Chapter 9: Krivian Hospitality
The sun was about halfway through its descent in the sky as John approached the center of Krivian. The inn sat just back from the town square, where people had gathered to set up for a party. A few people wore aprons or toolbelts, but otherwise they were all still naked.
Despite having just given Thora what she wanted in the smithy, John felt his cock stirring again. The sight of so many beautiful, naked women mixed with the primal, raw atmosphere made him feel alive and almost feral.
It seemed to John like seeing breasts bouncing, hips swaying, and dicks swinging everywhere should have stopped being expressly sexual after a while, but he wasn't there yet. He still felt arousal everywhere he looked. He wondered for a moment if whatever took his memories was also somehow making him continuously horny. Those thoughts fled his mind as soon as Ember saw him approaching and called out to him.
"John!" Ember waved him over to where she was standing with a small group of people, all about the same age as her.
They were all laughing and joking, and John couldn't help but notice that they were all completely naked as well.
"John, come join us!" Ember called out, her voice bright and cheerful. "We're getting ready for the party tonight."
John walked over to the group, a smile on his face. He had already grown fond of Ember's cheerful and friendly demeanor. "Hey, Ember," he said. "What's all this for?"
Ember threw her arms around him in a tight hug. "We're having a party! The whole town is invited. It's been a while since we had a proper celebration," Ember said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
John smiled and looked around at the group. There were about a half dozen people, all young and energetic, already laughing and joking with each other. He recognized a few faces from the inn, including Cicely, the adventurous girl with the auburn hair.
"What kind of party is it?" John asked, his eyes scanning the group.
Cicely stepped forward, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's a harvest festival, but this year we're adding a little twist," she said. "We're having a competition."
John raised an eyebrow. "A competition? What kind?"
Cicely grinned wickedly. "A sexual competition. Whoever can satisfy the most people by the end of the night wins."
John chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "And who decided on this twist?"
Cicely shrugged. "It was a group effort. We all thought it would be fun."
John looked around the group, seeing the excited grins on their faces. He couldn't help but smile back at them.
"Alright, what do I need to do to join in on this competition?"
Cicely stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his. "It looks to me like you already brought everything you need." Her eyes flicked down to his semi-hard cock before returning to his face with a wicked grin.
John felt his cock twitch at her blatant stare. "Oh, I see," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "So, how does this work? Do I just go around and..." his voice trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.
Cicely laughed and nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. You can approach people, they can approach you, or we can pair you up. The goal is to have as much sex as possible with as many different people as possible. It just has to be someone who's participating in the contest and agrees to have sex with you. I don't think that last part will be a problem for you." Cicely stepped closer, so that John's cock brushed against her leg.
"I guess the goal here is to be quick, but also to...you know, satisfy everyone?" John asked.
Cicely chuckled, nodding. "Exactly. It's all about balance. We want everyone to have a good time, and that means both quality and quantity." She winked at him, then looked around at the group, which had grown to eight people — five women and three men. "You probably don't know everybody here," she said. "You know me, obviously, and you know Ember." She pointed to a woman with dark blonde hair pulled into several buns on the top of her head. She was skinny with small breasts, and she wore nothing but a rather gaudy necklace made of various large objects. "This is Hilda," Cicely continued, "she's our local jewelry maker. She can make some really beautiful pieces." Hilda waved shyly at John, who nodded back in greeting.
Cicely pointed to a tall, muscular man with curly black hair and a small hoop earring in his left ear. "And this is Gael, he's the town's baker. He has a special touch with the dough." Gael grinned at John and gave him a thumbs-up.
Next, Cicely pointed to a woman with short red hair and fair skin. She had a thin, lithe body and was wearing a black choker around her neck.
"This is Morgaine. She's a weaver, and she makes some of the nicest rugs and blankets in town." Morgaine gave John a slow, sultry smile, her hazel eyes locked onto his.
John smiled back, already feeling a connection with this woman who seemed to be both quiet and intense. "It's nice to meet you," he said.
"And this... well, you've already met Fawn, I'm sure," Cicely said, gesturing to the barmaid, who was standing off to the side, watching the group with a slightly amused expression. Fawn winked at John and blew him a kiss.
"Hey John," she said in a flirty voice.
"Hey Fawn," he called back just as flirtatiously.
"I have to get back to work, but I just thought I'd say hi," Fawn said as she sauntered back into the inn, her breasts bouncing as she went.
"Oooh, I just love her," Hilda said, her eyes wide with admiration. "She's so cute and perky."
Cicely rolled her eyes. "Hilda, you say that about every woman you see."
Hilda giggled and shrugged. "I can't help it. I just love them all."
"Don't we know it, Hilda," Cicely said with a laugh. "Anyway, let's get back to the introductions." Cicely pointed to a man with long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest. His biceps were evident from the way he stood. "This sour-looking guy is Ivor. He's a farmer, and he grows the best corn in town." Ivor grunted at John, giving him a brief nod in acknowledgment.
Next, Cicely said, pointing to a woman with long, wavy hair that was somewhere between brown and black. She had blue eyes that almost looked white, long lashes, and a heart-shaped face with firm cheekbones.
Her skin was a deep olive color, and her full lips were naturally a dark shade of red. John couldn't help but stare, feeling a strong, immediate attraction to her.
"This is Bellista," Cicely, said, "and she's new in town." Bellista smiled at John, her eyes scanning his body appreciatively. John felt a shiver run down his spine as their eyes met, and he couldn't help but feel a strong connection with her, too.
"Hi, Bellista," John said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "It's nice to meet you."
Bellista's smile widened, and she took a step closer to him. "It's nice to meet you too, John," she said, her voice smooth and sultry. "I hope I can get to know you better soon."
Another woman interjected to introduce herself. She was medium height with shoulder-length blonde hair framing an adorable face with blue eyes and full lips. Her most noticeable features, however, were her large, round breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She was beautiful and had a playful, energetic aura about her.
"Hi, I'm Joelle," she said, grinning at John. "I'm new here too. I'm a baker, just like Gael, but I specialize in pastries. I have a stall set up in the town square if you want to check it out later."
John nodded, smiling at her. "It's nice to meet you, Joelle. I'm sure I'll find my way to your stall later."
Joelle winked at him and walked over to where Ember and Cicely were standing. She slipped her arm around Ember's waist and gave Cicely a playful shove.
Cicely laughed and pushed her back. "Ok, ok. Who haven't I introduced?" She scanned the group. "Ah yes, the quiet guy over there." She pointed to a skinny man with a mop of dark hair on his head. He was tall, but he stood slightly hunched over, as if he was trying to make himself smaller or less noticeable. John thought this was strange, because it didn't look like he had anything to be in secure about. He had an enormous cock, for one thing, and he was by no means ugly. In fact, he would probably be quite good-looking if he combed his hair. Cicely introduced him, "This is Silas, he's a... well, I'm not really sure what he does. He's new in town, and he keeps to himself mostly."
Silas looked up at John with a shy smile. "Hi," he said softly.
John nodded and smiled back, "Hi, Silas. Nice to meet you."
The last person in the group jumped forward to introduce herself. She had an effortless friendliness that complemented her beauty. She had medium-length curly hair that was somewhere between brown and blonde, and her big, warm eyes were a bright shade of green. "I'm Serana," she said, her voice lilting with a musical accent. "I've seen you around town, John. I'm glad you could make it to the party."
John nodded, his eyes taking in her flawless skin, large breasts, and full lips. He also noticed the tattoo of a snake that wound its way around her left arm from the wrist to the shoulder. "It's nice to meet you, Serana," he said. "I'm glad I could make it too."
The group resumed the conversations that had been occurring when John arrived. He tried to keep up, but many of these people had known each other for years. Still, everyone tried to include John in whatever they were discussing.
John couldn't help but notice Morgaine, Bellista, Joelle, and Serana all looking at him quite a bit. Not just him, either. They all kept casting their eyes down at his semi-hard member.
He could see they all wanted him, and he had to admit, he was just as eager. He was already looking forward to the competition.
"So, how does one go about...winning?"
Cicely clapped her hands together and grinned. "It's simple, really. The person who has sex with the most people by the end of the night wins."
"Does it have to be..." His voice trailed off, and he mimicked the act of a penis going into a vagina with his hands.
Morgaine, who was sitting nearby, giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.
Cicely nodded. "Yes, that's right. And it doesn't just have to be vaginal sex. Oral, anal, handjobs, blowjobs...all of it counts. And the more creative you get, the more points you'll earn. For example, if you can make someone orgasm just by touching them, that's worth extra points." "That sounds...interesting. So, how do we keep track of all of this?"
Ember giggled and held up a small notebook and a pencil.
"We'll keep track of everything in this little book. Each of us who is participating in the contest will have our own page, and we'll write down the names of the people we pleasure and how we pleasured them. That way, we can keep count and determine who the winner is by the end of the night."
"And what's the prize for the winner?"
Gael, the baker, chimed in, "The winner gets bragging rights for the next year, and everyone else has to do their chores for them for a week."
John chuckled. "It's definitely something to brag about," he said. "Who won last year?"
Cicely smiled. "It's someone you know," she said.
"Was it you?" John asked.
Cicely laughed and shook her head, "No, not me. I'm too competitive, I need to win this year!"
"Well, who was it?" John pressed.
Cicely looked around the group, a mischievous grin on her face. "Alright, I'll tell you, but it would be more fun if you guessed. It was Fawn." "Fawn won? I'll admit, I'm surprised."
"Don't be," Serana chimed in. "Fawn is very... enthusiastic. She has a lot of stamina, and she loves to please people. It's no wonder she won."
John spotted Fawn emerging from the inn, carrying a tray of drinks. She caught his eye and winked, then turned and handed the tray to a nearby group.
"You're right," John said. "She's very enthusiastic. How many, um..." John glanced around, unsure of how to phrase his question, "How many people did she, you know, satisfy?"
Cicely laughed. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but it was a lot. Maybe 12? More than any of us expected. She really put in the effort."
Serana nodded in agreement. "That's one competitive barmaid we have there."
John let out a low whistle. "Twelve? That's impressive. I'm starting to see why winning this competition means so much."
Gael clapped John on the back. "Don't worry, John. You'll do fine."
"Thanks," John said. "Even if I don't win, it kind of seems like everybody wins in a contest like this."
Gael laughed. "That's a good point."
"We all get to enjoy ourselves, and that's what matters most," Bellista said. She leaned against a nearby tree, her arms crossed under her breasts, accentuating her curves.
John couldn't help but admire her confident and sensual presence. She caught him looking and offered him a slow, sultry smile.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself already," she said, her voice a husky purr.
John chuckled and looked away, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. "I suppose I am," he admitted. "This is all very... new to me."
Bellista stepped closer to him, her hips swaying gently as she walked.
She reached out and took his hand, placing it on her breast. John felt her nipple harden under his touch, and he could feel his own cock growing harder still.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Bellista said, her voice a soft moan. "I think we should get to know each other better, don't you?"
John looked into Bellista's eyes, seeing the desire and hunger that was reflected back at him. He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I'd like that," he said.
Bellista leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'll find you as soon as the contest starts." She walked away, swaying her hips with every step.
As John watched her leave, he felt someone pressing against his other shoulder. He turned to see Joelle there. She was leaning against him so that his shoulder was between her breasts. "You seem to be getting a lot of attention today," she said playfully.
"I guess it's not every day a new guy comes to town," he said, trying to keep his voice casual.
Joelle looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. "True. But you're not just any new guy, are you? You're John, the man who can't remember his past." She trailed a finger down his chest. "What do you remember, John?"
"Nothing from before a few days ago," he admitted. "But I'm trying to piece it together. There are things I know how to do, that I must have known from whoever I was before this."
Joelle nodded. "It must be tough. But I have to admit, some of those things you know how to do seem to be working out well for us." She had trailed her finger all the way down his chest, and now it hovered over his mostly-erect cock.
"I guess they are," John said, feeling a rush of arousal at Joelle's touch. "I'm glad I can do something right."
Joelle laughed, a light, musical sound. "Oh, you can do a lot of things right, John. I've seen that already." She wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a slow stroke. "I think we could have a lot of fun together, don't you?"
John looked down at Joelle, her eyes locked onto his as she stroked him. He couldn't help but nod, a grin spreading across his face.
"I think we could, yes."
Joelle's smile widened, and she let go of his cock, letting one finger brush the tip and collect a few drops of precum. She brought her finger to her lips and sucked on it, her eyes never leaving his. "Mmmm, you taste good, John."
John felt a surge of arousal at the sight. "Thank you, Joelle. You really know how to make a man feel good."
Joelle laughed and leaned into him, pushing her breasts against his chest. She looked up into his eyes and said, "I hope I can make you feel even better later."
John smiled down at her. "I have no doubt you will."
Just then, Ember's voice cut through the air, loud and clear.
"Alright, everyone, listen up! The contest is about to start. Remember, the goal is to have as much sex as possible with as many different people as possible. Be creative, have fun, and most importantly, make sure everyone has a good time!"
John felt a thrill of excitement and anticipation. He looked around at the group, seeing the same excitement mirrored on their faces.
"And remember," Ember continued, "consent is key. If someone doesn't want to participate, or if they change their mind at any point, respect that. If you don't, you're out, and I don't just mean out of the contest." Ember's voice held a seriousness that belied her otherwise cheerful demeanor. She looked around the group, ensuring that everyone was listening. "Now, let's have a fun and safe night. Ready, set, go!"
With that, the group erupted into cheers and laughter, and the party officially began. John felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. He had never been in a situation like this before, but he was eager to jump in and give it his best shot. He looked around and saw that many people were already pairing off, some heading into the inn and others finding secluded spots around the town square. Other people were either taking it slow or not participating in the contest.
John felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Bellista standing there, a sultry smile on her face.
"Ready to get started, John?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
John smiled back at her. "I thought you'd never ask."
Bellista took his hand and led him away from the crowd, towards a quiet spot behind the inn. As they walked, John could feel the anticipation building inside him. He had no idea what he was getting into, but he was excited to find out.
They stopped behind a large oak tree, and Bellista turned to face him.
She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs gently stroking his cheeks.
"You're so handsome," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been watching you, and I can't wait to have you inside me."
John felt a surge of desire course through his veins. He took one of her hands, pressing it against his cock. Bellista let out a soft moan and rubbed him slowly, her other hand moving to the back of his neck as she pulled him in for a kiss. He slid a hand between her legs , feeling the heat and wetness already building there. She gasped into his mouth as he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb finding her clit and beginning to rub in slow circles.
"God, you feel so good," she whispered, her breath coming in quick gasps. "I want more."
She took several steps back until she reached a bench. She turned John around and guided him to sit down. She straddled him and slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch until he was fully inside her. John groaned at the sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. He grabbed her hips and helped her move in a slow, steady rhythm.
Bellista closed her eyes and threw her head back, her long, wavy hair cascading down her back. "That's it," she moaned. "Just like that."
John could feel the tension building in his body as he thrust up to meet her movements. He wanted to make this last, but he also wanted to make her come. He kept his movements slow and steady, wanting to savor the moment. He pressed a thumb against her clit, feeling it swell under his touch. Her breath came in quick gasps now, her hips moving faster. He could feel her muscles tensing, her body preparing for release.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. "Please, don't stop."
He gave her a reassuring nod, even though she couldn't see it. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He picked up the pace, his hips meeting hers with a louder, wet slapping sound. She was so close, he could feel it.
Her breath grew shorter, her movements faster and more urgent. He knew she was on the edge, and he wanted to push her over. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it as he continued to thrust into her.
She let out a low cry, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down on him, milking his cock as she came. He groaned, feeling her pulse around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He came with a deep groan, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her.
Bellista cried out again, her body convulsing against his as another orgasm hit her. She collapsed against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
John wrapped his arms around her and held her close, feeling her heart race against his chest. They stayed like that for several minutes, their bodies entwined as they came down from their shared high.
Finally, Bellista pushed herself up and looked down at John, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was incredible," she said, her voice still breathless. "You're amazing, John."
John smiled up at her. "You're quite amazing too," he said.
"I'm glad I could please you."
Bellista offered him a slow, sultry smile. "There's so much more I want to do with you, but for tonight, there's a contest to win."
John felt a surge of excitement. "I'm looking forward to whatever you have planned for me."
Bellista leaned down and kissed him deeply, her body pressing against his. She reached down and stroked his still-hard cock. "I can't wait to feel this inside me again."
John groaned and thrust his hips up, grinding against her. "Soon," he promised.
Bellista pulled away with a playful giggle. "Soon, but not yet. Let's go." She led him back to the town square,
Gael was standing under one of the lanterns. By the look of him, he already had at least one name on his sheet. Bellista grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back towards the same tree where she and John had just been intimate.
John grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil from the table where Ember had announced the start of the contest. He wrote Bellista's name on the first line. Beside it, he wrote down 'vaginal, mutual orgasm' and added a quick note about how many times each person came. As he wrote, he felt a strange mix of satisfaction and excitement. There was something thrilling about keeping a record of his sexual encounters.
John glanced around the square and saw other pairs already forming. He spotted Hilda and Cicely walking hand-in-hand towards the inn, giggling and whispering to each other. He made a mental note to find them later.
He felt skin against his shoulder, and by now it felt familiar. "Joelle?" he asked without looking.
Joelle laughed. "I have unmistakable tits, don't I?" she said.
John turned to face her. She didn't move, so turning around put her breasts directly against his chest. "They are quite hard to miss, aren't they?" he said as she pushed herself more firmly against him.
Joelle's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Noted. So, did you enjoy your time with Bellista?"
John felt a slight flush in his cheeks. "I did. She's... intense."
"That's one way to describe her. I just saw her going off with Gael. He was my first tonight. You're going to be my second." With that, she grabbed his member. John was surprised to feel it already getting hard again. She gave him a playful grin and began stroking him, her eyes locked onto his. "I can't wait to do things with you that Bellista never did," she said, her voice a sultry purr.
"I'm sure you will," John replied, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You seem like you know what you're doing."
Joelle laughed and shrugged. "I've had a lot of practice. And I always aim to please."
John chuckled. He put his arms around her and grabbed her ass. Joelle let out a breathy sigh and squeezed his cock. "It looks like you're ready for your next round," she said. "Follow me." Joelle took John's hand and led him towards the inn. Before they entered, she turned to him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "I thought about you while I was with Gael. I imagined it was your cock inside me, your hands on my breasts." She reached up and squeezed her own breasts, her breathing becoming heavier. "I wanted it to be you."
John felt a surge of excitement and desire at her words. He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her close. He kissed her deeply, his hand cupping her ass and pulling her against him. He could feel her breathing quicken, her body pressing against his.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming over his chest, his arms, his back. He moved his hand from her ass to her breast, squeezing and caressing as she ground against him.
"I want you now," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "I want to feel your cock inside me."
John could feel the heat building between them, the air growing thick with desire. He broke their kiss and looked down at her, her eyes locked onto his, her lips swollen from their kiss.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, his voice low and rough with need.
"Fuck me right here, against the wall of the inn," she said, throwing a leg around his waist.
"I want everyone to see."
John looked around, taking in the growing crowd that was already beginning to gather around the square. The idea of being watched, of being seen, sent a thrill of excitement through him.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Joelle nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes, I'm sure. I want everyone to see how good you make me feel."
John lifted her up against the wall. She stretched her other leg around his waist. His cock slipped into her with ease, her wetness making it glide inside her effortlessly. She groaned as he began to thrust into her, her back pressing against the rough wood of the inn's wall.
"That's right," she whispered. "Fuck me, John. Make me come like you did with Bellista."
John felt a surge of adrenaline. The idea of fucking her against the wall of the inn while people watched was both exciting and nerve-wracking. He thrust into her harder, feeling her legs tighten around him. He could see people in the square watching them, their eyes locked onto their bodies as they moved together.
He heard whispers and soft moans coming from the crowd, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of all these people watching him fuck Joelle.
He thrust into her harder, his hands gripping her ass as he held her against the wall and fucked her with his cock. Joelle let out a gasp, her eyes locked onto his. "That's it, John. Fuck me harder. Make me come."
John picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with each thrust. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her breath coming in quick gasps. He could tell she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge.
Joelle let out a low cry, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her. John groaned, feeling her pulse around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
She lowered one of her legs and pulled away from him. He pulled his cock, which was ready to burst, out of her pussy. She dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth, using her lips, tongue, and hands to finish the job.
John let out a deep groan as he came, his orgasm intense and powerful. Joelle swallowed every last drop, then stood back up and licked her lips.
"That was amazing, John," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "I can't wait to do more with you soon."
John smiled and pulled her into a tight hug. "I can't wait either," he said.
They parted ways, Joelle to find her next partner and John to write down their encounter in the notebook. He added Joelle's name to his list and a description of what they had done.
Satisfied, he looked up from his notebook and scanned the crowd again. He spotted Cicely and Hilda sitting together on a bench near the inn, deep in conversation. As he started to make his way towards them, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He turned to see Fawn, who was still carrying a tray of drinks. "Hey, John," she said with a flirty smile. "I thought you might want a refill." She held out the tray, which was filled with filled mugs of beer.
John grinned and took a mug from the tray. "Thanks, Fawn. Are you not...participating tonight?" he asked.
Fawn chuckled and winked at him. "Oh, honey, I'm always participating. But right now, I'm playing hostess. Someone's got to keep everyone hydrated and happy, right?"
John took a sip of his beer, nodding in agreement. "That's true. But you can't blame me for hoping you'd be involved in the contest."
Fawn leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I'll be involved. Don't worry, I'll find you." She winked at him again and resumed serving drinks.
As she walked away, John turned back to the crowd and saw that many people were already deeply engaged in various acts of intimacy. He spotted Hilda and Cicely again, but they seemed deep in conversation. It didn't seem right to interrupt them. Plus, the sense he got from Hilda was that men were not what she preferred, although he could be wrong. He kept looking around.
Soon, a red-haired beauty entered his view. Morgaine saw him and rushed towards him. Her hair bounced as she ran, and the muscles on her slender legs stood out.
John couldn't help but admire her powerful, graceful form as she approached him. He had a feeling she was the type of woman who could hold her own in any situation, physically or otherwise.
Morgaine burst into a wide smile as she reached him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "John! I'm so glad I found you. I've been looking for you."
John returned her smile. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
Morgaine's smile widened, and she leaned in closer to him. John could feel her breath on his neck as she whispered, "Because I want to fuck you.
Right here, right now."
John was surprised by her directness, but he was also turned on by it. "I see," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And what makes you think I want that too?"
Morgaine's eyes flashed with challenge. She reached out and grabbed his cock, which was already hardening again. "I can feel that you do," she said, her voice a soft purr. "And I can see it in your eyes. You want me, John. And I want you. I've heard about what you can do, and I saw what you did to Joelle. It's my turn for this." She squeezed his cock, which was somehow ready to go as if he hadn't been having sex almost non-stop for days.
"What was your favorite part of what I did to Joelle?" he asked Morgaine as he slid a hand between her legs, feeling her wetness.
She bit her lip and let out a soft moan. "I liked the way you took charge. I want you to do that with me. I'm good at giving directions, but I want you to be the one in control tonight. Whose idea was it for you to come in her mouth? Yours or hers?" She pressed her naked body against his as she asked this.
John could feel her hardening nipples against his chest and the heat between her legs.
"That was her idea. She didn't even tell me she was going to do it. She just did it," he said as his hands roamed over her body.
"That's so fucking hot," Morgaine moaned. "I want that, too. I want to taste your cum on my tongue," Morgaine whispered, her breath hot against John's neck. "But first, I want you to fuck me. Hard."
John's cock throbbed at her words, and he could feel the desire building inside him. He grabbed Morgaine by the hips and pulled her against him, feeling her warmth and wetness against his cock. He looked around the square, noticing that many people had stopped what they were doing to watch them. He saw Ember and Yonda among the crowd, their eyes locked onto him and Morgaine.
"You want to watch?" John asked them, his voice low and rough with desire.
Ember and Yonda exchanged a glance, both nodding eagerly. "Yes," they said in unison, their voices filled with anticipation.
John looked at Morgaine, who had a mischievous smile on her face. "I want them to watch," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "I want them to see how you fuck me."
John felt a rush of excitement at her words. He loved the way she took control and directed him. He wanted to please her, to give her what she wanted. He nodded and turned Morgaine around, so that her back was pressed against him.
His cock, which had been pressing against her stomach, was now nestled in the crack of her ass. He could feel her heat and wetness against him, even though he wasn't inside her yet. He trailed his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.
Morgaine let out a soft moan and leaned her head back against his shoulder. "That feels so good," she whispered.
He tweaked her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. He rubbed his cock against her wet folds and slipped it inside.
Morgaine let out a gasp, her back arching as he filled her. John began to move in slow, deep thrusts, savoring the sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, her hips moving in sync with his as they began to find a rhythm.
"Oh, John," Morgaine whispered, her voice filled with pleasure. "That feels so good. Just like that."
John picked up the pace, his hips slamming against hers with each thrust. He could feel the heat building between them, the air growing thick with desire.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Do you like being watched, Morgaine?"
She nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps. "I love it. I love knowing that people are watching us, that they're seeing how good you make me feel."
John thrust into her harder, his hands gripping her hips as he held her against him. He could see the crowd, their eyes locked onto Morgaine and himself as they moved together. He could hear their soft moans and whispers, their breaths coming in quick, excited gasps.
He knew they were enjoying the show, and that thought only served to turn him on even more.
He kept slamming his hips against Morgaine's, watching her back arch and her head toss back in pleasure. He remembered her words from earlier and decided to make her come first.
"You want to taste my cum on your tongue, don't you Morgaine?" He whispered in her ear, his voice a low growl.
She nodded and whimpered, "Yes, please, John."
"Not until you come," he said, continuing to plow into her, his hips smacking against her ass with each thrust.
"Close," she panted, "I'm so close. Keep going, just like that. You're going to make me come."
John thrust harder and faster, his grip on her hips tightening. He wanted to feel her come, to know that he had done this to her. He leaned down and nipped at her earlobe, his free hand moving around to her front, finding her clit and rubbing it in quick circles.
"God, John, yes," Morgaine cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm hit her.
John felt her muscles clench around him, her inner walls pulsing as she came. He continued to thrust into her, his own orgasm building with each moment.
The crowd around them cheered and clapped, their eyes locked onto John and Morgaine as they moved together. John could feel their excitement and arousal, and it only served to heighten his own pleasure.
He could feel Morgaine's body shuddering against him as she came down from her orgasm, her breath coming in quick gasps. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, and he wanted to make this count.
"Where do you want it, Morgaine?" he growled in her ear. "Where do you want me to come?"
She panted, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "You know where," she said, sticking out her tongue and opening her mouth wide.
"In my mouth. I want to taste you."
John groaned, feeling his cock throb with anticipation. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned her around to face him and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back so she was looking up at him.
"Open wide," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Morgaine did as she was told, her lips parting to reveal her eager, waiting tongue. John stroked his cock a few times, watching as Morgaine's eyes widened in anticipation. He stepped closer, his cock poised at her lips.
He could see her chest heaving, her eyes locked onto his as she waited for him to push his cock into her mouth. He could feel her warmth, her breath hot against him. He thrust forward, sliding his cock into her mouth, watching as she took him in.
"Oh fuck, Morgaine," he groaned, feeling her tongue swirl around his shaft as she sucked him. He could feel her throat tightening around the tip of his cock, and he groaned again, feeling his own orgasm building. He thrust his hips forward, moving his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face as she took him deeper and deeper.
He only lasted a few more seconds. Morgaine's eyes went wide as her mouth started to fill up with his cum. She pulled back a little, not wanting to gag on it, and he felt his cock pulse as he came, his seed spilling out of her mouth and onto her chin and neck. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction, and he reached down and wiped his cum from her chin and neck with his fingers. He brought his fingers to her lips, and she sucked them clean, her eyes locked onto his the entire time.
"Mmmm, you taste good," she said, a smile spreading across her face.
He helped her to her feet, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting herself and him together.
After a moment, she pulled back and looked into his eyes.
"You're amazing, John," she said, her voice breathless. "I loved every second of it."
John smiled, running his hands down her sides. "So did I, Morgaine. I'm glad I could give you what you wanted."
Morgaine looked over at the crowd, which had started to disperse. She looked back at John and said, "I should go clean up. I'll see you around, maybe? If you want to...you know..."
John nodded. "I'd like that.
Very much," John replied with a smile.
Morgaine leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Good. I'll find you later. Bye." She walked away, her hips swaying gently as she moved.
John watched her go, then added her to his growing list of contest conquests.
He added several more names to the list as the night wore on. Some of the women were Krivian residents, while others had come from further away to enjoy the con test. He never had to wait long before someone wanted to be with him. As the night wore on, John found himself amazed by the sheer variety of people's preferences and how open they were about them.
There was the middle-aged woman who wanted John to tie her to a tree and fuck her. Her name was Gretchen, and she was a weaver from a nearby village. A woman named Raven, who lived in a small cabin just outside Krivian, wanted John to fuck her while she stood on her head. Then there was the woman with bright red hair who refused to say her name or where she was from. She wanted John to fuck her, but only if another man fucked her at the same time.
John was surprised but game, and he soon found himself thrusting into her while another man did the same from behind. He added a description of them to his list, alongside the position and acts they had performed together.
As the night wore on, John found himself in a variety of different positions and situations. He felt worn out but somewhat euphoric, his body tingling with pleasure and his mind buzzing with the thrill of all the new experiences. He had lost track of the number of women he had been with, but he knew he had to be getting close to the limit of what he could handle.
He counted the names he had written down. There were eleven names. One more, and he would tie Fawn's record from the previous year.
He spotted Fawn walking towards him, carrying a tray of drinks.
Her eyes met his, and she smiled broadly. "Hey, John," she said, handing him a mug of beer. "Having fun?"
John took the mug and nodded. "I am," he said, taking a sip. "It's been... interesting."
Fawn laughed. "I bet it has. You've been busy, that's for sure. I'm impressed."
John raised an eyebrow. "Impressed? Really?"
Fawn nodded. "Oh yeah. Most guys I know wouldn't be able to handle all this. Look around."
John realized that he was basically the only man still standing. Gael lay sprawled on a bench with Cicely holding his head in her lap. He looked spent. Other men looked similarly tired. John, on the other hand, was getting hard again somehow.
Fawn certainly noticed this.
She grinned and said, "Looks like you're still going strong. How many more do you need?"
John chuckled and took another sip of his beer. "Just one more," he said. "Then I'll tie your record."
Fawn's grin widened."Only one more? Well, you're in luck. I've been saving you for last."
"You have?"
"I want to make sure you remember your night in Krivian. And I want to make sure you remember me."
John felt a surge of desire at her words, despite his exhaustion. "I could never forget you, Fawn. You're unforgettable."
Fawn chuckled. "I bet I can make it so you never forget tonight either. And you know what? I'm going to help you beat my record."
John raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her words. "Oh really? And how do you plan to do that?"
Fawn's eyes sparkled with mischief as she said, "Wait here. I'll be right back."
She disappeared into the inn, leaving John standing alone in the square.
He took another sip of his beer, his curiosity piqued by Fawn's words. What did she have planned? He thought about the women he had been with so far, and he realized that he was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he was both excited and a little bit scared about what was yet to come.
As he was lost in thought, Fawn emerged from the inn again. She was not alone. Serana and Hilda followed closely behind. They each looked at him with eager, hungry eyes. John glanced over at Morgaine, who was watching the trio intently.
"What's going on, Fawn?" John asked, his voice full of curiosity.
Fawn smirked and said, "Well, John, you've been doing so well tonight. We thought we'd help you beat my record."
"How?" John asked, a playful smile forming on his lips.
Fawn stepped closer to him, her eyes locked onto his. "We're going to take you on all at once."