Collide Gamer

Moira had heard of sleepovers.

Supposedly, they were this mythical occasion where attractive, young women hit each other with pillows, drank sweet drinks, gossiped, and made each other confess what boys they liked. What fiction she had read in her weakest moments had described them as nights full of giggles and joyful embarrassment.

The stories were definitely right about the pillow fights.

“Surrender, vile fiend!” Rave declared. “A titty monster such as you cannot be tolerated in my queendom!”

“Oh yeah, what’cha gonna do about it?” Hailey threw back.

Both of the alluring women were holding long pillows and used them to beat each other over the head with. Of course that hurt them fairly little. In fact, the only thing that was hurt was Moira’s sense of self-control.

Rave was a nudist. She refused to wear any clothes in her own home, putting her Lady-blessed curves on display. The light tan of a long-faded summer continued to stick to her every inch, from her handsome, half-Asian face down to her perfect ass.

Hailey’s own nude body was even deeper tanned, a fact that was made more apparent by the lines of whatever micro bikini she covered her voluptuously blessed body with when she sunbathed. The crowns of her huge breasts were highlighted by the pale flesh around them, her womanhood an unmistakable highlight between thick thighs.

Mess and wavy hair flew as the laughing women laid into each other with their ineffective weaponry.

“May I keep you company?” Lorelei’s voice pulled the Warden out her half-drooling daze. Alas, it only pulled her eyes to the seer.

Moira had known Lorelei was attractive for a long time. There was no way to not realize this fact, not when she returned from battle with the drawbacks of her Blessing, all senses of the erotic heightened. She had not acted upon this fact, but the fantasies of having the soft-spoken blonde press her plush lips against her flower remained. To have that tongue recite the litanies of the Order in a manner entirely inappropriate.

That woman now presented herself in a nightgown. It was of a dark, ashen colour and tailored of cotton and satin. Thick fabric covered her breasts, while sheer ones dangled decoratively from the sides, parting down her midriff and connecting to the metal waistband of her magical chastity belt. Although it was only a strip of satin to the naked eye, Lorelei had assured that the cover of her vagina prevented anything inappropriate from happening. That was, anything inappropriate without the Gamer’s consent.

And framed by curtains of the gown and the waistband of the belt was that mark of John Newman.

Moira couldn’t even consider its presence demeaning. Inappropriate it may have been to leave such a blatant mark of ownership upon the womb of a partner, but this one was divine in its origin. Further, it had been demonstrated to the Warden that, if they wished, the women could have hidden the mark whenever they desired. They did not. Rave insisted it looked hot on them all.

‘She is entirely right,’ Moira thought, then intensely shook her head. ‘Get your mind out of the cum gutters!’

“You do not wish for my presence, sacred Warden?” Lorelei asked.

“No, I want you to- You can see that that wasn’t about you…” Moira pouted once she realized that her oldest friend was taking her for a spin.

Slyly smiling, Lorelei turned and took her seat next to Moira on the couch. It was cloth. Rave’s apartment was probably the only place in this entire den of debauchery that used any form of absorbent material for its surfaces. Unfortunately, this was not for modesty, but for a love of the fuzzy and bright.

Rave’s private quarters were a horridly colourful place full of pillows and fluff. The carpet alone was a travesty, as pink and as messy as its owner’s hair. Every piece of furniture was some kind of technicolour. Each corner of the room was equipped with a box, which always played some electronic music.

“John called her my best friend earlier,” Moira muttered. “Shows how little he knows.”

“I believe the blessed Gamer knows much, if he is not being deliberately obtuse,” Lorelei disagreed.

“You think I am better friends with that bundle of chaos than you?”

“I think there is enough room in your heart for the three of us.”

“Yeah, Moi-moi!” Rave suddenly turned around and tossed a smaller pillow across the room. It smacked the unprepared Warden in the face with enough force that the soft object adhered to the Warden’s face. As she reeled from the impact, she heard the chaotic cat woman laugh. “Ya don’t need to be such a stick in the butt.”

Moira ripped the pillow off her face. “I will show you-“ She stopped herself before she could give the obnoxious woman in front of her a lay-up for an innuendo. With a valiant war cry, she leapt onto the large mattress that had been put in the middle of the room.

It was the field of the battle fought with a hundred pillows. The veritable ocean of the variously sized cushions turned into a stormy sea of flying fluff and battling warrior women. Finding a sufficiently firm cushion, Moira utilized her seasoned strategy of shielding herself with one arm, while tossing projectiles with the other.

Rave ducked and weaved through the attacks, right up until a precision strike from Hailey struck her in the side. “HAHA-!” Moira began to laugh mockingly, only for the enigma engineer to catapult a different pillow into her face.

Total war was now the only reasonable response! Hailey and Moira erected pillow forts, to hide inside the trenches while picking up ammunition the enemy had so foolishly tossed in their direction. Any hope for a lull in combat was defeated by Rave’s gremlin soul. The mad cat burrowed through the lower layer of pillows and erupted from beneath the centre field, throwing anything and everything she had in all directions. Her opponents had no choice but to respond in kind.

“How livel-“ Lorelei’s mirthsome commentary was stopped by a faceful of cushion.

Moira froze for a second. Everyone did. Gravity made the pillow drop from Lorelei’s face and into her hand.

Now, the Warden knew that Lorelei was a healthy woman. The Order of the Golden Rose was clear in its mandate that all of humanity had to strive for a healthy soul in a healthy body. Lorelei doing a leg-raised baseball pitch was still an impressive feat. In one brief moment, Moira was reminded just how much more powerful Lorelei had become, following her entanglement with John Newman.

The seer’s first toss smacked Hailey in the face. Two more near instantly followed, striking Rave and Moira. After that, what had been total war transcended the realm of warfare and entered simple, chaotic brawling.

Moira wasn’t even sure how it happened, but they all ended up in a melee. Pillows clashed with one another and attractive women. A competitive spirit put a prayer on the redhead’s lips. She did not speak it, but she was quite close.

An overenthusiastic swing turned the pillows that she and Rave had been fencing with into two explosions of feathers. Without thinking, they immediately locked hands and engaged in a simple, physical power struggle. They pushed and pushed, until the sound of hands clapping pushed through the fog of the fight.

“If ya two ain’t stoppin’, ya gonna destroy the room,” Hailey warned them.

“…Right,” Moira relented and dropped to the floor. The oversized and delectably thick mattress caught her effortlessly. Her breathing was accelerated, somehow.

“Someone’s thinking around here,” Rave purred and crawled over to Hailey. The initially hurried motion turned slow and tantalizing. The two nude women moved in unspoken unison, tilting their heads in opposite directions while their lips approached. Rave brushed hair behind Hailey’s ear. The country gal caressed the pink-haired beauty’s shoulder-

Moira was entirely mesmerized by the moment the two women kissed. She was not certain what she felt while watching them make out. Two of the three women she trusted most in life were sharing something with each other that they could share with her. All that was between Lorelei joining them was distance. Those three had something Moira did not, that she refused herself.

‘Why?’ she asked herself. The response was a complicated web of emotions that knotted up into a ball inside her stomach. It only got heavier when the entanglement between the two women grew more heated. Casually, Rave sucked on the erect nipple of the dirty blonde tomboy. ‘Why can’t I have this? Because it would be improper?’

“Alrighty, enough of that, for now,” Rave whispered and pulled away from Hailey. The submissive purr the enigma engineer produced was a sound that could not be compared to any other emotion. Moira had only ever heard it when she was around him and his women, this sound that was not just lust but also love and trust. “One of your boobs is out, by the way.”

Moira glanced down at herself. The gold-trimmed red nightgown she wore was in total disarray. In a flash embarrassment, she stuffed her medium sized boob back into its pocket and then pulled the skirt over her visibly damp, wine red panties.

“Ya can lose the clothes,” Hailey reminded her.

“I am no depraved nudist!” Moira responded.

“Does anyone desire refreshments?” Lorelei asked from the kitchen, tossing a few pillows out of that area of the room as she awaited the answer.

Rave had herself a soda, Hailey a malt beer, while Moira and Lorelei treated themselves to cold chocolate milk. Having something that could be spilled onto their sleeping place in their hands calmed the mood considerably.

That being said, Rave was still flanked by Lorelei and Hailey. The seer casually had a hand explore the pinkettes thigh. They were close, incredibly close, closer even than Moira had sat to Rave when John had walked in.

“If I may, I believe it is time we talk about the elephant in the room,” Lorelei spoke up.

“…Must we…?” Moira muttered.

“We can do some gossip first, if ya wanna.” Rave took a sip from her drink, then licked her lips. They were so full and naturally glossy that Moira felt just the slightest bit jealous. “Personally, I think it’s best if we get this behind us: ya wanna join the harem or not?”

“You can’t just ask that!” Moira responded, a blush as red as her choice of nightgown flushing up her face.

“I just did though.” Rave turned her beverage in her hand, looking at it as she did. “Come on, I know you like-like John.”

“I do not!” Moira denied immediately and vehemently. The words crossed her lips and immediately added thirty kilos to the weight of the knot in her stomach. “I do not like him… like that…” she muttered. “I’m… contemplating using him… like a selfish harlot.” Her mind offered her a pivot and she seized it. “Besides, it would be entirely inappropriate by Order doctrine. Lorelei, you know that!”

“I have greatly reflected on this matter and have found that the doctrine, on this point, is lacking,” the seer responded with the swiftness and certainty of the faithful. “It is undoubtedly true that the Gamer is blessed, is it not, Warden?”

“Please, call me Moira,” the redhead whined. She could not stand formality right now. “And yes, his debauchery is displeasing, but he is, no doubt, touched by the Lady.”

“Further, the Lady has bestowed upon him the capacity to mark those dear to him.” Lorelei smiled, brighter than gold, as she caressed the mark upon her womb. “A signifier of whom his blessed seed shall blossom within. This, too, is undeniable, is it not?”

“…I would not put it in so venerating language, yet it is true.”

“Then!” Lorelei’s voice spiked to a fervent loudness. “Then…” she reined herself in, clasping her hand in prayer, “…if you, Moira, blessed Warden of the Shield, were to also join the harem, then there could be no doubt about its holiness. The man is blessed, the institution is blessed, and one of the most blessed women of all is within it. The Gamer having a harem is sacrosanct upon your arrival within it. All doctrine will be secondary to this fact!”

Moira’s mouth was agape at the end of Lorelei’s preaching.

“Yeah, she’s gone a little cray-cray after you-“

“That… is theologically sound.” The Warden wasn’t even listening to Rave at that moment. The breadth of what Lorelei presented was utterly irrefutable. If the Lady disapproved of this, why would she bless every step along the way? ‘Oh no… oh no, no, no, no…’

The inside of Moira’s mouth was suddenly dry. She took a deep gulp of her chocolate milk.

‘I wonder if cum is this thick and sweet.’ For origınal chapters go to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵

The intrusive thought had her choke. She immediately lowered the glass bottle. Gulping hurt, but she managed, then coughed wildly while the shame of it all coursed through her like a hundred waves of fire ants crawling over her skin. She had the urge to scream. She managed to keep it together.

Unable to look at her friends, she directed her green eyes to a random spot off to the side. “…I don’t like-like him,” she said very slowly. “I like-like the idea of him… but it’s not like I will be spending private time with your man. I don’t know most of the other girls well either. It would be inappropriate to suggest I could join. Perhaps in a few months,”

“Moi-moi… did ya get dropped on your head?” Hailey asked.

“Insulting me is hardly necessary…”

Moira heard the light flutter of hair moved by a strong head shake. “Ya gonna spend 18 days alone with us in an enclosed space. Next week.”

Now the Warden did scream. She could feel her emotional sides equal parts chill and cheer at the idea. She was going to be stuck with a bunch of gorgeous women and the one arrogant idiot of a man who she respected and was attracted to equally. How utterly terrific! How utterly terrifying! “AAAHHH! What did I do?! I just wanted training!”

“Sure ya did,” Rave drawled sarcastically.

“I mean it!”

“I believe ya, but I don’t believe ya – You’re a total mess when it comes to romance, ya know that?”

“I am not!”

“If I may… your words and your emotions are basically never aligned.”

“Shut up, Lorelei!” Moira was now shaking. She put a hand on her face, finding the corners of her lips curled UP! WHY WERE THEY CURLED UP?! “I just… Lyndell said that she would be thankful if I tested the waters on non-haremettes coming along.”

Hailey sighed. “The horny mushroom did just give ya an excuse.”

“No, that cannot… she would be a such a… conspiring… grrrrr…” Moira growled in frustration. She had just enough presence of mind to screw the bottle of chocolate milk tight before she dropped backwards into the cushions. She covered her eyes with the inside of her elbow. “He is hot, okay?” she admitted in a tiny voice. “I… knew he was since I saw him and Justinian next to each other. By all rights, I should have found Justinian attractive, but he was just so whiny.”

“To be fair, your female instincts proved right on that one,” Rave chimed in.

Moira nodded into the darkness of her closed eyes. “So… if I am right again then… how did I end up here? I don’t know if I want this.”

“My first and deepest friend.” Lorelei’s hand soothingly brushed over Moira’s shoulder. “That, not even I can reveal to you. The choice is yours. It is important to me that you understand this. The Order’s doctrines can not halt you and I see no true selfishness in your soul. You must ask yourself no other question than that of your own desire.”

“…I don’t know.”

There was silence in the room for a bit. Moira almost felt like crying. She did not, ultimately, because she refused to let her emotions get that far out of bounds.

“Honestly, we made way more progress than I thought we would when I suggested this,” Rave announced. “So let’s stop grilling poor Moi-moi.”

“Poor Moi-moi,” the addressed muttered. “Lick a carpet, Jane.”

“John prefers us all smooth, so no chance of that happening.”

“I- you- urgh!”

There was no escaping the innuendos.