Hundreds of Naked Beauties

Byron slipped into nothingness.

Then,

Ahhh!

Oh god!

Uhhh!

A symphony of faint moans echoed all around him. It was as if they were coming from miles away, or perhaps it was his ears which had lost their capability to hear clearly.

'Could I still be alive?' he wondered.

Even if he did survive, how could they have continued their love making after what had just happened?

'Something feels wrong!'

Surely, his maid and her lover wouldn't be so foolish to fuck beside him after falling on top of him like that, right?

Byron attempted to open his eyes so he could see what was going on, but he couldn't. He had little control over them.

'Did paralysis reach my face too? It can't...'

Before he could finish this thought, he realized something.

'That's not their voices!'

The moans were now becoming more and more loud and clear, and he could tell they belonged to several different women, and none of them sounded like his maid.

Fortunately, as his ears regained their capability to hear properly, so did the other senses.

He felt countless human hands allover his body, some wet and cold, others dry and warm, hot and sticky or just soft, sweaty and gentle.

'This doesn't make any sense at all!'

'Could I have been recovered and now they are giving me a massage so my years-long dormant body can become active again?'

That was the only explanation his mind managed to conjure at the moment.

If not that, how come he was able to sense people touching his legs, his arms and his...

'Jeez! They're giving me a handjob!'

His eyes fell wide open and, surprisingly, his upper body jerked upright, his arms insitinctively  moving toward his groin to protect it.

"I can move my body!"

Well, more surprises were coming because now he realized his words were loud, not just thoughts.

"God! I can speak! I can speak!" he rejoiced.

"Of course you can, sweetheart!" came an unfamiliar voice, lustful. It belonged to a black haired beauty with ethereal brown eyes. Her hands were on Byron's dick, stroking it.

She was naked, on her knees, her large breasts rubbing on Byron's thighs as they jiggled; a result of the movement her hands made while stimulating his dick.

Byron wandered his eyes around, and he couldn't believe what he saw. Hundreds of beauties, all naked, some playing with their melons and their nipples, others with their sweet caves.

Was he dreaming about an orgy or something?

"What is this place?" he found himself asking. "Who are you people? Why are you..."

Just then, one of the girls shouted, "He's alive?" interrupting him.

The naked beauties had been busy playing with themselves, each on her own and not touching each other, so, except those whose hands were on him, others had not noticed he was awake.

Some were at the peak of their ecstasy, their eyes closed, or rounded back into their heads, others looking at the sky as they rubbed their clits as if in a contest to see who would orgasm first.

Some were just too far away from where Byron lay to notice.

Only dozens had been looking at him, and as soon his body jerked upright, their eyes widened in shock and their mouths twitched, but no words came out.

It wasn't until that one girl shouted that they all scrambled toward him, with giggles, laughter and shouting praises to something they called the nymph of the New Thermedon river.

The scene became the most chaotic thing he had ever witnessed.

"He's healed!"

"I'll go first!"

"He's mine!"

"It's so big!"

"Just what in the name of hallucinations is this?" Byron meant this as a thought, but it came out loud. His mind was yet to accept the truth that now he could talk.

"You're not hallucinating, sweetheart!" said the same black haired girl still with a lustful smile on her face.

"Can you please stop sweethearting me and tell me what's going on?"

"There's no time!" replied the girl with a chuckle, then did something Byron had only dreamed of.

She quickly lowered her head, wrapped her mouth around his cock and then started sucking on it.

Foreign sensations attacked him from every corner of his body, carrying tremors of pleasures with them.

All Byron could do was grunt in pleasure, unable to find what to say next.

'I don't know where I am or what's going on, but at least I'm finally experiencing what sex feels like.'

'By the way, is this the afterlife and maybe God has pitied me and decided to give me this final experience before taking me to heaven?'

'Haha! Can't believe I'm thinking about heaven. I have never been a believer. I've always claimed God was a myth created to rule people. If he does exist, I don't think he can let me into heaven.'

'Also, if I remember correctly, God is against lust as it's described as a deadly sin countless times in His holy book. Why would He create a brothel for dead virgin boys?'

'Why am I even thinking about this? Surely, these girls will answer me after they're done. Why bother myself with questions instead of enjoying the moment while it lasts?'

They were all surrounding him now, those closest to him bent and hugging him and rubbing their juice mounds on him and...

And...

It was surreal!

Byron continued grunting in pleasure, having pushed all questions out of his mind to enjoy the moment, a moment that didn't last for long because the girls started pushing each other, fighting to be the ones closer to him.

"It's my turn!" said a redhead, staring angrily at the black haired girl who was still busy sucking on Byron's dick.

When she realized she was being ignored, she went rampage and pulled her by the hairs, throwing her away and grabbing Byron's dick as if it was a trophy for her violent stunt.

Before she could even give it one stroke or do any other thing with it, a fellow redhead pushed her, sitting on top of Byron afterwards where she grabbed his dick and attempted to push it inside her pussy.

The one she had just pushed away came back with fury in her emerald eyes and punched her on the face countless times, forcing her to run.

She quickly reclaimed Byron's dick and sat over him.

Byron was struggling to get up for he was no fool. He could see that these lustful crazy sluts might stamp or fall on him in their fight, and he was not ready to be that kind of victim again.

But there was no way to get up.

The redhead on top of him slid his dick inside her pussy, giving Byron a shock of his life.

*Ding!

[Congratulations! Host has successfully connected to a being with remnants of divinity.]

[Congratulations! Divinity Aborsoption System activated.]

[Congratulations! Now host can...]

The voice in his head went on with lots of other info, but Byron was too busy trying not to be crushed by the crazy girls to pay more attention to it.

He didn't even feel anything from the girl who was now riding his cock.

The scene was so chaotic and scary, almost like a battle field, punches flying here and there, screams of agony, moans, slaps, wrestling and insults complimenting them.

Other girls were trying to pull or push her off of Byron, but to no avail because she was holding onto him as if her life depended on it.

This went on for at least a minute before the girl she had punched to get this spot returned with a sword, screaming, "I'll kill you, you greedy bitch! I'll kill you!"

Terrified, she scrambled to her feet, living Byron's dick free for the taking.

'Jeez! How am I even able to remain hard in this situation?'

"All of you, get off!" ordered the girl with a sword. "Away from him now!"

"I said, NOW!" she screamed when some of the girls refused to go.

They jumped away in fright.

"Now, darling, you're mine!" she said, pushing the sword against Byron's chest to restrain him from getting up.

"You're mine, and mine alone! I'll kill any bitch that dares to interrupt us. Isn't that sweet, darling? "

Byron couldn't believe this was happening. He had watched lots of anime with yandere girls, but none was as mischievous and devilish, as scary and daring as this girl on top of him.

She grabbed his dick in a haste and pushed it up her already wet cave, then started dancing on it.

Unbeknownst to her, other girls who she had threatened had run away to bring weapons of their own, and Byron screamed in horror as they approached with killing intent.

"They're going to kill you!" he warned, but the girl was too carried away with sensations to heed his words.

A blond girl raised her sword and swooshed, aiming for the rider's head, but another sword intercepted hers.

"Are you crazy?" said the sword's owner, a petite clad in a soft white dress, the only one Byron had seen wearing something so far.

"It's a blessing that this male is alive. Why do you want to turn it into a curse?"

The blond girl retracted her sword and pointed it at the one riding Byron. "She started it! We were all trying to get out share until she brought a sword."

"And you corrected her by bringing swords too. How are you any different? You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

The white-dress petite swiped her gaze across all the other girls with a disappointed look on her face before adding, "All of you!"

The girls lowered their heads, seemingly out of fear or respect. Byron could see this dressed beauty held power over the others one way or the other.

"Put on some clothes and ride back to the city. I'm taking him to the Queen. We should discus how to share him peacefully."