Esoterica 1: Liam's Awakening: A Lovecraftian Fantasy Harem Adventure (Esoterica Chronicles)

by Virgil Knightley

  Dahlia joined in, wrapping her arms around my waist. “No one except the four of us for hundreds if not thousands of miles,” she whispered breathily against my neck.

  Carmilla was less coy, straight up grabbing my already erect cock as she mewled in my ear. “Come on, Liam, I really need to catch a dick after all that.”

  Welp. Here we go.

  Chapter 30

  A Long-Expected Encounter

  The hike back through the tunnel was long enough to effectively murder the mood, but I had faith that my little guy could get back up and running without an excessive amount of prompting considering the attractiveness of my present company. Oh, yes, I’d trudge through gloomy caverns covered in Void Thing ectoplasmic goop, ascend a fifty-foot conjured rope, and dutifully walk back to the cabin bedroom, at half-mast the whole time, all for what was about to be the event of the fucking season.

  A part of me still feared death like I had before. I thought maybe the intensity of the experience, due to the strength of my connection to Carmilla and Dahlia, might prove too much for me. There was still a hint of reservation there, sure, but I’d grown stronger and more confident and, hey, if this was the way I was going to die then I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  It was a long time coming. When I reflected on it, as Dahlia shoved me back onto the queen-sized cabin cot, I almost took a moment to applaud myself. Self-control was never something I considered a strong suit of mine before, but it’s amazing the lucidity that I found in myself living this lifestyle. I’d never been so goal-oriented, so laser-focused—and I’d never had to deal with three preternaturally hot babes constantly trying to seduce me.

  “Harem powers,” I said out loud. “It has to be,” I reasoned as my shirt was literally torn off my body by the goth girl wrestling with intense daddy issues.

  “What are you blabbing about?” she questioned me as she straddled me, raking my chest with long, black manicured fingernails. Dahlia and Carmilla were inches behind her, slipping seductively out of their dresses.

  “My ability to hold back on you girls for so long,” I said. “It’s supernatural. Has to be.”

  “Fucking whatever,” Memento said, rolling her eyes as she leaned forward and nibbled at my collarbone.

  Carmilla almost looked offended by the love bites. “Honey, I’m the neck biter here,” she giggled. She descended, knees first, onto the bed and took up a position on the opposite side of my neck, stroking my arm, gradually guiding my hand to her breast. I hastily accepted the invitation to play.

  By now, my undershirt was shredded by Memento’s grasping hands. She pulled it off my body so impatiently that it split down the back, and she ended up peeling it off me as though it were two separate sleeves and not at some point in its lifespan an actual, fully functional shirt.

  “The walk back to campus is going to be awkward,” I noted with a sigh.

  Wicked giggles erupted from the three girls, who were clearly enjoying themselves, but I realized I’d lost track of Dahlia—though I quickly rediscovered her.

  The celestial girl, at some point, sunk her buxom naked body down onto her knees at my feet, which hung off the bed. Memento, straddling my lap, must have had her ass pressed almost into Dahlia’s face, but I sensed her true intentions when I began feeling the unmistakable exciting sensation of her intoxicating touch as she reached past Memento and pulled at the waistband of my pants.

  “Lift yourself up a moment, sweety,” her voice softly suggested. She wasn’t talking to me. Memento fulfilled her wish, lifting her ass slightly, enabling Dahlia to pull my pants and boxers off in one smooth motion. The beast was unleashed now, and two audible gasps could be heard on either side of my head, softly and hungrily moaning in stereo into each of my ears. Carmilla and Memento’s audible reaction to my member’s unveiling was enough to push me to a full-on erection.

  Dahlia couldn’t see what was going on, but I sensed she was doing her part, as I became aware of a pair of delicate white hands pulling up Memento’s cleavage-bearing spiderweb-sleeved top, revealing at first her smooth and pale tummy for my appreciation, but that wasn’t the end of the show. I watched transfixed as underboob appeared, giving way to a full display of perfect breasts with surprisingly small nipples that were so faintly pink that they were almost flesh-toned. Both of the nipples were also pierced, as I learned earlier, which I found to be quite a turn-on—as if I needed anything more to rev me up at this point. Memento had the body of a pinup girl, a whole different kind of perfection when compared to Carmilla’s tight, petite, athletic frame. Both girls suited my tastes perfectly.

  My hands voraciously tamed their bodies, stroking breasts as my tongue delicately probed hard and eager nipples. Before long, my fingers slipped between thighs to provide patient, generous stimulation to their most intimate parts. Each time they moaned or cooed, each time their bodies quivered erotically in response to my touch, I felt stronger, more capable. I was feeding off their ecstasy.

  “Let’s see if you girls can keep up,” I said, suddenly lifting Memento up off of me. “All three of you, line up on the bed, side-by-side,” I said.

  The three of them flashed looks of pure lust. The look on Dahlia’s face alone was enough to bend any man to mad devotion. She propped herself up on the bed, between the other two girls, facing me with lips that she couldn’t stop licking and biting as her eyes went back and forth between my manhood and my gaze.

  “Pick me, pick me, pick me,” she moaned. I chuckled at her eagerness and nodded at her.

  Without wasting a millisecond, Dahlia White’s beautiful face crashed upon my cock, taking it wholly into her mouth in one go. The sensation was beyond description. I felt my resolve and confidence slip away as the only thing I could think to do was to collapse inward, overcome by the pleasure. I watched the surreal sight unfold from above. Not one gorgeous girl, but three, all desperately yearning for me to fuck them into oblivion. Carmilla’s face flinched and contorted as she fought her own arousal, her own desire to have what Dahlia was having. Memento wasn’t faring much better. She was actively playing with her breasts as she watched, grinding her thighs against each other.

  And then there was Dahlia. As she bobbed up and down, taking my entire length into her throat again and again, making tiny little gagging sounds every now and then, but giving no quarter, I knew I wouldn’t last long at this rate.

  “Okay,” I mumbled after a few minutes, just barely managing the words, “That’s enough for you,” I said. Dahlia looked up at me as though I’d just betrayed her.

  “But—”

  “Sharing is caring, Dolly,” Carmilla said, kissing her on the cheek and going to town on my shaft.

  “Let’s make it a sister act,” Memento said, leaning in, stroking my balls and licking the base of my manhood. Carmilla couldn’t swallow the entire length on her own, at least not consistently, though she got close. Memento had found her opening and exploited it wickedly.

  “Mmm, you’ve grown,” Carmilla observed, and it was true. Must have been all the cultivation I’d been doing of late.

  Dahlia didn’t want to be left behind, though. I could see in her eyes that she felt entitled to this, and she wasn’t wrong. I wouldn’t be here without her. She was the one who learned the truth about the Headmistress. She was the one who supported me every step of the way, who encouraged me to bring Memento into the fold. She was my soulmate.

  “I’m not done with you,” I said, growling at her. “Up here,” I commanded as I grabbed her hand and delicately helped her stand up. Her height was such that, even with her standing on the bed while I stood on the floor in front of her, we barely stood eye to eye. I reached behind and pulled her in by the waist, planting a deep, passionate kiss on her lips, romantically at first but giving way in no time to more carnal pursuits as she bit my lips and our tongues became practically entwined.

  Meanwhile, down below, the raven-haired and red-horned sorceresses bobbed dutifully on my cock, seated on the edge of the bed b
etween Dahlia and me. I could feel that I was close, but I didn’t want to cum yet—not before I sealed the deal with the three of them, making them orgasm and pounding their pussies into submission. Blowing a load on their faces now wasn’t the “good ending” of this encounter.

  I mustered both strength and resolve, found the will to carry on, and managed a simple command. “All three of you,” I said, releasing Dahlia from our passionate embrace. Turn around. On all fours. In a neat little row.”

  This was what we’d all been waiting for, and I could see it on their faces. Carmilla and Memento exchanged nervous, excited smiles and quickly obeyed.

  “We’re all in for a treat,” Carmilla said, panting excitedly. “Trust me.”

  I helped Dahlia into the requisite position, supporting her as she went down onto the unstable, springy mattress.

  And then I beheld a sight beyond description, but I must try. In front of me, like a bountiful buffet of ass and pussy, the three sexy sorceresses leaned forward, asses up, elbows down, at an angle that gave me a sight which was surely evidence of some sort of benevolent deity out there somewhere.

  Memento’s ass was the biggest, but certainly not in a bad way. Her juicy butt flowed down into the valley created by the curves of her waist and the small of her back. I could see her ample tits spilling out the sides of her chest as they pressed on the mattress. Her pink asshole gaped at me, and just beneath it was a beautiful pussy, already sopping wet. A bit of well-groomed pink pubic hair emerged from beneath, answering the question of whether or not her hair color was natural.

  Carmilla’s ass was much smaller and quite tight. She was thin, like a petite cross-country runner, but with a slender feminine figure that still managed to seem too good to be true. Her breasts were certainly a handful on their own, but the spillage wasn’t as impressive as Memento’s. Nonetheless, I found myself equally driven to lust by the vampire girl’s sultry physique, as I could see taut muscles in her tight back appearing in all the right places. And of course, I was well acquainted with her impossibly tight pink little pussy, waxed and immaculate as always. Cream gushed from her pussy lips as she quivered in anticipation of my next move.

  But it was Dahlia, who was between the other two ladies, who held my affection at the moment, and with the sight of her face looking back at me, full of love and unflinching devotion, I knew that she’d be my first of the night. Like Memento, her large breasts were mashed against the bed, and I could see that she was playing with them with one hand. Meanwhile, the other hand was reaching behind her, pulling her vaginal folds open, inviting me.

  “Come on, baby,” she mewled. “We’ve all waited long enough.”

  Damn, was she right. She was always right. The time had come. I grabbed her by the hips and felt her gasp. The other two girls moaned in equal parts arousal and disappointment, realizing I’d made my choice.

  “Oh, don’t worry, girls,” I said. “I’ll keep you busy,” I said. “Just let me get… situated first.”

  I slapped my cock against Dahlia’s pussy, making her tremble with each teasing impact. I rubbed it a few more times against her entrance, wetting my tip with her juices and spreading my own precum around to make my grand entrance as pleasurable and smooth as possible. Due to our connection, though, I already felt myself shaking with pleasure from these simple movements. The best was yet to come. Pun intended.

  I slid about an inch inside her, causing her to squeal loudly and high in pleasure—it was a raunchy sound, and I reveled in it and vowed in my heart that it wouldn’t be the last time I heard it tonight. From there, I thrust in the rest of the way, and she gasped, and soon I’d found my rhythm, and her constant erotic vocalizations only served to fuel the flames of lust that were burning so hot in me as I took her aboard the train to Pound Town.

  But I had a duty to all three of my girls. I pressed two fingers on each hand together in a Vulcan Salute and pushed gently and lovingly inside of their wet pussies. The results were instantaneous. Carmilla in particular began instantly losing her mind with pleasure, and I felt that electricity with her again as I pressed into her deeper and deeper.

  “Ohhh fuck!” she shouted, “I’m going to cum!”

  “Not before me!” Dahlia barely managed to cry out between pleasurable screams.

  “It’s… not a contest,” I grunted as I thrust fingers and cock into a sum total of three desperate slits.

  Memento was catching up quickly, but it was too late if she wanted to win the race. Carmilla and Dahlia were exploding in orgasms in no time, but I still held strong and true, certain not to give up until I’d completed my holy task of dicking all three of the women in front of me before I bust my own nut. One down, two to go.

  With Dahlia and Carmilla already collapsed and reeling from climax, I pulled out of the celestial girl and turned my attention toward Memento as Dahlia and the vampire fell into each other and began kissing passionately, their hands finding each other’s entrances in no time. I pulled at Memento’s waist, directing her into the ol’ faithful missionary position.

  “I wanna see those titties bounce as I fuck your brains out,” I said. I didn’t feel the need to tease and poke at first as I did with Dahlia. My cock was already caked with Dahlia’s special concoction of love juice, more than enough lubrication for the task at hand, and we were both so deep into the act now that teasing felt just plain inappropriate. No, I shoved it in fast and hard, and judging by her instant moans, I knew I’d made a call I could be proud of.

  I didn’t shy away from the rough impact. I turned the proverbial dial to eleven right out the gate and relished the slapping sounds our bodies made with each collision. Accompanying those were the musical moans of Memento Morikawa, a sound that I wanted permanently stored in my mind palace after hearing it even once.

  “Harder, Daddy!” she screamed. For my part, I obliged with gusto, ramming harder into her, attempting to plumb depths I hadn’t yet reached. Her appreciative shrieks and moans were reward enough for my efforts, as was the sight of her ample bosom erotically wobbling forward and backward with each successive give and take of my hips.

  I felt her cervix beginning to quiver and her thighs tightening around me, and I knew she was close. Her hands found my back, and her sharp black nails scraped hard, undoubtedly drawing blood. I winced in pain, but I didn’t mind. It gave me something else to focus on, to hold back and save some love for my loyal and loving vampire who—I noted at this point—was sixty-nining with Dahlia right beside me. Now that was a feast for the eyes.

  No! I needed to focus. Finish the job. Just when I thought I couldn’t go harder, I did. Memento was squirming and twitching now, almost violently, and I felt the beginnings of her orgasm surround my cock as her body succumbed to her mounting pleasure. She gasped breathily, vocalizing a hoarse squeal, tonguing at the air as she fell deeper and deeper into the trenches of our passion.

  “Ohhh God yes!” she shouted, arching her back toward the heavens as her hands burrowed into the mattress. I slowed my pace. It was done.

  Dismounting as gracefully as I could, I planted a passionate but fleeting kiss on her lips and turned my attention to Carmilla, who immediately sensed my lustful gaze. She drew back from Dahlia’s pussy and slapped her lightly on her bare ass to signal to her playmate that playtime was over.

  “I wanna ride you,” she demanded as she pushed me down onto the bed.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I nodded with a salute, drinking in the heavenly sight of her tight physique. Her abs glistened with sweat, and her perky tits bounced as she raised her hips, preparing for her fateful descent onto my eager shaft. Her yearning pussy lips brushed up against the tip of my penis. She used her fingers to delicately open the folds of her flower, and then, with otherworldly sexiness, I watched as her fangs came back out and her eyes went all black and red as she gave into her desire.

  Her pussy quickly consumed my cock, and the tightness, I knew, was threatening to defeat me if I couldn’t control rein myself in. I’d ne
ed to power through this one out of sheer will. No amount of thinking about sports and puppies was going to save me. I needed to be sniper-focused on my one goal: Don’t cum before the hot chick.

  I had my work cut out for me. She carnally writhed against me, and I felt my member twitching and shifting inside her, weakening against the sensation of her sloppy sex consuming it again and again. She was grinning now, moaning, sure, but so was I. To complicate things further, Dahlia and Memento had assumed positions lying on either side of me, and each had taken a hand and pressed it against their own large, God-given breasts.

  “I’m gonna fucking bite you,” Carmilla said voraciously.

  “Oh God, please, yes. Bite me!” My salvation! The pain of a vampire bite would be enough to delay me, I hoped. She leaned forward giddily, probably caught off-guard by my enthusiasm, and I felt her nude body rubbing up against my own. The old me would’ve probably been halfway to jizzing just from the sensation of the erotic contact with someone so impossibly gorgeous. Add to that the two ladies beside me and, whoa—at least I’d made it this far.

  The sensation of her fangs piercing my neck sobered me as I’d hoped it would. It also worked to my advantage in another way—it had the opposite effect on Carmilla. No sooner had she finished lapping up my blood than did I feel her begin to shiver and twist atop me as she quickened her insatiable grinding against me. This was happening. I could see through to the end. Her pace became desperate, accelerated to an extreme. Drool and blood leaked down her lips as her eyes glazed over and rolled into the back of her head. Her grin grew into a look of exquisite rapture, and her moans became louder, more bestial and ravenous. She was finished. “I’m cumming, Liam!!” she announced, music to my ears.

  As for my own status, I could buy no more time. It was written on my face. “Me too!” I said, heralding my oncoming climax.