Chapter 1 - Paul's Sex Slaves

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. 



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Tags - Harem, Creampie, Netorare, Voyeurism, Breeding, Yuri. 
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The curse casted upon Elanise - one afflicted upon the victim causing them to become highly sexually active to the point of becoming a dangerous sex beast, if her needs are inadequately met, the consequence is death if she is not properly sexually sedated.


Elinalise was a slut. There was no sugarcoating this statement, as it bore all the truth needed to be said. It wasn’t an opinion, or an assumption, but an established fact. Over the course of the past two centuries, she’s slept with more partners than humans could possibly imagine. It was impossible to mark down an accurate number to total the sum of the sheer mass of cocks that had been stuffed inside of that tight, voluptuous figure of hers that competed with the best of them. Her curse couldn’t have been placed upon a better person, a woman who exemplified sensuality, a vixen whose body seemed sculpted for the very act of intercourse itself. 


Most probably, there wasn’t a single person on the planet that had more of a right to accurately judge a person’s sexual performance. Her previous partners could only be described as… Utterly disappointing. 


This crushing weight of regret brought upon memories of Elinalise’s greatest experiences - The prime of her most reliable, intense and extreme source of stimulation. Paul Greyrat. She knew that he was the only person existing in the world that was truly capable of standing as her equal, the only man able to satisfy the voraciousness of her puffy, perfect and plump pussy. In her fit of irritation and defeat, Elinalise mustered what might’ve been over half of this entire villages male populace in a fleeting, last-minute effort to rid herself of this troublesome sorrow, the realization that she would never find a replacement for Paul and his gigantic, burly dick. In the end, it wasn’t enough. Hammering in the final nail in the coffin, Elinalise was cruelly reminded of the only man who ever defeated her in bed. 


Although he wasn’t inflicted with a curse, his lustful hunger might’ve even rivaled her own. There was no convenient excuse for him either, to claim that his insatiable libido was a product of survival - he simply loved the unparalleled rush of pleasuring a woman. Their ecstatic cries, the trembling of their bodies, the temperature of their skin lewdly slapping together, an irresistible high that Paul would never be able to give up. Maintaining a loyal marriage was impossible for a man so driven by his masculine urges, that natural instinct to mate, it seemed like the blond was always experiencing the effect of a mating season. 


“I promised myself that I’d never see him again, didn’t I?..” she pondered.


If Elinalise operated solely on what her mind and morals believed, then she would’ve turned out to be an entirely different woman. Her high-maintenance feminine body and her unquenchable personality always took precedence over her mind’s rationale. Completely omitting and disregarding her vow to restrain herself from ever seeing Paul’s handsome face again, Elinalise found herself cornered in a predicament where she ultimately decided that it had come time to finally search for the one and only man who ever granted her true pleasure. Satisfaction that no women could resist, a longing memory that was impossible to store away. 


A man weak to temptation, and a woman who is unmatched at seduction - They were practically fated to meet again. 


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“Oh? Elinalise? What a surprise it is to see you again,” said Paul. 


Shocked by the surprise visitor, thinking that he’d never see this buxom lady again. It was to his knowledge that his ex-comrades have essentially blacklisted from ever meeting up with him, whether it was Ghislaine, or anybody else, Paul was mentally prepared to part ways with them forever. Yet, he felt that this encounter with Elinalise wasn’t a mere coincidence, noticing the brightness to her eyes and the contentment to her sly smirk when they finally crossed paths. 


After years of self-reflecting on the rocky breakup of his crew, Paul eventually became mature enough to admit that he should have exerted much more effort to properly disband the group without leaving behind such bad blood. Elinalise was supposed to have taken their departure the hardest, leaving Paul dumbfounded as to why she’d decided to see him again. Surely, he assumed that she of all would be holding the strongest grudge against him, and while remorseful for his actions it’s not as if he was kicking himself for his mistakes everyday. 


“H-Huh? Wait a second, Elinalise! What are you doing?” questioned Paul, glancing around worryingly. 


The reason for his concern and adding onto the awkwardness of this unexpected reunion was the fact that Elinalise prostrated herself before him. Lowering herself to the ground, forehead pressed against her hands that were touching the floor. 


“Paul! There’s something that I must ask of you. Please, listen to me! I’ll do anything, if you grant me this one wish,” pleaded Elinalise. 


Predicting that this might’ve been some type of joke, Paul heard how serious and desperate she was in the tone of her voice, prompting him to listen to the woman putting him on a pedestal and begging for his help. 


“…”


“For real?”


His sex slave. 


Elinalise had ventured all of this way, located his whereabouts, and assumed this shameful position all to ask him to accept her as his personal cumdumpster. 


Paul would’ve been lying through his teeth if he claimed that her offer wasn’t enticing, in fact, his penis already throbbed in his pants with his ears perking up at the notion of her absurd suggestion. This proclamation wasn’t a mere attempt at sleeping him once more for old times sake, Elinalise was conceding her life to his hands, where Paul would have free reign over her body and indulge in her voluptuousness at any time that he so wished. 


“I can’t, Elinalise… I don’t know what happened to you over the years that would bring you back, but I just can’t! A part of me wants too, well, really wants to say yes! I might not be the greatest guy, but I did make a promise!” 


Zenith, his dear wife that was wonderful enough to entrust him and see past his faults. The woman of his dreams, someone that he loved dearly and who he envisioned himself turning a new leaf and starting a lovely family when making the promise to manifest the change within himself. The philandering lifestyle that he once lived - He swore to her that he’d end it all. 


His words sounded contradictory to the man that she once knew, Elinalise tilted her head up and wondered for a moment who it was that she was talking to.


“No, don’t be fooled. There’s no way that Paul has actually been able to change, not even after all these years! I know him. He’s just like me. He might believe that he loves Zenith, but when push comes to shove, this man is as salacious as they come!” 


“Is that so, Paul? You really don’t want me? Your very own, slutty sex slave? I won’t ever complain and say that I’m not in the mood. You can order me to do whatever you wish, no matter how depraved it may be. You know me. I’m willing to do anything in the bedroom. After all this time apart, Paul, I’ve come to realize that you’re the only man, the only cock that makes me feel alive. Tens, hundreds, thousands, it doesn’t matter. That huge dick of yours exists to pleasure me, and my tight, busty body that you loved so much aren’t meant for each other… Is that what you’re telling me?” seductively whispered Elinalise. 


Rising to her feet, not to admit defeat, but instead to derobe herself in front of the gawking man. Paul would always appreciate a woman’s body, a bad habit that he was never able to break even after years of marriage. Elinalise’s immaculate, profoundly endowed figure looked like it belonged on a statue. A masterpiece that excelled in the seduction of men, a temptress that always ended up with what she wanted, existing as men’s ultimate weakness. When she pulled down her top and unveiled those milky, jiggling balloons of flesh that appeared just as ripe and bouncy as years before without a hint of regression. Flashing him in broad daylight, the goodness of her meaty mounds topped off with the perkiness of her great, large areola. 


“O-Oh, wow…” 


Paul wore an expression as if he’d just seen a miracle, ogling the pair of massive melons comparing them to a divine spectacle. Elinalise smiled confidently at his reaction, glancing down towards his crotch and already noticing the activity happening behind his trousers. Sensing the beast awakening once again, she traced her lips sensuously with her long, slick and glistening tongue. He didn’t even need to open his mouth to voice his response, it was written on his face as clear as day. Paul would always lose this uphill battle, there was nothing he had less control over in his entire life than his limitless libido. 


“I was right. Zenith isn’t cutting it for you, hm? There’s not one woman alive that can handle a monster like you by themselves, Paul. Why else did you think you weren’t able to keep that thing of yours in control before? Not one, two, or hundreds could ever satisfy you. We’re cut from the same cloth,” grinned Elinalise. 


“Damn. I really shouldn’t make promises that I know I can’t keep, huh?” muttered Paul to himself, seeing now how weak his resolve truly was. That half-assed determination dissolved the moment that these fabulous tits presented themselves to him, causing the stirring in his trousers to exacerbate further. 
Without fail, the time had come where Paul would have to test whether his former teammate had lost her edge - something that he even had trouble believing would ever happen himself. The inevitable collision of arguably the two most prominent sexual figures in existence would soon rekindle their lively experiences together again, a fate that they both knew at the bottom of their hearts would always return, no matter what.  


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“U-Um?! What is going on here?!” 


Roxy Migurdia, the talented mage who maintained an incredibly youthful appearance stood there, in the middle of the pathways baffled by what she was witnessing. Her employer, Paul Greyrat who had been paying her to teach his kid son the arts of magic had been spotted with his pants rolled down around his ankles, bending over a mysterious woman whose she’s never seen before, drilling her from behind as their lurid screams erupted throughout the entire forest. The small, blue-haired cutie had just been enjoying her leisure time taking a walk after a break from her session of teaching the young Greyrat, and lo’ and behold, she bore witness to the infidelity of the matured man who was engaging in erotic activities with a woman who clearly wasn’t his wife. 


“What do I do? This has never happened to me before?! As much as it shames me to say, I’m well aware of this man’s sex drive because both he and Miss Zenith are so noisy at nighttime! They go at it like wild animals each and every night, and yet that isn’t enough for him? We’re in the middle of the woods, and here he is humping this lady without shame!” 


After countless nights having to listen in on how intimate Zenith and Paul would get in bed, Roxy has developed her own unhealthy habit of eavesdropping and masturbating to the vulgar noises that the seemingly lovey-dovey couple would emit. Roxy understood how immoral it was to consciously find a hiding spot, and attentively watch the sight of Paul’s lower half crashing into the sopping wetness of this unknown woman’s pussy as he pounded her from behind. Despite the distance that separated the aroused pair and the kneeling broad who wasted no time in snaking her fingers in between her legs, easing the unbearable heat forming in her private areas by brushing against the dampened lips puffing out in her unanticipatedly skimpy panties, she watched with eyes glazed at the masterful motions that his burly hips took.


“Incredible..” muttered Roxy, under her hot breath.


“Haahngh!~ Ooohngh! Fuck, yesss!~ Paul, I needed this so badly! Mmmnnn!~ Nobody can fuck me like you can! Your dick makes me wild, I’ve never felt this type of pleasure with no other man but you! Destroy me, Master!~ Wreck this slutty pussy! Make it remember who it belongs to!~” cried Elinalise, arching her back spectacularly and holding herself up by the tree trunk supporting her weight. 


Paul’s veins were bulging madly, a vicious look in his eyes like a man possessed. Roxy felt her heart thump loudly at the intimidating sight, drifting lower and seeing the gifted manhood that made love to the fortunate woman that was Zenith every night - it sparked envy in the sexually repressed woman who had no partner of her own to boast about. Paul’s masculine, girthy hands clung onto the childbearing hips of Elinalise, holding her in place and pulling her towards the furious advancement of his bucking hips crashing onto the doughy flesh of the woman’s splendid buttocks. Even Roxy ought to admire how round, supple and plump the two cheeks appeared as they bounced and rippled from his rapid movements. His teeth clenched while he drove into her furiously, the wet piston a result of her pussy cream coating his energetic cock that propelled out of her insides with a recklessness that left Roxy wondering if this blonde woman was in pain. Answering her concerns was a slew of boisterous, empowered moans that she yelled through her drooling mouth, shaking her firm buttocks vertically before gathering herself and then slamming her fat ass back into the groin attached with the substantial appendage currently burying itself within her guts. 


“That’s amazing! How is she taking it so well? Paul’s penis looks big enough to break me in half! W-Wuuahhh.. Her moans sound so crazy. Does it really feel that good? Sheesh, I wonder what it’s like, having sex like this…” contemplated Roxy, her eyes peeled and locked forwards as there didn’t seem to be anything capable of directing her attention away from the passionate couple slamming their genitals together like their lives depended on it. Paul didn’t utter a word, digging his fingers deep into her velvety skin and creating a loud echo of her enormous assmeat slapping together and against his enthusiastic crotch. Hilting his tool all the way to the bottom, curving inside of the salivating woman whose wanton cries sounded almost feral with intensity. 


“Cum in me, Paul!~ Give it to me! Thrust that big cock into my pussy! It’s all yours! I’m nothing but your little fucking sex toy!” squealed Elinalise. 


The degradation, humiliation of existing as another man’s convenient meat hole to fuck and fondle whenever he wished left Elinalise drenched with a river leaking down her inner thighs. Pounding that tight pussy and making it gush, Roxy felt enlightened by learning the nature of pure, unadulterated and raw sex. Paul’s engorged member looked ready to burst at any moment, the veins sprawling across the huge mast looked dangerous, his formidable truncheon stretching out the mewling blonde whose marvelous breasts captured Roxy’s attention and envy - all built up to a climax that led Elinalise to scrape her fingernails against the bark of wood, throwing her head farther back when Paul grunted and yanked her by her long, flowing luscious hair. Roxy had never experienced seeing such primal sex, not even when Paul pounded his gorgeous wife in Zenith did he act so barbaric - It was supposed to be frightening, yet Roxy shivered in delight, as if a delicious chill ran down her spine. 


“Jesus, Elinalise. You’re going to drain me dry!” panted Paul, who chose to keep quiet about having just given his beloved wife a morning meat session only a short while ago. 


It mattered not to Elinalise whether Paul had a lover, or twenty of them for that matter; all that she cared about was having daily access to that gigantic, powerful dick. 


Roxy sat there on her haunches, gazing admirably at the splendid sight of two alphas clashing and now coming down from their orgasmic highs, noticing how her lips were quivering, and how before she knew it, Roxy had cum herself. 


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The day after… 


Having kept this forbidden secret to herself and decided against informing Zenith of her man’s infidelity, Roxy convinced herself that she reached this conclusion after deeming it out of her place to intervene in Paul’s marriage. Of course, that was far from the truth, as she learned relatively quickly - Elinalise and that tormenting man’s hookups were frequent. Roxy wouldn’t dare throw the opportunity to spy on the lustful couple away, finding herself entranced and always left utterly shell shocked by the intensity and enrapturement of their bareback mating. 


“Again with no protection?.. If this keeps up, won’t she become pregnant? Master Rudy would have an illegitimate brother from an affair!” thought Roxy, her face burning red as steam started emitting from her swooning head. 


This time, Paul had settled for dragging Elinalise into the barn. The prickly, uncomfortable surroundings meant nothing to the duo who smashed their genitals together like a pair of wild animals to begin with. Resigning themselves to their sinful desires bringing them together again, disregarding any type of effort to resist the magnetic force of their genitals pulling them together. Roxy kept her hands clasped over her mouth in futile attempts to hide her surprised gasps, slight moans and the detection of her quieter squelching noises as she joined them in their depravity, playing with her slippery cunt during the incessant pounding of Elinalise’s inflamed, gaping tunnels. Marveling at the sight of how such tiny hole accommodated that fearsome girth, what captivated Roxy even more was the fact that they didn’t tip-toe or dance around the possibility of pregnancy, blatantly ignoring the risks involved and ending each passionate bout with a slimy, copious creampie each and every time without fail. 


After all, why should Paul care if his cum-dependent fuck slave had been knocked up? Roxy’s once innocent, pure mind unexposed to debauchery had become steadily corrupted the longer she lived in this household. Jamming her fingers into her wet mound with speed, squinting her eyes and fantasizing about Paul’s enigmatic pike piercing her small channel instead. 


“If only that were me…”


The perverse thought had crossed her mind on numerous occasions, Roxy only now could admit that was what she truly wanted. She would wait and watch for the entirety of their lascivious journey, only opting to leave when Paul was adequately satisfied, dropping Elinalise onto the floor and picking up his trousers and buckling his belt. Roxy would scurry away in hopes of not ever being discovered, applying her stealth techniques that she’s honed after having already undergone multiple instances of fingering herself to the spectacle, sounds and atmosphere of their erotic meetings. Upon learning that this wasn’t a mere one-time incident, Roxy had been preparing herself in the long run, purposefully wearing lighter clothing that was easier to take off to allow her easier access to her areas in-need, slowly devolving into an indecent lady that has become perverse in nature. Pinching and fondling her own, smaller but perky tits - saliva leaking out of her mouth as she imitated the busty bombshell losing her mind from the big beefstick penetrating her tight cleft never failing to leave it a sloppy, spilling mess. 


Paul wasn’t requesting Elinalise’s presence on a mere whim, finding himself becoming addicted and attached to her clinging, velvety tunnels that seemed inseparable with his pillaging manhood. His love for Zenith wasn’t false, it was true that there was only one woman that he accepted in his heart. Even Roxy could tell, when she watched the two lovebirds get spicy on their marital bed, Paul tended to kiss and lock lips with his beloved wife, expressing his romantic affection for her along with his admiration for her shapely, curvy body even after giving birth. However, only Elinalise could ever hope to match his stamina, always pulling out of Zenith who always fought to a state of near exhaustion, sweating in a sheen of her own sweat, panting like she’d just given birth again. Roxy differentiated the major differences between his behavior with his marital wife, and his whorish fuck slave. When he and Elinalise went at it, their erratic fucking was purely physical. 


Eventually, their whereabouts weren’t relegated to only taking place outside of the house. When Zenith took Lillia to go out shopping, either for groceries or other useful house supplies - Paul acted immediately to call out his cockhungry skank for her services. His big-breasted, attractive lover not once suspected him of foul play, because he showed the same interest in her motherly, luscious figure as he did before this entire fiasco began. That was how boundless the man’s sexual stamina was, he could help himself to hours of slamming Zenith into their bed, flesh slapping together and echoing their taboo chorus throughout the entire household. His demeanor towards Elinalise shifted after he accepted her vow to truthfully, depravedly become his sex slave. Picking her up off the ground and then hammering into her glorious wetness at the back of the house where nobody would see them, Paul let out vicious growls as he unleashed his pent-up frustrations, accumulating years of sexual unfulfillment. It wasn’t that Zenith was inadequate as a lover, in fact sex with her felt beyond amazing - this all boiled down to the concrete fact that any one regular woman had no hopes of ever accommodating for the man’s unrivaled sex drive. 


“He’s doing it so fast! W-Wow! I wonder how she’s able to stand after all that? Is it painful? Does it really feel so good that she can’t stop moaning like that? That’s incredible… Yeah, it’s amazing. Just like Paul’s humongous, heavy dick…” 


Losing herself in the intoxicating environment of it all, Roxy lowered her guard and stared at them in a vivid trance - inching closer with her hot, stimulated body almost signaling her intent to join them and abandon any sense of guilt or shame holding her back. Roxy, much like the two women that were lucky enough to have their womanly needs exceeded each and every night, experienced urges and desires much like anybody else. It was starting to become unbearable, settling for only the attention of her own slender fingers - It wasn’t enough. With each passing night, Roxy realized more and more that masturbating wouldn’t suffice this wicked heat that overcame her. She didn’t notice it herself, but for one moment, Elinalise glanced in her direction. 


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The day afterwards…


Roxy Migurdia had set herself up for a day exploring the nearby town, where she would purchase supplies and other necessities that she needed for life living at the Greyrat’s humble abode. This time around, she had no elaborate plans to track Paul down and peep at his adulterous nature, preparing for some private time alone for once. Elianalise however, had other plans. After discovering the girl hiding in the bushes during yesterday’s helping, she prepared to stumble upon her whenever Paul hadn’t commanded her assistance. In the middle of the town during Roxy’s stroll, the mysterious woman appeared before her.


“Hey there, little lady,” she said.


“H-Huh?! Oh, um… Well, hello there. It’s nice to meet you?” stuttered Roxy. 


Although she wasn’t typically this socially awkward, she hadn’t expected for a second that she’d be approached by this person. To her knowledge, Roxy had been undetected the entire time - stammering over her words anxiously, she wondered if she had to continue feigning ignorance and acting like she had no clue who this person was.


“Now, now. There’s no need to act so distant. You’re the girl working at Paul’s place, correct? I believe he told me your name was Roxy? My name is Elinalise, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I won’t bite. I’ll cut it short and sweet, but I know that you’ve been watching us,” confessed Elinalise. 


The blue-haired mage’s face froze solid after the shocking reveal that her cover had already been blown, eyes spinning in circles as her lips moved without any voice leaking out - searching for an answer in that rattled brain of hers, having never mentally prepared for this situation ever taking place.


“Didn’t I just tell you to not be worried? I’m not mad. You probably know, but I’m nothing but his sex slave. I don’t have the right to tell you that you can’t watch, that decision would be his alone. That being said, I have noticed that you’ve taken quite the liking from watching me and Paul get dirty. I wouldn’t think that someone like you would be into that, but… I’m not judging you. How would you like to watch us next time from a better view? I can set something up, and tell you where we’ll be meeting next. How does that sound?” said Elinalise. 


An offer that Roxy understood deep down that she should have refused on the spot, throwing away her concept of moral decency. 


“Well…”


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Sometime later that week…


Against her own judgment, it was to nobody’s surprise that Roxy accepted Elinalise’s invitation. The master seductress and the smaller bluenette bonded over the course of the past few days, setting the foundation for their relationship that would soon blossom into a student-teacher connection. The veteran, expert whore and the fellow slut in-training, the two of them arriving before Paul in a rented room at an Inn, setting it up for Roxy to hide in the closet where she could peek through the cracks and have a closer, personal view of the field where their solicitous action will take place. 


For some reason, this entire setup made Roxy feel even more nervous than usual. Her heartbeat sounded so loud in this enclosed space, sweat trickling down into her tight cleavage with her clothes feeling damp - squirming in anticipation to appease her newfound sexual revelation. Elinalise posed provocatively with her legs spread as she awaited the arrival of her master, clad in the skimpiest clothing she owned, freely letting out the valley of creamy bosom that the hundreds upon thousands of men that tasted them would remember forever. Roxy felt like she’d been waiting for ages by the time the knob of that door finally turned, and who came stomping in was the employer whom she’s begun harboring a lingering infatuation for, Paul Greyrat. 


“Let’s hurry it up, Elinalise. I’m not in the best mood today, the wife and I got in a little argument before convincing her that I had to be out. You don’t mind that I take it out on you, yeah? You are my slave, after all,” snickered Paul. 


Unbuckling his trousers before even taking a few steps, Paul kicked off his bottoms and then threw off his shirt, discarding it like they were worthless. Kicking the door shut behind him with the back of his heel, Roxy absorbed the sight that was manly, muscular physique. Elinalise glanced back towards her up-and-coming slut protege, flashing her a sly wink before redirecting her attention to the approaching man and his daunting fuckshaft swinging like a dense pendulum between his legs. 


“How would you like for me to st-“


“Suck it,” commanded Paul. 


Clearly in a temper, stepping onto the mattress and palming Elinalise’s skull like a bowling ball. It was unnecessary, but he pushed down on the back of her head towards his groin, jutting his hips outwardly while the slobbering, cock-crazed bitch slurped over the fat tip of his burly snake. Roxy began to watch not only for her own enjoyment but to learn the techniques applied behind Elinalise’s debauchery, noticing how her throat contracted when suppressing her gag reflex, inhaling hard through her nose before taking the wet plunge and thrusting her head forward. Giving Paul blowjobs on-command was as natural to Elinalise as breathing was for Roxy, watching how she turned her head and changed the angle of her deep suction, grinning at Paul while pushing his meathead against her inner cheek and bulging it out, pressing her finger down against the portion of her face sticking out with a devious sway to her hips. 


Elinalise never looked better than when she knelt before this behemoth of a man, already eliciting lurid moans from the taste of his glorified erection alone - tantalizingly slapping it across her taste buds that absorbed its profound, prominent taste. Roxy was completely immersed in the visceral moment, impressed by the Elf’s impeccable skills, watching how she cautiously collected Paul’s nutsack and lathered the swollen orbs in her spit. Generously sucking on the sensitive, leathery skin and ensuring that her teeth were properly tucked behind her lips, moving the dense spheres closer towards her succulent lips for greater access. She was teaching a lesson on how to perform the sluttiest of fellatios; instead of merely capturing and sloppily suckling them inside of her sweet mouth, Elinalise made love to Paul’s genitals with her mouth. Anything at her disposal, she used gracefully. Sliding her slick, smooth tongue across the broad meatshaft, pulling on the skin of his big pouch with her lips or wrapping them around the circular testicles and swallowing them deeply into her orifice. 


“Wow! What a look that is on Elinalise’s face. Does she actually enjoy doing this so badly? The way that she’s throwing her head back and forth like that, it looks like she’s in heaven. Maybe Paul’s penis tastes that good after all…” contemplated Roxy, feeling bashful from the wet lip smacking noises that echoed whenever Elinalise would pull the gravid orbs from the man’s wrinkled scrotum. 


Previously Paul had already mentioned how irritated he’d been, and as his dependable, submissive cumslut, Elinalise took the job to soothe him with her talented mouth. After spoiling his warm, squishy balls inside of her salivating cavity - Paul dragged her head all the way back and waited for her jaw to slack, craning wide and allowing access for his gigantic glans to impale her mouth all the way to the base, shoving balls deep and grinding against the reaches of her throat. The velvety, saliva dripping walls clenched around the massive engorgement burying itself inside of her trachea without remorse. This might’ve put any other woman in serious danger, but the extent to the plethora of cocks that Elinalise inhaled like a vacuum made her liable to any form of aggressive treatment. He could manhandle her without any second thought, whereas with Zenith he’d subconsciously hold himself back as if to not want to trample over a delicate flower. If that were the case, then he treated Elinalise like the onahole that she truly is to the essence of her core. 


“Mmngh!~ Mnnuah!~ Mmnoph!~ Ghhu! Gluugh! Ghhooh!” 


The way that her tongue prodded, explored every inch of his gigantic cock made even Roxy’s heart feel tight in her chest. Watching as her pink oral appendage massaged the broad tip, engulfing her tight mouth around the flared knob as she fruitlessly and masterfully worked on his cock with serpentine like motions. Paul would close his eyes and groan whenever her throat would spasm around his tool, cupping her by the chin and brutally skullfucking the dumb whore until drool seeped out from the sides of her lips. The frothy, slutty white bubbles pouring out of snugly wrapped lips, using her available hands to cradle and fondle the huge balls containing the seed that she desperately worked hard for. Elianlise’s shining, spit-smeared glimmering lips alternated between placing feathery kisses around his member, to devouring him whole with the cloudy ropes of saliva hanging between her mouth and his groin.


“Gggh! Sllrpp! Sllk! Mmmhhmmm!~ Gghhh!~” 


Securely grasping the back of Elinalise’s head, Paul’s rugged hands weren’t merely guiding her movements but instead forcing them through. The slender, bashful mage appeared dumbfounded from the obscene outline stretching out Elinalise’s neck, wondering how it was humanly possible that she wasn’t choking on it. Paul’s ass flexed while nudging his pubic region over the nose of the cock-suffocated harlot, pounding his hips into her face with aggression. Blowing off the steam from today’s stressful argument, Paul’s head arched back in pure wonder as the only woman ever capable of truly impressing him in bed was none other than Elinalise. Roxy prided herself in being an excellent visual learner, having paid equivalent attention to this lesson on carnal bliss as her lessons in magic, these two behemoths tangled in lust. 


“Alright, fuck! I think that’s enough for now, any more of this and I’ll cum straight down your throat,” grunted Paul. 


“Aww, you don’t wanna give me my treat? But I’ve been working so hard.~” 


Elinalise whipped the huge rod out of her mouth and played with it, smacking it across her wet cheek, smearing the spit bubbles in between her gigantic breasts, stabbing in between the tight crevice and wiping the thick coat of saliva off of it. 


“No, I’ve been saving up this load for you since the morning. Zenith didn’t let me hit it, so I’ve been in an even worse mood because of that,” complained Paul. 


“Well, it’s not like I have any say in where you shoot that thick cum inside of,” giggled Elinalise. 


“It feels like it’d be a waste if I didn’t give it to ya’ with a nice, big creampie.” 


Paul handled his sturdy dick and slapped the busty bimbo across the face with his equipment, coincidentally making her look in the direction of Roxy. Seeing her cute eyes through the tiny crack of the closet, she playfully blew her a kiss before Paul placed her into another common position for them, a favorite of his, in fact. Elinalise and doggystyle mating sex were a match made in heaven, bending her over and lifting her head over the mattress, bouncing and creaking the mattress and bed as he reshaped her insides with his persistent thrusts. This wasn’t even close to being the first time that Roxy’s received a front-seat view to this salacious, utterly depraved smashing of bodies - but it felt equally as magical, if not even better. Roxy was furiously touching herself, pumping her two thin digits in and out of her hole, tactfully containing her moans by biting her bottom lip. 


Elinalise’s eyes rolled to the back of her skull as unbridled pleasure swept over her, wanton moans cascading throughout the room as she was taken into a state that left everyone present smitten. Paul growled and slapped, grabbed and caressed her milky skin. Tired of this position, the spiky-haired man wrapped his hands over her long, flowing hair and raised her from the ground by her hair. Standing tall with his sturdy legs capable of supporting her body weight, he cupped her fleshy asscheeks as her body and libido basked in the afterglow of euphoria. Lifting her so that they came face-to-face, hearing her jittery voice and her wanton moans, Paul was deeply embedded in her pussy the entire time. Each catapulting motion of his hips left her soaring through the air, wrapping her dainty white, creamy legs around him and locking her ankles together as if to refuse to ever let him go. 


“You’re a real sick woman for coming back to me, you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with such little self respect as you. You must hate me still, but none of that matters as long as that dick you love so much is tearing that pussy apart, huh?” snarled Paul. 


“Mmm, that’s right. I fucking hate you, but I love fucking you,” mewled Elinalise. 


Hate-fucking this buxom bitch into submission triggered all types of signals throughout his virile body, pumping her at maximum force and constantly crashing into the lips of her womb sending shockwaves of ecstasy that ravaged her in rippling waves. Paul and Elinalise’s faces were brushing together, in perfect distance to engage in a kiss that neither of them would ever engage. She wasn’t his wife, only a mere fuck slave to do his bidding; conversely, Elinalise harbored ill feelings towards this man, even if she made out with the guys that fucked her during her once daily orgies, something held her back from pressing her lips against his. 


Gyrating her hips and helping her slide up and down the gigantic meat pole stuffed inside of her, Elinalise clung onto Paul’s broad back and scraped down along his muscular frame with her sharp fingernails, squealing like a slut directly next to his ear. Sliding her long, silky tongue sensuously across the side of his neck, leaving behind new scratch marks that had already riddled the skin of his back left behind by Zenith, she too marked her spot as Paul’s property. Sailing out of her sopping snatch were her vaginal juices ejecting in bursts, the fluid coming out violently and spraying an endless deluge that covered the blankets beneath them in her tangy fluids. Elinalise waved at Roxy after remembering her once again after seeing her from the corner of her eyes, smiling to herself with glee because of how remarkably adorable she found the smaller, youthful-looking girl. 


Of course, she actually wasn’t aware of how old Roxy truly was, the fact that she was in her forties was something that the elf would’ve never guessed. Elinalise still felt like an older sister whenever they talked about sex, and she certainly loved how she was one of the primary causes of her gradual descent into depravity, the loss of innocence that Roxy was experiencing motivating Elinalise to degrade herself even more, drunken off of Paul’s amazing thrusts. 


“Hey, Paul.~ Don’t act alarmed, but I’ve got a secret to tell you about. It’s not like I can hide anything from my Master, right?” gasped Elinalise. 
Nibbling his earlobe and letting out high-pitched moans, momentarily snapping Paul out of his trance, penetrating her with his behemoth cock that provided her with the greatest sense of satisfaction that would never truly be matched. 


“Huh? What are you talking about? It’s not like you to be so talkative during sex, unless you’re screaming about how good my cock feels buried inside of you like this,” responded Paul. 


“Ufufufu. It’s not like I promised her that I’d never tell, but you are absolute. In that closet over there, that girl that works at your place, Roxy, was it? She’s sitting in there, watching us fuck like beasts,” she whispered. 


“What?” 


Paul sounded alarmed, trying to make his glances over towards the side as discreet as possible. 


“Roxy’s here?! Oh, jeez. What should I do? Things could get messy if she tells Zenith about this. What is she doing here, anyways?” 


“Don’t worry. She won’t tell Zenith. There’s a reason that she hasn’t already, because Roxy’s been watching us since the first day you put this huge cock back inside of me. It turns her on, seeing how manly you are when fucking me. She’s into you, Paul. Who isn’t? There’s not a woman who can truly deny your appeal, even if they hate you as a person,” hummed Elinalise. 


Having already long crossed the line of cheating, this adulterous man had no right to feel terrible about his disloyalty. What’s the difference between one or two? After breaking his streak of reducing the ginormous number of the women that he fucks to only his one cherised woman, Paul thought it’d be hypocritical if he felt any doubts about adding in another to his new harem. It’s been years since he’s lived such a vulgar life, and old habits tend to creep back. 


“Roxy, huh? She’s not half bad. I gotta say, she’s definitely built differently than the ladies that I’m used to dicking down, but I will admit that she’s a pretty one. There’s nothing wrong with being a bit skinny, a portable fuck like her would definitely feel tight,” mused Paul. Elinalise, against all odds, still retained an exceptionally tight and warm pussy that seemed to mold perfectly around whatever penis it’d accommodate. A hole perfect for sex, a body built for breeding, Paul wondered if all elves were this skimpy or if it were exclusive to this cursed woman. 


Picking her up and cradling the meaty blonde in his arms, Paul started to walk towards the closet without another thought, still slipping his manhood in and out of her succulent folds without accidentally pulling out, skillfully tending to this thirsty whore’s desires even while on the move. He could hear Roxy squirming inside of the closet, panicking at what to do when he evidently was approaching, there was no escape as she never once even prepared for what would transpire if he were to catch on. Cupping Elinalise by the left cheek, still erupting the heated, womanly cries while she whimpered and flailed her legs, Paul reached over with his right hand and swung the closet door wide open. 


“W-Wha?! U-Um?! Paul! Um, I’m sorry! I don’t know-... I don’t know what to say, or how to explain myself?! I won’t tell Zenith, I promise! I just couldn’t-” 


“Shh, it’s alright. Elianalise already explained what I needed to know. Calm down, Roxy. I didn’t know that you had a thing for me, should’ve just come out and told me when Zenith wasn’t around,” laughed Paul. 


“E-Eh? Really?! Well, uh. I’m not sure what to say. This is all so shocking to me still. Hold on, am I dreaming, maybe?” sputtered Roxy. 


“No, you’re not dreaming. Just like this total slut of a woman over here, I’ve got a pretty bad track history of being quite the player myself. Why don’t you get out of that stuffy closet, and go ahead and get a closer look if you love watching us so much?” 


Ensnared, bewildered and insurmountably horny, Roxy nodded her head in compliance and accepted his gracious offer. Crawling out of the tight confinements of the closet, the stench of Elinalise’s beaten pussy and Paul’s incredibly masculine body odor immediately hit her off the bat. Without a doubt, this had been the closest she’s ever been, having never sat so close to smell the pungent scent that was the culmination of their hard, sexual work. Her introduction to this sexual stratosphere was one that she’d never forget, joining the couple back at the bed where Paul took a seat on the mattress with Elinalise sitting on his lap, holding her fleshy thighs from the bottom and spreading her legs for an even clearer view. 


His plan was to seduce Roxy and stroke his own ego, after all, Paul was not only a master swordsman but a master at pleasuring women, too. He was equally as confident in his ability to wield a blade as he was with bringing his collection of babes to mind blowing orgasms, and he had no doubt that Roxy would come to experience one soon. First, he wanted to finish up with using Elinalise’s goddess-like pussy, swinging his dense, veiny engorgement into her cleft and attacking all of her weak spots that he’s come to learn after having slept with her over a hundred times and counting. It naturally forced her spine into an arched position, showing off her glamorous curves, splendidly tapered waist, and allowed her pendulous bosom to bounce fiercely in tune with their mating genitals. 


Roxy was perplexed about how boisterous, explosive and indecent the noises escaping Elinalise’s throat had gotten. Sneaking her in and setting up this entire plot appeared to amplify the elves' flammable arousal, insides coiling and suffocating the enormous phallus massaging her slippery, bump walls with deep and powerful strokes. Alternating his pace, keeping it slow and sensuous, to then ambushing her with a series of barbaric thrusts, it was all a game to Paul, and he loved reigning supreme and controlling Elinalise’s body as he saw fit. 


“Miss Elinalise… Does it feel good?” asked Roxy, curiously.


“Ohhngh!~ Ohh! Yesshhh! It feels fucking amazing! Roxy, sex is the best feeling in the world! Do you know how many guys have fucked me? I can’t even fathom how I’d ever be able to remember all of their faces, I’ve been railed by people the minute we’ve met! Getting pounded by a thick, juicy cock is an irreplaceable sensation! Paul, out of everyone, no matter what race, size, or species, has the greatest tool for pounding my pussy up!” she shrieked vehemently. 


Stating her beliefs adamantly, Roxy felt inclined to believe her. The proof had already been written on the wall, in fact, it’s been shown to her time and time again. These two infatuated women believed that Paul’s meaty, veiny and girthy organ should’ve been enshrined. It was sturdy and dependable, long enough to reach all the places that other inadequate men might have never reached, thick enough to properly stretch out her weeping orifice, and possessing the innate ability to maintain an erection even after numerous rounds of passionate sex. In excellent physical shape, there were very few if any at all that could match his outrageous libido, marking one of his greatest features that Elinalise appreciated, and Roxy soon would, too.


“You’ve been a patient girl, haven’t you, Roxy?” taunted Paul. 


“Yes, I have been!” exclaimed the bluenette, nodding her head quickly. The feverish blush that coated her cheeks accentuated her already magnificent looks, leaning forward and watching as Paul invaded the succulent, welcoming pussy that Elinalise laid completely bare for him. Swiveling his hips and lifting her weight with the force of his hips, lifting her up and allowing gravity to pull her back down before ramming into her leaving Elinalise in a stupendous state. The repetitive orgasms that she’s built up continued to gain steam, sawing in and out of her delectable cleft, spreading for him, bending her elbow to reach behind and grasp the back of Paul’s hair, allowing Roxy to watch in slow motion as his manhood shuddered in between the folds of her quivering, quaking pussy. There was no cue or warning for the impending tide that definitely deserved a heads up, this surreal moment where Roxy’s fantasies were coming to life left her in shivers. Clit soaking wet, watching the thick shaft rub into her distended folds, exploding out across her body were the bombastic waves of erotic electricity. 


“Hhaauhhngh!~ I’m cumming, mmm I’m fucking cumming!” squealed Elinalise, her skin positively gleaming as the her undulating pussy was submerged in the bath of seminal gunk, Paul holding her waist and roughly spearing her like a fucktoy, tossing her aside after he was finished inseminating the cum-satiated blonde. 


“Alright, little demon. It’s your turn now. My cock’s always covered in Elinalise’s thick pussy juice whenever I’m done with her, why don’t you go ahead and clean that up for me?” suggested Paul, in a rather demanding tone. 


What was supposed to be a revolting request had the adverse effect for a woman in heat, gawking at the mesmerizing, magnificent erection extending proudly from its hefty base. How could she refuse? That option had never even crossed her mind, not even for a second. Roxy wondered when it was that she began to revere the male anatomy. It hadn’t been very long when she couldn’t care less, the idea of sex had rarely ever crossed her mind, and now her lower lips were soaking through the fabric of her undergarments from the direct exposure to Paul’s wondrous genitalia. This peculiar slab of raw, virile meat looked utterly sublime. Emanating from the burly muscle was a profound scent that included the slippery combination of Elinalise’s vaginal essence and Paul’s semen rich, masculine aroma. 


“Y-Yes! I’ll do my best,” stuttered Roxy. 


This authoritative position that Paul held over her as her employer, combined with his sexually dominant attitude and virile imposing figure left Roxy swooning and melting deep inside. All of her perverted spying cumulated for this memorable moment, wanting nothing more than to suck on the big, fat daunting cock dangling before her like a bone before a dog. His prominent, heated schlong exuded this undeniable energy that left her heart throbbing wildly, seeing the syrupy streams of cum dripping from the heavy tip. Elinalise watched on proudly with high hopes, seeing the horny little vixen press her luscious lips against him. 


“Mmmn!..”


Panting insistently through her nostrils, Roxy’s anxious hands recoiled and fingers trembled when reaching for the beefy behemoth, gently scraping her fingernails against the engorged shaft and aiming the thick meat towards her slippery, glossy mouth. Opening wide to accept the tremendous fuckstick, capable of and responsible for taming tons of girls, adding herself onto the expansive list of its victims. She felt the intense pressure coming from the eyes of the man who's seen it all, experienced sex with mountains of women, orgies, threesomes, everything. The insurmountable standards that he must’ve possessed left Roxy without doubts of ever surpassing them, however, she wouldn’t quit. Sliding her soft, slim lips over the flared knob, maintaining eye contact without Paul no matter how meek she felt deep down, refusing to run away from this intense pressure enveloping her.


Mimicking Elinalise’s perfected techniques, Roxy tried her own hand at sticking her tongue all the way out, swirling circles around the rugged helmet and flinching from the first taste of the taut smooth skin brushing against her delicate taste buds. Licking her way all the way back up to the ridge of the head, slurping and popping her mouth wetly like she’d been sucking on an oversized popsicle, Roxy smacked her lips and let out a sweet, gentle purr-like moan. Unable to conceive that a cock this mighty, large and flawless could really exist. Inflicting a type of fear in her heart that battle nor learning would ever replicate, the monstrosity of this masculine behemoth caused her mouth to stretch, the ultra soft skin of her inner cheek wrapping around him as she couldn’t help but gurgle and gag slightly. Gathering her resolve, the bobbing of her head commenced. 


“She’s a little bit sloppy, but I can tell she’s really into it. Roxy, eh? I’m not surprised that you’re a virgin, but it’s still crazy to me that no other man’s even tried to lay a hand on a woman as fine as you. Maybe you’ll never reach the skills of Elinalise, but we can work on your technique. We’ve got a lot of time to get to know each other better,” thought Paul. Stroking the strands of her hair covering her face, watching as his semen glazed the lips of Roxy who was dutifully cleaning him of the slippery essence that tasted both erotic and delicious. The cock was shining in spit, swallowing even the strings of saliva hanging from the massive rod, sucking the drool all into her mouth. 


Accommodating for her lesser ability was the sheer passion on display, rivaling almost Elinalise in that department, closing her eyes sensuously and relishing the characteristic salty and tangy flavor of Paul’s genitals, making herself acquainted with the enigmatic object. Sucking another two inches into her mouth, taking all that she can, struggling with its density and thickness, she persevered as she did in every other facet of life. What was one of Roxy’s redeeming qualities was her dedication and knack for learning and adapting quickly, her inexperienced fellating gradually improving the longer she went at it, totally forgetting the objective of cleaning Paul’s tool and beginning to fuck her mouth with the awesome manhood slowly twitching in it’s wake.


“Ggghhh.. Shit, good work, Elinalise. I can’t believe I didn’t notice a horny slut like Roxy waiting for her turn. If I’d paid more attention, you would’ve belonged to me a lot sooner. I’ve always thought that you’d be a fun fuck!” praised Paul.


Testing her limits, he nudged his hips forward and shoved his lurching cock particularly deep, eliciting a rather violent reaction from Roxy who stopped herself from choking and kept her head forward in place, the paleness of her cheeks reddening from the oxygen failing to reach her lungs. Paul let out a pleased sigh wiggling his hips entering the depths of her wet tunnel, preparing Roxy for what was to come. 


“I’m going to have my hands full with you two, aren’t I?” 


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The following night…


When Zenith was out of the house, Paul immediately invited both Elianlise and Roxy to his bedroom. There wasn’t a chance that he’d missed, whatever time or place where Zenith wasn’t around, he’d call out his two precious cockslaves for company. It was just as he stated before, Paul has held an appetite for his son’s pretty, fun-sized tutor for a really long time. There was a noticeable difference in terms of sheer thickness and bust-size, but the prospect of her overwhelming tightness was intriguing, including her natural lewdness that was certainly captivating. 


“You’re both finally here,” smirked Paul.


Roxy came to him wearing only a nightshirt and a pair of thigh-high stockings, appearing as bashful and adorable as ever, causing his penis to squirm in his pants. Her hair, like always, was tied into two braids. Standing closely behind her was Elinalise, wearing a bright smile on her face. Paul’s dependable cumslave was going to help Roxy during her first intercourse, managing to restrain himself from stealing her virginity the day before where she gracefully accepted his phallus into her mouth.


“Okay, Roxy. Are you ready to help serve Master? I’ve been waiting for this all day,” moaned Elinalise.


“Yes! Um, I might’ve practiced all night. I want to suck Paul’s delicious, fat cock as deep down my throat as you one day, Elinalise!” exclaimed Roxy. 


Their arranged meeting started with both beautiful ladies dropping to the floor, down on their knees. Elinalise spent the past while teaching her the proper etiquette of servicing Paul, pressing their faces together, smacking their lips as they positioned themselves underneath the gigantic, meaty muscle. They weren’t going to take turns blowing Paul off, instead working together to bring their hunk of a man to release. The only thing better than getting a blowjob was a double blowjob, glazing over their faces was the pale precum spunk, rubbing his hardness across their faces, neck, collarbones and the top of their creamy breasts. 


“Woah, you’ve taught her pretty well in such a short span of time, Elinalise. I can see the difference already,” commented Paul. 


She learned how to work together, collaborating to grant their man the greatest pleasure known to mankind. Showing his amazing cock with copious affection, the swollen glands preparing for the ensuing ecstasy, knowing what type of treat he was waiting for. Gathering their saliva and allowing streams of saliva to drip onto the colossal pole, tending to the generously large and dense balls contained in his virile sack, Roxy sucked and twisted her lips around them. Elinalise stuffed him down her trachea, making sure that her thick frothy spit was covering it from the tip all the way down to the base. 


They worked in astounding harmony, Roxy rhythmically sliding her puffy lips and slick tongue across the gigantic undershaft, alternating with Elinalise whose masterful strokes and twisting of the fingers brought Paul further along this orgasm. 


“It’s your time to shine, honey.~” purred Elinalise, pulling him out of her watering mouth and passing it along towards her disciple, allowing the huge thing to rest against her shoulders.


Roxy nodded her head in agreement, lifting it towards her succulent lips, breath hot and steamy, eyes clouded and hazed with lust. She’s prepared herself mentally and physically for this, inhaling heavily through her nose breathing enough air to puff out her chest, descending her head and wiggling her head from side to side filling her cheeks to the brim with the mouthful of cock. Whatever her body deemed her limits, Roxy pushed even beyond them, scrunching her nose together with her eyes tearing up from the immense pressure clogging her oral tunnels. 


“Mmph!~ Good gorl!~” sputtered Elinalise, patting Roxy on the head as she wiped her lips along the veiny truncheon, covering the inches that simply wouldn’t fit into the virgin’s mouth. The loud, exaggerated guzzling noises as her plush lips swiftly trailed up the sloppy inch and downing it within her clenching gullet provided an excellent tune of depravity. Thrusting past her uvula was Paul who had been enjoying this spoiling treatment, nuzzling himself closer to her nose and forcing contact, fucking that clenching gullet like a man possessed. 


It was only the first one of the day, but the ensuing cumshot arrived in voluminous loads. Roxy screamed and wept trying her absolute hardest to stifle her irresistible gagging, bashing her face towards his hips, not complaining for a second with his tool held captive in her mouth. Pace quickened as she sensed his release, sliding that salivating mouth and feeling each and every vein across her lips, moaning in tandem with Elinalise mewling and spitting over his anatomy. Lashing their tongues onto his appendage, shaking and writhing beneath him was Roxy who was thrown into the throes of oxygen-deprived spasms. What felt like the hardest, most turgid object in the world smashing the ends of her throat left the girl with the urge to sputter and gag, milking Paul’s penis for what it’s worth, aiding was Elinalise that took a back seat to allow Roxy to flourish in her stead as the main bitch. 


“That’s right, work for that shit, Roxy! I’ll give it to you good!” growled Paul, bumping his hips towards the source of pleasure enveloping his mammoth prick while. 


Ejecting from his piss slit like a squirt gun, the bluenette ate the sizable fountain of a load that dispersed and filled her cavity within seconds. Traveling through her wet channel and stimulating her tastebuds with his highly pungent taste, Roxy shook her little ass up and down chugging down shot after shot of the thick gunk spewing violently from the hardened erection. Elinalise coaxed and drew out more of it with her testicle massaging grasp, overwhelming the smaller girl who retreated out of fear of drowning from the masculine spunk, leaving the salacious elf and tiny devil with a creamy facial. 


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“It’s finally time, Roxy. The moment you’ve been waiting for! Are you excited?” whispered Elinalise, gently brushing her fingers across Roxy’s navel area, lying down on her back with her legs spread out enticingly for the man who would claim her maidenhood once and for all. 


“No, no. Roxy, I’ll let you ride on it yourself. What better way is there to learn how to fuck then starting off on top? Show me what you’re capable of, I know that pussy’s going to be tight!” said Paul, leaning on his palms and giving the smaller girl ample space to sit atop of him. 


A courageous leap that she would’ve never guessed she’d ever take, Roxy sat up and then held onto Paul’s muscular shoulders. Pressing up against his sturdy figure like this gave her a sensation of security, his meaty hands sliding across her slender curves, straddling his waist and hovering that succulent, pouty pussy lips above the gigantic helmet that left her twitching and shivering with glee. 


“I can’t believe this, it’s really happening! The dick that I’ve been fantasizing about for so long… Paul’s huge, strong and thick cock. I’m sorry, Zenith! I know this is wrong, but I can’t hold myself back anymore! I’m a woman too!” 


Dropping her fleshy walls around the impossibly fat hog, the blond man’s vicious organ tore the virgin vaginal lips apart, rigid and intimidating, penetrating her soft insides with ease. Roxy’s head flung back in violent reception to the scattering sensations flowing throughout her nervous system. Her pristine, pale skin looked simply vibrant under the intimate lighting of the room, lit with candles and setting a perfect atmosphere for celebrating the loss of Roxy’s virginity. Clinging onto Paul’s masculine frame, she catapulted herself higher in the air with each descent, attempting to shove herself fuller with the gigantic meat every time. 


He was simply too big. A man as hung as Paul was challenging for every woman to take, resulting in the impalement of that enormous bulging spear to struggle and come to a halt after a mere five inches deep. 


“Gghhhh!~”


Tensing up with her tiny muscles flexed, Roxy began to see stars despite her pussy clamping onto his engorgement so fiercely that it prevented him from pushing in further. 


“F-Fuck! You’re even tighter than I thought! I don’t even know if I can even pull out of a pussy like this!” expressed Paul. 


“Oh no, is she stuck?” giggled Elinalise, seeing the 


“Mnnhh! Ahhn!! O-Oohhh!~” squealed Roxy, in no position to talk with the density of Paul’s cockshaft rummaging against her sopping clit in this indecent manner. 


“Think she needs my help?” asked Paul. 


“Yes, but don’t do it yet! You’ll break her. You’re always so selfish of your own pleasure and are too rough with the new girls. I can take it, so it’s not a problem for me, but… Roxy would snap in half,” replied Elinalise. 


None of their words were even making their way towards her brain, the incomprehensible fog of lust trapping her brain with her hips twitching erratically. Jammed in between the constricting walls smoldering with heat, Elinalise decided that it was time to lend her little companion a hand, cheekily brushing her fingers across Roxy’s smaller, exposed nipples and giving them a light pinch for stimulation. 


“Kyaaa!~ Ahhhnfh!~ Oouuhhhh!~”


“Isn’t she just so adorable? I just can’t wait to hear her moan. This sweet, innocent girl becomes addicted to your cock. We seem like polar opposites, but she’s just like me…” purred Elinalise. 


The elven skank wore a smile like a kid in the playground when toying with and fondling Roxy’s silky smooth flesh, cupping her rather underdeveloped breasts despite her being around 40 years of age, groping the sensitive lumps did wonders for the highly receptive woman. Squirming in her grasp, Elinalise licked her full lips and continued playing with her, in-turn shifting her attention from her lower half skewering the vast, monstrous meat that was Paul’s cock and dispersing it across her entire body. Relaxing that mound of hers swimming with juices, loosening it up enough for the ruthless invader to shove a few more inches inside. Roxy’s nightgown had been completely folded and scrunched up, unveiling more of her feminine, skinny figure. 


“Sorry, but I can’t wait all day. Get ready, Roxy. I’m going to teach you what it means to be a woman!” growled Paul. 


It was rare for him to even usher a warning, forcibly thrusting himself up into Roxy’s creamy cleft that splashed his groin and thighs in her vaginal extract. The simultaneous surge of pleasure caused a burst in her loins, causing her to orgasm instantaneously with her shrieks spiraling out of control. Quiet in nature, Roxy’s never screamed this loud in her life, spine straightening through the waves of bliss, whimpering through her violent thrashing when Paul roared in amusement and kept himself burrowed all the way pressed against the lips of her womb. 


“I won’t thrust through it just yet, but tell me, how does it feel? A virgin like you obviously wasn’t prepared for such a deep dicking,” snarled Paul.


“Mmnhhhggh!~ I-I’m not sure! Ouuhhhh! It hurts, but it feels so good!~ M-More!… Paul, please keep moving. Thrust your huge cock inside of me!~” wailed Roxy, learning her profane terminology from none other than the orgy Queen herself. 


“I would’ve done that regardless if you asked! Come on, take it! You’ve been a slut deep down inside, haven’t you? A tutor? Yeah, right! You’re the one that wanted lessons on how to take cock!” 


Snapping his hips sharply, the havoc-wreaking fucking left her in a tumtulous world of pleasure and pain. Roxy’s melting cunt felt like the blowjobs she’s given him, sloppy and wet, sucking him deeper into her body as her guilt stifled from the overbearing crashing of ecstasy flowing in and out of her. Balls swinging upwards and clapping against her skin, dousing in that familiar layer of sweat that Roxy always viewed Elinalise clad in - teeth shivering from the ruckus of pleasure erupting from within her core. The wide head connecting with her cervix made everything else around Roxy disappear, nothing mattered anymore, she didn’t give a damn about Zenith, this degradation, or the fact that she might wound up pregnant by the end. It was all so insignificant, this stretching of her love hole blowing her mind, the immense pressure throbbing somewhere deep in her tummy. 


Paul’s big, strong body cuddled Roxy’s close as their slippery skin touched together. Roxy’s labored gasps, the noisy creaking of the mattress springs - she had trouble believing that the source of these sinful sounds was a product of her libido. Hardly cognizant of the life-changing moment that occurred, her pupils went bright and wide when she felt that spectacular manhood lurch inside of her deeply embedded snatch. The massively copious creampies that Elinalise had stored in her inner sanctum as often as her stomach carried food, Roxy felt enlightened that she too would share in the joys of depravity. 


“Alright, my little tutor. Here’s your pay for all the hard work you’ve put in!” shouted Paul, sarcastically. Instead of receiving her compensation in terms of cash, Paul wrapped his thick arms around the curve of her back, pulling their bodies closely together with their heat, sweat and fluids mixing - shifting himself in between her legs and changing the angle to penetrate her wonderful channel, creating an outrageous friction from the rubbing of their genitals, increasing the speeds at which his inches rocketed from his groin. Roxy wailed and spat amidst her erotic squeals, announcing to the world her arrival as Paul’s concubines.


Sspppllllttt!~ 


Inseminating the quivering, wildly jerking woman granted Paul an excellent release as he felt the thick streams of sperm leaving his body. Nestling himself into the cook of her neck, inhaling her delicious scent as he planted feathery kisses across her skin, gently caressing her smooth backside while scraping against the entrance of her womb while dumping his genes inside of her unprotected, fertile womb. Surrendering themselves to the moment, the thought of pregnancy didn’t waver their insatiable desires. 


“Sheesh, that was something else. It’s been years since I’ve fucked a virgin,” said Paul.


“And fuck her, you did. I’m impressed that she hasn’t passed out. I guess her only talent isn’t handling magic, she’s quite adept at handling cocks, too.” smiled Elinalise. 


Roxy’s limbs fell limp from the aftermath of this shocking orgasm, left perplexed with her vaginal lips vice-gripped around his beam. She certainly didn’t appear to be mindful in the present, somewhere high in the clouds, having elevated to a different plane of euphoric existence - Paul sucked on the nape of her neck leaving behind a hickey before resuming his short, soft thrusts that left her bouncing. 


“A-Ahngh?!”


“Hmm? You didn’t think that I was done after that, did you? You should know by now that it never ends after the first shot!” 


Picking her lifeless body back up, Roxy felt the insurgence of energy flow back into her system along with the adrenaline pumping through her. 


“I’m going to ruin you for any other man, Roxy. You’ll laugh at the thought of having sex with anyone else. Look at Elinalise, over here. She literally needs dick to live, and she abandoned the lifestyle of getting ran through by thousands of men all for me. Your pussy will never be the same,” promised Paul. 


“Hey! That’s rude, talking about a proper lady like myself that way,” joked Elinalise.


Raising her left leg and pinning her down in place, Paul leaned over top of the slim beauty, grinning smugly at the delirious babe who felt like she’d been getting yanked back and forth in between hallucination and reality. 


“This is probably going to feel ten times better, just so you know. Roxy, you’re the submissive type, aren’t you?” whispered Paul, lifting her slender thigh even higher before pummeling her womanhood with unyielding strength. This position allowed for even greater penetration, touching the uncharted depths of her pussy that she thought not possible to reach - sending reverberations that she felt throughout her gushing gash. 


“Kyaah!~ Auuhngh!~ Gghhh! Hnnghh!~ O-OOOOHHH!~ Oooooohhhhh!…”


This vile, nearly barbaric pounding was the type that he delivered to Elinalise. Centuries worth of fucking prepared herself to handle it, the exponential gap in experience between the elf and the slutty demon made all the difference - Roxy screeched and rolled her hips forward, pushing against his pelvis and detonating from the volcano-like eruptions of ecstasy. 


WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! 


Eyes slamming shut in reverence, throat burning with her mouth turning dry, drilling into cum-craving woman that turned modest to inexorably shameless. This onslaught left her with sweat slithering across her skin, face flushed scarlet red as was the rest of her body, reshaping her insides and making Roxy go cross-eyes with the flurry of orgasms sweeping through her system, causing her to buck uncontrollably. Electricity caused goosebumps to form across her skin, squealing in heightened pleasure as she grunted into the chest of Paul, working his long shaft throughout the entirety of her vaginal crevice. After terribly long years of not knowing the touch of a man, Roxy’s womanly needs were finally met and exceeded, fucking her with his strong hands grasping whatever part of her body he pleased, slapping and squishing her bare naked ass, fluttering around the ginormous cock with her mind melting turning into nothing but a mere fuckdoll. Bathing her nagging depths after probing it with merciless pistons, swelling inside of her quim before pumping its thick virile sperm deep within Roxy’s submissive, tight pussy. Paul’s seed sent her into a chain of cataclysmic orgasms, the undignified moans that she sang threatening to be heard from outside. The fleeting thought crossed her mind - “What would my parents think about me?”


This relentless, libidinous truncheon ejaculated over and over again. Somehow, someway the volume of cum seemed to become even more abundant, the white sludge sloshing within, spilling out in gunky pools. Paul’s fingers dug into the little meat of her legs, holding them apart and letting himself loose and completely drenching her with his second consecutive load of the night. Suddenly, her vision turned dark when her mind shut off in the heat of the moment, coming back to a state of half-consciousness, delirious and confused, feeling her hips raised by Paul’s hand. 


“Ara, isn’t she at her limit already?” asked Elinalise.


“Maybe, but I’m not satisfied yet. There’s nothing more fun than new pussy,” snickered Paul. 


His crude, heartless and degenerate personality always showed when aroused. Paul was rarely respected as a person by the women familiar with his character, only ever having praise for his sexual skills - he showed why commonly. Roxy, a former virgin who had only just been vaginally penetrated for the first time under an hour ago, was now being pummeled for the third time in a row. One was more than enough, three was overkill. Her teeth chattered, eyes rolling around with her scorching innards feeling tender and sore, pussy queefing noisily from the intrusion of his behemoth prick overstaying its welcome. Hissing and thrusting her hips forward, slamming against his groin and pulling back slowly, her entire body convulsed in cadence with her nether folds quivering. Although her intelligible thoughts were now nonexistent, brain turning into mush as her otherwise lifeless body spasmed and humped randomly, Paul used her like a flesh toy and masturbated using her fuckable build. 


Roxy’s typically admirable appearance contrasted to a disheveled, stupid looking face with her tongue rolled out and hanging sloppily from the sides. Her voice hiccuped and moans hitched as her lurid voice cascaded throughout the room, managing to absorb the abuse delivered by the blistering pace of Paul’s sturdy hips. Elinalise spat on her hands and fingered herself at the spectacle of Paul’s big python speed-fucking her soul from her body, evoking a sense of pride in fulfilling Roxy’s dirty wishes, seeing her in this pathetic state was perfectly aligned with her immoral desires. If anything, this made Elinalise feel less emotional over her decision of abandoning her sense of dignity in returning to Paul and succumbing to becoming his sex slave. She wasn’t alone. Who wouldn’t stoop this low to please this hunk of a man, this sexual beast. 


“Fuu!~ Nnmmm!~ Kkghhh!~”


The guttural cries, this drunken stupor. 


Roxy would never trade it for anything else in this vast, wonderful world. 


Paul was putting her in her place. 


The place she belonged.


His sex slave. 


Not his first, but his second. 


And she loved it. 


Cumming her brains like out it was nobody’s business, she clawed and groaned while experiencing the greatest explosion of pussy cream humanly possible - splattering her climax all over Paul’s burly legs, spraying thicker streams when his own organ began to fill her overflowing cunt with another helping of his viscous semen. 


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“Dang, that was some good pussy, Elinalise. I hate to say it but, you did a great job bringing her over to me. She’s completely out cold though, so that’s probably enough for her, at least for the time being. Ready to get some more?” asked Paul. 


For some reason, Elinalise looked like she’d seen a ghost, face turned pale and her eyes distant as she gazed in the direction behind Paul. Prompting him to check what exactly she appeared to be so disturbed by, turning around and experiencing a similar drop of the heart.


“Oh…”


“Man, what’s with my luck lately?”


Lilia, the red headed, ample-breasted housemaid that had lived through similar grievances as Roxy - kept up late at nights from the sexual ruckus of the young, busty Zenith and her husband. She gave Paul a cold glare as if admonishing him for his sins, the blatant wrongdoings taking place in the same household that contained their marital bed.  


“W-Well, Lilia. You see… I uh-…” mumbled Paul, scratching his head trying to conjure up some type of reasonable excuse. 


Roxy, whose nightgown had been practically torn apart, collapsed on the bed covered in sweat, cum leaking out of her gaping, dampened and thoroughly pounded cunt. Elinalise was seconds away from having her own pussy filled and fucked, a few spectators never deterred her from having a good time, but she felt concerned for Paul’s circumstances. If Lilia told Zenith what was happening behind closed doors, there was a chance that she might never see him again. That fear cradled her heart in its grasp, and before she or Paul could speak up, Lilia unexpectedly came, stepped in, leaned forward, and kissed him. Planting a wet, passionate smooch directly on his lips, Paul looked like he’d just been blindsided by this move, neither himself nor Elinalise anticipated this drastic change of events.


“Eh? You’re not mad?” 


“Hmph, after living all this time with you, did you really think that I didn’t have a clue about the time of man you are? I’ve noticed all those times that you’ve looked at me with those lecherous eyes, sometimes it felt like you were undressing me with your stares,” scoffed Lilia. 


“Well, well. Master, it looks like you’re as popular as ever,” smiled Elinalise. 


“Was I really that obvious?” replied Paul, in disbelief. 


“Since you’re already an unfaithful man anyways… Don’t you think that it’s time to take responsibility? If you’re ever wondering why I’m so tired in the morning. All those sleepless nights… It’s all your fault,” said Lilia. 


A victim to lust, just like Roxy. 


How could fair maidens such as themselves suppress their urges? Zenith’s womanly cries of pure, unadulterated ecstasy awakened something within. The perverse thoughts wondering if sex truly felt that amazing crossed their minds every night. The sound of their bodies slapping together; the bed rocking against the wall; cries of bliss. Lilia had entered an irrational heat, smelling the stench of cum, cock and pussy filling the room and invading her nostrils. Paul didn’t even have to give his answer, because she already knew it. A man criminally weak to temptation, there wasn’t a reality where he’d turn down a woman in-need. His gigantic meatprick aching at the sight of the curvaceous maid stripping before him, each piece of clothing that hit the floor unveiling bits of her seductive, stimulating figure. 


“There it is!… Lilia’s naked, plump body! Zenith is something else, but I can’t believe how many gorgeous and sexy women that I’m surrounded by.”


Certainly something that he wouldn’t admit, a poorly kept secret that Lilia herself was aware of - choosing to ignore when Paul had been clearly peeping on her in the shower. 


Breaking the man’s concentration of the spectacularly shapely, endowed broad was the body of another woman that he was all too familiar with. One shocking revelation after the other, before Paul could question why Lilia had returned so early, he completely forgot about the two women traveling together. After the redhead laid herself fully nude before him, invading the room was none other than the woman he supposedly chose to abandon his solicitous lifestyle for, his wife, his everything, Zenith.


This was different than when Roxy found out, or Lilia, Zenith was his bride. If only his feeble morals and guilt outweighed his masculine urges, then maybe he would’ve been able to resist. There was no explaining the situation, no lie or convenient excuse that he could make. Paul stood there silently, showing no hints of remorse, only acceptance. Whatever conclusion Zenith reached, he would respect it. Even if he were an absolute scumbag, Paul was reasonable enough to respect the wishes of the woman that he betrayed, his promise amounting to nothing at the end of the day. Crumbling during the trials of time, he impressed himself for lasting this long, if anything. 


“Don’t say anything, Paul. There’s no need for words anymore, I’m sure that we both understand that. To tell you the truth, I’ve known what you’ve been doing for quite some time now. I didn’t know for sure, but I spotted Elinalise in town one day. After we’ve been together for so long, I know better than to trust your word. At first, I was struggling to keep my emotions bottled up, which is why I lashed out at you the other day. My suspicions grew, and I know better than to doubt my own intuition. I pretended that Lilia and I were leaving, only to wait a while and see what you’d do,” confessed Zenith. 


This bomb that was just dropped left him speechless, jaw dropped to the floor, curious as to what his fate ultimately determined to be. 


“I’m not surprised, but I didn’t expect that on the first opportunity that I gave you… An orgy? Really?! Elinalise is one thing, I had no idea that you’ve already seduced Roxy, too. Lilia told me her honest feelings, and that she wouldn’t resist if you showed interest in sleeping with her. At this point, I’m so fed up with all the cheating that I might as well accept it as a part of our relationship!” 


Roxy groaned and whimpered something unintelligible in the background, rendered unconscious with a healthy flow of sperm pouring out of her - making all the women in the room overloaded with sexual tension feel a tinge in their pussies. 


“Accept it as a part of our relationship? You don’t mean… Are you really not going to leave me, Zenith?” 


“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it… We have children, Paul. It’d be irresponsible of me to ignore their needs and separate at this crucial time in their development. We both need to be there for them, and it’s not like I thought this day would never come. If anything, I’m surprised that you’ve kept it in your pants for this long! Still, it’s frustrating! You married me for a reason, didn’t you? Out of all the women you’ve slept with, I’m the one you ended up choosing. So, I’m going to prove the reason why you chose me right here, right now. I’ll forgive you only after you make me cum, and cum hard like you always do, got it?” scolded Zenith, digging her finger into his forehead. 


“Okay, okay! I couldn’t think straight with my dick so hard anyways, once you were done talking I was thinking about pouncing on ya’ anyways!” said Paul. 


After his glorious wife resigned to his whimsical desires, he wondered what remarkable deeds he must’ve committed to deserve this miracle outcome. Everything was perfect, there wasn’t a thing he’d change.


“Don’t forget that I’m here too, Zenith. This is my way of getting payback for all those times you two were screaming throughout the night!” complained Lilia, joining the bodacious blonde down on her knees. 


Paul was no stranger to orgies, except this one felt the most exhilarating of them all. His wife, his housemaid, his former fuckbuddy and the tutor of his son were all gathered together for one sole purpose - to achieve orgasms they would never forget, and to pleasure the gigantic cock responsible for these overpowering sensations. 


Roxy and Elinalise rewarded him with a double blowjob, attaching both of their lips firmly around his virile pole of man muscle - Lilia and Zenith gave him similar treatment, with a slight twist. Unfortunately for the slender bluenette, she lacked the assets to match Elinalise’s voluptuous features. On the other hand, Zenith and Lilia were both stacked, almost equally so, their bra-sized surely were somewhere in the same cup range. With both of their tops removed, Zenith’s motherly mounds jiggling with opulence, Lilia met hers with a clash of their round bosoms. Smacking together and trapping Paul’s mighty limb in between their fatty, smothering cleavage - Paul moaned in sexual glory and hissed through his teeth. 


“Fucking hell! Zenith, Lilia!… What’s gotten into you two? I’ve dreamt about this before, but to think it’d actually happen,” he grunted. 


Rivals in fierce competition, Zenith smirked at Lilia who smiled back in confidence. These two got along as superior and subordinate, but when Paul was involved, the dynamic shifted closer to two friends trying to surpass the other. Paul’s poorly contained attraction for Lilia in general prompted her to tease Zenith about stealing her husband away, and it was their turn to put their mouths to the test, literally. This smothering, ample pool consuming his sanity with the muscular man shuddering from this marvelous scene. Equally as stimulating as their touch was the view, pumping himself between their mammaries with thrusts of his own, clapping against the large fleshy balloons. Stabbing between their jugs, his bucking shaft dripping in musky juices left his swollen glands appearing even more appetizing slicked in thick lumps of his cum. 


“What do you think, Paul?” purred Lilia.


“This isn’t something that you were able to do with Elinalise and Roxy, could you?” teased Zenith, noting the fact that Roxy’s lack of chest rendered them impossible to provide this warm, smooth and buoyant sensation. 


“No, they weren’t able to!...” gasped Paul, feeling the pair of huge boobs wrapping around his inches fully, slipping over the bloated head of his meatprick sticking out from between the tight crevice. Lifting their enormous jugs in tandem, rubbing them along the curving cock, enveloping the meattip completely - the silky titflesh squishing his column of manmeat with the soft, cushy skin pushing together. Zenith and Lilia represented the epitome of womanly confidence smirking at one another, pinned on all sides and edges was his tool buried within the glossy, fleshy meat. 


“We’re going to wring you dry, you hopeless pervert. Maybe then you’ll finally be satisfied, and not cheat on me every chance you get, right?” hummed Zenith. 


“M-Maybe!” gasped Paul, feeling his heartstrings tugged by the piercing words of his tough wife. 


Milky, juicy and scrumptious breasts pushed up against each other with the ladies hands supporting them from the sides - pumping the prominent shaft that was throbbing and bucking uncontrollably, oozing a lather of precum that disappeared into the valley of their pale goodness. Zenith demonstrated a slight edge over Lilia who had little experience in handling huge cocks, wearing a victorious smirk on her face when noticing the slight difference in their mesmerizing, hypnotic motions. This delicate, firm and meaty massage eased the soreness of Paul’s stiffness, rejuvenating the member that sprung to life. Out of all the billions of dicks in the world, it very well might have been true that Paul was the only one capable of handling this group of horny, pussy-twitching sluts on his own. 


“I hate to admit it, sir. I’ve imagined myself doing this to you before, seeing how hard you stare at my chest. To think the day would come where I’d have you wrapped around my breasts like this, staring at the face of your wife while we work to make you cum…” muttered Lilia. In disbelief of her own actions, wondering where she ended up turning into a hopeless pervert, like the rest of them. 


“What a naughty maid we’ve hired, hmm? Were you trying to steal him away from me the entire time you’ve been working here? I’m sorry to say, but Paul is an impossible man to tie down. I’ve come the closest, and look how that’s turned out. If you want his dick so much, then prepare to share,” grinned Zenith. 


Out of the countless, unforgettable fuck sessions that Paul has been apart of - this was the most surreal. Hearing these two talk dirty to one another while cuddling his junior in between the silky, slippery mammaries that stroked him eagerly and lewdly. They spat over the winking slit letting their saliva slip over the crown, treating it like lube the way the gigantic cock pistoned in and out of their slick cleavage. Sandwiched in between this sheer voluptuousness, Paul felt his soul leaving his body several times, watching them push the squishy goodness of their fatty chests together, matching the other’s tempo and jerking his wholly length sheathed by the fabulous breast meat. This dirty, milky cumshot would soon come firing off when Zenith and Lilia both felt inclined to tilt their chins and bathe his meaty glans with their tongues, swiping and lathering the precum clean off of the tip - alternating between circular motions of their breasts and jacking him off with up-and-down motions. Torturing the man that has been the root cause of their unbearable arousal, smacking the oversized pillar with the sides of their breasts, mashing them together and essentially making out with the engorged head. 


“Aahhh, fucking hell!... Lilia… Zenith! You two are really something else!” complimented Paul, wearing a lecherous smile on his face when dispersing the glutinous strands of sperm that sprayed high into the air before landing all over the stacked, buxom beauties. Zenith and Lilia squealed in unison, unexpectedly soiled by the heavy amounts of semen that exceeded even his usual amount of cum that his curvy lover thought was normal for his standards. The creamy batter clung to the glimmering skin of the thick babes, legs quivering with excitement. If there was one aspect where Paul was dependable, it was the fact that he would never allow a woman’s reward to go unfulfilled - if there was a favor that he’d always return, it was always a sexual one. 


“O-Ooh, Paul! You’ve covered me! Did you enjoy it that much? You haven’t cum this hard since you impregnated me with Rudeus!” 


“There’s so much?.. Ahh. So much of Paul’s cum. It’s all over my face, I can’t see anything!..” gasped Lilia, her glasses fogged and covered up in the dense paste. 


“Alright, ladies. I’ve had my fun now, so it’s your turn to get it back, twice fold! Zenith, I’ll make sure that you don’t regret staying with me. Even if I can’t stop myself from having sex with all these beautiful, fuckable ladies. You’re the one that I love the most! Lilia, I’ve wanted to stick my dick inside of you from the moment you started working here!” shouted Paul, like he was announcing something. 


When Paul was in the bedroom, his voice carried the authority of a leader on the battlefield. Organizing the orgy and positioning the breedable, scintillating ladies in the positions where he would simultaneously grant them the pleasure they’ve sought after for all this time. There was only one reason that all of these women came here, and put up with Paul’s antics - because they wanted to get fucked by his meaty, virile and outright superior cock. Lilia and Zenith were the stars of tonight’s show, and he was going to set the stage to highlight how erotic they truly were. 


The built, dominant man reversed their usual positions and laid down on the mattress - beckoning with his fingers for the two bitches to come towards him. 


“Zenith, come sit that pretty ass over on top of my face. Lilia, you’ll go first because you’ve never had the honor of testing out my dick yet, yeah?” smirked Paul. 


“Ara, don’t mind if I do. It’s been a long time since you’ve eaten me out, honey.~” replied Zenith. 


“Has it? Man, I’m sorry for being a terrible husband! I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” 


Lilia wasn’t planning on arguing, accepting his invitation and swinging her legs over his waist, plopping herself down directly onto the piercing appendage that caused her to wince and shake her hips. 


“Way too big!~” she hissed. 


Impatiently bobbing on his length that stopped from the tightness of her stretching cunt, squeezing that furiously erect organ until slipping out of her vagina was prevented. 


“Mmm, are you still asleep, Roxy? What a waste. You should see how talented Paul is. He’s the only man I know that can bring so many women to climax all by himself. When it comes to sex, he’s a prodigy. The best of them all,” whispered Elinalise to the dreaming, passed out cutie. 


There were no faults in Paul’s movements, never wasting a single precious moment and efficiently darting his tongue through the tangy labia of his spouse. Moist and hot to the touch, Paul wiggled his oral appendage inside delighting at the sharp taste, loving how it washed over his tongue and pushing his hulking member towards the penetrating folds lewdly massaged with his burly underside. Although Lilia was the one dipping herself down onto his savage cock, hard-as-steel and as long as her arm, the woman swore that she could feel the weight bearing down on her. Shifting her knees in a wider stance, she jostled herself back and forth feeling her vagina expand little by little. 


“Ahhhnnngghhh!~”


“Yyeesssss!~” 


Consumed by the stress of everyday life and the hell that Paul has been putting them through for all this time, finally relieving themselves after harboring these frustrating feelings all this time. A well warranted lovemaking to be delivered to them both, Zenith moaned and twerked her fat pale ass over top of Paul’s face, greedily sucking on her clit and fucking the delectable hole with his energetic tongue. The wailing moans of the ladies, undaunted lust replacing their sense of decency, contracted tightly around his meat was Lilia’s insides while she sputtered and gasped from the invasion of her sex-addictive pussy. 


A beautiful moment it was, when the wife of Paul found solace in generously offering his cock to the other woman closest to their family, Lilia. She’d be lying if Zenith said that she wasn’t fond of their housemaid, enduring conflicting feelings about her attraction towards her husband, coming to terms with their illicit relationship that had been brewing all this time - both of the pheromone intoxicated women succumbed to the ravishing moment, bouncing forward when shoving themselves down onto the pleasurable organ, hips rocking back and forth before their faces eventually met in the middle. Expressing themselves in a way they’ve never had before, staring into each other’s eyes when overcome with arousal, the horny skanks’ vaginas heated up like an inferno, yelling and moaning before dashing forward at the same time and their lips meeting in an intense, volatile kiss that neither of them expected.
 
“Mmnn?!~” 


Moaning confusedly at their implausible actions, Zenith and Lilia learned to surrender themselves to the moment, hoisting themselves up higher and pushing themselves harder, faster and stronger against Paul’s body. Throughout the course of her entire sexual history, not once had Zenith kissed another woman. The thought had never crossed her mind, yet her odd dynamic with Lilia left her surprisingly enjoying this quick, steamy makeout session. Their primal depths soaked in their juices, Paul held the hands of his wife and grazed his thumb over the shining diamond ring that she wore, hearing the girls cry out in wonder with their tongues dancing - replicating their desire to triumph over the other and winning over Paul’s perverted love. They twisted, gyrated and slammed their hips to the tune of the erotic chorus, bringing themselves and in-turn Paul to their desired release, resulting in the barrage of sticky warmth jamming Lilia’s fresh pussy in several shots, her womanly screams causing her to roll her tongue in circles around Zenith’s, triggering her own orgasm as she came all over her husband’s dutiful, methodical tongue that left not an inch of her pink walls untouched in the threesome’s furious deluge. 


A few minutes later…


Moving at a wild pace, Zenith’s turn to prove herself happened when Lilia had been left tuckered out fighting that intensely engaging vaginal climax - gasping for air and slumped for breath when watching Zenith riding her man cowgirl.


“I own this dick, Lilia! You, Elinalise and Roxy might’ve had it for yourself, but Paul’s been fucking me with this big dick every day for years now! There’s not enough time for all of you to catch up to me! We’ve had enough sex to give birth to an entire family!” exhaled Zenith. 


Her possessive nature showed despite her willingness to share, voice and breath erratic with the extreme stretching of her pussy that could never seem to properly shape itself to Paul’s size. Hijacking her nervous system when riding him with labored gasps and soft thrusts, their familiarity on display, to a different extent than Elinalise and Paul shown. When those two went at it, they looked like a pair of rabid animals under the influence of a raging mating season - in comparison, Zenith and Paul’s romantic affection for one another showed in their intimate, sloppy kisses. Despite his flaws, she fell in love with him, accepting him for who he was, and what he did. This had been the most electrifying fucking they’ve had in years, leaving her face so intense, so enrapt with ecstasy and arousal as she gripped his arms and held them dearly - Zenith was sobbing gently, not from sadness or anger, but from pure elation. 


“Damn right, baby! I can’t believe I almost forgot why we ended up together! I was a fool to think for even a second that I could spend days without fucking you!” groaned Paul, splitting her open and responding to her tireless humping, adoring the feel of each slippery bump twisting and grazing around his dick. Slamming into her womb and ejecting his seed all the way to the back of her pussy with the intent of having it seep into her bubbling insides. The third cum stream in a row, defying limitations and expelling greater volumes of it even quicker bursts. Bouncing on that fat cock several times for good measure, Zenith reached back and brushed her fingers across her flowing hair, touching her own perky backside as the glorious fuckstick stroked out of her glistening folds. 


“Oouuhnnn, fuck yes!~ It hasn’t even been long, but I’ve mis


“You ready to go again, Lilia?!” teased Paul, noticing how she was still out of commission. She mumbled something in her daze, holding onto her stomach like she’d been punched in the gut - instead of a fist however, it was Paul’s enormous meat. Hilting her delicate insides, the brute force that it exerted wasn’t treatment that everyone could handle. Only Elinalise & Zenith who were accustomed to the pussy poundings withstood its indomitable girth, boasting their accomplishments into the faces of those who were gassed out and recovering. 


“Huh, I guess not.”


“Good. All the more for me! Hey, honey? You said you’d make it up to me… So how about we show everybody when we’re making love,” huskily whispered Zenith. 


His muscles flexed and his slightly softening erection rolled out in its menacing, vascular stiffness. The flames of their crumbling relationship was reignited, with no need to fan them into stronger fires, because Paul was ready to put another baby in her. 


“Alright, Zenith. Don’t blame me if our Rudeus ends up having another sibling!”


Folding the soft, hourglass-woman in half on her back, the powerful man mounted her without hesitation. If doggy-style encapsulated the nasty ties between Elinalise and Paul, then portraying the scorching romance of Zenith and her husband was the heated mating press. Flipping her legs backwards, shifting himself comfortably and filling the space in between her velvety thighs, Paul stuffed her puffy pussy full with cock and kept her feet dangling over her head. Broad, firm and tough were his pectoral muscles flattening the bouncy meat of her tits smushing from his masculine descent. Hitting that special spot deep inside her orifice, one that Paul had discovered long ago, during their first night together - Zenith’s wailing screams competed with even Elinalise’s most foul, depraved expressions of ecstasy. 


Slaughtering that succulent, splashing pussy - dealing soul-touching blows with his slithering snake mashing down to her bowels, leaving his tool anchored inside for a few moments to draw out the fiercest sensations. Zenith, who felt the crushing emotions of betrayal, frustration, anger and arousal all at once came her brains out from the fuckstick tearing her to shreds. The man that she adored, loathed, loved, hated. Paul was the only one, the only man she wanted, letting everyone know who owned her. Zenith’s voice carried power in the household, but when they were in bed, Paul possessed sole control over her being. Like a jackhammer, he twitched his hips and crashed down into her divine folds. 


“I love you, Zenith!” 


“Oh, shut up! You’re just in love with fucking this pussy, aren’t you? That’s why you married me in the first place!” mewled Zenith. 


Paul shut her complaints up by sealing their lips together, firmly locking them place, swallowing up her sweet moans while sucking on Zenith’s delicious tongue. The familiar taste of her saliva mixing with his, their juices spraying over their genitals glistening in sensuality - creating a climax worthy of all their bickering, arguments, stresses accumulated over their long tenured marriage. Husband and wife they remained, however they were certainly entering a new stage of their relationship. Paul’s free reign over his harem, something that he lacked and missed severely, was all making a grand return. All the ladies permeating wicked pheromones, it was Paul’s duty to meet their expectations. Smashing into his busty wife with reckless animalism, smearing around and lubing the area of her snatch with the vicious bursts pummeling her cervix with each lurching shove. Coiling around the cock masterfully thrusting into her needy pussy, gasping for air whenever Paul lifted himself up, panting shallowly and glancing down towards the massacra taking place, seeing his erection bent downwards and disappearing into her drenched labia. 


“Put a baby in me, Paul!~ Fuck me up and show me why you made me your wife!~” squealed Zenith, writhing out in orgasmic hysteria when it hit her relentlessly and without end, feeling Paul’s palm squishing her curvy bosom and rigorously fucking her in place. It would be unbecoming of a man like him to fail a lovely woman’s request, and like a wild, raging stallion he bucked his hips and then shoved himself to the very base,


“Mmmnngghh!~ Hhhnggghhhh!~” 


Ssspphlllltttt~ 


Depositing his potent genes into her fertile love hole, basking in the afterglow of their unbelievable, world-breaking sex. Whining and exhaling her hot moans into his lips, Zenith’s milky pussy left her thick lather over his plunging tube of meat as the husband and wife repaired their breaking relationship. 


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“Paul… Please… I need it so badly… I can’t live without your cock for this long!” begged Elinalise, crawling towards him in a pathetic state. His loyal, starving sex slave couldn’t take waiting all this time. Roxy, Zenith, Lilia all had their turns before she did. In fact, they delayed the gratification she was going to receive with Paul seconds away from piercing her womb. Her body operated in a way that seemed to possess a built-in mechanism preparing her for pleasure, and it felt simply heavenly to have Pauls’ strong, big hands grasping at her waist as he vowed to fill the void that he left behind with his brief departure. 


“Well, well. What am I going to do? I’ve got so many of you that need me. Don’t ever forget your place, Elinalise. I fuck you because I feel like it! You’re nothing more but a lowly, slutty cumdumpster. Got it?” smirked Paul. 


“Yes, yes!~ I’m whatever you want me to be, Master! So stick it in and fuck me already!~” 


Their default, favorite position was always doggy-style. Zenith’s marvelous boobs definitely stacked right up there with Elinalise’s, and Paul couldn’t possibly choose which of the pair was truly his number one. When it came to asses, Elinalise was unrivaled. One of one, the best of them all, with no refutable alternative. 


“I just can’t get enough of your ass! Fuck! If I could keep fucking this until the end of time, I would die a happy man!” praised Paul. 


Beating that plump bubble with his hips, Paul treated Elinalise without restraint. Whichever impulse that he felt, he’d always act upon. With her, he could be as selfish as he wanted. His brawny, built arms extended back and stretched out before whipping across the fine, tender flesh of her backside. Leaving the imprint of his palm and fingers after smacking her jiggling bottom not once, or twice, but over a dozen times in the span of a few seconds. Timing the spanks with the climax-delivering thrusts that left the elf’s toes curling, gushing in spurts and spraying out of her aching tunnels that were already filled with juices, Elinalise eyes rolled back in her spectacularly depraved cries that left the strands of hair standing, bottoming out with each hilting slam, allowing his engorged nuts to smack against her soft underbutt. 


“Then keep fucking it! Whenever, wherever, however you wish! I exist to get fucked by you! I’ve no other reason for living! This is the first time in my life that I’ve been grateful for this curse!” moaned Elinalise, expressing her gratitude towards Paul by orgasming all over his brilliant manhood soaked and dripping wet from the cum belonging to Roxy, Lilia, Zenith and her own. His hefty, dense fuckshaft had never slid so smoothly inside of a pussy before. The size, girth and length proved to be a challenge for any woman regardless of their sexual experience - now it seamlessly traveled in and out of Elinalise’s loosened, glorious fuckhole. An established fact was that the elves' malleable, confirming pussy had already been the perfect fit and match for Paul’s dumbfounding tool, but they hadn’t once experienced his miraculous smoothness. Yanking her hair, clapping Elinalise’s firm, squishy buttocks with thunderous thrusts and unleashing masculine groans and primitively obliterating her smoldering cleft like they’d been separated for decades. Zenith, Lilia and Roxy were still left shivering, messily placed around the room. The inhumane stamina of Paul and Elinalise was truly jaw-dropping, only Zenith managed to recollect herself after a few minutes, the rest lagging behind as they bore witness to the fleshy debacle that was the Master and his slave’s breeding. 


Zenith bit her bottom at the glooming sense of near-defeat, wondering if it were even possible for her to make a better lover than a woman who lived for sex. The unbelievable, genital-tingling shrills that escaped her was astounding. Paul didn’t slow down for a second, his motor pushed to the maximum and overdrive the way that his hips lunged forward and crashed against her meaty, plush rear. Nailing her against the wall as she undulated, inconceivable to the pleasure that has felt so foreign to her over the course of these several past years, the time they spent apart from each other was the worst of her lifetime. Unfulfilling, mediocre sex meant days living with regret. Elinalise now couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not spend every waking second fiending for Paul’s juicy, viciously erect cock. They slammed their sweaty, flushed-red bodies together for a marathon-length duration until Roxy and Lilia slowly came back to reality. Zenith was sucking her lips tightly, leaning against the pillows and seeing her huge mounds lift with every deep breath, suddenly feeling waves of arousal coming through from watching Paul fuck like a beast. This was her husband in his natural habitat, and for once, she felt terrible for trying to take him away from that. 


“Jesus fucking Christ, Elinalise! Your ass was made for getting fucked! You want me to cum inside you?” 


“Oh! Oohhh, yes!”


“Do you want it or not?!”


“YESSSS!~ Fill my slutty fucking cunt with all your cummmm!~” pleaded Elinalise. 


The fifth, and nearly the creamiest cumshot of the night was drained from his meaty testicles that scrunched up and almost looked pruned from the obscene amounts ejecting from his titanic appendage. Paul hissed and growled with his sturdy legs flexed, pushing forward with all his might and almost breaking the arch of Elinalise’s sexually contorted back, repeatedly shaking her big bountiful butt and slamming back into his groin. 


“Holy shit, how long has it been?”


Birds chirping, the rays of the sun beginning to shine into the dim room - Paul and the group realized that it was almost morning. 


“Alright, ladies. Good morning Roxy, and nice to see you too, Lilia. Zenith, I know that it’ll take more than that to put you out. All of you, stand up and lean against the wall for me, raise those nice asses and let me show you heaven,” ordered Paul. 


“Y-Yes!” panted Roxy, still drowsy from the system-crashing orgasms. 


“Okay, honey. I’m not as young anymore, hmm? I can’t believe that I needed a break there, or maybe it was because you were fucking me so good?” giggled Zenith. 


“Oh, please. You two fuck more than rabbits! Paul, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… That felt so amazing. Give it to me again!” demanded Lilia. 


“A maid asking for favors? That’s not befitting of you, is it? Ufufu, I guess I’m the only one who is lucky enough to have the title of his cockslave,” boasted Elinalise. 


All lined up against the wall, they pressed their sexy, varying asses side by side. Their cheeks touching together, each of the ladies slyly looked back at Paul with hunger in their eyes. Wiggling their hips from side-to-side, or shaking them up and down, others stayed still and dipped their fingers down towards their crotch, spreading their vaginal entrance apart for Paul to claim them once more. 


Roxy’s smaller, pert but immensely soft ass was at the start of the line. Paul rubbed his chin and smiled at her cute, yet very arousing bum. It looked tight as hell, and although lacking in terms of proportion, her slim rear still maintained a desirable shape. 


“Looks like I’m going to start with you, Roxy. I haven’t had a chance to smash this tight little ass of yours, lemme see how it bounces,” laughed Paul. 


Any feelings of insecurity left her body when his mammoth-sized fuckhead smushed against her weeping, minuscule hole and bashed through the entrance with a nudge and a wince by the smaller woman. Paul held her by the hip and stuffed himself into her absurdly tight innards, gasping at the angelic feeling. Out of them all, Roxy was the most pure, and corrupting that once sinless woman made Paul feel like the dirty scumbag that he thrived at being. 


“Fucking hell, Roxy’s pussy is so tight! I can hardly move inside of her. Inside of her feels so warm and delicate, like if I thrust too hard she might snap in half! Damn, it feels so good breaking in a virgin. I might get hooked on her pussy more than she’s addicted to my dick! Out of the four of them, Roxy’s gives me the most unique grip,” thought Paul.


He valiantly brought the wobbling bluenette to her final climax, covering her noisy mouth in her palms, swinging forward from the impact of Paul’s vigorous motions, leaving her with no room to breathe. 


“I’m cumming!!! I’m c-cumminnnggggg!~” warned Roxy, her bodily fluids erupting from her canal multiple times before Paul eventually injected his sixth ejaculation inside of the talented woman. 


Next, Elinalise’s flawless, curvaceous and mesmerizing dump truck left Paul in awe yet again. Its shape; thickness; firmness; malleability; all of it was top-notch, of the highest quality. When Paul handled his beefy anaconda and snuck it back inside of her freshly fucked hole, he breathed out hot air and admired that backside that seemed to look hotter by the second. He fondled the fatty meat of her gigantic ass with his fingers, the marshmallowy globes allowing his digits to sink deeply into the tissue before reaching the muscle, stroking himself furiously into her pussy before reaching a swift release and emptying himself out for the seventh time inside of Elinalise’s majestic vagina and wonderful ass. 


“I’m sorry, everyone. I don’t think there’s anybody out there with a nicer ass, or pussy than this! Still, even if she’s the best at fucking, it’s not like I’m not having a blast cumming inside of the others, too! My god, is it even fair to have a body like this? Sometimes I wonder if she’s a goddess of sex, reincarnated or something?” contemplated Paul, swaying back and forth before flooding Elinalise with thick, stringy cum while wearing the most satisfied grin on his face. 


Following up afterwards was none other than his reliable, skimpy maid that was now in charge of even more duties around the house. She didn’t sign up for it in the beginning, but there were no complaints now. Lilia, the beautiful, glasses-wearing redhead yelped when Paul filled her up from the back. Lilia was the faithful, younger woman who didn’t lack in any of the assets department, either. Comparable breast-size to Zenith, a tight waist, slender thighs and a youthful pussy - there wasn’t much room for improvement, Paul acknowledged this when giving her the fucking worth tens of pay cheques. Once hiding her revolt and disgust for his sleazy ways, Lilia came to love his perverted ways. If it wasn’t for his lack of restraint and voracious libido, Paul wouldn’t have been crushing her guts with his delightfully powerful thrusts.


“I wanted Roxy for a long time, but even longer than that wait was for Lilia! Our smoking hot maid that I’ve been lusting for since she started working here. There were times where I felt like just barging in her room at night and laying her down and giving her the work! Sheesh, she did not disappoint. Lilia’s pussy feels so hot inside, and I can still feel it adjusting to me,” grinned Paul. 


Pumping her with the eight eruption, there was no shortage of sperm spared inside of his hanging sack. Lilia was nearly brought to tears amidst her soul-seizing climax, and Paul made sure to give the pair of tits a quick squeeze before letting her fall down onto the floor after inseminating her. 


“You won’t get mad at me if anybody gets pregnant, will you, my love?” asked Paul sweetly, cozying up to Zenith’s noticeably round, heart-shaped buttocks. Her motherly figure had taken no significant downgrades from her formerly young self, still voluptuous, thick around the thighs, big and plush ass that handled his strong thrusts amazingly. 


“If that happens, then I guess you’ll be the father to many kids,” replied Zenith. 


She took the initiative of lunging backwards into his daunting member with her nether lips quivering in joy. 


“Uggh!.. The pussy that I’m familiar with the most, I’ll never get tired of this, either. Zenith, my wife, I love you and your deliciously jiggling butt equally! The way that your pussy coils around me, squeezing me lovingly, it reminds me how lucky I am to have you by my side!” 


The shapes, wetness, tightness, and warmth of all their pussies was noticeably different. Pounding their seductively shaped asses one-by-one allowed him to recall their differences fresh in his mind. After finally pulling out of Zenith who was the last woman standing, Paul’s worship-worthy cock looked like it was dipped in a bucket of their pussy nectar the way it was dripping with it.


“Phewww, that might be all for me. I’m getting tired now… My dick’s still standing but, I need to get some sleep,” yawned Paul. 


Tuckered out from this mad mating session, Paul dropped onto the mattress, slowly covered by the naked bodies of these beautiful women that started to drift to slumber when cuddled in his arms, resting in his thigh, or placing their lips against the tip of his dick. Only after they surrounded him, tiredly lifting his cream-soaked organ, and all participated in a four way clean up fellatio that showered and bathed the dirty, tangy-tasting dick with the tongues and lips of the cockstruck and eager women. 


Elinalise popped it out of her lips after hungrily bobbing her head twenty times before passing it along to her disciple in Roxy, deepthroating it for a few seconds without choking, demonstrating her improvement. After lifting her head, Zenith and Elinalise patted her on the back for a job well done, before the thick wife traced the veiny underside with her silky tongue, starting from his balls all the way to the tip. Last but not least, Zenith playfully smacked the lips of Lilia with Paul’s engorgement, allowing her the final touches between the wife of the house and the maid before joining the others in their peaceful slumber. 


Until tomorrow.


Again. 


Paul’s spicy sex life had returned again. 


And it would only get better from there, the depravity never coming to an end. 



