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The Gamer Chapter 1773 – One Throat [Erotic Content]
🕑 Added 2024-10-31 17:16:57 +0000 UTC
The quintupling of her Libido was still sinking into Nahua’s brain when the order hit her. Humans were horny creatures. Five times the average was a lot, especially for a formerly asexual virgin. It was no wonder that the axolotl woman’s thoughts shut down. All she managed to produce in response to his demand was a confused, “Buh?”
John snorted with dark amusement and smacked his cock down on her features. Meeting his hard member like this instantly realigned Nahua’s entire world.
“That’s right, that’s all ya gotta think about now.” Rave got comfortable behind the shorter woman. She wrapped her arms around Nahua’s petite chest, circling a hard nipple with her index finger. “Cock,” the feline Lightbearer whispered into Nahua’s ear. “John’s cock. Master’s cock. Cock. That’s the word your thoughts should be circling around. Say it.”
“Cohck,” Nahua slurred. Her nostrils flared, taking deep whiffs of his scent. “Mashtah’sh cock.”
“Verrrrry good,” Rave purred and glanced up to John. A non-verbal passing of the baton from support dom to the owner of the harem.
“I am not going to enslave your people, that was true – but I did ever enjoy consensual sexual slavery.” A heavy drop of precum ran down from the tip of his cock, soon soaking into Nahua’s white hair. The light pink axolotl frills were quivering in anticipation. “Will you be my sex slave, Nahua? My cocksleeve?”
“Cock… shleeve…? Yesh!” As soon as her mind had digested the words, she nodded. Nodded and kept nuzzling against his cock. “Master’s cock…sleeve!”
‘I really am a magnet for these kinds of girls,’ John thought and smiled. “That means all of your holes will be my property. Your cunt, the proper hole; your ass, the alternative hole; your mouth, the comfort hole; all mine to claim and use whenever I please.”
Through the mental connection, John caught half-formulating thoughts. She was trying to string together a sentence that reminded him of the pledges she had made over the course of the day. Already, she had sworn to bear his children and for her body to be used in love and war. All of the eloquence she may have put into that regularly manifested in: “Am holes for Master!”
Truly, horniness made for the greatest poets.
“If ya understand, why are you still using the comfort hole for talking, hmm?” Rave hooked two fingers into the cheek of the panting woman. “Open wide, tongue stretched out.”
Nahua followed the order quickly. Brown lips parted far, letting John see the pearly white of her teeth and the sharpness of her adorable fangs. The depth of her throat was his to claim. The back of it twitched in a familiar fashion. As intrigued as he was by the scene at large, his attention was gripped by the pointy tongue of the demigoddess as it extended past her lips… and past her chin. It stretched on, the tip dexterously curved, until it fell all the way to her breasts.
She had the monster girl tongue.
The sight snapped what little self-control John still had. “Coil your tongue around my cock,” he ordered. It was a command of the magical variety and Nahua would have climaxed from the pleasure reward, had he not blocked it with Lover’s Will. The prehensile tongue moved around his shaft swiftly, spreading sticky saliva as it went.
While John groaned, Rave giggled. “Time to be a comfort hole,” the support dom whispered and put her hand on the back of Nahua’s head. “I’ve wanted to watch you choke on tiger’s cock for a lil’ bit.”
“Jane, can you try to be less perfect?” John grunted.
“Nah,” the feline Lightbearer denied.
To consider her experienced at handling other women’s heads would have been an understatement. Ever since they had all discovered the pure joy of one haremette using another as a fleshlight for John, it was one of the most regular orgy activities around, and since Rave was one of the two women that regularly served as the Gamer’s support doms, her practice in the field was likely unmatched on the entire planet.
That practiced hand tilted Nahua’s head forwards, aligning her lips properly with the tongue-coiled cock before her. Pushing her gently, Rave made the axolotl woman take in the head of his cock. While Nahua had quite clearly gotten a taste of his manhood already, it was only then that his precum hit her dexterous tongue.
Tasting him made Nahua shiver wantonly. A want she did not have for long as it was fulfilled by Rave pushing her further. Soon the short, tribal woman’s lips met with her own coiled tongue. The slippery muscle was driven before her, the loose spiral consolidating as she was pushed deeper. By the time he started to penetrate her throat, half his cock was in her hot mouth and the other was completely covered in the massaging meat of her tongue.
Rave slowed her pushing, observing carefully. To make room, the extended tongue slithered back into Nahua’s mouth at that point.
“No gag reflex,” John grunted the answer to the question she was asking herself, “and her throat is as sensitive as her cunt. She can set her own erogenous zones.”
“She’s just made for this, ain’t she?” the first of the harem asked, then shoved Nahua down the rest of the way.
His hard cock stretched out Nahua’s throat to the point that her neck visibly bulged. In that same wonderful second that her virgin lips met the base of his cock, John lifted her orgasm seal. Nahua’s eyes, already unfocused, first widened, then rolled up. Eyelids fluttered. Hands grasped his thighs to grasp something. Toes curled.
Nahua was quiet.
John had to wonder how deep Nahua’s relation with axolotl’s went. He had taken it to be a mostly metaphorical affair. If it was, then the pure suction force she brought to bear when it came to deepthroating him was a memetic coincidence. For all the spasms that went through Nahua, her only purpose seemed to be to try to make herself a vacuum tight cock glove.
“Oh Jeeeees-“ That was as far as John got before he got a reminder that he, too, was capable of being a quickshot. Before he knew it, the absolute tightness and intense suction of the axolotl woman had brought him over the edge.
Her throat was not normal. The walls pulsed and writhed around him like a mixture of Undine’s slime and Nightingale’s throat pussy. Only after the first spurt of his cum was milked from his shaft by the undulating, hot flesh, did it occur to John who or rather what he was truly using as his relief tool at the moment.
He was having sex with a demigoddess of gluttony.
He was filling her stomach with the most delicious seed in the world.
Somehow, Nahua’s mouth got even tighter. It felt as if – no – It was the case that her entire mouth reshaped itself. In a way only Undine had been capable of before, the demigoddess made everything past her teeth one tight tunnel of vacuum-tight walls. It was a soft, clenching, wet heaven of hellish pleasure.
John was no stranger to getting his soul sucked out through his cock. Had he been, he would have lost his balance right that instant. Grunting against the electric crackling that dominated his field of vision, he managed to keep standing while shot after shot of his seed went down the gullet of the glutton.
“Oh wow,” Rave commented on the scene. The silent cumdump was outright squirting with every load deposited inside her. The pillow between the demigoddess’ legs had its covers soaked in record time. “More?” she asked John, when his orgasm began to ebb away.
“More,” the main dom confirmed in an erotic growl. “I just keep getting treated to these kinds of blowjob sluts.”
“The horror,” Rave drawled and slowly dragged Nahua backwards.
It was just the beginning of a steady back and forth, accelerating gradually as the drenched inside of the gluttonous comfort hole grew more used to the motions. John met the push and pull of his first fiancée with his own thrusts. Between the hand and the cock of the power couple, the demigoddess could only climax. Orgasm after orgasm, so casually inflicted.
“We make for a great team,” Rave purred.
“The best,” John agreed. “You can finger her.”
“Really?” Rave asked with a happy grin. Usually, whenever something was to be done a first time with a new haremette, that was John’s privilege. Kisses, fingering, oral, all of it was his to claim. A nod confirmed to the feline Lightbearer that he was subverting that order of things in a small way.
Giggling gleefully, Rave let her left hand journey down from Nahua’s tits, over her painted midriff and womb, down to her wet cunt. “MHM!” the muffled screamed, the first sound the cocksleeve made since he had claimed her throat, vibrated around John’s cock when the support dom’s fingers curled into her.
“Now be a good girl and cum for me,” Rave whispered, before gently biting Nahua’s ear.
The demigoddess hadn’t stopped climaxing to begin with, but there was a definitive spike in her ecstasy the moment Rave started masturbating her. Hands and attention split, the guidance of Rave’s hand became a little more sluggish. John decided to take over.
Harsh, he grabbed the newest haremette’s head. Part of her axolotl gills were squished under his wrists. Far from minding, Nahua appeared to get intense enjoyment out of him doing that. Not as intense as him pounding her vacuum tight throat though.
“You’ll have a fine place under my desk!” The aggressive sounds of the Gamer fucking the throat of Nahua echoed in the room, underlined by the panting of all of the women that had been simply watching it all unfold for the past minutes. The submissive members of the harem, in other words the majority of it, were obediently standing there, not even touching their dripping cunts. Siena was openly playing with herself, as were the more independently minded like Lydia and Nia. No matter what they were doing, they all did it with eyes on him, Rave, and the gorgeous tribal woman between them.
“Oh yessssssss!” Rave hissed and brought herself to orgasm. Her freed hand had quickly wandered between her own legs, to play with her own quim in tandem with that of the new sex slave. “Tiger, you’re… aaahhh—bsolutely ruining her!”
“Isn’t that the point?” John answered with a wide grin. Pounding her face could scarcely be described as oral anymore. The visual was the same, all the changes hidden behind lips and fangs, and her tongue remained present enough to massage the underside of his cock. The inside of those sucked-in cheeks was undulating folds. He was not fucking a human, certainly not, he was getting his cock worked by a woman whose very essence was to devour delicious things.
It was time to actually let her taste his seed.
“Do not swallow before I order you to,” John pressed out a warning, the pressure in his balls growing to an unbearable degree. Just before he crossed the point of no return, he pulled nearly all the way out. Nahua reacted with the speed of a natural cocksleeve, her inhuman tongue suddenly coiling around his cock again and stroking the full length of his shaft. Somehow, her tongue and upper lips still created a complete seal.
John’s whole body convulsed when his sack first tightened. Cum surged with all of the pressure of eternally full containers up his hard shaft. “What a total cumslut!” Rave exclaimed, the noises of the fingering turning extremely wet and sloppy. Doubtlessly, Nahua was squirting all over again.
Nahua was sweating. The rolling beads that made her already shiny skin glisten even more also made a mess of the handprints left on her. From her blissfully contorted face to her trembling thighs, she was becoming more of a mess with every passing second.
Stroking tongue and sucking lips coaxed every last drop out of John. It was clear where his seed preferred to be and he wholly agreed with every bit that the cum glutton drew out of him. The vacuum tightness only stopped when the sheer volume of his seed began to fill her cheeks.
A sense of desperation and irritation mingled into the ecstasy on Nahua’s face. The last of his seed left in her, he pulled out. Nahua instantly tilted her head back. Despite the swiftness, some of his cum still escaped, running down the central furrow of her pointy tongue, like water down a trench. It was an erotic sight, made so much better by the constant trembling of the demigoddess, caused by the trail touching new taste buds. Very carefully, she pulled the tongue back in.
The wordless begging rubbing against John’s mind was intense. Nahua squeaked miserably. John kept a domineering smirk. Nahua stirred the mixture of saliva and seed in her mouth with her tongue. Usually delaying the swallow order was just a thing to showcase dominance, but Nahua was genuinely struggling not to gulp it all down instantly. It made denying her that much sweeter.
“Do you think she deserves to swallow?” John asked his support dom.
“I think she still owes me an apology,” Rave answered and rubbed the demigoddess’ throat. “A deep and desperate apology.”
“A good point. Nahua, Jane gets the load.”
The demigoddess whimpered, but did not struggle when the feline Lightbearer took control again. Both hands on Nahua’s head, she made the tribal woman face her and then claimed the first sapphic kiss of the virgin. Glossy pink lips met brown ones. Rave put herself in the lower position, to make it easier on the cum to run from one mouth to the other. Despite that, there was no doubt who was in charge. Rave’s tongue wrestled that of the demigoddess into submission.
Diluted seed dripped from their cheeks. It was a fraction of the total amount, but that amount was so large that it looked like two entire loads had been pumped around their lips. Rave’s perfect ass was drawing little circles in the air, the motions stopping and accelerating randomly as the taste of her future husband made her own pussy gush.
The kiss went on and on, the semen diluting ever further, until it was practically just saliva that escaped the sloppy make out session. Rave leaned backwards, pulling Nahua with her as she gracefully sunk into the cushions.
On her back, Rave laid, Nahua straddling her wide hips. The shorter Aztec woman’s ass was marked by the runny but still very much apparent shapes of the haremette’s hand that had grasped her there. The brown twin cheeks were round, emphasized to completion by the way Nahua curved her back. Breaking the kiss, Rave gave that plump derriere a smack, then grasped it with both hands to reveal, between firm globes, the dripping wetness of her cunt.
“If it pleases you, Master,” Rave purred, “I think this cocksleeve is ready.”
“Cock… in me!” Nahua agreed, her brain still or even more fried than it had been at the start of all of this. “Sex slave!”
John had never been one to deny such a polite invitation.
