John had a hunch that there would be a source of water inside the fortress and he was absolutely right. The grey stone structure had been placed on top of what was either the only or the last major oasis in the desert. There was an entire underground lake, easily enough to sustain several thousand people, fed into by natural means. The lake had been used for nothing, Mettle took care of sustenance and hydration, and likely wouldn’t be used for anything either.

The Gamer planned to shepherd the entirety of the people out of the desert. It would be hard enough to feed them in landscapes they introduced edible plants to. There was absolutely nothing to be gained from having them stay all the way out there. The desert was something they could colonize again in several hundred years, when they had actually filled the rest of the barren map up with cities and villages, located in environments that weren’t so entirely hostile. During that trip, they would still rely on Mettle.

Which meant that John had no reason whatsoever to worry about the drinkability of that water. Still, he had Gnome wall off a segment of it, before she joined Undine in recovering the people attached to the mana engine. Stripped naked, the environment illuminated by a Stirwin in his juvenile form, he dipped his toe in the lake. It was cold, borderline unpleasantly so, and he reconsidered his commitment to the bath. He felt his girlfriend creeping up behind him. Magus Step removed him from the path of the shove just in time.

She stumbled and would have fallen face first into the cold lake, had he not caught her. “You’re lucky I’m a nice guy,” he told her. With most of his haremettes, he would have either let them fall or faked out at this point. With Rave, he knew that subjecting her to cold water went too far, heat seeker that she was.

“And once again, I’m the fucking heater,” Salamander grumbled, taking a step into the water. While her presence warmed the cold water to hot spring degrees, John had a choice to go through. The last Adventure Quest had rewarded him with a free level in Metracana Master, after all.

‘Oh, that’s big,’ John thought. Pseudo Metracana and Foundation of Babel were repeat choices and both just as potent as last time he saw them, but Metracana Monster Girls, that was incredibly powerful. ‘Aside from Metra, all my AS would get their scaling increased. Doesn’t say it applies retroactively, so it wouldn’t be an immediate benefit. Typically, a future Perk does unlock the ‘lost’ points though.’

It would take a while before the First of Wrath benefitted from the bonus. She only had one Perk in the monster girl category so far. An entire cycle through the Artificial Spirit Skill would be needed before she qualified. Still, a scaling increase on three was good enough, the delay ultimately just an inconvenience, not a reason to skip out on this clearly superior option.

The water was warm enough now and John stepped into the pool. It was only about half a metre deep and he sat comfortably in the edge area. Carefully, Rave dipped a finger into the pool. Pulling back, she only joined John when the water had heated up another five degrees. At that point, the heat radiating from Salamander decreased to more acceptable temperatures. She only had to maintain what was reached, not to go any further.

John cupped water between his hands and gently poured it over his feline girlfriend’s head. It was only the first stage of a process that lasted ten minutes, scrubbing her curves down with his bare hands. She was only the first he did this with, as Eliana, Metra and Beatrice all deserved their individual cleaning and he was eagerly providing it for all of them.

It was a purely attentive procedure. Certainly, his hands brushed over, caressed and lingered at indecent places as he massaged and cleansed them. It never got truly sexual. At three quarters hard, his dick was ready to engage. While Undine and Gnome still counted the corpses among the captives, John was not comfortable engaging in his lust, however. Even when they joined the rest of them in the pool, things stayed, by their standards, modest.

Of their group, only Momo was missing. The sassy support had stayed behind to read and to confirm the Velkyrion siphoned no more power towards the Eternal Fortress. Since that was confirmed now, she was flying her way north before anyone could strike her position. Her remaining alone in the south had been the riskiest part of the entire endeavour and John felt lighter for everyone reconvening.

Light enough that his dick finally achieved full mast.

“Is that for me?” Rave hummed, her ass pressed against his groin. Her perfect bubble butt, wiggling up and down in all of its juiciness, after a week away from her. Of course, his dick was for her and he did not even get to answer before she gave him a nod that signalled for them to move out of the water.

Intrigued about what she was planning, John played along and relocated from within the edge of the pool to on top of it. The raw stone under him had been heated up by the proximity to the water and was comfortable enough. Rave snapped her fingers twice, grabbing the attention of the women around her.

“Eliana, Mat, come here and help me satisfy him. Bae, massage your Master’s back,” the leader of the harem ordered and bowed down to his cock. The tone she used to command her fellow women was incredibly hot, especially because all three so readily obeyed. Understanding John’s deep-seated love for symmetry, Rave let Eliana take the middle, making room for the super submissive masochist after a few initial kisses of the Gamer’s manhood. Between the wolf and cat eared women, their facial shapes so close they could have been half-twins, if such a thing existed, the pretty little psycho looked small.

“Fucking finally!” she cried out. There were other curses on her lips, but they got stuck in her throat when she greedily took him inside. John groaned, Eliana screamed, her neck bulging as she took him all the way inside her sensitive throat.

“Good girl,” Rave purred, grabbing Eliana by the back of the head and mistress-handling the sub up and down her boyfriend’s shaft. “Maybe girl is a bit too nice for ya… good cocksleeve, how about that?” Ecstatic agreement reverberated in John’s shaft. “Metra, worship his balls.”

“Oh, I could get used to this,” John gasped, watching his girlfriend dominate his harem as his proxy. Eliana came loudly, drooling all over his dick, and continued to be ‘forced’ up and down at a high pace. Below, his balls were getting a nice and attentive tongue bath. Leaning back, his head found support in Beatrice’s decently sized bosom. The passive maid smiled down on him, while skilfully rubbing his shoulders and lower neck. All of this happened under the approving, depraved gaze of Rave.

Eliana came again, her eyes rolled upwards and her body quivering. The four of them had been taking care of each other on the road, but even though they had theoretic access to a dick through Beatrice, none of them had taken that particular offer. By consequence, they were extremely sensitive at the moment, yearning to have all of their deeper spots stimulated. John had only had sex when he needed to sleep himself, so he was not going to last long.

“Ya can have it,” Rave whispered, into Eliana’s ear. “I’ll get something from ya later in return.”

With those words, she pulled the submissive cumdump back, until only the head of John’s cock was inside her mouth. Rave and Metra placed their lips on either side of his shaft and slid up and down in unison. John reached up and dragged Beatrice down. The pillowy lips of the short-haired maid met with his, just as he pumped Eliana’s mouth full with spurt after spurt of his seed.

Eliana swallowed softly, trying to keep as much of his enormous load in her mouth as she could. When his orgasm diminished to a dribble, she pulled back, entirely on her own, and presented the thick white. Throatily moaning, she swirled the orgasm-inducing liquid in her mouth, before swallowing it in one large gulp. Potent, the reward electrified her body, shook it to the core as she opened her mouth to present her now ‘clean’ mouth. Her tongue lolled out in the process, her eyes once more rolled up. Rave leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Then, Eliana slouched backwards, joining the other haremettes in the pool. Undine greeted her with a deep kiss.

The servicing of the Gamer continued without pause. With just a little gesture of her head, Rave made it understood that it was Metra’s turn. In lack of other orders, the self-proclaimed sex slave pleased him as it pleased her: by straddling him and impaling herself on his cock. Her folds gripped his cock tightly. Clenched, as her mouth opened wide. “Ffffffffffuck!” she gasped. The corners of her mouth twisted into a perverted grin.

She wrapped her arms around his neck for stability, as she rose back up as quickly as her spasming legs allowed her. One swift drop and John could feel the gushing of her slippery pussy juices over his groin. Tall as she was, seated on his legs, John had to stretch to whisper into her ear, “You’re having a lot of fun for a sex slave.”

“S-sorry, my king, your cock is just… too fuuucking gooooooooood!” she screamed, as she forced her body to move at a rapid pace. “Break me again, break me again!” the blonde berserker babe begged loudly. “I’m utterly yours! You made me your submissive bitch! Make me worse, please, my king!”

John obliged her gleefully, bringing both his hands down on her ass with a loud slap. Just as his fingers grabbed her toned, round ass, he spiked her sensitivity to the maximum. All words were eradicated in a prolonged scream of ecstasy. He thrust up into her, made the cocksleeve bounce on his lap. She spasmed, her tail wagged, her orgasmic cries bounced around the cave.

They were accompanied by the giggles of two other women; Beatrice and Rave now tended to his back together, covering his skin with tokens of appreciation and filling his ears with adoration. “Love ya, tiger.” “Master, your dominance is enticing.” “Ya make us cum so hard.” “Time without you is time incomplete.” “I’m always happiest when you’re around.”

“I love all of you,” John gasped and thrust upwards one more time. His hips quivered. His balls tightened. Metra’s spine arched as she received his load. Her deliciously brown and toned midriff shifted along the convulsions of her body. Each, the Gamer felt around his dick. Each milked a little bit more of his cum.

A hand on the side of his face made him turn directly into the awaiting lips of his girlfriend. Their tongues wrestled for three long, wonderful seconds, then Beatrice urged for his attention by mimicking the gesture. She tasted of sweet oranges, an almost nostalgic flavour in this dire world. Back and forth it went like this, until the last drop was drained from him.

Twitching, grinning and giggling, a dumb-fucked Metra kept her seat on his groin until Rave circled around and reminded her where she was. “Used sex slaves make room for their replacements,” the leader of the harem stated. A slight bit of focus returned to the blonde’s eyes and she rose from John’s lap.

He focused on the Lover’s Will Mark as she did. Gradually, it rose higher, the bulge of his girthy cock retreating behind and under it. Her abs tensed one more time, pressing a deep moan. Then her brown-skinned midriff was swiftly replaced by the enormous bubble butt of Beatrice. The seductive roundness of her fat ass descended on his still erect dick. His lust flared at the sight of his favourite part of the female form. Instinct took over, he grabbed Beatrice’s arms, and thrust up into her the moment he had penetrated the outer folds of her dripping wet cunt.

Before he knew it, they were both standing. The passive maid screamed unashamedly to the rhythm of her Master hammering against her rear. Overabundant squishiness flattened in response to the repeated impacts. Clapping and wet squelching sounds, all caused by the merciless pounding of the screaming maid. Pussy juices gushed, most of them lapped up by Rave, who was kneeling between Beatrice’s legs, worshipping cunt or balls as the opportunity arrived.

‘Fuck, she has such a fantastic ass!’ John thought, entranced by the jiggle. The absolute love he had for the female backside, especially one so juicy, animated him to go even faster. Beatrice’s moans ceased. The ecstasy was just too much for her. Her legs were about to give in. Wanting to see her face and really feel that ass, he pulled out and quickly repositioned. Heavy as she was, being made from metal, John had no problem lifting her up. Standing, his hands clawing into her massive derriere, her thighs and arms possessively wrapped around him, John fucked and groped her however he wished, while watching the absolute depravity of the situation reflect on her face.

Rave now focused entirely on tongue-bathing his sack, skilfully keeping her worship to a non-hindering degree. Special care went into an orgy, especially when there was only one male participant. Women in that situation had to enjoy aiding their fellow female’s ecstasy and to wait for their turn with lustful patience. That support and that mindset had to be cultivated and very few were cut out to even dabble in it beyond youthful indulgence. The harem had long since exceeded dabbling, they were all at the pinnacle of group perversion. However indulging the origin, the truth remained the truth: haremettes got borderline orgasmic watching one of their own get their brain’s scrambled by their man’s cock.

A unified gasp of excitement left all of the women around when John thrust up into Beatrice one last time. Purely psychological, no magic or other factors involved, they all independently felt a surge of desire when Beatrice, still silent, had her pussy filled with the third of the Gamer’s absurdly large loads. Imagining themselves in her situation, one everyone had been in numerous times before, and simultaneously lovingly happy for the bliss experienced by one of their own, several of them brought themselves to climax or very close to it.

John noticed all of this subconsciously, his own thoughts melting at the way Beatrice’s quivering cunt caused his shaft to tense and tense again. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. His hands clawed intensely into her rump, feeling the smooth plumpness of her bottom-heavy figure.

Eventually, he lowered her down. His legs were weak, it was a miracle he managed to keep standing through all of that. In a display of incredible perversion, Sylph and Siena pounced on Beatrice the moment she was on the ground, competing over who could savour more of the Gamer’s cum from the oozing pussy of the white horned maid.

John himself was dragged by his impatient girlfriend back down to the edge of the pool. “Finally, get ya to myself,” she purred, straddling him in reverse. Again, John felt the surge of deep desire only the satisfaction of a kink could bring. The perfect ass of the feline Lightbearer, balanced so delicately between size, softness, swing and smoothness, was a sight that would make anyone envious of John’s position. Especially when it was her backdoor that was getting pressed against the head of his dick.

“One week and that’s where you want to have me first?” the Gamer asked, enough of the horny fog cleared to let him be snarky again. “When did you turn into a butt slut?”

Rave grinned over her shoulder. “I’m just your slut.” Her glowing tail curved out of the way so it wouldn’t interfere with any of the visual amazingness. She wiggled her hips left to right, smearing precum all over the tight entrance. “I just wanna have my tiger’s fat cock up my butt, ya complaining?”

Putting both hands on her hips, he gave a clear, “Never,” and was rewarded with the slow descent of her seductive rear. The first few centimetres were, like usual with anal, the slowest. The head of his cock pushed into and past the relaxed sphincter. Rave threw her head back, letting out delighted grunts that turned into feminine moans the further down she got. The more her body remembered how many more times before this cock had been inside her, the more her pleasure visibly increased.

“Oh, Gaia, that’s good,” she gasped when she was all the way down. “So deep… so thick…”

John could only grunt in agreement, the tightness of her backdoor enveloping him absolutely with the heat of her body. Customarily, they let her body get used fully to the size again. In the interim, Rave continued to wiggle her hips left to right. The tiny gasps she let out because of that were not enough for the Gamer.

One arm wrapped around her torso, he pulled her back against his chest. The smooth skin of her athletic, bottom-heavy form felt fantastic. Holding her clasped, he moved his other hand to her crotch. Middle and ring finger curved inside. Fully relaxed in his arms, Rave rested her head on his shoulder as he began to masturbate her.

He diminished the pleasure she felt, reducing it to a point where he estimated that all of his passive increases were offset. It was a matter of keeping this transitory phase relaxing and one of pride. Even without his Skills, he was a master at this, and he wanted to prove it to himself and her once again.

Effortlessly, he located the most sensitive spot in the entrance area of her pussy. Many would have described it as the g-spot. Although that being as universal a factor of the female physique as some insisted was very much in dispute, Rave specifically had something approximating it. She gasped wantonly when he rubbed the spot inside her drenched cunt with his fingertips. The rubbing transformed into constant stimulation, accelerating more and more. He could feel the pressure he put onto that sensitive spot through her skin and on the base of his own thumb.

Eventually, he reached a tempo he could hold consistently. He did as a vibrator would and kept a constant pace. There was a reason why women loved those toys and emulating them was a definitive road to success. All the tell John needed to confirm what he already knew was the changing tone of Rave’s moans. Louder, of a higher pitch, more frequent, accompanied by audible breathing that bordered on hyperventilating.

“Yes… keep it going… keep it going… I’m…” she panted. “Oh… oh f… yes… YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!” Rave screamed, her hips bucking, her midriff trembling, and her upper body forced to remain where it was by the barricading left. “J-john… John… Ah! AHH! J-oh-n-n-nn-nnnnnn.” The stuttered, scrambled syllables responded to the ceaseless movement of his fingers. He wasn’t stopping, not yet, there was a further climax to be reached. The cock in her ass added to the excitement, his skilled fingers coaxed the very most of her, and Rave screamed when she suddenly squirted all over his hand. Three more seconds, John continued, then his fingers finally came to a halt and he let the heavily breathing love of his life ride out the aftershocks of her intense climax.

“You should be a slut for me more often,” he whispered in her cat ear.

“I’ll be your complete slut for a day after we get done here,” she whispered back, her voice dreamy in that post-orgasmic way. “Just your girlfriend, being a good little cumdump, as you love it.”

“I love you no matter what you do,” John responded.

“Then lay back and let me take it from here,” she demanded with a wink, raising her head from his shoulders.

John obliged, having had his fill of dominance (for the minute). The stone under his back was not as comfortable as his bed, but comforting in its solidness. Looking down his body, he swallowed hard when the perfection of her ass rose up. Stretched wide by his girthy cock, her back entrance nonetheless clung tightly. Lube provided by the bodies of three other haremettes made the entire endeavour as smooth as was maximally enjoyable.

Greedily, Rave accelerated rapidly. By the fourth bounce of her bubble butt, her hair was flying. By the tenth, the wet clapping of her rippling ass was almost as loud as her rhythmic cries. She kept her hands above her head, to show the only pleasure she felt was that one of riding his dick. She did not look back, focused entirely on what she was doing. The simple up and down was intermingled with elaborate motions. Her round ass oscillated on his manhood, until she could bear the intricacies of performing a belly dance on his cock no longer and resumed primitively impaling herself on his erection.

Back and forth that went, raw desire competing with the expression of sexual skill. She came again and again riding him. Ass filled with his large dick, she came, pussy gushing and form spasming. Relentlessly, craving ever more, she kept moving, until she got what she wanted the most.

Without words, they both knew it was about to happen. Rave lowered her ass down swiftly one more time. Whether it was the sensation that sent him over the edge or the sight of the forceful ripple, John did not care about. Fact was that he unloaded inside her rear as she screamed his name in adoration and ecstasy.

They remained as they were for longer than their orgasms truly continued. The world was nothing but the two of them for a bit, at least to John. Time did feel like it was standing still for them.

Of course, time did no such favours and eventually Rave rose from his dick. They slipped back into the water, getting continuously cleaned by the magic of the abysstide elemental inside it, and continued the orgy. They had much to do, but for this, after a week, there had to be room.