Chapter 1242 – Further Training [Erotic Content]


    “Do I have to?”


    Claire was bundled up under one of the few blankets that could be found on the bed. Usually, they were pushed far off to the side, more a decorative element than something to be used in an environment already overabundant with heat from the artificial summer night and all of the curvaceous forms around.


    “It smells so good in here.” Unashamedly, the vampire maid bundled some of the silk sheets with her fists and pulled them up to her face. Huffing audibly, the outline of her butt became visible as she excitedly wiggled around. “Smellsogoodsma-“


    “Claire, speak clearly,” John ordered, after snapping his fingers.


    “It smells so good, Master,” Claire responded with a loving sigh. It swiftly turned into a happy giggle when his approving nod fired the rewarding glee straight into her neurons. “Smells like you... smells like me... smells like us... I love it, Iloveit, ilo- I love it.”


    As much as John approved of her indulging herself in the scent of the entire harem, he did need to get her out of the bed. “Claire, I want to pamper you,” he stated outright. “However, you’re not just going to remain inside this building, much less this room. There’s a world out there that I need you to become a part of.”


    “I’m already part of your world, isn’t that enough?” Claire asked with a joking smile on her face. It was actually good to see she was still capable of these jokes. Occasionally, John got worried that Salamander had been right and Claire, completely separated from her old life, would crash into becoming an entirely different person. Certainly, there was a lot to love about an obsessed, lovey-dovey maid that was at his beck and call. The Claire he had fallen in love with was as charming as she was eager to rip her enemy’s spines out.


    ‘Thinking about it, she always lived two extremes simultaneously,’ he thought.


    John was forced into inaction by the pair of big red eyes that looked at him. ‘Adorable’ was not in the list of adjectives usually appropriate for a vampire. With only the upper half of her face visible underneath a thick, silky blanket that laid quite fittingly over her bottom-heavy curves, it was only one of the few appropriate ones. Another one would be ‘sexy as hell’.


    ‘Fuck it, this is my house,’ the Gamer thought and climbed on the bed. There was no need to disrobe, since he had never gotten dressed to begin with. With one heavy tug, he ripped the blanket off Claire and grabbed her by the throat.


    It was the first time he did so, but he still knew what her reaction would be. With a borderline euphoric grin, she completely submitted herself to him. He forced the vampire maid – HIS vampire maid – underneath him. Her hips were readily raised, his thighs stuck between hers, her knees angled by his side.


    Hard and fast, he plunged into her. Her pussy was drenched with fluids and the cum he had pumped into her not thirty minutes earlier. The bed wouldn’t have been empty if they hadn’t been past the morning orgy stage.


    Claire was pinned underneath him. His frame wasn’t quite broad enough to properly bury her under him. The size difference between them was sufficient to cover her, which was satisfying enough to his dom brain. Screaming as much as the choking allowed, the submissive vampire wholly agreed. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers softly scratching his back, while her heels pushed into his hips, trying to pull him deeper in with every thrust.


    John could not see her expression, only her white hair while he lovingly bit her neck or earlobe. Over and over again, he hammered her into the mattress. “Harderharderharderharder, yes, Master, yes! Fuck me, John, fuck me, me, me – use me to get off, use me, you deserve to use me. Onlyyouonlyyouo-“ Her crazy, lustful rambling came to an end when a particularly hard orgasm made her squirt all over his cock.


    The Gamer kept going. Claire was, unsurprisingly, doing much better at staying conscious during and after getting thoroughly ploughed by her Master. Unlike Lee and Lorelei, her Endurance was high enough to match the strain that experiencing several minutes of uninterrupted orgasms, multiplied in their intensity, put upon a body. Not needing to actually breathe certainly helped with that as well.


    Without thinking about it, John rutted into her. He completely lost track of time. All he did was fuck her, at a consistent speed, at the same angle, filling the room with the smacks of his groin against her fat ass. He came once, but the fog of lust did not clear so he just kept going unrelentingly.


    “Always marking your territory,” Nia said, suddenly lying next to them.


    Claire jumped; John raised his head to look at her. The blonde’s piercing blue eyes barely showed her desire – which was a vast improvement. Even now, she suffered from having the resting bitch face of an ice queen, despite the borderline dorky animal lover underneath.


    Demandingly, he grabbed Nia by the arm and pulled her to his face. Her pale pink lips tasted like nothing, but the warmth of her lips and methodically answering tongue were as human as always. Nia moaned, her lips sensitive to his touch and his magical power. Turned on, a pariah’s senses could receive stimuli used for combat in erotic manners.


    Spurt for spurt, he painted the insides of Claire and Nia white. Each surge of seed was an electrifying current that forced his entire body to become rigid, then relax. By the end of it, he felt dizzy, his heart beat fast, and it dawned on him that he had been holding his breath. Intensely, he exhaled and found a bit of sanity in the air that filled his lungs afterwards.


    Reason that was immediately put in service of his dom instincts. While he let the pussies wring the last drops of cum from his rigid shafts, he put his arms around the two who had been made to watch. He pulled them closer, smacked them on their round butts, and then moved his fingers to their drenched cunts. Even with the hypnotic suggestion still active, they eagerly let his hands replace theirs.


    Metra and Nathalia were orgasmic messes already and his fingers worsened that state within seconds. Even though he had so utterly exhausted himself, Gamer’s Body restored him to full stamina with just a few moments of proper rest. Rapidly fingering them, he made them gush, until eventually toppling both of them over with a shove of his shoulders.


    “Keep watching,” he told them and pulled out of Nia and Claire. The two moaned, their empty cunts twitching and oozing globs of cum. “Suck me off,” he ordered that pair. Opportunity and demand snapped them out of their bliss-fuelled inertia.


    Sloppily, they repositioned themselves, ending up on all fours in front of him after a terribly long five seconds. Retaining his lead, the Gamer grabbed them both by the head and made them attend to his now singular cock together. They came again, licking the mixture of Claire’s pussy juice and semen off his rock-hard rod. In their eagerness to suck his cock, they indirectly kissed repeatedly.


    John elected to let Nia have the first proper taste. Thoroughly fucked, Claire had the patience to watch eagerly. She understood, from several demonstrations yesterday, that her blowjob technique was lacking sorely. As one of the premiere cocksuckers of the group, physically capable of orgasm from having her throat stuffed on its own, Nia was one of the best to emulate.


    Especially because Nia also loved to stay with his cock deep down her throat.


    Once she had the entirety of him inside her, her lips never slid more than a third up his length. It did not take more than that to provide steady stimulation from the pleasurable friction. Lewd slurping sounds echoed whenever her greedy movements broke the tight seal of her lips. Every now and again, when she was all the way down, she stopped. Rather than move back and forth, she gyrated, providing less intense but nevertheless constant reasons to groan with delight.


    Claire watched it all with glassy eyes and a wide open mouth, drooling. When John made the switch, she leaned in faster than he pulled her. The eagerness was appreciated and he let it pass that she violated the power dynamic in this small manner. Ultimately, this move outside physical guidance was still in service to his unspoken desires.


    Replicating the movements in a less fluid manner, she demonstrated the attention she paid. A few hours of constant practice, which she would get over the coming days, and she’d be a good little cocksleeve. A few more weeks and her mouth would be a true comfort hole.


    Back and forth, he switched between them. Once, Claire broke out into her ramblings again, which John glared at her for. That was enough to make her shut up. Bottling the words up made her fidget.


    When he was coming closer, he grabbed Nia’s head with both hands and fucked her face relentlessly. Barely, he saw Nathalia and Metra lick excess cum from the bedsheets, while still bringing themselves to one orgasm after another.


    Their fingers could never achieve what his cock did, though. While her neck bulged each time he pushed his entire dick past her upper pair of lips, Nia’s blue eyes nearly vanished under her fluttering lids. She was struggling to keep her upper body propped up, asphyxiation and rough throat fucking making her limbs turn into jelly. Mercilessly, he kept pushing inside, under the envious gaze of Claire. She coveted what she didn’t have – and that was an emotion that was much better to have, in the harem, than jealousy, to fear someone would take what she had.


    Progress confirmed, John hammered his way to orgasm. The first spurt, he let loose inside Nia’s throat. With each following one, he pulled back a little further. Fully trained, the pariah did not need to be told what to do once his dick rested with only the tip inside her mouth. While her mouth filled with his delicious cum, she circled the weak spot under his glans. Properly milking him, Nia grabbed his shaft and pushed every last drop out with slow, deliberate strokes.


    Knowing where this was going, Claire’s squirming became even more intense. Had it not been for John’s constant stares, she would have thrown herself at Nia and taken her share of his seed in a rather forceful fashion. Following his intent to train her, the pariah did not immediately turn to the vampire maid.


    First, she got on her knees. Carefully, she opened her mouth, her head leaned back so none of the precious seed could escape. Only when he nodded, did she close it again and turned to Claire. She embraced the vampire maid, quietly directing her to part her legs until they were straddled over each other’s thighs.


    When the cum-swapping kiss began, they started to practically ride each other’s legs. With how potent his semen was and how sensitive to it, for different reasons, those two were, it was doubtful that movement contributed much to the ensuing orgasms. It was more of a physical outlet for the passion that ravaged them while the thick white was passed back and forth, diminishing as it mixed with their saliva.


    When they were done, John snapped his fingers. “Cleanse,” he said, causing the two watchers of the entire scene to finally stop. “Let’s have breakfast.”


    “No! I love the bed,” Claire responded and playfully grabbed the now cum-stained blanket again.