You can't tell me she wasn't in a post concert orgy with Melodie
I mean, I think it goes without saying that a tall, gorgeous, and confident idol like Melodie most likely gets with the groupies after every concert, and the better ones turn into her harem. So imagine Starr Nova there.
Just picture the overwhelming amount of endorphins fuelling the cheers from the crowd as Melodie’s concert comes to a stop, the signs that profess the fan’s love for her still bounce up and down as some are struggling not to faint at the presence of such a woman. Starr Nova, as all other fans, is ecstatic at just seeing her idol’s thighs in the flesh and not on a screen.
-“Holy shit!!…”- She practically moans, trying to contain herself before her own passion gets to her. She curls up and covers her mouth before her excitement backs up and blows up like a volcano. The music already stopped playing, and while some people were still cheering, it wasn’t nearly as deafening, some fans were already too passed out to scream, making her voice echo as much as possible through the stadium as a cry of desperate lust rips through her throat like a firework -“MASTEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!…”- The sheer adrenaline pumping through her veins made her forget how audible that actually was.
The entire crowd turns in confusion and looks over to her. Once noticing her make up, her weird eye contacts, and her outfit that looks like a poor woman’s Sailor Moon cosplay, their stares practically become law, judge, and executioner… But not all stares were insulting. As Nova looks around like she’s waiting for the Earth to swallow her, Melodie steps down to the crowd, demanding space to walk. While she makes her way over to her, two other women follow her footsteps in a mix of loyalty to Melodie and curiosity for Nova. Melodie stares her down with each step, eyes flicking up and down the nerd’s body with a gaze that almost tries to rip through her clothing. She snaps her fingers -“Everyone else… what the fuck are you staring at?!”- Her eyes never leave Nova’s as she waits for the crowd to go back to whatever they were doing. -“As for you…”- She raises her hand slowly, looking like she’s about to caress before gripping Nova’s jaw firmly. -“You really have a nice mouth on that face of yours… I’d love to have you in the backroom for a little fan meetup…”- She looks at the fangirls behind her, 2 fans she knows all too well.
Nova’s eyes drift away from Melodie, and onto the caryatids behind her. Standing the farthest back, her height only the same as the second because of her nervous hunch. She straightens up once she catches Nova’s eyes on her. She stammers and struggles to make out a coherent sentence -“H-hey- I- uh… h-hi I’m… M-My name’s… C-Colette”- Her eyes look like she hadn’t slept for days, her teeth look like a health code violation, and her hair thankfully sees shampoo once every 2 weeks. It’s a look that explains her lack of charm in a single snap of the eyes.
Nova looked to Colette’s side, looking at the shorter girl who briefly spoke up in reaction -“I’m Bibi…”- She had short, slicked back hair that only let her side bangs down. Her abs were visible through the glisten of her sweat and the cropped bottom of her T-shirt.
Melodie’s grip remains firm and claiming on Nova’s face as she starts walking, pulling on her face like a dog leash -“You’ll tell us your name backstage, is that okay with you?”- She asked, looking into her eyes with a gentle smile that hid her dominance in plain sight. The clicking of Melodie’s heels drummed across the floor as the 3 fans all looked at different places to hide their blush and anticipation.
Melodie chuckled, and teased -“If you’re ALL gonna be this shy on the way here, it’s gonna be pretty boring when we are all backstage.”-
Colette’s face exploded in a blush, she replied like a puppy trying to avoid scolding. -“Y-You know I get… s-shy… around new people…”- Her words then quickened, trying to close off the sentence with non existent confidence. -”And Bibi does too, e-eeven if she doesn’t want to say it.”- She pouted.
Bibi glared at Colette like she was about to kill her for saying that, and trying to salvage her persona, she replied roughly. -“Well, we can always just start fucking the moment the door closes, we won’t give her a moment to breathe…”- She faked a smirk and looked down at Nova’s ass. Turning the smirk to a truthful one as she burns the curves into her eyes before slapping and grabbing it roughly. -“That’s ok with you, right?”-
-“M-M-More than ok…”- She stuttered, her tone coming out breathy and impatient as she saw Melodie’s anticipating smirk. Bibi groped her ass harder, like she’s trying to squeeze another sentence out of her, she succeeds. -“My name’s… N-Nova, b-by the way…”-
Once backstage, Bibi and Colette practically tackled Nova and went straight into business. Their hands dive in and begin the assault on her body, their unforgiving fingers groping every corner of her softness with flesh tearing addiction, they start ripping her clothes off like a pack of starving zombies as their lips, tongues, teeth, and fingers trace over every crook and curve of Nova’s exposed skin, tasting her like they wanna commit her body to memory. Nova doesn’t push back, but rather, she starts removing whichever piece of clothing is closest from the two girls. She slides her hand under Bibi’s jacket, feeling the contrast in texture between her stomach and her breasts, she gropes and caresses the curve of her mounds before tracing her finger in the crease of Bibi’s abs. Colette’s knee comes up to press roughly against Nova’s pussy, and Bibi jumps up to maul Colette’s mouth.
Melodie finished taking off her bow, gloves, and boots, only to be left to watch over the scene with a slightly jealous expression. She claps her hands loudly, interrupting the erotic flow of her groupies -“Hey, eyes on me!!… Wasn’t I the reason you are here, anyways?”- Her tone was demanding, possessive, and echoed too firmly for any of them to argue against.
The order is heard clearly as Nova frees herself from the army of hands and fingers that buckled her knees and made her have to stumble towards Melodie’s still clothed figure, already drunk from lust and warmed up for whatever her idol has in store. Melodie waits with crossed arms and a stern look as Nova’s legs give out and makes her plummet onto her goddess, wrapping her arms around Melodie’s neck and nipping at the the skin of it, sucking on it and giving the idol too many hickeys for her to cover up tomorrow. Melodie remains unimpressed and disapproving as she starts guiding Nova’s hands to the hem of her skirt, her thigh highs, her clothed tits. She bites down on Nova’s shoulder and nearly draws blood, her entire body tensed by a fine line between frustration and impatience -“Come on… rip open your present, you fucking slut.”- She whispered firmly
Nova’s fingers obey like a slave and claw into Melodie’s clothing, tearing away her top and sliding down her skirt. She rips open Melodie’s yoga shorts and digs her nails into the newly exposed flesh, and instinctively wraps her fingers around Melodie’s shaft.
-“Good girl…”- her master rewards, scratching her behind the ears before gripping Nova’s mandible to claim her in a near enchanting kiss that makes Nova squeal right then and there, the sound muffled by Melodie’s own moan. Colette and Bibi kept themselves ignorant to that sight by staying pressed against the wall, devouring each other with learnt passion. It’s not until Colette’s eyes drift off from Bibi’s neck and onto Melodie’s body that they realise it. It has already started.
There were 4 women in that room, 3 were just fans, 2 had their virginity already claimed by the 1, the 1 idol who invaded all their thoughts when they touched themselves or had a wet dream, and the one who decided to conquer those fans with the fulfilment of those fantasies. The only commonality between them and their master was their naked bodies, with all of their clothing torn apart beyond what they could put on. Melodie’s girlcock was already hardening. From 8 to 9 inches, it still curved down and wobbled slightly as she took off her bracelets; from 9-11 inches, precum had already started to form at the tip as she started to press her hips against Nova’s stomach, but the weeb kept stroking it; 11-12 inches, it looked like it could tear open a torso and had veins that ran thick as pipes across the shaft. -“Don’t be shy now…”- She said as she pressed Nova’s fingertips harder around the base of her cock. She leaned down to speak into Nova’s ears, the air flowing with anticipating softness. -“The girls can tell you how gentle I’ll be when I break you…”-
Bibi came up from behind Melodie, groping her tits and sucking on her neck, Colette ripped away Nova’s grip on Melodie so she could replace Nova’s hand. Nova’s arms wrapped around Melodie’s waist, going to worship her girlcock with whatever friction her stomach can offer. Collete’s hands and mouth are all over the place, tongue is throat deep in Melodie, one hand strokes her shaft, the other hand fingering Nova’s pussy, she scissors inside it to open up Nova for her idol’s cock. Nova was starting to grind desperately down both women, biting down on Melodie’s shoulder like a stress toy while her hips vigorously pushed Colette’s fingers deeper. Bibi’s body started to go lower and lower, hands massaging Melodie’s legs, and mouth worshipping her inner thighs like it’s her final meal. Melodie’s eyes are glistening with lust, not even a squirm forming as her groupies diligently work to pleasure her and themselves. Bibi’s hand goes to finger her own pussy as she continues her masterpiece on Melodie’s thighs, Colette’s hips are grinding against the master’s thigh like a dog in heat, and Nova could have an orgasm from just another whisper to her ear. Bibi, Nova, and Colette start taking turns tasting Melodie’s tongue, pushing and pulling on her face like a bunch of spoiled pets to keep their idol’s mouth to themselves.
Melodie chuckled in the space she was given between kisses. -“Brats…”- She pushed down on Colette’s face to say -“Enough foreplay… you three, bend over.”- Her tone was still demmanding, but had a firm gentleness finishing off the order.
The demand straightened them up like a mass of soldiers as they all laid down on top of each other on the couch. Melodie walked forward and slapped her cock onto Colette’s ass, her hand coming up to her chin as the dense mass of her dick crashed down on the flesh. -“Right… who should I do first?”- She said as she ran her dick between each of the girl’s bodies. Her hand came to grope each hip before she settled her fingers into Nova. -“Riiiiight… I have to welcome the new girl.”- She sang playfully. Nova was sandwiched between Bibi and Colette, their arms already around her to keep her from squirming out. Melodie’s slick, glistening tip struggled to get inside, Nova’s moans of pain pleasure at the stretching muffled by Colette’s chest.
Melodie grew bored of gentleness quicker than she promised it, and thrust her hips 6 inches deep without warning. Nova’s scream of pleasure made Bibi frown with worry and Colette laugh like a hyena. Melodie’s thumb came down to caress Nova’s pussy lips with contradicting gentleness. -“Good girl… such a good girl… you took half of it like such a champ.”- She accentuated each pause with a playful smack. Colette couldn’t contain it anymore, she gripped Nova’s head and crashed her lips into a teeth breaking kiss, biting down on the bottom lip. Bibi was already sneaking her hand to rub Nova’s clit as Melodie started grinding her hips slowly. Minutes of this happened before Melodie decided her groupie was ready for another thrust. She grabbed Nova’s legs, threw them over her shoulders, and thrusted balls deep into her, the tip punched her cervix like a battle ram as her torso bulged up and forward from the 12 inch intrusion. Melodie groaned in satisfaction -“Fuuuuuck… You don’t get much action down there, do you? You’re so tight I don’t think it’s gonna…”-She pulled her hips back before thrusting roughly again, making Nova scream into Colette’s mouth. -“Fuck… yes…”- She gasped -”It’s pulling me in like a suction cup!! I might…”- She paused to see if she could thrust the tip right inside the womb, then moaned loudly as Nova’s walls sealed her owner’s shaft. -”I might ‘acidentally’ cum inside if it’s this tight…”- Her thrusting quickened into a drilling pace, breeding her can like a rabbit as the tip got so deep inside that her pre-cum was already leaking into the womb. She continued.
First 20 minutes, she needed to shred her insides and threw off Colette from over Nova to put her in a mating press, leaving Colette as just a pent up witness as Bibi was getting crushed under the weight of Nova and her master’s thrusts. 40 minutes, Nova’s already come a couple times, Melodie came once without warning or notice, she gripped Bibi’s ankle and threw her off from under Nova, sliding her cock out before placing herself behind her. She rubbed the tip of her cock against Nova’s slit, waiting for her to inhale so she’s caught as off guard as possible when she thrusts balls deep again, this time with Nova’s pussy loosened enough to take it in one go. Melodie wrapped her arms under Nova’s knees and pulled them all the way up to her head, pinning her in a full Nelson. Her balls were already tightening as if waiting to cum, the suspicion confirmed by her frantic moaning -“Breed… breed… breed breed breed BREEEED!!”- She squealed. Bibi and Colette were jealous, their master never wanted to put a baby in them, and this new girl can just get that treatment TWICE because she had a pretty outfit and didn’t speak much?
Nova, on the other hand, had just been too lost in pleasure to speak. She knew that if she spoke, it would just be an incoherent moan or whimper, her brain was fried and turned to mush. 10 minutes later, Melodie pushed her down on her cock for the last time before cumming. The tip thrusting so hard against her cervix her cum hit the womb like a missile. Nova plopped down onto the couch, and whimpered at the loss of Melodie’s thick length, having spasms from being fucked so roughly through her orgasm. Melodie sat down spread her legs on the couch before giving a confused look to Colette and Bibi, who were just standing there in awe and envy. Melodie pat her inner thigh before ordering -“Hey, there’s at least 6 more rounds I wanna go for. What are you waiting for?”-
In the same vein as with Nova, Melodie bred her groupies for hours before half the rounds she said were done.After doing a concert, and jackhammering 3 fans into risk of pregnancy for 3 and a half hours. She decided to take it slow, and focus on the women that were so dedicated to her. She took all of their still squirming bodies and placed them down gently on the couch: she massaged their legs, kissed their stomachs, she ran her fingers through each of the women’s hair before lying down with them. Starr nuzzled into her breasts like a puppy, Bibi gave small kisses to Melodie’s shoulders, and Colette licked and sucked on her neck in her usual bizarreness. They stayed like that for another hour. Melodie whispered sweet talk into each of her followers’ ears. She leaned to her left and told Bibi how much she loves when she blushes everytime someone laughs at the corny one-liners that come out in competitions or fights. She leaned slightly to her right to tell Colette that she’s never seen anyone be so smart, so articulate, and so passionate, but still hide her blush with her notebook when she meets new people. Her head tilted down as she looked at Nova, her face softening as she realises she doesn’t know her enough to gift her with a compliment. Regardless, she places a soft kiss to her cheek and whispers -“And I can’t wait to see all those quirks you’ll show me, Nova”-
They spend 20, maybe 30 minutes cuddling like that, resting on Melodie as their bodies start to stretch out the aftermath of their orgy. Colette starts to nestle in more comfortably, until her leg accidentally rubs against Melodie’s cock again, noticing how hard it still is. -“Oh, right…”- She starts stroking her length to full hardness, her wrist moving in a slow, constant rhythm that makes Melodie whimper in satisfaction -“You still had 3 more rounds left in there…”- Bibi and Nova look at Melodie’s cock, diving in to suck the pleasure out, and making Colette follow through. Melodie looks down at their adoring stares, Colette’s pointed at her cock, Bibi’s at her thighs, and Nova’s at her eyes. She speaks up -“Y-You girls don’t have to…”- Her hips buck forward as a smooth moan slips from her mouth when Colette sucks on the tip. Nova strokes the base and kisses the shaft as Bibi sucks and licks Melodie’s groin and balls. They keep a slow and steady rhythm, and Melodie lets them adjust their positions all they want. Colette slowly stretches her throat out until she can suck deep enough to meet Nova’s lips on her shaft. Nova comes up and decides to make out with Melodie as she keeps her hand stroking the base of her cock, the other gently massages her breast. Bibi wastes no space and climbs up to kiss and bite Melodie’s torso, tracing her worshipping lips across the crest of her hips, digging her fingers into her sides, leaving marks all across the waist she knows Melodie has no outfits to cover. Their hips all grind against her, Colette rubbing against her shin, Bibi at the thigh, and Nova at the forearm. Melodie’s soft orgasms have the noise swallowed by the cosplayer’s tongue, the seed swallowed by Colette, and her spasming core kissed to relaxation by Bibi. This harmony of tongues, hands, legs, torsos, lips, and eyes that look to say “I’m here for your pleasure” to whoever they meet continues for longer or shorter than they can remember, eventually leaving every single body in the room spent and satisfied. Gentle stretching and hydration follows suit as Melodie calls her chauffeur to pick them all up. They get dressed with whichever clothes weren’t ripped apart in their passion.
The trip to the hotel is a sloppy, tired make out of 4 souls that need each other too much to care about the exhaustion off their bodies, they tilt and press against each other’s faces in whichever way they can find for all of them to kiss at the same time, making every lip touch every lip, and every tongue embrace every tongue. Every hand touches every thigh, every palm and finger fondles every breast.
The car comes to a stop, and Bibi opens the door with hesitation, knowing the room is more comfortable, but not wanting to stay apart from their touch for even a second. Colette clings onto Nova’s arm as they walk towards the elevator. They steal a couple of French kisses from each other before they get to the room. And finally plop down on the king sized bed.
Melodie lies at the bottom, offering her body as a fire to be warmed around. Colette buried her face in Melodie’s waist, then wrapped her arms around it, and finally wrapped one of her master’s legs around her to secure that safe sense of submission to steady her heartbeat. Nova brings one of Melodie’s arms to her cheek as she rests her head on her chest, she places one hand on the thigh secured around Colette, and the other stroking her idol’s tricep on her face. Bibi’s resting her entire body on the other side of Melodie, face and torso trusting her goddess’ to keep them supported, Melodie’s arm is wrapped securely around Bibi’s shoulders, and stroking mindless patterns into her exposed back. The last love sighs of the night are breathed out, and heartbeats synchronise into a lulling vibration that ends this concert on a high note.