did. With a mind currently incapable of thought, she experienced what it felt like to unload inside another woman. Something build up and up and up and then suddenly her whole body was tense as hot semen spurted out of her cock. The Libido boiling her brain refused to let her rest for even the duration of the orgasm, her hips continuing to swing after only one squirt.

“Ah, fuck, I love thissss,” Rave hissed as she was filled up, “give me more cum! I want it! It’s so hot inside me!” It was a request Lydia couldn’t help but oblige, her unnatural appendage forcing her to keep fucking as she was continuously pushed over the edge. Every time her ass was penetrated to the deepest point, another giant load of white liquid painted the inside of the Lightbearer’s pussy.

The two sluts at the centre were chest to chest, their hard nipples crowning their small breasts rubbing against each other. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, the perverse odour of sex permeating them and the entire room.

“I’m cumming,” John announced, his fingers curling into Lydia’s ass. Nobody heard him. Preoccupied with lust. The blood rushing in their ears. The smacking of skin against skin. The screams of delight. It all drowned out his voice. Then his balls tightened and it was too late for a second warning.

A last load guzzled into the greedy queen, John’s deep penetration fixing her position, down to the hilt inside Rave, just as Beatrice was inside her throat. White and clear liquid gushed from the sexes of everyone around, squirting and cumming and making an even bigger mess of the room than it was already. Everyone remained almost perfectly still, the periodic jittering of muscles aside, and the room grew silent as everybody was too busy wallowing in their climax to breathe in.

It wasn’t until Cumslut’s duration finally came to an end that the formation broke. Siena and Undine were sent spiralling to the floor, spasming, as usual, with their post-Cumslut orgasms. Now unsealed, Rave’s snatch was quickly dripping with semen, just like every orifice of Lydia as one by one the penetrating objects were removed from her. Last of which was John’s cock when he pulled out of her ass.

With ragged breaths, he turned Lydia’s body on its back. There was not enough room on the couch for her and Rave to lay side by side, so the queen remained half on top of her. To John, that made the display of their glistening bodies, oozing cloudy white, only that bit more erotic. A true piece of erotic art.

Siena pulled herself into a sitting position.