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Chapter 22 : Secondhand Knowledge / Evening Pancakes

After some deliberation Karl-Heinz learns that everyone in his harem wants to ride the magic stick that causes the biggest swellings possible and is the hottest thing on the front right after a lasting peace deal and demilitarization. So it was planned and implemented that every member was given a chance of there own milking session to also receive the biggest bump increase them self's, but as he is a complicated complex butterfly of many layers of mental fuckery, the plan is currently on hold and being reworked.

So now he is grouped up with the 3 , as it is suspected that 3 women is enough to tire him out to a point of non continuation or until there is no more juice to squeeze left in him, of his wifes that just happened to have been “neglected” thus far.

So now he was staring down an Erumenta, a Tret and Laka. To really disappoint any lolly, flat chest or child like body enthusiast in Karl, they ALL had the perfect comical hourglass body type with features wider than there torso. Lucky for Karl, that was the kind of body type he liked in a partner.

He wouldn´t be picky, given the desperation of his lonely years and would have taken any at least half descent woman that could slur two words of consent together and was barely not frail enough to die of off the stress of a good fucking. But he never even managed to meet the desperate counter part of the opposite gender of his.

Looking back at what he had now in this weird game of his, this was for the better or he would have done some stupid white knight thing and not have had willing sex with any of them, stranding him alone in the waist-land until some stray stroke of bad luck or hunger ended his misery. It could have also ended him up as a sex slave, he had no illusions about who would win in a straight up fight if he ever faced of against Tris on muscle alone.

Either way, he was here, felt semi ok and it seems that his wifes deemed it time for a milking. This soothed him just fine with how often he would usually spill lube on his own toys in all that pc fun time he had had at hand.

The Erumenta before him is a shadow Erumenta, this meant that without even trying she had a goth appeal to her, her skin was white, her hair raven black and her body surrounded in an ever present outline of darkness. Not much darkness, like a black hole, but more that she gave herself a constant contrast of her white skin to her surrounding background. Her breast were only E cups, putting them on the smaller end of what is jiggling around in this world, as far as Karl-Heinz has seen. Yet her hips were still child bearing and her features joyful and energetic, even though they had some crow feet and wrinkles starting to form of old age.

There mandatory trench coat uniform killed the aesthetic of a goth, and the patch nature of her clothes made it seem as that she had deserted the active fighting front for longer than most. The remaining patterns of her clothes also betrayed that her original allegiance where of the other nation of this red vs blue fight.

Sarsa got this good under control so Karl just ignored that detail, just like everyone else around him did so far.

Compared to all the furry or alien fetish fuck bait Karl-Heinz had meet or seen until now, the yet to be fucked Tret seemed down right boring. As if following a cliché check list for world war 1 trench-line porn, she was covered in a most likely scavenged trench-coat, had long straight brown hair, her body shape was closer to human standards with only big d cup breasts, which failed to fill the front of her clothes.

She was overall young looking and eager to start, given that her pants was already on the floor and will soon be joined by her other clothes. As she exposes her belly and chest, Karl could see ribs showing and her hips were wide but with much less ass than the other girls had so far.

Filling this oddity under “not my problem for now”, Karl´s gaze went back upwards and enjoyed her full lips and sapphire blue eyes. She was smiling without showing her teeth but with as much enthusiasm as she could give.

Karl was then pulled out of his ogling activity by a row of furry breasts enveloping his head in a side hug, whilst two over eager hands undid his simplistic pants and let them fall half way to the floor. The other half of the way the pants were dragged off of him with a furry foot paw holding them down and two strong arms lifting him up.

Before his brain could reengage in taking action or even a proper reaction, he was again dumped on his bed like a sack of potatoes. He did find it a bit funny that the last few times he ended up on his bed was by other beings hands and not his own, maybe a tradition was forming here.

But this time Laka was looming over him instead of him lounging on top of her. So no tradition was set in stone just yet.

But the furry orbs of mammal attraction did manage to get his stick stone hard rather fast. It was a bit odd to Karl-Heinz that he could go so often each day without ending up going dry from the lack of swimmers to give, out milking his production capability so to speak. Yet here he was about to be milked again and it seemed that they would get the liquid they desired in and maybe on them.

Laka for her part focused on getting her care-taking charge hard and inside of herself, starting by gently and slowly rocking back and forth, letting her stiff nipples rub over Karl´s still dressed belly and chest, cursing herself for not waiting that little bit longer to get him fully nude.

Her Vagina was dripping in need and even though the skin contact was reduced, she still reached her desired effect.

Not being able to see past her breasts to line up the pole-dive, she lowered herself a bit further, letting her orbs sag down onto his torso as she searched the penis with her vaginal lips and lightly ruffled his shirt with the slight dragging of the boobs on him.

To her rescue came newly nicknamed Goth waifu the shadow Erumenta, slapping Laka´s ass and grabbing then aiming Karl´s dick. “Get on with it already we also want our turn before he falls asleep or has a session again.”

Laka yipped, tried to protest the comment made, but was cut of by her own involuntary moan of sexual bliss as the void inside of her was filled for the first time with a flesh and blood penis. She was then hit by a strong wave of lust unknown to Laka as the pre cum at the tip of the spear worked its biochemical pheromone magic on the Lopen´s neural system.

Needing no other input or further prompting the large woman went to work. Her hips hammering away at his groin at unsustainable speeds as the first time having sex with a human hits her way to hard for her to control or restrict herself.

Laka´s mind was only able to think about the primal need of fucking as hard as possible, her sole focus on the penis in her and the warm body below her. Her breast laying heavy on Karl as she was laying her chest on him while her hips and legs worked away like a vibrator plate compactor, trying and somewhat succeeding in paving this road forward.

Karl was having a less ideal time, his hips were aching from the heavy fast slams of Laka, he was unable to see or properly breathe or call for help with the smothering breasts in his face. Yet the howling of a rutting bitch were still easy to make out and make his ears ring a bit from the volume and close proximity.

Karl also had a bad time, as even though he could swear having felt Laka orgasm twice in quick succession, but he might be wrong on that one, he had not cum yet and the discomfort he was feeling aided in his this time involuntary use of the blue balls orgasm denial skill.

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He tried slapping Laka´s flank with his semi free arms, which lead them to be captured and guided into wet holes that added there moans to the choir when he tried to pull them free and unintentionally giving them what they wanted.

Something somewhere also found it funny in trying to tickle him. He was numb enough to not really start to giggle uncontrolled, yet he still could feel it and be distracted by it.

Meanwhile Laka was blissfully zoned out, the subconscious use of axiom boosted her stamina and strength enough to continue the usually unsustainable movements of her hips, but she neither noticed nore cared about that detail all she registered in her mind was the constant hard rubbing over her very sensitive and oil slick well lubed inner walls.

The penis wasn´t hitting any special right spaces, it was hitting all the spaces at random and it was hot in heat and she could feel it dripping precum and it was pulsating with its own heartbeat and a million other details that made it feel just right to make her feel lust in its purest form.

Nothing else mattered in that moment to her. She was happy and she would rear his puppy's.

Then she felt an even bigger spike in her lust that she didn´t think was possible, it fired of a new wave of an orgasm, no plural, orgasms ! They were being triggered by a torrent of cum being shot into her and smeared everywhere, until she managed to slam him as deep as she could into herself to get as much of the load as deep as she could.

Being firmly seated on her throne her internal muscles went to work and milked as much out of the penis as they could manage. The pure feeling of bliss was all enveloping Laka, she started to contently rumble and instinctively hug Karl-Heinz against herself and half way into her cleavages.

Laka did do a lot of panting from that exhausting workout session, but got pulled out of her dreamy mindset by a group of hands rolling her on her side. As she was still hugging Karl, he came along for the ride and again was laying atop Laka´s chest, just this time faced downwards into the valley.

So the eager work of wet hands to get there fun into a functional position started. Mama dog Laka was holding Karl in a bear hug and still not fully down from her trip, whilst the other two normal sized women tried to free him from Laka or to get him facing upwards again.

They did manage to get him partially freed rather fast, Karl was helping as he to wanted too be able to see and breathe freely again. It still took them rather long to free him the rest of the way, as halfway turned his shoulder and flank fell into the mammarian valley and wedged itself stuck there with a reshuffling of the bear hug.

Once Laka was down of her high completely, Karl was easily freed the rest of the way. Karl then elected to voice is request and opinion. “Can I for one do the fucking ? It is nice to just lay back and get ridden like a price pony, but I also got muscles to use.”

As answer he got questioning, confused looks of what a pony is, but the actual voicing of the question got suppressed from the still existing pressing need of the yet unfucked women. Instead he got a nod and sexy poses to better show of there, by now naked, body´s with very moist groins, to be selected for round two.

Finding both women equally enough attractive that it didn´t matter to him which one he would poke first, Karl did a mental almost coin-flip and went to point a finger at the smaller than usual breasted Tret.

This caused her to do a small jump of joy, making her assets jiggle enticingly in the motion whilst goth Erumenta nodded and then took a step back, somehow also slightly fading out of the light of the room whilst Karl and the Tret got themselves situated.

Not having any real plan or understanding of how sex with a man works, Karl managed to get them both into the doggy style position , after a short explanation and Laka´s unrequested aid in demonstrating the female position of the maneuver and the many apparent benefits.

Laka´s droning stopped the moment the uncontrolled moaning of the Tret started.

Karl was taking it slow for once and that meant a slow insertion, gently easing his now again hard dick into the warm wet welcoming folds of the woman before him, making her mind flood with all the pleasure and lust that get sparked by such a intimate touch. Being able to take it slow also gave Karl the chance to better enjoy the act himself, not being overrun by orgasmic feeling. Instead letting the pleasure ramp up over time slowly.

As Karl was about to speed up again, the audience decided that just watching was to boring. So he got surprised by a pair of lips nibbling on his nipples, which felt odd and not at all sexy, and a tongue caressing his balls, which felt arousing.

Not being submerged in breasts or being grinded into a fine dust starting at his pelvis, helped Karl to stay calm in this situation, so he gently pushed Laka´s head away from his nipples with a “Most men don´t get pleasure from there nipples”. Then he used his cleaning magic on himself as he didn´t want his ball duty woman to choke on his maybe sweaty hair down there.

Both of his actions got him a weird frustrated groaning and revenge plans as Laka then pushed her nipples into Karl´s mouth, whilst the balls went from being licked to being grabbed and fondled.

Feeling that further arguing is pointless and that his mouth is blocked from doing so, Karl instead speeds up the pace of his trusts, slamming home harder and faster, hands on her hips to not send her slowly scooting over and off the bed.

His current choice of partner enjoyed this change of pace immensely, enough in fact to shudder internally and drip liquids down on the girl on balls duty. Nipples duty Laka was moaning and rubbing herself into a frenzy as Karl was doing his best to get actual milk out of the orbs trust into his face. Erumenta goth woman below them was having a hard time of gently playing with the balls as they were now moving so fast and instead hung on with one hand which then squeezed and thuged on the precious jewels.

The emotions were steadily rising within Karl-Heinz again, the attention the other women were giving him also stroked his ego in pleasant ways.

He was in control !

Somewhat at least.

He had a harem of waifus!

Which clung to the only man they have ever seen like a piece of drift wood in a shipwreck scenario at open seas.

He could do what ever he imagined !

He was limited by the fact that he needed to know first how a working version of what he wanted looked or worked like.

He could fuck daily without porn as the women were porn stars !

That did it and he grunted a deep and long breath as his balls pulled tight and even were aided by a lucky timed squeeze, shooting a big load of spunk deep into the only half conscious again orgasming woman, who was now being half held in position by Laka.

A thick river of liquids flew down from her vagina and into the eager mouth of Balls waifu, who licked that ambrosia up and tried to clean the source dry, making both fuckers shudder in a bit of orgasmic afterglow.

“That was impressive dear” Laka commented with wide eyes as she gently laid the pleased Tret down to the side and out of the way, whilst she was still shuddering in more waves of pleasure running thru her.

Not feeling horny anymore, Karl-Heinz penis decided that his duty was done and went limp rather quickly.

This offended the last partner in the room to such an extend that this was declared a drastic situation, demanding drastic measures to resolve it.

Not noticing the sheer will of female need manifesting in the axiom next to him, as Karl most often just doesn´t notice most social cues happening in front of him, he also misses the slighted spooked look Laka gets on her face, as she notices the strong pull in the Axiom towards that Erumenta.

As Karl tries to lay down to get some shut eye, a notification annoys him.

Warning!

Status Effect Detected!

Buff “Everlasting steel” gained.

Not knowing what that effect and message is supposed to mean and not having the time to figure it out as suddenly a vacuum effect, comparable to what Sarsa had managed to do in his last conscious orgy, which could make the vacuum of space blush, appeared on his penis.

The Goth lady was out for meat and the only sausage in town was reinflated in record time from the sheer force of Axiom will and actions manifested from the bodily needs of this woman.

Blowjobs were much harder to do on someone laying on his side, so Karl got flipped over on his back again and not long after, seeing the opportunity, Laka was on him again, only this time on his face and the Erumenta on his rock hard penis.

Again playing pleasure mattress for the overeager thirsting crowd, Karl did what was expected of him, his enchanted dick stiff as a uncooked noodle and his tongue imitating a cat´s tongue drinking. He didn´t even need to lift his neck and risk straining a muscle or develop a migraine neck, like phone addicts do, as Laka gracefully, as graceful as restricted bluntness could be, had his head pressed against her vagina fold with one hand, whilst the other was very busy playing with her own breasts and nipples.

The now no longer virgin Goth Lady was in the meantime focused on squeezing the last little bit of juice one could still extract from the two very taxed balls via the extraction tube. The method of choice was subconscious internal pipe crushing paired with otto engine crank like hip and torso movements. Going up and down paired by a back and forward movement that steadily changed the angle of vagina hole, penis tube and rubbed sensitive excessively lubed skin.

Being on his third go in oh to few minutes for any much recovery to occur, Karl was being rather taxed. His mind was willing, mostly at least, but his flesh was reaching limits and was starting to strain under the load. Not that anything aside from his penis and hearth was stressed at the moment, but a round four would be too much of a good thing and have negative consequences for him and his partner.

That didn´t matter to goth waifu or to Laka or to Tret woman who stole away his hand and played with the semi responsive appendage, after she had managed to recover again.

Karl didn´t get to let his mind wander in his head this time though. Yes his partners were virgins to sex with a man, but they did manage to keep there heads on straighter than most of his partners so far and managed to change things up here and there for him.

Laka wasn´t just choking him in pussy juices, her nipples were also busy choking him again too here and there after orgasms.

Tret woman wasn´t using the hand just to finger her own clitoris, it got treated like that favorite vibro egg she never had and rubbed against nipples, in between breasts and got sucked on and licked too.

Goth girl wasn´t just fucking away like a self lubing power hammer, she switched holes , facing directions, mostly to try what works best, and even gave blow and boob jobs once her legs gave way to exhaustion after to many piston pumps for a break.

But the creampie was the goal and that was the position she hastily switched over to once she felt him starting to groan and his balls starting to twitch and pump. She sadly wasn´t fast enough to get all of the first shot, but she did manage to get the dribbling follow up squirt deep into her hole, marking herself as a proper wife and part of his Harem.