John opened the door to his apartment with his elbow. “Honeys, I’m home!” he said, unnecessarily. The haremettes in the living room (Nia, Lee, Undine, Scarlett, Momo and Eliana) had noticed and those elsewhere wouldn’t hear. With his foot, he closed the door behind himself.

His hands were occupied securing the unconscious Lorelei on his back. That did give him an excuse to touch her ass, not that he needed one. Had he been any other guy, it probably would have turned a few heads on the way home as well. As world-renowned pervert John Newman, walking around carrying a gorgeous woman on his back was his average Tuesday in everyone’s mind. Whether they thought Lorelei was someone new or if they mistook her for one of the maids courtesy of her somewhat similar hair colour (although there were fine differences between silvery-white and white-blonde) didn’t matter either. Another perk of having a harem was that he was immune to being accused of cheating.

‘Well, not immune, it’s just that nobody would question it if I hung around with a new girl in public,’ John thought while carrying Lorelei to the bedroom. Pleasingly, it was vacant, so he laid her down. She wore a black gaming shirt and sweatpants, both way too large for her.

Nia, Lee and Undine entered the room. The pariah remarked, “Those look good on her.”

“It’s the timeless gaming day look,” Lee stated. “Why’s she wearing that though? Didn’t manage to get her dress back on her after you knocked her out with the power of dick?”

“Nail on the head,” John confirmed, while Undine flowed over to check on Lorelei. The reason for her lying flat on her back was entirely due to exhaustion. The spank, slap and choking marks, however, were a soreness she didn’t need to wake up with. “I didn’t even try, that thing is super complicated.”

“She’s waking up,” Undine warned in her tranquil tone, her healing just concluded.

Lorelei’s eyes opened just a gap and she looked around. She looked adorable, her hair and face a total post-coitus mess. “Where am I…?”

“Your future home,” John told her. “Take it easy, there’ll be food for you when you wake up again.”

“Might want to take a quick shower though,” Lee suggested. Of all haremettes, she had the most experience with whatever Lorelei was currently going through. Groggily, the seer looked down at herself and shifted her legs around. “Want help?”

“If you would be so kind, sister,” Lorelei responded groggily.

John found that particular title interesting, but Lee didn’t seem to mind. She and Nia teamed up to move Lorelei out of her clothes and the bed. ‘Wonder if she will be ashamed of nudely running around when she’s properly awake again,’ the Gamer thought, while following Lorelei’s butt. A bath sounded like a splendid idea. Plus, the one girl he did still owe a proper ploughing wasn’t in the living room.

The shower room was set to a steady, warm rain that washed the majority of sweat and sand off John and Lorelei just by them walking through it. In one corner of the room, Sylph was busy eating out Rave. His girlfriend smirked at the passing group, turning her head away with a loud moan when the arcvolt elemental did something effective between her legs.

John snapped his fingers. “Sylph, Jane, do you love each other?” The effect was immediate, oral-engagement turning into wild scissoring in the short time it took them to walk through the room. Lorelei bit her lower lip. She was present enough to realize, and be turned on by, what was happening.

They took the right door out of the showers and into the bath area. Many different sized tubs, few of them regular, most of them some kind of jacuzzi, and one specifically big enough that the entire harem plus a few more could fit in there. The extra size was meant to allow for visitors like Cindy to get the room they required. ‘With my tendency to add more women to my harem, maybe the extra space was just a subconscious security measure,’ the Gamer thought to himself.

Lorelei got placed in a three-person tub and doted on by Nia, Lee and Undine, the last of which used her powers to direct the hot water in pleasant ways. Stepping away to leave the harem to further ingratiate themselves with what would be their newest member, the only thing missing now the Lover’s Will mark, John turned to the indoor pool.

Metra met him at the edge, holding onto the capstones around the rim of the pool. A dark shape at the bottom of the clear water moved with creepy smoothness and speed, dragging her tail behind. “Looks like you knocked her out of it, my king.” Metra grinned, pointing with her head towards Lorelei who was at the border of passing out mid-bath.

“Yeah, well, human virgins need a bit of time to get used to me,” John boasted and knelt down. Metra’s hair was open and wetly sticking to her head, only her wolf ears were somewhat dry, courtesy of the short fur covering them and the occasional flapping. Scratching those adorable ears, he indirectly caused waves in the pool through Metra’s wagging tail. The wolf berserker repaid the favour by leaning towards his semi-erect dick and giving the head a couple of kisses. “What are you doing in the pool anyway?”

“Just getting used to moving underwater,” Metra responded dreamily, licking the almost fully erect dick. “By Fusion, I can taste the new girl on you.”

That was the moment Siena creepily surfaced next to the brown blonde. Elegant could also be used to describe it, but creepy was definitely the intention. Since Siena could magically adhere to any surface, she didn’t need to swim. Rather, she climbed up the wall of the three-metre-deep pool. Her monstrously long tongue extended and joined Metra in the service of his fully erect manhood for a few seconds. “She tastes good,” the midnight elemental remarked.

“I didn’t even taste her yet,” John complained.

“Eating out is not a particularly ravishing approach,” Siena laughed softly. “How close to Eliana would you say she places when it comes to being a good toy?”

“Submission, around equal. Masochism… well, she got the spirit, but her body is that of the average Abyssal,” John responded and groaned when the two women leaned further out of the pool to casually worship his cock with their eager mouths. “Girls, Lydia first,” he reminded them. “We’ll have to keep this going later.”

Metra made big eyes up to him and asked, “A quick domination of my senses for your sex slave, John?”

A request like that couldn’t be denied, so John grabbed her chin and said, “Cum for me.”

Opening her mouth wide, the ancient weapon’s face rapidly flushed. “Ah!” she let out a feminine cry, which was quickly followed up by a drawn-out moan. Her body quivered from the sudden climax. Compared to what else John could do to his women, the purely verbal release was pretty basic. A basic orgasm was still something greatly appreciated by anyone.

While John was busy witnessing Metra’s demanded release, Siena seized the moment. Her arms wrapped around his hips and she pulled herself further out of the pool, until her fat ass was above the surface. In one swift descent, she took the entirety of his cock down her throat. Hellish pleasure surged in the form of a myriad of tendrils. Awkward as John found that combination of words, ‘mouth-pussy’ was absolutely accurate for the midnight elemental, who had no need to eat and a deep desire to dominate her partners through pleasure.

Although he tried to fend it off, his climax was inevitable the second Siena had fully enveloped him. Her tongue was coiled around his balls, while the depth of her throat massaged and stroked him with devilish accuracy. Seed surged down her throat, only increasing his pleasure when the screams of her orgasm reverberated in his cock.

Pulling out of her was immensely difficult. Not only did the tendrils keep up their work, but her throat gripped him with such tightness that only Undine’s liquid body could surpass. Easiest would have been to just stay inside that suctioning hole and let her wring him dry. Before he could get off a second time, he managed to pull out though.

“Bad girl,” John chided her, his voice ragged with the need for release. Unashamed, Siena grinned up at him. Punishing the black-haired elemental would have only rewarded her. “I’ll deal with you later,” he only threatened and got up, marching towards a door at the north end of the pool. Through the glass door, he could see Lydia before he even entered the spa segment of their cleanliness area.

Lydia was lying on her back on a lounger, eyes closed and oiled up body getting worked by the well-trained hands of Aclysia. On another lounger, Nathalia was enjoying a similar, albeit much more debauched treatment. Beatrice was working the dragoness’ butt and thighs, while Salamander used her enormous tits to distribute oil all over her fellow redhead’s back. Practically part of the scene, Gnome stood two steps back from the lounger, perfectly aligned with Nathalia’s burning gaze, and masturbated where she stood.

“You like this, granny?” Salamander teased the dragoness.

“Your breasts are pleasing enough to forgive the insolence,” Nathalia purred, casting a hungry glance at John. She remained motionless, however, understanding the priorities here.

Lydia, perhaps alerted by the sound or the draft the opening and closing of the door caused, opened one eye, then closed it again. Taking it as a tacit demand to do as he preferred to give her the much demanded pleasure, John walked up to the lounger. It just so happened that her head was closer to him when he stopped. His cock was aching after Siena’s treatment and he just wanted to unload.

A snap of his finger had all women around perk up, until he said a name to limit the scope. “Lydia, are you my cum slut?” he asked. The answer was a long and audible inhale and her body arching enticingly on the lounger. Her nipples were already erect. Whatever treatment Aclysia had given her before John arrived, it doubtlessly involved some stimulation.

Lydia’s mouth opened slightly, then completely when her nose picked up the scent of his approaching manhood. Mouth and throat were aligned and the lounger at a perfect height for John to penetrate her all the way, until her ruby red lips were pushed against the base of his girthy shaft. As he pulled back, he could see her throat deflate and then stretch when he advanced again. Her tongue worked the upper side of his shaft.

Mercilessly, he fucked her throat. Her hips bucked off the lounger. Intuitively, she angled her legs. The traces of cum still on his cock and the extreme sensitivity of her throat, rare but not impossible among humans, had her scream around him immediately. The length of time she had waited for this could only have increased her enjoyment of the moment.

Without hesitation, he used her throat to completion. His balls rested against her face as they tightened and his seed was pumped into the haremette. No less thick and large than the first one, his load was guzzled down by an incredibly needy queen.

That was too little to give her what she deserved, yet John remained right where he was. Aclysia, turned on but diligent in her work, spread the vestiges of the last batch of oil over Lydia, then retreated with a bow. At the other side of the lounger, Jack got into position, aligning two cocks with wet and oily holes. Since Master Stud was past level 50, the second cock could also be grown on John’s extension.

Lydia’s regal image was completely shattered the moment the triple penetration happened in full. Spitroasted between the two bodies of her lover, the queen was every bit the gorgeous, adorable nymphomaniac as the rest of the harem. The muffled screams were music to John’s ears.