Collide Gamer

A pleased hum rose from John’s throat. It was the first sound he made that morning, immediately followed by a lustful groan. Slick lips glided up and down his shaft in rapid bobs. Whoever was sucking him off was doing so with impressive enthusiasm. Every up and down took the entirety of his large cock from the puckered lips to the depths of her throat.

‘Time to get into old habits,’ John thought. For the duration of the war and the immediate aftermath, he had not taken the time to play his daily guessing game. He had still gotten morning service on most days, it was just this levity that he had dispensed with among all the other emotions. Now that he had dedicated himself to returning to their happy times, it was only appropriate to spend his time in ways that made him happy.

Guessing which haremette had managed to claim his morning load was definitely his favourite way to start a day.

The enthusiasm was not as large a hint as it usually would have been. They had not yet transitioned fully out of the ‘thank God we are still alive’ level of sex. To call the mood within the harem rakish would have been an understatement. Even having slept surrounded by the scent, John could smell the sweet pheromones of horny women on every inhale. His own cock was harder than a steel rod.

A bigger hint on who it was that dedicated her mouth to service came through the tickling of hair on his lower abdomen. The particular way that the strands brushed over his skin hinted at a messy texture and the number of women with long, messy bangs in his harem was decent, but not the majority.

Further limiting who was working his cock as if it were her personal deity was the length and point of her tongue. The muscle coiled around his manhood, clinging to him even when she glided upwards. The prehensile tongue was a little smoother and notably pointier than a human one. It was a dragon’s tongue.

Since there were no enormous tits brushing against his legs, Nathalia was out. That left him with Aclysia and Beatrice. A tricky distinction, since the two had almost the same blowjob style. What John could rely on was the hint of the hairs. Aclysia wore her bangs swept left, Beatrice hers swept right. Therefore, this had to be…

“...Aclysia,” John grunted.

The head maid opened her mind. A flood of delighted pink, which would have given the answer away instantly, connected to his thoughts. ‘Affirmative!’ the white-haired woman answered gleefully. A muffled moan reverberated around his cock when he grabbed her horns. They were perfect handles, smooth and swung in such a way that he could hold a firm grip.

“Be my morning relief maid,” he ordered her. A quivering nod around his cock was all the confirmation he needed. His Perk to make his orders pleasurable mixed with her Perk that made obeying him pleasurable to make the ensuing fucking of her throat a multi-orgasmic journey.

John had not put in his contact lenses, but he could see her face perfectly before his mental eye anyhow. First, her fluttering eyelids while he hammered up into her mouth and then her ecstatically distorted features when he knelt in front of her, seeking a better angle to make her his comfort hole.

The rest of the harem stirred from their slumber, awoken by Aclysia’s orgasmic cries and the smacking of his heavy balls against her chin. Despite the rapid pace, John stayed at the edge of orgasm for a long time. His body was clinging onto the first load of the day. Aclysia’s cheeks were sucked in, she needed him to fill her up.

One more thrust and he was finally ready to spill his seed inside her. Her plush lips remained pressed against the base of his cock. When his shaft tensed within her throat, the muffled scream of the first maid followed instantly. Cum surged into her stomach and pussy juice audibly gushed from her pussy, staining the sheets of their Newman-sized bed.

Each spurt was a moment of liberation. His muscles relaxed while his mind steeled for the difficulties of the coming day. Aclysia’s love embraced his soul, wrapping him up in a cocoon of trust and desire. There truly was no brighter nor more beautiful start to the day.

“Here are your contact lenses, dominant creature.” Ehtra managed to sound both affectionate and annoyed. She pressed her huge breasts against his back and a small box into his hand.

With well-seasoned movements, John Possessed the lenses and put them into place. A few blinks later, he was comfortable with them in place. “You love to see it,” he hummed, feasting on the view of Aclysia. The fat-bottomed maid was on all fours. The intensity of the facefucking stained her face with saliva and precum. Past her lips, her tongue rubbing up against his shaft, helping every little trickle still stuck in his shaft along.

John dragged his cock out of Aclysia’s throat. The tight ring of her lips made sure she got every drop she had worked for. “Thank you for using your maid, Master,” she cooed afterwards.

“Thank you for being in my life.” He ran his hand through her straight, silky hair. “I’ll have a busy day, can we pull breakfast ahead?”

“Affirmative.” Aclysia licked her lips, then sat up. Even with her face so ‘ruined’ by the rough treatment, she was only ever gorgeous. She smiled back at him, then climbed out of the bed. “Bae, Ehtra, Nahoa, please accompany me to the kitchen.”

“””Affirmative,””” the three maids answered in unison.

John gave the First of Hatred a kiss on the cheek before she pulled away. Four women were required to prepare breakfast for the entire harem – and it was the entire harem. Even Lu Zhi was present, her stay a lot easier to justify since she could just teleport back to Taiwan whenever. John planned to move the teleporter to Beijing soon enough. They were past pretensions now. What remained was a plausible deniability that no one believed in.

Not that a teleporter was even that necessary. Lee just had to find the time once to leave a Protected Space in the area and then they had a permanent access point.

“Alright, I mean it when I say I’ll have a busy day!” John had to playfully give Sylph a push, before the horny volt bunny could resume the orgy train.

“Aaaaaaand!” Rave joined in the announcement. “I called a harem meeting last night for this morning, so y’all better get to getting up.”

“You can’t steal Hailey’s thing, that’s Hailey’s thing!” Sylph chirped.

Rave stuck out her tongue. “What’s yours is mine, what’s hers is also mine.”

There were yawns and half-hearted declarations around. After some squirming and stretching some of the less morning-adjusted people, everyone joined John on his way to the showers.

He only stayed in the bath as long as he needed to get clean. That did include a tit job by Delicia, such was her chosen duty as the cleaning maid, but otherwise it was a pretty un-lewd affair by harem standards. After no more than fifteen minutes, he was on the Couch. The rest of the harem gradually joined him.

“This is not necessary,” Lydia told him.

“Don’t care, I want to do this.” John was on all fours on the Couch, his head already between the queen’s thighs. Drawing little circles onto her freshly washed skin, he made his way to her pussy. The scent of her citrusy choice of soap filled his nostrils. There was a metallic element to the sweetness he tasted from her lower lips a moment later. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥

Recently, John had returned to giving his women more frequent oral service. It had started because he had honestly felt bad about the way he had treated them during the final fight and was continuing to be part of his daily rituals because he had rediscovered that he really liked it. There was a particular enjoyment to be drawn from using his tongue and only his tongue. The limited reach tickled the methodical parts of his brain and it was nice to just observe their reactions.

Lydia had no further objections to being eaten out as soon as his curved tongue found the sensitive spot on the roof of her tight pussy.

“You can still listen, Lyly?” Rave asked.

“Y-yeah,” the queen gasped.

“Ya can still talk, John?”

“Easier to get a tongue out of a vagina than a penis out of a throat,” he remarked, before getting back to business.

“Then I call this full harem meeting open,” Rave declared. “We got a bunch of stuff to chew through. I’d like to go through the less contentious topics first. First up, my upcoming marriage.”

“Having dragged that forward so suddenly is an, uhm… sudden move?” Gnome shook her head. “There has to be a better way to put that…”

“We got the point,” Lee assured. “Not going to say that I disagree with the decision though.”

“Kinda goes against the whole ‘day of anniversary’ play y’all got goin’.” Hailey threw her proverbial hat into the ring, although she did actually wear a hat. It did look extra amusing because she was otherwise naked, like the vast majority of present haremettes.

“Ja, but…” Rave raised a finger, “…I think we all waited enough. We deserve to take things to the next step after all of that.”

No disagreement was heard around the room. After letting out a loud moan, Lydia said, “The people of Fusion-ngh… will also appreciate a festivity.”

Siena gently squeezed the throat of the shortstacked maid sitting in her lap. “Everyone likes to indulge in victory.”

“I think we can realistically aim for the week from the 13th of January to the 19th,” John chimed in. “If we put all of our expertise together, that is more than possible. Everyone who is still in Fusion will get the chance to return home and those who we wish to invite will have time to relax before coming back.”

“About 3 weeks to organize a royal wedding, quite ambitious.” Lu Zhi tapped her chin with a jade fan. “The event being so close means I can justify staying under that angle. That will keep me from having to face Vinh for some more time.”

“Guess we can spin that right onto the next topic.” Rave opened up a Harem Comms window. No doubt that it was a list of matters that the broader harem had agreed to address. “John, if ya could stop tongue-fucking Lyly for a bit, this is about her.”

John did as instructed. Both he and the queen sat up straight. “I presume that this is about the matter of my own wedlock?”

“Yours and Lulu’s,” Rave said. “’Cause ya two are royals and all that, we’re pretty much all in agreement that ya get to skip any seniority questions that might still be open.”

Lu Zhi reclined and threw one leg over the other. “Originally my wedding could have been delayed. Alas, our plans have been thoroughly dashed by reality and idiots.”

“Pretty sure your primary issue is that you went ahead and pulled out the Cardinal Beasts without thinking much about it,” Metra teased.

“I very much include myself among those idiots,” the imperial tomboy responded. “What’s been broken can only be mended with gold. Now that our plan of smooth sailing has been dashed, the Mandate requires closer ties to Fusion swiftly.”

“We can begin planning our marriages as soon as the one with Rave concludes,” John agreed. “I will propose to you, publicly, at an appropriate time.” A smirk spread on his face. “I’ll surprise you.”

“Good, good – I am looking forward to calling you hubby without getting a death glare for it.”

“I can glare plenty until then,” Rave warned.

Lulu laughed with just a hint of nervousness and immediately changed the topic. “The question here is the question of splendour. Understand that the Mandate of Heaven cannot be seen to celebrate a marriage with luxury lesser than that of my fellow wives.”

“On that you will find no issue here,” Lydia spoke. “I insist on a marriage of a withdrawn character, for a royal affair.”

“Whatever we’re gonna put together in 3 weeks ain’t gonna be of royal character either,” Rave said. “Probably will be more like a big open air festival.”

Tianlong curled down Lulu’s arms, the dragon coming to a new resting position a moment after. It must have said something to the Heavenly Jade Empress through their bond. Whatever it was, she did not bring it up. “Splendid! We are in agreement then.”

“Which brings us to the next 3 topics of the harem. Lorelei, ya wanted to take the lead on this.”

“Indeed.” The only fully clothed person in the room stood up and folded her hands before her waist. The respect with which she bowed her head, the calmness in every motion, only made the following announcement more absurd and arousing. “It has become evident that John and his lifestyle are to be classified as holy within the doctrine of the Order of the Golden Rose.”

Salamander laughed. “I can’t imagine that will have a lot of support.”

“This might cause a schism,” Nightingale said.

“I appreciate your concern for the health of our holy institution, but I assure that no such difficulties will arrive. John’s Sainthood will be indisputable. If I may, it already is… but I need not preach to you. Even if your faith is not my own, we all pray at the same altar of love.” Lorelei clasped her hands and raised them to her chest. “It is thus only just and proper that our beloved expands his harem as much as we all desire. There shall be as many women by our sides as we enjoy and as many wombs to carry his blessed seed as our household ought to hold.”

“Fucking shit, Lorelei, you sound crazier than Claire,” Eliana threw in.

“As far as I am concerned, she is in line and totally correct,” the vampire maid responded.

“You would think that,” Momo drawled sarcastically.

“As if you truly disagree with the sentiment,” Nahoa shot back with an evil smirk on her face. “I know what books you read, Momo, and they are not ones where the protagonist stops.”

“Shaddup!”

“Be assured that the harmony of the harem is my goal above all else,” Lorelei continued as swiftly as she could. “Now that Izha no longer clouds my vision, I see the thread of gold and purple, the path of fate towards the one true future. John is unique in all the world and only he shall be exempt from the usual doctrine of the Order of the Golden Rose.”

Undine was the one to raise her voice next, “It is not the doctrine of the Order that we worry about. Religious fervour in expanding the harem runs counter to the goal we had in coming to a stable point.”

“Be assured, then, that this is my aim as well. It is not rapid expansion that I aim for, but the expansion of those worthy of his blessed seed.” Lorelei shook her head and sat back down. “I may have gone overboard on the preaching. I apologize, the beauty of the revelation remains a golden light within my mind… the matters three which I must bring up are those of Lyndell, Fianna and Layla.”

“And we’re gonna keep Layla for the end of the talk,” Rave insisted. “Lyndell first – I think we all agree that she’s adorable and a good fit for us?”

Glances were exchanged between the haremettes. John watched it unfold with more of a detached feeling, like he was having an out of body experience. It was the typical mental state he got into whenever he was allowed to sit-in during these harem-internal talks.

Usually, he was excluded from them. Not by any harsh admonishment or secrecy. He was invited and given an exact time and date, but it was the quiet agreement that it was best if he let the girls have their talks amongst themselves regularly. Sometimes he was actually told not to come, although that was very rare.

This internal bonding time was likely the most important factor in the stability of the harem. Had it not been for Rave, Aclysia and Gnome tending to the harmony amongst his girls, John likely would have either had a very, very loose collection of friend groups that added up to his harem or, more likely, just a bunch of fuck buddies that barely knew each other. They could have even despised one another, had it not been for the intimacy between them.

So, he did as a smart person should when he was present and mostly spoke when spoken to. They had their power over this social structure. He respected that deeply.

“To be the voice of reason here,” Momo eventually spoke up, “we don’t actually know her that well. She doesn’t even know herself that well either.”

“I do agree with your characterization of the situation,” Lydia chimed in, only to do what no one expected, “yet, I do disagree,”

“You… think we can let Lyndell join fast?” the fairy maid was far from the only flabbergasted person in the room. Momo and Lydia were the gatekeeper duo of the harem. For anyone who aimed to join, they formed the final boss.

“As far as her character goes, we have known her for all of her relevant life,” Lydia listed her reasons. “Any doubts about her intentions have been eliminated alongside the Lorylim. Deception is not within her reasonable actions. She is independently powerful and thus does not need to exploit John. Further, she was willing to sacrifice herself to bring about Tiamat’s end and our salvation. Therefore, I believe her to have heroic qualities.” The queen paused for a moment. “I do not advocate that we march into her room this second to invite her in, but I believe a timeframe of a month will be sufficient to make the final call.”

“That… sounds agreeable?” Momo looked around the room. All nodded.

“Next one, next one!” Sylph chirped. “The sexy cat sniper!”

“Fianna is difficult,” Lydia stated her thoughts. “I barely know her. Scarlett, you have interacted with her the most?”

“Nightingale and I.” Scarlett was inspecting her arm as she spoke. She had gotten a new set of limbs that still retained the doll aesthetic while incorporating much softer materials. It was very important, especially when it came to the thighs. Now that he was back to regular oral favours, having hard legs squish his head was the worst. “Simple analysis: she’s thought about it properly. She’s efficient, honest, and I like her well enough.”

“High praise from our libertarian sourpuss,” Lee threw in.

“I’m about to step on you.”

“Oh no, step on the masochist, whatever will she do,” the gamer girl sassed back. “Yeah, that’s right, ya ain’t got any power on this power bottom.”

“Lee, I love ya, but ya ain’t a power bottom,” Hailey, the actual power bottom around, drawled. “You’re a deer made of fleshlights.”

“That sounds so wrong.”

“Focus!” Nathalia’s voice cracked across the room like a whip. “I am holding my tongue in anticipation of the dire topic, stop derailing us!”

The room went silent for a brief moment. It took Rave clearing her throat to get things moving again. “So, the jury is still out on Fianna. Gotta interact with her more, that’s right?”

“A disappointing verdict, if I may say so, but the expected one,” Lorelei said. “Which brings us to the sin committed.”

Nathalia immediately seized the moment. “You breached this… sisterhood’s sacred trust by inviting one to our dwelling without our knowing.” The incandescent gaze of the dragoness snapped from Claire, to Aclysia, to Lorelei and Momo. “It is only the spread of conspirators that prevents me from seething with rage. I have waited patiently until this time. I demand a good explanation now.”

John was honestly with her on that one. There was a lot of shifting around inside the harem at that moment. By the time that Layla had been revealed, as John understood, at least half the women had known about her already. Of the other half, not everyone was as angry about it all as Nathalia.

“I will speak bluntly,” Claire said. “I thought it was for the best.”

“You thought you could – unilaterally – decide that it was for the best to invite a stranger into our Palace?!” Nathalia roared.

“Yes,” Claire responded wholeheartedly.

There was a staring match between the two women. It ended, abruptly, with Nathalia crossing her arms and forcefully dropped against the backrest. “I see,” she said simply.

‘God, I love this harem,’ John thought. It wasn’t that Nathalia was no longer angry. Her shoulders remained pulled back, her muscles twitching, and her jaw circled as if she was chewing on something persistent. It was just that they all trusted each other. Thus, when Claire declared she had made a decision fully thinking it was the best one, even the angriest of them could respect that much.

“I want to hear it from you two,” the dragoness now focused on Claire and Aclysia alone. “What were you thinking?”

“When I first caught her, I was ready to throw her out with all of the usual punishments. When I had her mesmerized, she gave me answers that no other stalker ever gave me. Answers from the heart, answers not focused on her joy, but that of Master. It moved my heart,” Claire said.

“Claire’s verdict and shared memories swayed me on the matter,” Aclysia added.

“…And you?” Nathalia then turned to Momo and Lorelei.

“Okay, I will be… honest and admit that I also like it when Master… gets what he… you know… ‘deserves’.” Momo put the word into air quotes. “I also partially let Aclysia’s authority bend me on the matter… mostly, though, I did reason it out. As far as I could see the situation, Layla needed medical help and this was the best way to get it to her. The secrecy I kept because, by the time I was involved, Aclysia, Claire and Lorelei were already slowly leaking this out.”

“The burden upon Layla’s body and mind created by her Innate Ability left her with a need for guidance,” Lorelei agreed.

“And you want her to join?” Lydia asked. “Your newly discovered holy mission to expand the harem adds regrettable suspicion to your chosen action.”

“I was added to the conspiracy third and I did speak out against Layla’s access to our living spaces.”

“Which, I feel I should add,” Claire said, “Aclysia and I restricted to primarily our own areas and those not too intimate. She was not allowed to enter the bedroom nor any of the private chambers of anyone present here.”

That did add some relaxation to it all.

Lorelei continued, “My mission is newly discovered, as you say. I did not hold it at the time. Even if I had, it would not have changed my dedication. Layla needed help to control her powers. Everything else after that would be emergent from her own efforts and character.”

“A character I respect,” Ehtra spoke up. “Rarely have I met a woman this driven by spite. Her body should have broken thrice over if even half of what she reported is true.”

“Nightfall has been able to confirm more than half,” Nightingale reported. “We can thank her for the swift end to the war, alongside Gaia. She allowed us to find John and the tower.”

“Tiger, what do ya think we should do here?” Rave asked.

Everyone’s attention turned to him. The out of body feeling of the talk ended with such speed that he was stunned for a moment. He cleared his throat. “I believe that it was a breach of trust to give her access to the Palace,” he began. Claire and Aclysia twitched, as if he had just touched them with hot iron. “Because I love all of you, because I had worked out what this likely was and did not stop them, I won’t punish anyone for it though. My ultimate read on this is this: no harm, no foul. We all agree this will not happen again and Layla has earned herself forgiveness for her transgressions. I think she has earned herself the chance to interact with us normally.”

This was met with universal agreement.