Asta bit her lip and looked around the empty chamber. The throne in front of her, the bare stone walls, all covered with the dust of countless ages past.
She frowned. Maybe she would die here. Not that gods died, not truly, she herself was proof of that - dormant for centuries upon centuries until the right disciple came along. But that was it, gods were fuelled by worship. Their powers ebbed and flowed with the Currency their disciples generated for them. They needed their disciples.
And right now, Asta needed John to get laid.
***
I looked around at the group of beautiful, naked women surrounding me. Lillian, Rosa and Violet. Helena and Megan. Melissa.
"How are we... going to do this?" Megan asked, softly. I thought I heard Violet stifle a giggle.
"Well first off, you're all going to listen to me," said Melissa. "I'm his girlfriend, I know what he likes."
There didn't seem to be any disagreement, so everyone looked to Mel for some sign of how to begin. I decided to take charge, as I liked to do, and reached out to start groping my girlfriend's tits. Her hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"No, sweetie. You lie down, and don't move. OK?"
She'd never really been dominant with me before, at least not in bed, and that last "OK?" betrayed how nervous she was about it. But I trusted her, completely, so I lay back. My semi-erect cock twitched and gave a sort of half-attempt at standing upright.
"Now close your eyes," said Mel, and so I did. I breathed out, long and slow, focusing on the softness of the silk sheets beneath me, my mind racing with images of what was to come.
Evidently some sort of communication happened, because after a moment there was a shuffling on the bed around me, and I was aware of the presence of someone getting closer. Two soft hands pulled gently at my arm, and the same happened on my other side, so that I was laying with arms spread wide. Then I felt something on my palm. Light at first, then heavy; soft and slightly textured and a little wet. I realised my fingers had been placed directly under someone's pussy, someone who was lowering herself onto me.
I reached up with my fingers and found the wet, soft lips and began to explore, teasing and caressing. I had no idea who I was groping, and barely had time to wonder before I felt a similar sensation on my other hand. This girl was lying on the bed, and guided my hand with her own, showing me the motion she wanted. I felt my fingers slip inside her and then out again, and dutifully repeated the movement, slowly. She gasped, and I recognised her voice: Violet. The slender handmaiden rocked back and forth in time with my hand, fucking herself on my fingers.
I still had no idea who the other girl was, and started to open my eyes when I felt a hand gently lay across my face, blocking my vision.
"No peeking, honey," said Mel, and I smiled at her. Playing along, I kept fondling and teasing the pussy of whoever had sat on my hand, letting my fingers slip inside her, tease her lips, briefly brush her clit and even find her asshole. I couldn't help but smile that I still had no idea who I was playing with, but the possibilities intrigued me further and I kept fingering the women on either side of me.
A new sensation almost made me jump. More soft hands had found my lower legs, and were slowly creeping up. A few hands, I was sure - I focused on what I could feel and tried to picture what could be happening. From the way I was being touched, I was sure at least two women were currently caressing their way up my legs, finding my inner thighs and then dancing playfully around my crotch with their fingertips. Someone kissed the head of my dick and it pulsed with life, beginning to swell. I felt a woman's nude form press closer to me, resting against the outside of my leg.
The temptation to look was growing by the second, but I kept my word and resisted, trying to relax and simply give in to the ministrations of the beautiful women around me.
I focused on the smells, the hints of perfume and the scent of arousal in the air. I focused on what I could hear: Violet's short gasps turning to moans, or the sound of someone's ass being spanked, followed by a short giggle. And I focused on what I could feel. The woman grinding her pussy against my fingers on one hand, the warm wetness of Violet's depths as she fucked herself on the other. The many hands stroking every inch of skin below my waist, creeping up to my chest. The brush of an arm or a breast against my naked body as the women moved around and over me. And suddenly, long, soft fingers wrapping themselves tightly around the base of my hardening shaft.
The woman with my cock in her hand began to stroke. She was slow, but tight, and skilled. I felt myself thicken in her hand as my cock began to swell, taking care not to let her expert touch distract me from the women I was fingering.
I felt shifts on the mattress as people began to shift, but none of the touching stopped. It was getting very, very tempting to look.
As if she'd read my mind, I heard Melissa's voice from somewhere above me.
"You can look now, sweetie."
I obliged, and opened my eyes to see my girlfriend's shaven pussy filling my vision. Her thick thighs were placed either side of my head, and she looked down at me, smiling.
"Hungry?" she asked.
I answered by sticking out my tongue. Letting out a yelp of delight, she lowered herself onto my face until her pussy was pressed close against my eager mouth, and I began to go to work. Licking and teasing her folds, I tasted her. My lips locked with her pussy, I ate her, sucking at her clit and flicking it with my tongue.
"Yes... fuck yes..." she moaned from on high as her hips began to rock, grinding against my face, her pussy pressing hard into my mouth. I didn't let up, sucking and licking and teasing every inch of her that I could reach. It didn't seem like long before she reached down to grip my head and bucked wildly on me as she came, her wetness practically flowing into my mouth. I didn't stop, and her orgasmic moans grew louder and louder as she lost herself to the sensation.
I could have lain there eating her all day, but suddenly something warm and wet enveloped the head of my still-growing cock. Someone was giving me a blowjob. The hand that had gripped me was still round the base of my cock, jerking me, and there were fingers lightly touching my balls and lower stomach as well. I moaned into my girlfriend's cunt as someone's lips parted just enough to take in my cockhead and their tongue swirled around it. I still couldn't see a thing other than Mel's cute, chubby body filling my vision, her enormous breasts swinging tantalisingly above me and her face a picture of post-orgasmic bliss. Not a bad view, not at all, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. Who was blowing me, and jerking me, and touching me? And who, other than Violet, was I fingering?
Mel leaned back a bit, moving her crotch away from my mouth to around my collarbone.
Free to move and look around a little, I could see Violet now, and she winked at me as she gripped my wrist and shuffled closer to me on the bed - all while my fingers were still inside her. Fuck. My entire hand was practically inside her cunt now, and she growled as she began fucking herself with all of my fingers.
On my other side, Rosa had her dark brown nipples between her fingers, teasing them as she rocked back and forth on my outstretched hand. Her eyes were tight shut, and her mouth hung open as I played with her.
Above me, Mel looked down lovingly at my face, reaching to wipe some of her wetness of my chin with a palm then licking it off her hand. She glanced over her shoulder at my crotch.
"Well, fuck. I think I'd better let you see now, because that is fucking hot."
She lifted one leg and vaulted off me, falling softly onto the mattress beside me. I looked down. She wasn't wrong.
Lillian smiled as our eyes met, laying a small trail of kisses across my lower torso. She had one hand gripping my cock tightly. Megan's hands were busy fondling my balls with the gentlest of touches, as she stared at my engorging member with a hunger in her eyes. She was enraptured by what she saw, completely transfixed by the view of Helena's mouth working my cockhead. The goddess sucked and licked with long, slow, powerful strokes, her lips parting lewdly around my cock as it penetrated them and was taken into her wet, warm mouth.
"Fuck..." was about all I could say.
Helena looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth, and the corners of her eyes creased in what would have been a smile if her mouth wasn't stretched wide. Megan seemed not to hear me, continuing to fondle me as she watched Helena, her other hand sneaking down between her legs.
