Chapter 477 – Spreading the slime [Erotic Content]<h1></h1>


    John could already hear what was going on inside when he stepped into the hallway. Well known moaning echoed through the straight space, connecting living room, bridge and the outside. A bit of an odd construction that, he always found, but the yacht was very much designed with its owner operating as the captain, so it worked.


    Not that it mattered, the only thing John really cared about was the question whether or not the space wasrge enough to allow all his harem members to sleep in the same room with him, which got a decisive yes. ‘These are odd things to think about while approaching your girlfriend and your German royalty lover having lesbian fun,’ he couldn’t butugh at himself as he pushed open the door.


    What he saw over the back of the couch were the shaking heads of Rave and Lydia. While his girlfriend was giving her lust sound as openly as ever, the brte on the opposite side was stoically keeping her lips sealed even as her eyes betrayed her desires. If the fact that she was going along with this didn’t make it obvious enough that Lydia had a really horny day.


    “Ya wait there for a minute,” Rave panted demandingly when John kicked the door closed behind himself, fast approaching with his pants disappearing into his inventory. “Girl time!”


    “We are…” Lydia began talking, stopping to gulp down her sighs of pleasure, “… certainly in the middle of something.”


    “Okay, okay,” John agreed, ncing away from them and at the table between couch, armchairs and television, using Possession on the tea-cup resting atop it. The new viewing angle was much more interesting.


    The two modestly chested women had their athletic bodies rubbing together by the hips. Their pussies, both with trimmed hair, were exuding their perverted tendencies through the liquid passion that turned their crotches into highlighted disys of where John wanted his face to be right now. Leaning backwards and away from each other over the length of the ck couch’s leather cushions, they were relying mostly on their arms for support.


    Their blue eyes were darting between the deeply attractive body of their opposite and the quickly engorging cock of the man who had pushed the doors to pleasure wide open for them. The man they both loved and who was stroking his meat absentmindedly in a reflexive gesture that did basically nothing. John liked being eye-candy to his girls, they returned the favour every day after all. Therefore, he lost the shirt as well and stood there in all his well-defined glory made from dense muscles normally hidden almostpletely under clothes.


    He could practically feel the air getting damper as eyes devoured his torso. Lydia bit her ruby red lips, the colour others hoped to emte with lipstick but almost always failed to, while Rave let out an elongated moan. “Ya don’t need to just stand there,” she told him in an uncharacteristically deep voice, clearly focusing to keep her words from scrambling. “As hot as it is, we got a third girl in the room.”


    John looked over to Beatrice, who was doing as Beatrice did and simply stood there, watching. Notpletely simply, to be absolutely fair, as she had pulled her clothes into her body and thus stood there nakedly. Also, she was masturbating and not exactly standing but leaning against the wall. All in all, she was doing as horny Beatrice did, as (being created by a pervert) lust was one of the few things she naturally caught onto.


    “Right,” the Gamer agreed, waving the passive maid over. A small smile appeared on Beatrice’s lips, the prospect of no longer needing to pleasure herself and being of use to John at the same time being of great enjoyment to her.


    “How do you wish to take me, Master?” she desired to know the moment she stopped in front of him. “Whatever your desire, I will do my all to enact it.”


    “Bend over,” Johnmanded, grabbing her with dominating roughness by the upper arm and pulling her heavy body towards the back of the couch. Immediately, she obeyed, hands wrapping around the leather, pushing her ass up as her face peeked over the grinding of the female sexes on the cushions.


    Cushions still not as soft as Beatrice’s ass, John was firmly convinced, as he gave it a good p. “Master!” she reflexively cried out, then gasped as John pushed the head of his erection against her pussy. He was still dry, except for the fat drops of precum at the tip, so he entered her slowly, a steady move into her, asionally interrupted by the Gamer pulling out a bit again.


    He wanted to bepletely lubricated by the time he was inside her, and with the over-abundance of sexual fluids that both of them oozed out, that wouldn’t be a problem. “You are… so big…,” Beatrice, who had and would never know another cock, gasped out as she felt herself stretched to the limit of what was pleasurable. A momentter, John began to fuck her in earnest. “Master!” she cried out again when John added the sound of continued spanking to the squelching of a rough fucking.


    On the sofa, things were quickly heating up. “Mhm-aaah,” the first sounds finally left Lydia’s stern lips as her body shivered. The sadist inside Rave immediately sprang into action, slightly changing their position. By grabbing Lydia’s left leg, the one that wasying on top of the techno lover’s own, Rave pulled herself up while simultaneously pushing the queen down. The position was now less about equal-scissoring and more Rave fucking the brte by intensely rubbing their slick pussies together, clits colliding in electric shivers over and over again.


    If the queen had any protests about this, she dared not voice them. The only sounds that came from her were the groans of pleasure stuck in her throat. “Lyly,” Rave gasped in a coercive tone, “don’tcha lie-lie to me, I heard ya moan before. Let me hear your sweet voice.” The smooth, supermodel tier leg that rested on her shoulder suddenly became the target of Rave’s teeth, as she lovingly pinched the skin between her cattishly sharp canines.


    Moments thereafter, Lydia’s t palm hit the leather with a sudden ‘Thud’, her militarily short nails scratching as her fingers and toes tensed up. “Jaaaaaaaaneeee!” she moaned out in what was probably originally intended to be aint but turned into an outcry of orgasmic release instead. Eventually it lost all resemnce to the name entirely, simply bing an outstretched shout, with the culprit relentlessly keeping the grinding going.


    “Shout my name more, ya little switch queen,” Rave demanded, her eyes quickly ssing over. Approaching her own orgasm, her mind shut down every function in favour of impulsive pleasure seeking. “Come here,” this found its outlet in her turning her head around and suddenly kissing Beatrice. The white-haired maid was subservient as always, returning the advances as the eager tongue of the pink-haired bombshell invaded her mouth.


    Wet sounds and the sweetness of the female voice in a state of not words but raw formations of the emotion of lust dominated the room with their imperfect grace. Around John’s cock, Beatrice tightened, as her sensitive lips wrestled with Rave’s. Their joined mouths muffled the high-pitched tones as they were both pushed over the edge and came.


    John witnessed his girlfriend tensing up, her hips rocking forwards in ast slide along Lydia’s quivering slit, the queen only slowlying down from her own climax. Indeed, the only things in the room that still seemed to be moving were the swirling tongues of the kissing pair and the Gamer’s hips as he forcefully fucked the fervent maids feverishly hot folds. In this chain of cumming, he was thest one, and with two more swings of his muscr hips, he blew his load deep into the artificial pussy.


    The moment the first spurt pumped out of his balls was the moment Beatrice could no longer uphold the concentration for the kiss. Her spine curved upwards, leaving Rave’s greedy mouth to catch one of the tastily pink nipples atop the hills of soft silicone. John concentrated on his fingers that were pressed into Beatrice’s bubble butt, on the jiggly softness and the trenches they dug through, how it bounced back against him every time his hips rocked a bit forward from the shocks his pumping balls sent through his muscles.


    Then all the tension was gone, and John slumped forwards to support his suddenly heavy body on the couch. “Whew,” he puffed the air out of his lungs, then kissed Beatrice’s hair, just because that felt right. “I do love our forey.”


    A period of recovery settled over the room as people caught their breath. “Yeah, ‘forey’,” Rave remarked with a chuckle, ying with Lydia’s nipples with tongue and fingers. “How’ya feeling, princess?”


    “Still horny, continue,” Lydia demanded. “Albeit I do have something I seek to know: switch queen?”


    “Wouldn’t ya say you’re a switch?” Rave asked.


    “…Ah, now I understand, the SM kind,” the queen nodded. “Well, I tend to agree.”


    “Different question, can I get on the couch now?” John asked, implying he really wanted this to move to the main menu. His dick was hard and his mind turning around all the wonderful things he could do with his loves.


    “No,” his girlfriend shot back with a sadistic smile. “More girltime!” Lydia raised her eyebrow, opening her mouth in what was likely to be a retort about theck of dick in her asshole. However, abination of Rave giving her a pleading nce and John looking scolded must have tickled the queen’s fancy, as she nodded in support.


    ‘Okay then,’ he thought, his sexually dominant side causing him to feel a sting of annoyance, ‘just going to keep this piece of ultra-hot ass then.’ Something stirred in the outeryers of his mind, some elemental had been listening in, although John didn’t react quick enough to find out who and didn’t feel the need to start a bigger investigation into it. Knowing the array of perverts that was connected to him, he would find out in a minute anyway.


    With stamina gathered up again, the scene resumed just as it had been left off. John was now bent over Beatrice, kissing her neck and keeping the strokes of his cock into her from behind quick. On the couch, the two teasing bisexuals went back to scissoring, albeit Lydia was now pushing back on who got to be the dominant one in that exchange.


    Fondling Beatrice’s firm tits, their softness circling within his palms, John waited for the arrival of the mystery onlooker. Eventually he felt something touch his feet, something of a well-known sliminess, pleasantly lukewarm and creeping up his body. He didn’t need to turn his head to identify the blue mass.


    A tongue that was made from water gently licked John’s balls, just as Undine created a second head next to his. “May I join?” the singsong voice asked, passion glinting in her golden eyes. Just sending his approval mentally, he made his answer clear by pressing his lips on her translucent ones. A note of saltwater apanied the sweet taste of her mouth as their tongues met. The boneless softness of her slime body was as alien as it was precious.


    Her hair, shaped likerge drops of viscous liquids stopped in their fall, swayed in the slow motions of their make-out session. On his back, John felt her body take proper shape out of the simple blob she preferred to bridge short distances as. In all likelihood, she had been hanging out in the bathtub.


    Herrge tits pressed against his back in all their juiciness. A second and third pair of them pressed against his shoulders as the water spirit took advantage of her liquid nature and split herself into several boobaliciously bouncy goo girls. “I love you, Master,” Undine whispered the magical words as she spread all over the previous foursome.


    John’s spine went upright to overlook the scene easier, see what exactly the red-scarred ocean elemental was going to do. First priority, and this pleased him greatly, were the four copies of Undine focused around him, all connected as one to be easier to control. At his back and both of his sides, they remained whispering dirty little nothings into his ear and caressing his body with slender fingers, thest one still sitting between his legs and showering his balls (and shaft whenever she could) in kisses. She also extended a tentacle down to Beatrice’s back entrance.


    A thin tendril at first, the naturally well-lubricated appendage had no problem slipping inside the made-for-sex hole. Pumping in unison with John’s hips, it slowly grew, widening the tight sphincter until it had reached the same girth as Undine’s summoner’s cock. “It’s so deeeep,” Beatrice purred ecstatically as both her holes were prated.


    “You can attain even greater heights of pleasure,” Undine whispered a song of sweet promises into her ear. “Just get your cock out.” Beatrice hesitated for a second, John was known to be cautious about the involvement of additional dicks near him. However, he gave her the go-ahead. A situation of chain-fucking waspletely fine in his book; it was where he ran risk touching them where he was ufortable. That aside, he couldn’t even see what was going on underneath her.


    By her screaming sounds of pleasure, it wasn’t hard to guess that whatever it was involved her cock being sucked off by yet another mouth of the gooeydy. Those moans soon turned silent, as Beatrice’s mouth was stuffed with yet another tentacle, parting out of the one fucking her ass. John saw some translucent blue hands reach out of the mass ofrge breasts and erotic whispers that was Undine and reach up to Beatrice’s tits, massaging them. Every single erogenous zone or hole was being used.


    As such it was no surprise the white-haired maid came after just a few moments. Then again. Then again. Then she squirted as her multiple orgasmsyered into a frightening ecstasy. Her body quivered, wanting to flee the relentless assault that fried her mind with ceaseless delight, but found itself restrained, only able to find release in the unending climax. Filling Undine’s greedy mouth with load after load of her cum, just as the stter of liquids from her pussy hit the carpet, Beatrice’s greyndscape of thought was wiped out in favour of a crackling, uncontroble white and red as her eyes rolled up in her skull.


    John was stuck between orgasms and short recoveries himself. With Undine’s warmth supporting his standing and giving him essentially an all body massage with numerous hands and cushioning boobs, he was rxed and concentrated on three things only: kissing the pleasing mouth of his water spirit, shaking his hips to fuck Beatrice, and watching the lesbian ongoing on the couch. His senses were engaged with all the girls in the room in some way.


    Undine didn’t want to stop at senses. This wasn’t enough. Even with her ability to ce her erogenous zones where she wanted, she desired more. A part of her separatedpletely from the blob of erotically winding clones. As with all the others, it was a perfect representation of her.


    The slime girl had a primordial look to her, like she was an early version of her own kind. Her skin wasn’t perfectly smooth but somewhat dripping like candle wax at ces, giving off the erotic illusion that her liquid skin was constantly sweaty. Much of the right side of her face, including the golden eye, was obscured behind a strand of herrgely single mass of hair. Out of the ocean-blue mono-colour of her head peeked two almost ck, stunted horns, barely deserving of the name for how dull and small they were.


    Her D-Cup breasts stood nakedly, the shape of nipples crowning on top in a slightly deeper colour, a change she made just for these sessions of lewd engagement. Over her right side curved the red scars of her past mistake. Their history aside, their swirling form was aesthetic to behold. A narrow waist was followed by wide hips, giving herrge and bouncy ass enough room to spread their round goodness. Her legs melded together at the kneecaps, giving her a pair of nice and thick thighs that she could show-off and spread while also keeping her able to flow rather than walk.


    And flow she did, right over to the scissoring action. “May I join?” she asked there as well.


    “If y-aaaah,” Rave moaned as Lydia used her opponent’s waning awareness for an offensive, their clits meeting aggressively, “can find the the roo-mhmmm.”


    The shape of the slime girl immediately changed, spilling over and around the two lovers on the couch in a wave that ran over their bodies, teasing their sensitive skin on the way, before manifesting again underneath them. Behind each of the girls now was an upper body of the ocean elemental, resting their heads on her ample bosoms, while teasing their forms with her wandering hands. The two halves met under the meeting ce of Rave and Lydia’s cunts, growing up into what was effectively a double-sided dildo there.


    “I approve of this immensely,” Lydiamented in the tone of the barely stern and, simultaneously with Rave, slipped over this prating opportunity with her much too wet snatch. Highly stic, the slime-appendage didn’t mind whatsoever being squished between the meeting cunts, allowing the tribbing to continue even with this new partner in the mix. “Put -oh mother metal- put it in my ass too,” Lydia demanded, her fa?ade quickly crumbling and then breaking violently as her body convulsed with the sudden pration of the anal-lovers favourite hole.


    Not having asked for it, a throaty and surprised sound from Rave indicated that the niceness was extended to her as well. Any words ofints were swallowed in favour of fucking the orgasmic queen, causing Rave’s own voice to rise in pitch until a drawn-out scream escaped both of their mouths.


    Soon, this duet of voices had John’s own deep one added in to the mix, onest m of his hips announcing the push past the edge, as he felt his just refilled balls sttering into Beatrice’s already overfilled pussy, cum causing her stomach to bloat slightly and the creamy white liquid to push past herbie. The passive maid loved every second of that feeling, and when the tentacle ripped out of her mouth, her scream was the loudest for just a second before the opera fit voice of Undine caused the ss in the room to tremble under the prolonged held note from her many mouths. It was a true symphony of orgasms that broke down one by one.


    Three breaths, that was as long John had before he heard a queen in a really perverse mood say, “I need your cock, John, right now!”