John had never appreciated having fingers as much as he did right now. Simultaneously, he masturbated Nightingale’s mouth and pussy. Because of the particular kinks of many of his haremettes (and the ability of some to orgasm from oral activity themselves), it wasn’t the first time he was fingering a woman’s throat. Sometimes he did it even to the less sensitive among the harem because his dom-instincts told him to.


    Whatever the case was, he had never done it with so much enthusiasm or prolonged attention. Both of his hands were drenched, although the one downstairs was primarily enveloped in bathwater. Pressed against him, Nightingale quivered while he masturbated both of her holes. The waves her trembling caused were entirely swallowed by the bubbling of the jacuzzi. Her moans, however, made it past that noise, even muffled as they were from the hand half in her mouth. Appreciatively, her monstrous tongue was wrapped around his wrist.


    Her back curved away from his midriff, when the last in a series of over two dozen orgasms overwhelmed her senses. Down below, he flicked her clit rapidly to add to the climax. For her throat, there was no such obvious weak spot, so he just kept rubbing what of the folds he could reach.


    A presence snuck into the corner of his mind. ‘Hello, Claire,’ John dragged her towards the centre. Cuddling Nightingale while she calmed down, he conversed with the vampire maid. ‘You’re not being stealthy, you know that?’


    ‘I didn’t want to bother, but I also kinda, sorta, really wanted, needed, to be noticed, Master,’ Claire responded chirpily. Immediately, she followed up with a serious, ‘Where are you? You will tell me where you are, right, Master?’


    ‘You should actually be able to feel it,’ John instructed her. Was it dangerous to give an obsessed maid that tool when it came to tracking her Master? Perhaps a little bit. Would she find out in time anyway? He could not believe she hadn’t yet.


    ‘Oh... oh, yes, I can! I’ll be right there. Just wait a bit for me and then I can kiss you, Master. You want to kiss me, right?’


    ‘Always,’ John responded and got a pink pulsing of unadulterated happiness from that. ‘If you could hold a second though.’


    ‘If I have to... I don’t like it though, we could do so many fun things.’


    John put her ‘on hold’ and focused back on the then and there. Slowly calming her breathing, Nightingale waited for him to continue. “My harem calls,’ he told the goddess.


    “You will be leaving for the night, my suitor?” the harpy asked, vulnerability peeking through her voice. Perhaps understanding what power that tone had, she swiftly continued, “To speak clearly: I understand that your primary concern is with your current harem, not prospective members of it. I have nothing to blame.”


    “But you want me to stay,” John pointed out the obvious. Meekly, she nodded. “You could come back to my apartment and sleep on the couch or I could call them over and we’d sleep on yours.” He kissed the back of her neck. “Choice is yours.”


    Nightingale was torn and John could understand why. Aversion to staying in his ‘roost’ before she was ready to be part of his harem proper had been well-established. He only added the couch bit to make her a little more comfortable with the idea, although he doubted that it was exactly what she wanted. The alternative, for the whole dozen of his currently available harem to spend the night here, she must have hesitated on due to how selfish it sounded.


    “Most of them wouldn’t mind the change of scenery,” John assured her. “The few that do will only playfully complain. No one will hold it against you. You will have to deal with me fucking all of them in front of you though.” He added that last part in a carefree tone. It was entirely the truth though. A fantastic throat was not a complete substitution for real sex.


    “I request you stay here,” Nightingale gave her answer.


    ‘You hear that?’ John asked not just Claire but also the other three maids that were now peeking into his thoughts.


    ‘’’Affirmative,’’’ he heard from Aclysia, Beatrice, and Claire at the same time.


    John wordlessly grunted and increased his tempo further. Had the couch not been magically anchored to the floor, the intensity of their lovemaking would have shoved it forwards with every thrust. Even that was not enough to satisfy his hunger for her. Pride demanded that he absolutely wrecked her world for giving him that show.


    Pulling all the way out, he quickly manifested his second cock. He thrust into her pussy with it, used that drenched, multi-orgasmic hole to get the phallus wet, and then aligned both of them with her holes. Slowly, overcoming the resistance of her tight sphincter, he penetrated her doubly. The shouts she let out were as short as they were euphoric. Once he went back to hammering against her jiggling backside, it was all short moans.


    Rutting mindlessly into her holes for what were several consecutive minutes of the roughest he could get without letting go of her bubble butt, John deeply enjoyed watching her break down. From pleads, to singular words, until she was only making debauched noises, coming from a trembling body held up only by his hands and the backrest.


    Only when he was about to cum, did he slow down. The final few thrusts were sudden, almost forced, then John unloaded deep inside her. ‘Fuck, I love her pussy,’ the crude but true thought surfaced. Albeit Rave had gained some animal bits to her appearance, her insides remained entirely human. Even after all of the unusual and intense pleasures he had tasted, the wet folds that had evolved literally to fit dicks inside them remained as unquestionably fantastic to pump a massive load into.


    Painting the insides of both holes white, John felt her soil her barely pushed down jeans with wave after wave of squirting pussy juice. To worsen that, he gave her bouncy bubble butt a couple more smacks, until the light tan had a clear red tint to it. Each time he did, her insides clamped down on him, filling her with all that remained in his shaft.


    “Good girl,” John gasped and pulled out. Giggling like only a well-fucked nymphomaniac could, Rave went limp over the backrest. She would recover in a few minutes. For some reason, Rave always recovered the quickest in the harem. Exposure was one theory, but the rest should have caught up by now. In terms of her Stats, there was nothing that should have put her ahead of Nathalia or Eliana. The only explanation was that she was just that compatible with him.


    “Can I be a good girl too?” Claire asked, making big eyes at him.


    “If you work hard for it.” John sat down next to her and wondered what she would do next. Given the opportunity, she immediately straddled him in a reverse cowgirl. Her obscenely massive ass, smacked down repeatedly on his groin.


    “Illbeagoodgirlgoodgirlgoodgirlgoodgirllllll...“ she rambled.


    Distracted by her riding his cock to one orgasm after the other, John only noticed Scarlett when she plopped down next to him. “A sip?” she offered, a beer in her hand.


    “No thank you,” he responded. Effortlessly, he multi-tasked the conversation and thrusting up into the vampire maid.


    “Let me guess: you’re paranoid that you’ll be too weak to defend yourself if you get a hangover?” Before John could answer, she adjusted the guess, “No, wait, you’re paranoid that you’ll end up somewhere in the sticks while drunk.”


    “It happens every time I get seriously smashed.” He looked around the room. “And tonight feels like it would be very easy to get excessive.”


    “You don’t want that?” Scarlett asked.


    “Yes and no,” John gave her a shrug. “Obviously I enjoy me some – horny – haremettes!” To underline the point, he made Claire bounce hard on his dick for those three words. “But I hope things simmer down to a more cuddly mood after everyone gets their fill.”


    “Hmmm,” Scarlett hummed and took a sip, inching a little closer. “Guess we will see in a little while.”


    They would indeed.