Harem Master - RPG story

Hey, a new chapter of the Harem Master, as always I hope you will like it and have a great time reading it!

--- Asher Montgomery ---

"Ready?" Asher asked Ava.

"Are those clothes okay?"

Black shorts that ended just below her ass showed off her long, dark-skinned legs. On top of that, Ava was wearing one of her standard black shirts that clung to her curves.

"You look amazing," Asher said, his eyes lingering on her thighs a moment too long.

"I was asking if they are right for whatever we're doing," Ava said.

"Yeah. They're okay," Asher replied, as his cheeks darkened.

"Are you going to finally tell me?" Ava asked, closing her door.

"Nope. It's just a few minutes' walk," Asher replied.

They left the Academy, and Asher led them through the city.

"Hey," Asher started. "I wanted to ask, about earlier, in the dungeon. You seemed kind of... frustrated. With Lucy's jokes."

"These are serious matters, and she was joking the entire time," Ava replied.

"Well, not all the time," Asher said. "During fights, she was focused and handled things really well."

"And you're sure that she would always be like that?" Ava asked. "Just switching between being serious and joking around?"

Asher nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'm not sure how she does it so easily, but when she needs to focus, she gets serious in an instant."

"Okay," Ava replied simply.

"So... there's no bad blood between you two?" Asher asked.

Ava glanced at him, confused. "Is she mad at me or something? Is that why we're having this talk?"

"No," Asher replied. "I just thought maybe you were mad at her."

"No," Ava answered. "I just wanted her to focus."

"And what about the mom joke?" Asher asked. Only then did he realize it wasn't the best timing, as they were already reaching their destination.

"What about it?" Ava asked.

Asher glanced at her. She gave him a chance to drop the topic and focus on whatever he had planned, but curiosity and worry about her won out.

"You've never mentioned your mom before," he said, watching Ava's face carefully.

"She had an affair when I was two and ran away with her lover. I don't even remember her," Ava said. "Is it far?"

Asher walked in silence for a few steps, trying to process it. Suddenly, things made a little more sense, or at least he could see the roots of Ava's strange behavior and her issues with her father. But she had changed the subject right away. It was clear she didn't want to talk about it, and Asher didn't want to push.

"Almost," he said, gesturing toward a building. "Right over there."

"Dance school?" Ava asked, grimacing.

"I thought you might like it. It's like training at the Academy, but without that competitive edge that... didn't turn out so well."

"But I can't dance," Ava protested.

"That's why it's a school," Asher said with a smile. "And don't worry--you won't be the worst," he added, pointing at himself.

Ava stared at him in silence for a moment, then sighed and nodded.

They walked into the building and approached a woman sitting behind a counter on the right.

"Hi, we're here for the eight o'clock class," Asher said.

"Bachata?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, that one," Asher replied. When he first signed them up, it was the first time he'd even heard of it--but it was the only class with open spots, and after checking a few videos, it seemed okay.

"Name?" the woman asked.

"Asher Montgomery."

"Right, it's already paid. You can go ahead and join the class. Just go straight, then take the second door on the right. The teacher's already there. There's also a small room on the left where you can leave your things."

"You forgot to tell me to bring a change of clothes," Ava said as they headed toward the room the woman had pointed out.

"Umm... fuck," Asher muttered. He hadn't brought any either. Only now did he realize that after over an hour of dancing, they should change. Well... he didn't really care for himself--since the Academy was close, he could just go straight to the shower. But he figured it might be more of a problem for Ava to walk back sweaty, even if it was just a few minutes.

"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "But next time, don't make it a surprise. Just tell me what we're doing beforehand."

Asher opened the door and let Ava go in first. He smiled, having caught the key part of what she'd just said--that there would be a next time.

The room they entered was spacious, with mirrors covering one of the walls. A few pairs were already there--mostly women dancing together--but there was one couple with a guy who looked slightly older than Asher.

"Welcome! Here for the bachata class?" an older lady asked as she approached them. She looked to be around forty, quite short but fit, and smiled warmly, the wrinkles on her face deepening.

"Yeah," Asher replied.

"First time?"

Both Asher and Ava nodded.

"Great! The changing room is over there--you can leave your things inside. We'll start when you're ready. And don't worry, everyone here is an amateur. Even if some of them have taken a few classes, you'll catch up quickly. It's nothing too complicated."

Asher and Ava left their phones in a locker before returning to the main room. The teacher started the class, turning on the music and demonstrating the basic steps. Asher and Ava practiced them separately at first, then together, standing close. Asher held Ava's hands, focusing on the footwork, while she stared intently at her feet.

The teacher gave them a few quick tips before moving on to the next pair. For the most part, Asher and Ava didn't talk--the music was too loud, and they were focused entirely on getting the steps right. But they still exchanged a few short comments.

With every passing minute, Asher felt less awkward and more comfortable. He began to focus more on Ava than on his own movements. She was hot, and the way she moved only added to her allure. Even if some of the other women danced more gracefully, he couldn't take his eyes off her--her focused expression, the subtle bounce of her small tits with every step, the sway of her curvy hips, her long legs shifting in rhythm. He even managed to catch a glimpse of her perky ass when she spun.

Then the second part of the class began. They moved on to partner moves that required them to be even closer--not just holding hands, but Asher now resting one hand on Ava's lower back, just above her ass, while Ava placed both hands on his muscular arms.

As they danced through the new steps, Ava, too, stopped focusing so hard on the technique. Just like Asher had minutes ago, she began to focus on her partner instead. Their gazes met as they moved together, staring into each other's eyes.

They danced together, swaying, her tits brushing against his chest with every turn. Their faces were so close, they could feel each other's breath on their lips.

Caught in the moment, staring into her eyes and glancing at her lips, Asher wanted to kiss her--to finally close the distance between them. But he didn't want to do it during class, in front of everyone. So they kept dancing, the sexual tension between them growing--but also something more intimate, flowing between them as they followed the music together.

By the time the lesson ended, both were breathless--not from the dancing, but from the closeness, from the unresolved tension that still lingered between them. When the teacher turned off the music, they stopped moving but remained in place, still gazing into each other's eyes.

Ava shifted even closer, licking her lips, both hands resting on his arms, while Asher held her by the hips. Just inches separating their lips, from the kiss that both of them craved.

The teacher approached, breaking the silent tension hanging between them. Asher and Ava pulled apart, turning toward her.

"It's wonderful to see young couples come together and learn to dance," she said. "And it's really sweet how well you match each other."

Ava grimaced, wanting to explain that they weren't a couple, but the teacher didn't give her the chance.

"You're both terrible dancers," the older woman said. "You've got amazing coordination, and I'm guessing you're explorers, but you have absolutely no sense of rhythm. Honestly, if you hadn't answered my questions earlier, I might've wondered if you were deaf. But what's amazing is that, somehow, you found your own rhythm together. Totally ignoring the music, but perfectly matching each other. And that's actually kind of impressive. And cute."

"Agh... thanks," Asher replied.

"Dancing isn't just about moving perfectly to the music," the woman said. "You two are the perfect example of that. It's about connection--about emotions between partners. The desire, the lust... watching you two, I saw all of that. And that's why I love dancing."

As she paused briefly, Asher smiled uncertainly.

"I won't make amazing dancers out of you. Heck, I probably won't even make good ones. But that's not what really matters. Taking lessons together will bring you closer--it's great for your relationship, trust me. And I'd love to see you in my future classes."

"We're not--" Ava started, but Asher grabbed her hand, interrupting her.

"Thanks," he said quickly. "We'll think about it, but I really liked it."

"See you soon," the older woman said, walking toward another pair.

"Why didn't you tell her that we are not together?" Ava asked.

"Do you really want to explain our situation to her?"

Ava grimaced but then nodded. After picking up their phones, they left the school and headed toward the Academy.

"Did you like it?" Asher asked, walking next to Ava.

"I--" she began, then glanced at him and hesitated. "Yeah. I liked it," she finished after a moment of thinking.

"Me too. It was..." Asher trailed off, stopping himself from saying intimate. "Fun," he finished instead.

Ava looked at him like she was about to say something, but instead focused on the sidewalk ahead as they walked the short distance back to the Academy, then to her room, where he accompanied her.

"Thanks," Ava said, turning toward him and stopping close. "I really liked it."

"I'm glad," Asher replied, smiling. "We could go again next week. And... maybe try other things too, if you'd want. Together," he added, looking into her brown eyes as they shifted over his face.

"Actually..." Ava whispered. "Yeah. I think I'd like that," she said, licking her lips.

There was a brief moment of silence--then they rushed into each other, lips crashing together in a passionate, deep kiss. Ava grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer as he pressed into her, backing her against the door.

His hands moved to her back, then dropped to her firm ass, squeezing it tightly as their mouths collided, tongues exploring hungrily. Her hands roamed his arms and chest as they finally gave in to all the tension they'd built up back at the dance school.

Ava ground against him, his hard cock rubbing against her thigh--though his pants made it slightly uncomfortable, Asher didn't want to stop. Not now. Not when they were finally giving in.

Their lips stayed locked, wet smacks echoing softly in the hallway. He didn't care if someone saw them--he was too lost in the moment. His hands moved up, cupping her tits through her shirt, while hers slid down to stroke him through his pants.

After a few intense minutes, Ava finally pulled back, both of them panting, their faces still just inches apart, lips nearly brushing even though the kiss had ended.

"Do you want to come in?" Ava asked.

Asher grimaced, pulling out his phone to check the time. He was already running late--and still needed a shower.

"I'm meeting with Elara and Lucy soon. You can join us if you want," he offered. The threesome would turn into a foursome, but he doubted anyone would mind. Especially not him.

Ava parted her lips, watching his face--but then shook her head slightly. "I don't want to intrude," she said.

"It's okay. I'm sure both of them would be happy if you joined," he replied. "I certainly will."

Ava snorted, rolling her eyes. But then she shook her head again. "No, it's fine. You planned this with them, so go and enjoy it. We'll see each other tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" Asher asked, worried that after their time spent together--which was clearly a date, even if they didn't call it that--he was already rushing into the arms of other women. And with how turned on he was after dancing with Ava, he was pretty sure she must've felt it too.

"Yes," Ava said, then leaned in and kissed him. But this time, it was really short. "Thank you for... today," she whispered, before slipping into her room and closing the door behind her.

Asher let out a long breath, staring at her door. He regretted that he didn't have time to take things further with Ava, to have sex with her. But at the same time, in just a moment, he was about to fuck Lucy for the first time with Elara joining them.

He headed toward his room, texting Elara that he'd be ready soon--just needed a quick shower.

After washing up, he got dressed in casual clothes and made his way to Elara's room. She let him in, still not fully ready. As they chatted, with Caitlin also present, Elara moved around the room, finishing getting dressed.

She was already wearing a pair of simple black panties and a snug sports bra. On top of that, she slipped on a fitted T-shirt that hugged her curves, and a pair of shorts that ended just below her ass, showing off her long legs.

The outfit was almost identical to what Ava had worn earlier--just in different colors. And with how similar their bodies were, the effect was nearly the same.

Asher was disappointed that Elara didn't put on the lingerie that he had bought her, still waiting to finally see her in it. He suspected that she was keeping it for their first night in the new house--for the first time in their shared bed.

When Lucy knocked on the door, Asher got up to open it. As soon as she rushed into the room, she threw herself at him--wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his. He caught her easily, holding her in the air, her body pressed tightly against his.

His hands landed on her ass--her bare ass. She was wearing a short skirt, which had ridden up as she jumped on him. As he squeezed her cheeks--partly to hold her more securely, and partly because he had the perfect excuse to grope her--he couldn't feel any panties.

He wondered if she might be wearing a thong... but then again, it wouldn't surprise him at all if she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Asher!" Caitlin gasped behind him.

He instantly let go of Lucy, who dropped to her feet as he stepped back. He turned around, looking at Caitlin as his face was burning from embarrassment. Elara smirked, got up, strode over to Lucy, grabbed her head, and pulled her into a deep kiss--leaning down to push her tongue into Lucy's mouth.

Asher's gaze darted between the two women kissing and Caitlin, who sat on the bed, mouth wide open, staring at the scene in front of her. He hadn't had time to react differently to Lucy's welcome--and she had no idea Caitlin was there. Or more likely, she just didn't care.

"Umm..." he murmured, trying to come up with something to explain what was happening.

"We're just having fun," Elara said, breaking her kiss with Lucy. "I'll tell you everything later," she added with a wink at Caitlin. Then she grabbed both Asher's and Lucy's hands and pulled them out of the room.

"Nice!" Caitlin giggled, hurrying after them. "Have fun, guys!" she called out, grinning as she closed the door behind them.

"Oh, I can't wait!" Lucy gasped. "I'm already wet just thinking about it. I feel like a horny teenager." She giggled. "Actually, I am a horny teenager." She skipped toward the stairs, Asher and Elara following close behind.

"So maybe more like a horny teenager losing his virginity to his favorite porn star. Or two of them at once!" Lucy exclaimed as she ran down the stairs and out of the Academy.

Asher was just glad they hadn't run into anyone--but with how things were going, it seemed like him sleeping with other women wouldn't remain a secret for long.

"Lucy, where are we going?" Asher asked as she led them away from the Academy.

She twirled on the spot, her short skirt rising, showing him a lot of her legs.

"To the hotel, obviously," she replied. "It's our first time," she said, pointing between herself and Asher. "And our first time," she added, pointing between herself and Elara. "And our first time," she finished, motioning to all three of them. "I'm not having a quick fuck where someone might interrupt us."

"How much does it cost?" Asher asked.

"Oh, don't worry, I already paid," Lucy said with a wave of her hand.

Asher grimaced. "We should all pay."

"Didn't you say you were low on money?" Lucy asked. "That's not a problem, I can cover it."

"No, really," Asher protested. "We should help pay too."

"Oh, okay... let's say... three. No! Four orgasms for me, and we're even."

Elara and Asher both snorted with laughter, but he shook his head.

"With actual money, Lucy. We'll pay you back. How much was it?"

"Do whatever you want," she replied. "But let's stop talking and get to the fun part. I'm so fucking horny!" she shouted up at the sky, marching toward the hotel.

"She has a point," Elara giggled, pulling Asher by the hand as she followed Lucy. He followed too, but he still didn't want Lucy to pay for everything herself.

"Lucy, seriously--how much did you pay?" he asked again.

She turned around and stepped up to him, pressing her slim body against his and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Oh, it's so hot that you want to take care of your harem girls," she whispered, then kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth.

Before she pulled back, she licked his lips one last time and remained close.

"But I have no fucking clue," she said, grinning. "I picked the room, skipped all the boring details. I'm not even sure which card I used--it was saved, and I didn't get a notification on my phone. So... I guess my dad paid for it."

"And he just... paid? Just like that?" Asher asked, blinking.

For a moment, he couldn't help but imagine what it would've been like if he had asked his parents to pay for something like that. Even if they could afford it, he'd have to beg, explain, and justify every little detail. And maybe--maybe--they'd agree to help, but only after making him swear to pick the absolute cheapest room.

Meanwhile, Lucy just... rented it. And whoever's card it was simply paid. She hadn't even checked which one she used.

Asher already knew she came from a rich family--but now he was starting to think she might be from a really, really rich one. And yet, aside from spending freely on the things she wanted, she didn't go out of her way to make anyone else feel it.

"Oh," Lucy gasped. "I'm his little girl, and he gives me whatever I want," she explained, before she licked her lips, smirking. "But today, I'm your little girl, and I'll give you whatever you want," Lucy whispered, staring into Asher's eyes.

"If you don't want to go to the hotel," Lucy continued, "no problem--but I'm stripping naked right here, and we're having sex in the middle of the street."

Asher parted his lips as she ground herself against him, wearing clothes that were too short and too tight.

Her black skirt was already barely covering her ass, and as she rubbed against him, it kept riding up, exposing more of her thighs and getting dangerously high.

On top, she wore a tight shirt that hugged her tits like a second skin, showing off a lot of her cleavage. And with her nipples poking through the fabric, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Try me," Lucy taunted, smiling, when he didn't reply.

Asher groaned. "Okay, okay, we're going to the hotel."