The room he found the girls in was a VIP lounge. Leather couches and seats stood around low, circular tables. It was more of a conversing room with techno music than a dance floor, but that didn’t stop some of the girls there from shaking their bodies. There were about twenty people in the room still, about half of which were members of John’s harem. The rest were either Maximillian’s sex friends, Chemilia or simply guests. Notably, Worlina was there.

The majority of women were stark naked and more than a few were completely occupied with making out with one another. Others were talking normally. Things mostly broke down among harem lines, with only Rave and Chemilia having something like a spanking contest being outside of that trend. John’s arrival was noted, but also largely ignored. Some cheered, as if he was the bringer of fantastic news. Aclysia and Beatrice made motions to come towards him, but remained seated when he sent them a quick mental update that everything was fine. He searched for Eliza.

She was sitting in a remote corner, still wearing her minimalistic leather clothes, and hadn’t noticed him yet. Between sipping on some weird, pink-glowing drink and talking/making out with Undine, her absurd senses must have been dulled considerably. Taking the rare opportunity to surprise her, the Gamer approached her from a blind spot.

Once he was behind her seat, he bowed down and put her in a headlock. For a moment, she went rigid, then her panicked inhale brought John’s particular scent to her attention and she relaxed again. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for hours,” the Gamer grunted and dragged her small body over the backrest of the couch. “You better be ready to get ravaged.”

Pulling her head back with his left hand, he stared down into her eyes. Meeting his gaze with an absolutely manic expression of lust, the rings of her eyes distorted into the shape of hearts, she opened her mouth only for the Gamer to hook two fingers into it. An overproduction of thick saliva immediately started to flow down her chin, while her tongue curved to lick the part of him she could. Her dishevelled hair stuck to her face. She had clearly been sweaty before, and now her body was getting really heated.

As was John. The hours of wanting his happy little sub, the alcohol and the light sleep deprivation put him in a peculiar mood that he thought best described as a sadistic trance. Eliza started to answer him with a simple, “Yesshhh,” but any further words she may have wanted to vocalize were ended by him tightening the headlock.

“Shut the fuck up, slut,” he told her, pushing deeper into her mouth. Her pearly white, sharp and absurdly perfect teeth parted further to allow him. “Who cares about the opinion of some whore who is drooling like a waterfall just because I shoved my fingers into her mouth? You’ll speak when I tell you to speak; until then, all I want to hear is your moans.” A throaty gasp was all the answer she could and was allowed to give.

John just barely noticed that the attention of the room was now shifting in his direction. Be it with surprise or envy, the women were observing his treatment of the masochistic blood mage. He barely noticed it. He absolutely didn’t care.

Removing the headlock, he allowed Eliza to breathe, while he moved his hand down. “If you’re useful for one thing, it’s this sexy body of yours,” he said while grabbing her tits. Through the smooth leather, he felt her hard nipples press against his palm. The piece of clothing was small enough that some of his grasp clawed directly into her squishy tit. He kept groping for a little bit, then became impatient and simply ripped the thing off her. The metal ring that kept it all together fell to the floor with an audible ‘clink’.

John slapped her tits, enjoying how the C-cups jiggled from his over-the-shoulder view. He pulled on her nipples, bit her ear and felt how Eliza grinded her round ass against the bulge of his cock. All the while, she panted through her open mouth like a bitch in heat. Her hands remained dangling at her sides, her legs were limp and her body ready to react to what he wanted to do with it.

He let go of her tits after one last twisting of her left nipple and quickly slid down her smooth midriff and into her thong. “Here I thought you were drooling like crazy with this useless hole of yours,” he said and stretched out her cheek, “now I find that you’re even more drenched down here!” He penetrated her with two fingers. Immediately he started to masturbate her. Howling from the initial parting and the rapid movements, Eliza came suddenly and intensely. Undine had done a lot of the preparation and the situation at large just made the perverted pretty psycho extra sensitive. That John cranked her up to 200% through Lover’s Will certainly didn’t hurt.

He kept going and going, the wet noises of his finger-fucking and Eliza’s ecstatic cries competing with the music. Moans from other women, witnessing the live show and getting off on it, either by themselves or through the help of others in the room, accompanied the erotic arrangement. John opened his character screen with his left hand.

“You’re entertaining to use, I have to give you that,” he growled, almost as if he was unwilling to say it. “Pretty face, one hell of a nice and compact body, easy to dominate - not to mention a totally masochistic nymphomaniac.” He unequipped his clothes and tore off her thong. Parting her outer lips with his scissoring fingers, he pressed the tip of his cock against her drenched pussy. “You’re definitely a nice, living cocksleeve. I’ll enjoy putting you to USE!” He thrust up and into her.

Eliza screamed, and immediately a wave of pussy liquid gushed from her tight cunt and splattered on the floor and the back of the couch. Quivering, tensing around his cock, her folds gripped him so hard it was difficult to move – even with how wet she was. With a little patience, he got it done regardless. Even in his current state of mind, he didn’t want to brute force the penetration.

He still went as quick and hard as he thought he could. Grabbing her throat and rubbing her clit, he controlled her while he fucked her where they stood. He had many more ideas what to do with her, but all of them went to the back of his mind as his own orgasm took precedence. He needed to cum inside her and was so delightfully close already that he just kept the tempo. The steady slapping of his groin against juicy ass and the screams of lust that he allowed to escape her throat were now the true music of the club.

Speeding up as much as he could, when his orgasm became inevitable, he stopped deep inside her when his shaft tensed. Seed rushed out of the tip of his dick and into her womb. Eliza’s eyelids fluttered, her agape mouth silent as her eyes rolled upwards and made her mess of a face a complete delight to stare down into as he pumped his cum inside her.

“Are you a broken mess of a sex slave, hm?” John hummed while he pulled out of her. Grabbing her by the hair, he prevented her from collapsing. Smashing her face into the upper edge of the cushions that served as the couch’s backrest, he repeated the question, “I asked you a question! Are you a broken mess of a sex slave?”

“Yash, Mashtahrrrr,” she slurred and then yelped when his right hand landed heavily on her exposed ass.

“Louder, you cocksleeve!” John demanded. “Let the world know, what are you?!”

“I’M A BROKEN MESS OF A SEX SLAVE!” Eliza shouted and was ripped back into an upright position. John rewarded her with a kiss. Although it was less of a kiss and more him using her mouth and tongue to play with in whatever way he pleased. She had neither the energy nor the will to meet his offenses with anything, just submitting herself to the whims of his movements. After about twenty seconds of sloppy and slurping sounds, John grew bored of this particular activity and went to something more fun.

He just didn’t know what. On one hand, he wanted to fuck and spank her ass until it was bright red, on the other, face fucking was exactly what he needed right now. “Too bad you’re only here once,” John sighed, breaking character for a moment. He considered whether he should try to enlist someone else to join and, if yes, who would be submissive or at least flexible enough to keep up with his current mood. Most of the girls, to be fair, but the optimal solution actually presented itself on its own.

“I can serve you, Master,” an oddly melodic version of Eliza’s usually unstable tone reached his ears. Looking over to the source, John found a near perfect copy of the blood mage sitting on the couch in front of him. From the white and blue hair, over her curves, to the blueish-purple tint of her skin, it was all an accurate representation of the original. Only the eyes had retained the golden colour of the abysstide elemental. “If it would please you.”

John normally didn’t consider Undine for his more sadistic moments. For all the virtues of a liquid woman, there was no choking a slime girl and spanking her, satisfying as it was to see the impact ripple through her body, did not leave imprints of his hand. At this specific moment, however, having a second submissive, short Eliza was exactly what he wanted. “Come here,” he simply commanded.

Climbing over the back of the couch, Undine was hit with her first reward of pleasure the second she had gotten into arm’s reach. John grabbed her by the chin and stared deep into her golden eyes.

“You will do the same as her, you understand? No talking unless I tell you to. You will moan and you will serve, that’s it. Answer.”

“Yes, Masterrrrr.” Un-Eliza’s answer became an extended, lustful rattle. John had made his last demand into a proper command and that had been enough to send Undine over the edge. With a disgusted snarl, John pointed towards the floor. Hastily, the abysstide elemental dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. Grabbing her by the hair as well, John slammed right into her throat.

The exterior was a wonderful recreation of Eliza, but inside, Undine was still Undine. The throat he pushed into was a firm liquid that reshaped immediately to be a perfect mould for his cock. Lubrication was abundant, allowing him to get to facefucking her without any delay. Carrying through the sensitive slime, the vibrations of her muffled scream only added further pleasure to every thrust.

“Now what do I do with you?” John wondered and looked at the real Eliza. The anticipation in her eyes cast a smile on his face. “Really just a set of holes that wants to be used, that’s what you are,” he scolded her, getting back into his sadistic trance. “Masturbate,” he ordered her and watched as Eliza’s hands wandered to her cunt and started working, one hand penetrating as deep as her fingers could reach and the other focusing on her clit. “Turn around. Present yourself,” he continued to give commands.

Eliza obeyed each immediately and was rewarded just as fast. However, where she should have felt the relief of orgasm, only the rising ecstasy could be felt. John knew, as he had currently sealed her ability to cum. Not daring to stop, too submissive and too loving of this treatment, Eliza kept fingering her cunt even as her pleasure rose beyond the normal boundaries.

Aiming to make it even worse for her and indulge in his second plan, John acted with divided attention. Spanking the blood mage’s round bottom while fucking Undine’s readily available throat, the Gamer used his ability to masterfully multitask to a self-serving end.

Smack! Smack! Smack! The repeated impacts of his right hand on Eliza’s presented ass were a second rhythm to the constant slamming against Undine’s face. Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! The squelching of penetrating the slime girl was delightfully depraved. Breathless, her mouth could continue to be used without pause. Beyond superhuman, Eliza didn’t fall unconscious from sensory overload where the Gamer’s sexual supremacy would have turned any regular slut into a twitching, unmoving mess.

Even she had her limits somewhere, however.

As John dropped a third load deep into Undine’s throat, Eliza collapsed. She continued to masturbate, but her legs refused to carry her any longer. Sighing, John pulled out of Undine’s throat. “Get on top of her, over her stomach,” he commanded the abysstide elemental. A moment of repositioning later, he looked down on two Elizas lying on the floor in an X-formation. One, Un-Eliza, was on her fours, presenting her pussy and back entrance. The other was on her back, still following his order to pleasure herself. Both were looking for his next move. “Stop masturbating,” he commanded.

Eliza was hit with a moment of relief. A very short-lived moment, as the act of stopping itself brought her more pleasure and John still kept her orgasm bottled up. Before her lust could start dwindling, he replaced her fingers with his and fingered her even quicker than she had. At the same time, he pushed into Undine’s asshole. Tightness and texture were expertly simulated and John groaned with delight. Eliza’s desperate moans, coming in short bursts, were almost as rewarding as every thrust he took into that slippery backdoor.

Undine shouted with orgasmic delight, almost as if she wanted to make Eliza jealous. Although she carried the blood mage’s voice, her tone was unmistakably her own, as every single one of her debauched cries hit a perfect note. The contrast between the natural songstress and the unstable masochist was stark. John loved both kinds of noises that caressed his ears.

“Do you want to cum, Eliza?” he asked, causing the pretty little psycho to wind even more on the floor. Each time he said the word ‘cum’ he made sure it was a command and each time all Eliza felt was the beginning of an orgasm, followed by yet more pleasure mounting inside her. “Do you need to cum? Crave to cum? Are you a pretty little whore that needs to cum? Tell me, slave, if your unworthy little cocksleeve of a body needs to cum.”

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS,” Eliza screamed over all other sounds of debauchery in the room, dominated by lesbian engagements.

John released the mental barrier around Eliza just as he came inside Undine’s backdoor.

The pussy walls around his fingers contracted suddenly. Love juices gushed and squirted out in an intense wave and Eliza’s scream had a second, primal, wordless echo. Her hips shot off the ground, her toes curled and her eyelids fluttered. The absolute force of the orgasm started intensely and was about to unfold in all of its pent-up glory.

John put the barrier back in place, just as his second spurt of cum pumped into Undine. Ignoring Eliza’s desperate whimpers as her ruined orgasm petered out, leaving her almost more bothered than before, the Gamer calmly enjoyed the rest of his fifth climax. Only when he had fully left every last drop inside Undine, did he pull out and give attention to Eliza.

“What kind of cocksleeve thinks she can cum without a cock inside her?” he ridiculed Eliza, while repositioning himself so he could slap his erect dick onto her swollen cunt. Several gooey strands connected them, more numerous and thicker with each time. The submissive plaything shuddered each time as if something extremely hot was touching her. “Undine, give her mouth something to do,” he told the third member of their threesome.

Wordlessly, Undine obeyed, straddling Eliza’s face and presenting her pussy to be eaten. Likely wanting any distraction she could get, or just because it was her instinct, the pretty little psycho played along. There were a solid three seconds of undisturbed, wet sounds, then John slowly pushed into her cunt. Once inside, he went straight to fucking her at a relentless pace.

Her pussy was absolutely crazy. As if her entire body understood the implication of what he had said, it clenched and quivered around his thrusts with the sole intent of wringing his seed from him. John wasn’t intent on letting her wait long. After five loads, his urge for a proper bed was slowly winning over his need to fuck the living hell out of his fucktoy.

Almost unceremoniously, he just pushed into her one last time and started unloading into her. This time, he lifted the restriction for good, allowing Eliza to turn into a spasming mess that couldn’t eat pussy even if she tried. Her hands jittered, fingers clawed at the air and her midriff wound left, right, up and down in random, sensuous movements. Among all of that, her legs somehow managed to lock behind his hips and pull him the last few millimetres possible into her greedy cunt. Muffled screams were lost inside the hairless cunt of her double. Undine may not have cum from the sloppy cunnilingus, but the enjoyment of the situation still radiated from her mind.

John let that crazy pussy milk every last drop from his cock and remained inside her for a little while longer than that. Her legs simply did not back off, the soft, meaty thighs remaining pressed into his hips, occasionally tensing with yet another of the slowly weakening spasms that wrecked her body.