They were on each other’s lips the second they made it past the door. Of course they had been making out sporadically on the entire way back, but now they went beyond what could be done while moving. It started with Siena receiving some attention, went over to the other elementals, the maids and finally stopped at Rave.

Her kiss was remarkably aggressive. The winding of their tongues for superiority was a proper fight. One that he thoroughly enjoyed, given her sweet taste of bubble-gum and those soft, glossy lips of hers. The tiny metal ball of her tongue piercing effortlessly gliding between their movements created a sort of focal point for John.

While he was taller, his girlfriend was still, thanks to supernatural power-ups, physically superior. A whole lot, especially once she manifested those adorable cat ears. Although she was on her toes, she forced John back step by step by the sheer power of her body pressing against him. The only alternative was falling. Which went from an alternative to the only choice when the back of his legs hit the bed and he tumbled down, Rave on top of him.

She immediately moved her arms down to his shirt and began unbuttoning it. For once, he didn’t just open his inventory to help with that. Having a gorgeous woman undress him while he held her and their sloppy kiss echoed in the room caused a simple and primal satisfaction. Especially with all the other girls getting on the way too small bed, all eager to get his attention and willing to help each other out with their lust until they got it.

The last button opened and John’s wrists were taken and nailed to the bed above his head, just as his girlfriend pulled up. Just a little bit, enough to put her lips in his field of view and separate him from the rest of the world through the curtain of her long, wild hair, a neon pink colour not too far removed from cherry blossoms.

A strand of saliva connected their outstretched tongues for one erotic moment, then they just stared at each other’s eyes. The blue of hers had been replaced by a copper colour, a change that always occurred when she changed into cat mode and went alongside the change of her pupils to vertical slits. Notably, the pink shimmer in her eyes was retained. Where it had been lost before, in recent months, it had developed an increasing staying power. At the moment, it was a heavily consolidated outline around her pupil, a hard manifestation, complimenting her determined stare.

“You’re in a dominant mood today, aren’t you?” John asked, and she smirked.

“Yessss,” she hissed lustfully, her legs straddling his stomach and grinding against his smooth abs.

It was a tad rarer than her submissive outbursts, largely because John rewarded those so intensely, but his girlfriend was still a dominant leaning switch. What she needed to ‘vent’ in that regard was usually funnelled into the submissive elements of the harem, since John didn’t usually enjoy being in the powerless position. That was enough for her everyday desires, but some occasions had her just wanting more. Something that her boyfriend could completely empathize with.

“Then you’re in charge for the next hour,” he promised her with a wink. Being the submissive may not have been his cup of tea, but he was willing to do it every now and again if it made her happy. A large part of that readiness to submit was that it was Rave. Their sexual compatibility had always been off the charts, and after over a year as a couple, he completely trusted her to keep the femdom to a level that he still enjoyed.

That aside, there were perks to being the submissive for a bit. He got to remind himself how things he did felt on the other side. An inspirational process that let him think of things that would make it just that little bit ‘worse’ for his own submissives when he was back in control. Control that would be all the sweeter for having temporarily lost it.

“Thank ya, tiger,” Rave purred, kissed him on the lips and then slipped into her role. Sitting straight up on her man, like a queen on her throne, she looked around. “Y’all heard that?” she asked the harem at large. Nods all around, along with a tiny shift in the room’s attitude. The centre of attention was no longer the Gamer on the bed, it was the Lightbearer on top of the Gamer. It was an easy switch for everyone to make; after all, they loved the lead haremette almost as much as they did John. “Don’t just nod, let me hear it, who do you serve for the next hour?”

“”You, mistress,”” everyone, save Siena, answered immediately. The sadistic shadow spirit crossed her arms and gave a challenging glare.

“Don’tcha worry, Sienya,” she stopped for a moment, because of the almost embarrassing slip of her cat tongue, then moved on, “you’ll be my assistant in this. Ya can tend to the other girls while I’m busy.”

“Glad someone treasures my talents,” Siena practically moaned those words and immediately grabbed Gnome and Aclysia. Presumably, she was out for a mixture of ruining innocence and getting some minor revenge on the maid. There was always some little, mostly friendly feud going on between those two.

“John, gimme some rope,” she commanded, and the Gamer obeyed. It took a second, he had to get to the bondage equipment drawer under the desk that Jack was currently getting served at hundreds of kilometres away. Once it was handed over, it took his girlfriend only a few more moments to expertly bind his wrists together. “Good tiger,” she complimented in a sweet tone and rewarded him with a kiss. “Now, drink in what ya can.”

Her hands trailed over her curves. They started at her thighs, those legs that even a supermodel would be jealous of, long and, thanks mostly to muscles, thick enough to look and feel like something that was satisfying to grab, rather than those chicken stilts many had. Although hidden under the tight confines of yoga pants, he knew them to be silky smooth.

His eyes followed her hands up her side. He glanced at the display of caramel tanned midriff and the way the Lover’s Will mark complimented the darker skin tone. It would soon become colder and she would lose that colour, so he was adamant to enjoy the seasonal dish while he could.

Tantalizingly, her sliding fingers pulled her loose, cropped top with her for long enough to reveal centimetre by centimetre of her stomach and torso, each bit of naked skin its own tingle of eroticism. For a moment, he even saw the lace bra that cupped her breasts. It was of a dark purple colour and supported their balanced size beautifully.

Her hands stopped at her neck and she fanned her hair out. “Now, close your eyes – and don’t open them until I allow ya to.” Obeying, he soon saw only darkness. He even distanced himself as far as he could from the spirits of everyone else, to not accidentally see something through their eyes. Regardless, his girlfriend seemed unhappy and leaned down to hiss directly into his ear. “What do we do when we obey, John?”

“We confirm by saying, ‘Yes, mistress,’” the Gamer answered, having been in the reverse position often enough to easily get where this was supposed to go.

“Don’t forget it again,” she warned him and then pulled back. The fabric of her pants rubbed against his pants. She hadn’t stopped grinding against him. No matter how dominant she may have been, there were certain movements engrained into her at this point.

“Yes, mistress,” he said and kept lying there. The grinding suddenly stopped, her squishy butt rose from his midriff, but her legs remained pressed against him. Then he heard the wonderful sound of clothes tearing, getting permanently ruined for just a moment of erotic benefit. One long sound, then a short one. Then she moved. By the movement of her legs, it felt like she turned around. A suspicion that was confirmed when he felt her wet pussy lips against his cock, her descent down his shaft and the pressing of her perfect ass against his groin. ‘Already?’

“Ahhh, just good for ya that your cock is so nice and girthy,” Rave moaned. “I just needed it inside me immediately. Fuck, ya make for such a good toy. There’s no way any other man or any other tool could fill me like this.” Slowly, she rotated her hips, grinding him against different parts of her folds. There was a particular long moan, then he felt part of her weight shift onto her hands on his legs. “Ah, you’re such a good cock, I can’t even keep my balance properly. How do you like it, John? Being bound and underneath me, feeling my writhing pussy around your helpless, hard and wonderful cock?”

“It feels wonderful, mistress,” John gasped, happy to play along with this. By complimenting him all throughout, his girlfriend took the edge of his general dislike of the position. It was a much kinder version of being dominated and worked much better with his prideful character than humiliation would have. “Your tight pussy is fantastic. It’s so wet and clingy.”

“You’re making me very wet, yeah,” Rave agreed with a purr, then slowly rose up his cock, only to slam down with such intensity that the clapping sound overpowered the moans of the remaining harem. They both moaned out loud and John’s hips instinctively shot upwards to thrust into her. “Control yourself!” his girlfriend berated sharply. “You’re my toy to be used. Ya won’t move unless I tell ya to move. Keep your toned, muscular body on the sheets.”

“Yes, mistress, I’m sorry, mistress,” John apologized and steeled himself for the next impact, to not repeat his mistake.

“Good tiger,” she exclaimed and then repeated the motion, a slow rise, until little more than the head of his cock was inside her, followed by a sharp drop. Her pussy practically gushed on impact. “Do you feel it?” she asked, while rising again. Her words were interrupted with moans from every impact. “The way my pussy -ahhh- grips you each time I let you penetrate -mhm- me? How I want your obedient, pe…-fuck-… perfectly sized dick to stay inside me? Ahhh, it stretches me out from the entrance to so deep inside me. Just a little -ah- longer and it would be painful, but your size -yessss- your size is purrrrrfect.”

“Thank you, mistress,” John gasped. Her repeated, tireless impact brought him close to orgasm at a rapid pace. By the way her pussy kept spasming around him, he knew that his girlfriend had already cum quite a few times. The power of the Gamer’s cock crossing with the satisfaction of intense, short-term desires made for an ecstatic result.

“Do ya wanna see?” Rave gasped, still keeping that steady rhythm. “How my a-ah-ss keeps bouncing on you? Its s-ssss-mooth, round shape jiggles each -mhm- time I allow you inside me. Every time I sl-aaaah-am on your firm body, I can feel it spill on you for a meowment.”

“Yes, I want to see, mistress,” the Gamer answered.

“Beg for it.” The demand came immediately.

“Please, let me open my eyes and see your perfect ass, mistress,” he exclaimed and stopped there. It wasn’t the most in-depth begging, but he wasn’t willing to do much more.

“I’ll let you in three,” her hips rose, “two,” she stayed at the top for a moment, “one!”

His eyes flew open to see her perfect ass just as she plunged down. It was even more fantastic than he had imagined, and that imagination had been fuelled by a vast array of detailed memories. Tanned, round and taking the shock of the latest impact, her ass pressed against his groin. Her head flew back and she screamed at the ceiling as a sudden and intense orgasm rewarded her for her actions. The little used functionality of his pleasure-rewarding commands was that it actually worked on begging as well.

Several shivers went through her, and John had to clench his teeth to not cum inside her quivering quim. “Such a good toy,” Rave panted as she slowly calmed down. “Even when you plead for something, you can pleasure me.” She reached behind herself, slapped her own ass and then pulled the left cheek to the side to give John even more to look at. “Ya would love to slap this ass, wouldn’t ya, tiger?”

“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you later,” he broke character for a moment, unable to keep his true feelings from spilling out. Her butt and her perverted behaviour was just too enticing to keep anything hidden.

Rave only smiled broader because of that. That moment of honesty was, in a way, truer subjugation than anything else in the last few minutes. After all, he was still bound and under her, unable to act on his wishes. “Later, not now,” she teased and slowly rotated her hips. Even the shadows that played over her lower back were hellishly attractive. “Do you want to cum, tiger?”

“Yes, mistress,” he answered, slipping back into his role.

“Do you need to cum? Did looking at my ass perhaps put you right up to the edge and now you’re holding back, because you know better than to disappoint me?”

“Yesssssss,” he hissed through clenched teeth, forgetting the honorific due to the sheer amount of effort involved in holding back his badly needed release. “Please, let me cum!” he pleaded.

“Where do you want to cum?” Rave asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was just drawing this out to make it that little bit more torturous for him. “My pussy? My ass? My tits? If ya beg long enough, I might let you finish on my face. Let your thick, hot cum spurt all over me.”

“Your pussy!” he almost screamed at this point. “Let me cum inside your pussy, please!”

“Just one,” she raised her hips, “more,” she stayed at the top for one second, “plunge! Cum!”

She slammed down on him and he was unable to keep control of himself. He thrust up into her, his cock penetrating as deeply as it could, and his cum shot into her with desperate intensity. Every tensing of his shaft and balls came along a series of white lightning in his field of view. Rave shouted as his seed pumping into her womb caused one more orgasm to wash over her. Their lustful vocalizations intertwined and John felt the absolute relief, before he slowly collapsed into the bed.

“Whew,” Rave let out a quick exhale. “Alright, good warm-up.” She rolled her shoulders and her hips, continuing to ride him to milk the last few drops from him, before getting up.