Lyra, the voluptuous woman on her knees, made quick work of the ornate robes. As the final layer fell away, a collective, sharp intake of breath echoed around him.
His body was a testament to a life of struggle and hardened strength, a stark contrast to the soft, decadent forms of the Celestial Dragons they knew.
And his arousal, fully revealed, was as formidable as the rest of him: his cock was a thick, veined length that stood rigid and demanding.
Lyra didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, her full, crimson lips parting as she approached him, but Arlo's hand gently but firmly cupped her chin, guiding her gaze back to his.
"There's no time for that," he said, his voice a low thrum that vibrated through the silent room. He had no interest in passive foreplay.
He turned first to Tina, the towering warrior. He had judged her the hottest of the bunch, and he wanted to begin with her. Besides, he could feel Lyra's true intentions.
In one long stride, he closed the distance. His hands slid down the curve of her back, grasping her fat ass and pulling her hard against him.
Their kiss was not gentle; it was a clash of teeth and tongue, a raw imposition of his will that made her legs tremble.
At the same time, his other hand found Lyra's massive breasts, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh with aggressive possession.
"Fuck!" Lyra moaned, her body shuddering to a climax from the rough treatment alone. Her legs buckled, leaving a pool of her release on the floor beneath her as she collapsed, her breath coming in heavy, desire-laden pants.
Her eyes burned with a depth of need she had never known, all her earlier plans of manipulation forgotten, replaced by a single, fervent hope that he would use her next.
But for now, all she could do was watch in a dizzying mix of envy and awe as Arlo returned his full attention to the warrior.
He grabbed Tina's huge ass and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. She responded instantly, her powerful legs locking around his waist. Then, with a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside her to the hilt.
A guttural cry was torn from Tina's throat. Arlo drove into her with a punishing, relentless rhythm, pinning her against a nearby marble pillar.
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a sharp, wet slap of flesh against flesh. Each brutal thrust pushed a choked gasp or a ragged moan from her lips.
He was unyielding, his grip on her hips iron-tight, fucking her with a raw, animalistic drive that shattered her composure and stripped her of any pretense of modesty. In front of the audience of slaves, Tina began moaning like a whore in heat.
Her head thrashed from side to side, her cries growing louder and more desperate, climbing toward a peak until her powerful body convulsed around him, seizing up as a final, shattered scream echoed off the vaulted ceiling.
As her climax subsided, Arlo began thrusting into her, forcing her into a second, and then a third orgasm in a row. However, he soon felt she was really reaching her limit.
He hadn't cum yet, but he decided to give the girl a little break.
In part due to the effect of the system, his sex drive was just too high, and simple sex with a single girl was simply not enough to make him cum.
'Well, I'll just keep rotating to give them time to rest,' he thought. The important thing was that, in the end, he filled all of their pussies with a thick load of his cum.
"You are next."
Arlo gently lowered Tina to the ground, already turning to the next target.
Elara, the shy, intelligent one, was waiting, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and anticipation. He was gentler with her, laying her down on the massive bed in the center of the room.
The girl seemed to like him, and because of that, she was nervous. But being nervous would get in the way of sex, so he decided to ease her with a little bit of foreplay.
Arlo was a master at dealing with women, understanding their desires with just a brief look, and giving them what they wanted or needed.
He kissed her eyelids, her throat, the delicate swell of her breasts, and finally, he came down to her cunt.
He gently kissed her inner labia and used his tongue until her nervous tremors melted into loud moans of desire.
She was ready to be well fucked.
"Stay still," he ordered, moving his body over her and aligning his cock to her entrance. "I will move."
With one quick thrust, his cock entered her, making her scream in a mix of pleasure and shock from the pain.
He really was too big. Even for Tina, who was a large woman, it had been difficult, but for a petite girl like Elara, he was truly overwhelming her.
"Fuck!" Her eyes rolled back; the pleasure was too intense.
He moved within her with a steady, quick pace, and soon she couldn't hold on anymore. Her climax was quiet but profound, a series of soft, shuddering sobs as she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
But this was just the beginning. Lyra couldn't just watch anymore and approached on all fours. This time, Arlo decided to accept her affection.
Simultaneously, another woman, who found the scene too arousing to resist, also approached. She kissed his chest before aligning herself with his massive length and began to ride him, while Lyra pressed her breasts against his side.
All of this happened as a third woman decided to join in. She was a dancer with sinuous grace, and she lowered herself onto his face, her moans joining the chorus.
Arlo moved from one woman to the next, a tireless engine of pleasure.
He took one from behind, gripping her waist and watching the mesmerizing sway of her hips.
He laid another across a low table, hoisting her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her, the sound of their joining a sharp, wet counterpoint to her gasped pleas.
Arlo found himself on his back with Tina straddling him once more, her big breasts swaying as she rode him with a warrior's intensity, while two other women attended to his mouth and hands.