The Gamer Chapter 1926 – Consolidation

Eliana charged through the door. Shards of glass and wood scattered everywhere, still bouncing off the floor by the time the pretty little psycho had leapt over the hardwood table and into his lap. Her ass came to rest on his lap and Siena’s face. The legroom of the office desk was, as was custom for his office, busy.

Not as busy as his lips became though. Eliana pressed her purple-tinted mouth on his with an assertiveness completely atypical for the pale-skinned Pole. Distance and want could make even the shyest of submissives into an aggressive kisser. John encouraged her by putting his hand on the back of her head.

Who didn’t like to be missed?

Eliana bunched the cloth of his collar between her hands. Their kiss was sloppy, interrupted by intense inhales by the thick-thighed bundle of nerves. She inhaled his scent in a way that no metaphor could compare to. The huffing and puffing of a woman that finally got to smell her man again was truly unique.

It took minutes for her to calm down enough that John could get a word in, “I was with you not ten…” he was stopped by another smooch, “…minutes ago.”

“That was – your – stupid – fucking – non-smelling – boring – ass – third – body, you – absolute – cunt-licking – garbage – human.” Every word was interrupted by another kiss on his lips, his cheeks, his nose or whatever else part of him Eliana felt like tasting. “I hate you, you total asshole!” she shouted, then collapsed into a wimpy attitude. “Sorry, that was a bit much…?”

“It’s all good,” he assured her and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Eliana moaned loudly.

That had little to do with his lips and everything with the shadow spirit. Siena had slipped aside the black leather thong that was the bottom part of Eliana’s usual outfit and penetrated her drenched quim with her monstrously long tongue.

The question of what had happened to the robe worn over Eliana’s typical get-up was answered by the black-horned maid that turned the corner. The article of clothing was orderly folded over her left arm. “It is my pleasure to have returned to you, Master.” Aclysia bowed at the perfect angle to give him the deepest possible look into the cleavage of her decently sized chest. “May I help myself to the justified craving of serving you?”

“You may,” John answered and watched as Aclysia turned to the coat-hanger. She put up the robe, then began to walk towards him. Every step looked like she was resisting a magnetic force, pulling her towards him. The corners of her lips trembled in a great effort to retain the even, graceful look on her face. Her eyes did not manage to keep up, showing just a bit too much white to belong to someone entirely sane.

She bent down, brushed a strand of silvery-white hair behind her pointy ear, and then claimed her share of kisses. A pink flare went through the entirety of the mental connection, a supernova of love and obsession that had other members of the network send back flustered responses by mistake.

Aclysia didn’t care. All she wanted, she got when she grabbed his hand and moved it to her round derriere. What more could an ass man want than sink his fingers into that juicy meat? Sinking his other hand into the behind of another, shorter, almost as endowed woman. Every synapse in his brain was occupied with sending the happy signals from having his favourite part of the female physique in the palms of his hands.

The two women trembled and climaxed. One of them was getting eaten out, the other was having her first touch of her Master’s true body in days. John would have loved to say that Aclysia was the one spasming more intensely, but that would have been a lie. His presence was an aphrodisiac to his first maid unlike any other, strong enough to push her over the edge, but Eliana was of the same grade of submissiveness and she had a tongue pushing all of the right buttons inside her. It was clear which one of the two was riding out the stronger orgasm.

‘It really doesn’t matter,’ John thought and pushed away the little part of his inflated ego that thought it did. As long as all of his women were happy and satisfied, so was he. ‘It’s only been a week, huh…?’

The sobering thought dampened his mood enough that the women around him noticed. The kiss broke, Siena stopped pumping his cock with her right hand, and Eliana ceased pressing against him like a needy cat. He didn’t tell them that it was fine, because that would have been a lie. Unbidden, the realization had hit him.

This was the last day of the week his parents had died.

Being human was a strange experience at times like this. Feeling aroused was suddenly a sensation he considered inappropriate with his active mind, purely because of an intrusive thought that he refused to let go. One day the scales would tip and he would have put enough distance between himself and the grief to give the libido the win. Right now, despite being covered in women, he deflated.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered.

Siena moved out of the leg compartment, to smile at him with her dark lips. “You’ve been treating us better than anyone could ask for, my saviour,” she told him. The voice of the sadistic woman was soft as a pillow and John did let his mind rest in those tones. “Enough business for the day, you should treat yourself to pleasure.”

John looked at the battle plans on his screen. He was partaking in a collaborative effort to simulate battle lines and what to do if certain offenses were interrupted or delayed and what knock-on effects that would have. He wasn’t necessary for any of it beyond the fact that he was more quick-witted than anyone else participating.

“Yeah, I should,” John agreed and got up. While he walked to the teleporter, he made sure to excuse himself across his other 2 bodies. He wanted to enjoy this evening in full.

The Creator Puppet had remained in LA, where it advised the war council of the Mandate of Heaven and relayed the words of the empress to her body double. The Ambassador Double remained within talking distance of Romulus, accompanying the Order contingent that was attached to the Greater Empire for the sake of convenience. The relevant forces of Rex Germaniae, Fusion and the Illuminati were all either atop the Guild Hall, which had now settled next to Goblin Capital (a fairly uncreative name), or within said city.

Their lines were consolidated and so John had seen it appropriate to call his own harem together as well. When the next push came, he would attack with all of them by his side. Full force was the only realistic way to end this. Overwhelming force would have been preferable, but by all available data the Lorylim had been sitting up in Alaska for at least as long as the Death Zone was around and they absolutely had built out that base further than Enki’s Sanctum. If it hadn’t been before the war, it certainly was much, much bigger now, 200’000 casualties later.

The final campaign of the war would be a horrifically unpleasant affair. Not only were they going to grind into the Lorylim at the peak of their biomass and preparation, they would also have to scout through Alaska in the depth of December, one of the coldest, least developed parts of the world. Even Abyssal soldiers could freeze in the conditions up there, up to a certain level.

John dispensed with those considerations and let himself be pulled from the teleporter to the shower. When he emerged from it, he was met with the glorious sight of this entire harem, sharing the same Couch. It was a sight straight out of his dreams and the regular routine he strived to get back to.

Aclysia and Eliana pulled him down to his preferred spot in the turn of the U-shape of the Couch. Lu Zhi was quick to sit down in his lap, her perfect ass every bit as naked as the rest of his women. Lydia was the exception to this, having opted for revealing lingerie. The Queen of Mithril was flirting with the first queen of Fusion, or whatever title was appropriate for Rave.

Siena strutted over and settled between Undine and Claire, which put her between the elementals and the maids. Undine, Sylph, Salamander, Gnome and Stirwin were clumped together around a corner of the table, playing a board game. Beatrice, Claire, Ehtra, Momo and Nahoa were next to them, the maids engaging in some collective grooming and stretching for his viewing pleasure.

Nia was in a make-out session with Metra, a skinny and a toned blonde fencing with their tongues. Scarlett had taken one of her arms off and was wagging her finger at Hailey, who was fixing something about the internal mechanisms. The sight made John wonder if he was supposed to introduce a rule of keeping limbs on outside the workshop.

Lee was doing as a Lee did and shouted at her phone, complaining about some stupid full-crit meta. Next to her, Nightingale watched the youngest member of the harem with the amusement of a more mature woman. Lorelei sat next to them, contemplatively turning a religious symbol in her hands.

For all of the glory of nubile women before him, there was a missing link that stood out with the intensity of a missing tooth. “Where is Delicia?” he asked.

“In her laboratory,” Nightingale informed him. “With Lyndell, no doubt.”

The response tore John two ways. Delicia had been with them earlier when he had touched down, so she had shown that she knew not to hole up the entire time. The selfish desire to see his entire harem together clashed with the fact that Delicia worked on two truly important tasks. One was a way to cure the Lorylim scars, the other was further research into the cure that they had. In the absence of a way to mass produce it, she would at least want to make as much of it as possible. Every vial was a potential life saved.

John was worried that she would overwork herself, but if ever there was a reason to work oneself to the bone, this was it.

“…I will check on her in the morning,” he decided.

The policy was met with disappointed but understanding reactions.

A bunch of other conversations were worth having and John aimed to have all of them before they engaged on the (hopefully) final campaign of the war. For now, though, he was content leaning back and let Aclysia and Eliana use his shoulders as their headrests. After the shower, his libido had returned in full force, a fact that the bottom-heavy shortie on top of him deeply appreciated.

“You are playing an exceptionally dangerous game,” John warned Lulu.

“Just… a little bit… more…!” the imperial tomboy responded in heated tones. Her hips were rocking back and forth, making the swollen mons of her womanhood glide over his rigid shaft. One small change of angle and that carefully guarded virginity would be his to claim.

John barely managed to withstand that desire for conquest until Lulu had used the simple back and forth to completion. It took barely any time at all, by any objective standard. Between her being horny and his pleasure modifiers, she was throwing her head back within half a minute. After she calmed down, she moved to the much less dangerous position of kneeling between his legs.

“I said I’m going to suck the soul out of your dick, didn’t I?” she mused.

“Many have tried, you won’t be the last,” the Gamer mocked her.

A tomboy, especially an imperial one, responded to that kind of challenge with a twinkle in her eye and a wide open mouth. With a muffled moan and a groan, the entirety of his cock disappeared in her throat.

“And when is it my fucking turn, huh?” Eliana asked.

John gave her a devastatingly annoyed glare. “When I tell you it is.”

“Yes, Master, I am sorry, Master, the three fingers, please, Master.”

“Wow, I have seen my share of 2koma Instant Losses, but that’s a new record,” Lee threw in.

John pushed one finger into Eliana’s pussy. As much as he loved his plunges, those required a specific mood. 90% of the time, easing the woman up the girth-ladder was strictly advisable, and the remaining 10% of the time, it was never a bad idea. Aclysia got the same treatment.

“With your porn addiction, ya probably did look through every page of the tag on r34,” Rave teased her fellow haremette.

“All of them? No, but a whole bunch, yes,” Lee admitted. “I like brat getting turned into the bottom of a mating press. I like it a lot.”

“With or without the corner window that shows the girl getting knocked up?” Rave investigated.

“It’s not a must have, but if it’s there, I’ll take it. It’s hot.” Lee cleared her throat. “Wouldn’t mind getting knocked up that way myself.”

“I’ll take it under advisement. Anyone else want to confess to preferred ways of getting bred?” John asked, then winked at Lu Zhi. Even with her cheeks caved in and mouth stretched from the suction, Lulu managed to look annoyed. Her deepthroating blowjob only grew more aggressive in her attempts to make him lose control over his faculties. Alas, he probably had the highest blowjob to lifetime ratio in human history – if not over his entire life, then at least over the last two years. He knew how to remain outwardly cool while getting fantastic head.

Normally he did show it openly when he loved what he was getting, this was just a special occasion.

“Can we arrange, like, a bed on top of a fucking volcano or something?” Salamander asked.

“Is that a regular volcano or is it literal fucking volcano?” Sylph wondered.

“Uhhh, don’t think John is fucking an actual volca-“ Sylph pointed at Nathalia. “-A fair point,” Salamander admitted.

“On your throne,” Nathalia used the opportunity to make her voice heard. “Potentially while livestreaming the event to your – our – subjects, although I am undecided on that point.”

“I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that,” John admitted. There was a strange but nonetheless existent barrier between their regular sex and their baby-making sex that made the latter something he wanted to keep off the cameras. It was to a point that he didn’t even want private recordings of it, something he was more than fine with despite his otherwise clear retreat from the world of pornography.

“Uhm, c-can I bring up something sexual I find a bit… icky?” Gnome asked, then looked around when the rest of the room fell silent. “W-why is everyone quiet now?”

Momo had the answer to that question, “Because there’s nothing more important to our orgies than shared enthusiasm. If there’s something anyone finds ‘icky’ that needs to be considered.”

“As book fairy said,” Metra agreed.

“What bothers you, oh cuddle rock?” Nia inquired.

“I’m listening,” Lu Zhi assured, having stopped in her oral efforts, just as John had stopped fingering Eliana and Aclysia for the moment.

“So, uh… that.” Gnome pointed at Scarlett’s arm on the table. “It doesn’t bother me if you have to… you know, take it off to repair it and stuff like that, but I saw you and John doing it while you had no limbs whatsoever and that made me kind of… squeamish.”

“Oh, so it’s not just me,” Momo remarked, then looked around the room for people that did feel similarly about it.

“I concur,” Claire agreed.

That made it three haremettes that had an active dislike to that particular act, not that they had needed more than one for Scarlett’s answer to be the correct one. “Alright then, if we do that again, we’ll make sure you won’t be around and we’re keeping it out of the orgies.”

“S-sorry about that…” Gnome apologized.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” John assured her. “It’s barely an inconvenience for us and if you feel that way, you feel that way… It is on the more extreme side of things. I can’t even tell you why the robot arms make it okay, I don’t like the whole amputation idea on anyone else. I wouldn’t even ask Undine to mimic the look.”

“Fantastic, then we do not need to talk about it anymore!” Momo declared loudly.

The topic was indeed dropped. Fun as it could be to tease people about their insecurities, that was for less vulnerable moments and only in limited amounts. Following a heartfelt request up with a tease just sounded mocking and mocking within the harem should only be done in the name of banter.

Undine smiled slightly. “If we do not talk at all, Sylph’s head will explode.”

“It’s true!” The volt bunny bounced to her feet. Standing on the Couch, she was, for once, the tallest of them all. “I must chat and be merry, for if I do not, then I will turn into a massive boom of confetti and follow Marvin to the afterlife!”

“…Who is Marvin?” Nightingale asked.

“A huuuuuuge gummy bear, like, five times as big as I am!”

“Five times as big as you were,” Undine corrected.

“Oh, right, I am big now. Hey, Sally, remember when we could go, like, super small? Like, tiny?”

“We were about hand size.”

“You were about hand size; I was about thumb size.”

“Was she that small?” Salamander asked.

“Iiiiiii… don’t think quite -oh God- that small, but sm-ah-ller than you,” John answered, his voice going all over the place. Lulu had found the magic button and he had been pulled out of the entranced state of concentration. The result was that his toes curled while he tried to keep his spirit within his flesh. The tomboy hummed triumphantly around his cock.

As they said: a bragger and his cum were soon parted.