Collide Gamer

How was one supposed to sleep in an environment like this?

Problem one: it was hot. Rave’s control over the thermostat was bad enough in the Guild Hall proper, but in her own room it felt like she had put an extra 2 degrees on. That, combined with the absolute ocean of pillows and the warmth of four women, ended up with Moira sweating despite the very light cover of her nightgown.

Problem two: she was hot. The fact that Moira was sharing a mattress with three gorgeous women was constantly reinforced by their breathing. Moira could smell them and it was the kind of smell that reminded her all too much that she was always one deflowering away from carrying the next Warden in her womb. These women spread pheromones like queen bees.

Problem three: they were hot. Not for the first time, it occurred to the Warden that it had been a mistake to tell the Gamer that it was fine to have sex in front of her. Every time he took the liberty, she needed new panties afterwards. Of course, Rave took the same liberty as her equally attractive man did.

Moira laid on her back and tried to block out the incredibly erotic sounds of lovemaking. This had been her strategy since she had laid down about ten minutes ago. So far, all it had netted her was an increased awareness of the way her nightgown rubbed against her sensitive skin. She shifted lightly where she lay. That alone had her suppress a sigh. The motion had teased her nipples, making her aware of just how erect they were. Her pussy was a pleasantly aching hot spot on an already hot body.

‘They are so quiet,’ Moira whined inside her own mind. Had the women in the room been loud about their activities, she could at least have complained. Instead, she had to listen, failing completely at ignoring it, to their withheld coos.

Gasps scratched pleasantly against the inside of Moira’s ears, making her shiver. The mind she desperately tried to quiet raced with the imagination of what her friends were doing to each other. There were little wet sounds and withheld giggles. She still remembered Rave and Hailey making out.

‘I did not even use my Blessing today,’ she complained to her mind, while fingers roamed between her legs. The skirt of her nightgown was swiftly flipped up. Her digits brushed over her midriff, leaving tingling paths on her sensitive skin. It was a pleasant and yet wanton sensation, a mere echo of another’s touch that her body so craved.

Audibly, she moaned brushing over her panties. Pressing the high-quality material even the slightest bit into her womanhood immediately made the wetness soak in. Aroused curiosity made her push her panties deeper into the trench between her swollen mounds.

‘What am I doing?’ The question was drowned by her rising stimulation. Her heart was beating in her chest, her slowly rubbing fingers became wetter by the second, and every fibre of her being craved release. She knew herself. At this level of horny, she needed a really good reason to not keep going and she found none.

The memory of Hailey and Rave making out evolved into a fantasy, fuelled by the continued sapphic sounds from elsewhere on the mattress. Fascination with Lorelei’s lips mixed with memories of the sex she’d had with Rave in the past. A scene manifested, of Rave grabbing Lorelei by the back of the head.

“Ya gotta help your saint,” the feline woman would purr and push the seer’s head between her thighs. “And ya just stay there, Moi-moi…” The other hand of Rave slipped her panties aside, leaving her shame bare for all to see. “Ain’t that a delicious looking pussy?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lorelei gasped.

“Ya wanna lick it for me, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Ah!” Moira moaned loudly, her fingers rubbing her naked cunt just as the fictitious tongue lapped at it.

“So sensitive, I can just hear how needy she is,” the Rave in her mind purred. “Keep pushing that tongue deeper.”

Moira and Lorelei were entirely at the mercy of the dominant first of the Gamer’s harem. As the tongue of the seer penetrated deeper, so did the Warden’s real fingers. She was now too horny to care, her digits pumping in and out of her cunt at an accelerating speed. The sounds of the other women in the room grew so much louder as well, pouring into her brain, overlapping fantasies.

Hailey was sitting on her face. Moira lapped at Lorelei’s tits. She was pussy to pussy with Rave. Then she was pussy to pussy with Gnome, while kissing Lyndell. She was shoulder to shoulder with Aclysia, the two of them rapidly masturbating together. Eliana was cussing her out between deep kisses.

Through the rapid-fire fantasies, her mind returned always to Lorelei’s tongue in her pussy, Rave holding the back of the seer’s head. “Lemme give ya an extra hand,” the annoyingly gorgeous pinkette purred. Her thumb began to circle Moira’s clit, just as the second hand of the Warden began to work the sensitive button.

Ecstasy surged, reaching a sharp and gratifying zenith. Her hips were lifted by tensing abs and heels pressing into the mattress. She imagined herself squirting all over Lorelei’s face. Her fingers worked to make this a reality, but the pleasure of the body came short. She was spasming, grinding her hips into lips that weren’t there, and filled her lungs with air that left her again as high-pitched, breathy moans. She felt nothing except the release of the moment.

‘I’m still so horny,’ Moira thought gleefully. Oh, once this was over, she would beat herself up for giving into her urges, but this was a song and dance she had been through before. ‘If the Lady did not want me to be so lustful, she would not have made the Blessing this way,’ she rationalized and continued to rub her pussy.

When her arousal reached this level, one orgasm was never enough.

Another fantasy began to form in her mind. This time it was just Hailey. “Ya wanna test this lil’ thing with me?” she asked suggestively, placing a rune-etched derivation of an egg-shaped vibrator on her nipple.

“Yes…” Moira sighed, pinching her left nipple, then the right, following where the engineer’s hand pushed the imaginary vibrator. In her mind, the Warden was making out with the dirty blonde. ‘I might as well just look at this point,’ she told herself and opened her eyes just a crack.

Reality was hotter than any imagination.

Hailey was straddling Lorelei’s face, the thick thighs and round ass of the tanned woman only leaving some of the white-blonde hair of the seer visible. Pale, slender fingers pressed into the squishy cheeks of the curvy country gal, evoking in Moira the wonder just how it must have felt to squeeze an ass of that size. She grabbed her own butt, too firm with muscle and moderate in its proportions to fulfil the fantasy.

Same went for emulating Rave’s pawing of the huge, tan-line marked breasts. The annoyance of Moira’s life was behind Hailey, working sensitive nipples while whispering sweet nothings into the dirty blonde’s ear. Teeth clenched and lids fluttering, the country gal was experiencing something far beyond what Moira’s fingers could emulate.

She tried anyhow, desperate for echoes of that same ecstasy. Watching the three of them fuelled her arousal, turning it into a bright, golden fire. The sweetness of the pheromones was making even the insides of her lungs tingle with warmth. Her entire body was suffused in the heat of the room.

The volume of sapphic cries only grew louder and with them intensified Moira’s own cries. Two fingers penetrated her virgin folds, a motion repeated over and over again rapidly, until the slick sounds competed with her voice in the air. She angled her legs, spread them wide, half rolling towards her friends to watch them easier while she tried to make her pleasure catch up to her desire.

In a moment of passion, she yanked down the cover of her breasts. Somehow, the air was even more stimulating than the fabric against her erect nipples. Touching her breasts directly was electrifying. She kneaded them, one then the other, trying to emulate with her medium-sized endowment what Rave did with the sloshing udders that the country gal had been blessed with.

As much as her arousal urged her to time her orgasm with Hailey’s, she could never do that. Her digits were insufficient, Hailey so much more sensitive. As hard and as rapidly as Moira finger-fucked herself, Lorelei’s tongue and Rave’s hands were just so much better. Just watching them made the Warden so horny. She bit her lower lip, followed them through half-lidded eyes, and finally managed to achieve her second release.

“Ah---haaaaa—ahh--- haaaaa----” Sudden, involuntary gasps and sighs marked the spasms that rushed up and down her spine like Sylph’s pink electricity. Her spine arched, her toes curled, her hips rose from and collapsed back onto the mattress. Her eyes remained transfixed on the scene before her. Hailey was riding out the latest in her series of orgasms, a journey accompanied by Rave’s lips above and Lorelei’s lips below.

The kiss between feline Lightbearer and enigma engineer broke just as Moira began to calm down. Rave’s blue eyes met Moira’s.

A brief shock went through the redhead. In the aftermath of that second orgasm, she had a bit of clarity. ‘They noticed me?!’ The question was ludicrous even as it was being asked. ‘Of course they noticed me…’ She blushed a deep crimson, all too aware of her practically naked state. Breasts bared, panties slipped aside, legs spread wider than the gates of a surrendering city, there was nothing about her that could be considered hidden or modest.

The shame pricked her like a dozen needles. That was considerably less than she was used to. Perhaps, in growing more accustomed to their absurdities, she had grown more comfortable with exhibiting herself?

‘I am going to regret this in the morning,’ she knew and yet still repositioned herself with a huge cushion under her back and her pussy facing the crowd. “I have needs as well!” she justified loudly.

“Nobody judgin’ ya here,” Hailey purred.

“Everyone here is needy, pretty girl.” Rave pulled Hailey along. There was a confidence in the way the first of the Gamer’s harem moved that Moira was entranced by. For all the times that they had butted heads, in this bedroom it was beyond clear who was in charge. While Rave walked, Hailey followed.

Moira’s fingers circled her clit, the swollen hill of her womanhood stretching with the motions, while the pinkette and the blonde settled down to either side of her. They rubbed shoulders and that was all they had to do in order to wipe the thoughts from the redhead’s mind for a moment. Her nostrils flared, her hazy eyes widened, really drinking in the scents and sights of the two women.

“Rel, can ya go get some of my sex toys real quick?” Rave requested. “Just grab whatever ya think we’ll need.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lorelei responded.

‘Lady, she is so gorgeous.’ Moira witnessed the trembling woman move on steady feet. Her face was covered in Hailey’s love juices, the satin of her chastity belt drenched to the point of dripping, and yet she did not touch herself. Hips swaying, she stepped out of this room and into the adjacent storage.

“If ya keep going like this, we’ll have to show you the real Sex Dungeon one day,” Rave joked.

“Shaddup,” Moira snapped back. She didn’t want to think about the trajectory she was on. All of that confusion ruined her buzz. “Let me just enjoy this heat, please?”

“We can do that together.” Rave bit her lower lip, then joined Moira in touching herself.

“Lil’ bit of group masturbation,” Hailey cooed and followed the example.

They continued to be connected only at the shoulders. It was just tiny brushes of silky smooth skin against silky smooth skin. By all measures, it was such a tiny thing and yet it set Moira’s nerves alight. Every time she had thought she had reached a new pinnacle in her need, they filled her with more.

In a row of three, they worked their pussies. There were no words spoken. All communication was done through their eyes. Moira couldn’t help herself but perform a bit for her friends, arching her back to emphasize her athletic midriff and her wide hips. In return, she devoured the sight of Hailey’s jiggling curves and Rave’s bottom-heavy, trained figure.

They were all three examples of the Lady’s aesthetics in creation. All were trained, muscles showing least overtly in Rave and most with Moira herself, none were bulky, joining their femininity with the demands of a lifestyle of fighting and crafting. Their every gasp was proof of the beauty of the world, a high-pitched chorus of blessed desire.

Rave and Hailey were on hair triggers, especially the enigma engineer. Merely playing with her own breasts made the dirty blonde scream in bliss. Her head turned one way, then the other. The enigma engineer faced Moira, her green eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. Her face was a display of intense pleasure, quivering eyebrows and intense blush mixing with her trembles.

That face got closer and closer. Moira’s lips parted wider in anticipation of what her body craved, only to be suddenly stopped by a gentle tug on her hair. “That’s pushing it further than we’re allowed to,” Rave cautioned. “We’re already skirting that line a whole lot.”

Moira felt a surge of embarrassment, realizing how much she had leaned towards Hailey. “S-sorry,” she stammered, pulling back.

“I get it,” Hailey moaned. “Lady, I would’ve pro-oh-bably let ya…”

“Bad girl,” Rave chastised, her voice entirely serious.

“Want me to sit on my hands for a bit?”

“Yes.”

Hailey removed herself from the chain of female pleasure and knelt down two steps removed from them. Her hands were, as suggested, stuck between her ass and her legs. She continued to be extremely aroused, squirming from her lack of pleasure. The mixture of discipline and need… witnessing that had Moira’s fingers dance between her legs even faster, pushing her over the edge for the third time.

The orgasm was intense enough to make her shudder. Her hips bucked off the ground, not for short intervals nor in the imagined grinding against another woman’s tongue. The pleasure was simply strong enough to keep her muscles pulled taut with spasms. Where her fingers usually slowed as the pleasure ebbed away, she continued to work herself for several seconds, achieving a crackling bliss.

Panting heavily, she eventually stopped, to let her body rest as the last moments of her orgasm made her twitch.

“I have returned, Mistress,” Lorelei announced, dropping an armful of sex toys in front of Rave. It was a depraved collection of butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, and other such objects that Moira, for many reasons, was intimately familiar with.

Rave lost no time in grabbing a butt plug and inserting it into her backdoor with no trouble at all. “Want one too?” she asked, offering the steel toy to her. It was meticulously cleaned, like all their toys were.

“…Yes!” Moira moaned, after a moment’s hesitation.

Excess wetness from her pussy had long since drenched her sphincter. Moira had done plenty of play with her backdoor over the years. The moment she had realized that anal was a known loophole around the Lady’s Blessing and its instant impregnation upon deflowering, she had begun to prepare herself.

Relaxed and ready, her sphincter gave to the moderately sized toy. She held her breath, until she was past the broadest point of the bulbous steel object. When she felt the flared base rest against her, she let the air out in a loud gasp. The pressure and heaviness of the metal inside her riled her up even more.

Seeking a toy to stuff her pussy, she looked at the pile of toys just as Rave fished out the biggest dildo of the pile. It was right on the border between large and huge, intimidating without ringing the alarm bells that it was impossible to take. The idea that this would be offered to her excited her deeply, yet she also knew what this one was representative of.

“Rel, I want ya to take this and work Hailey’s pussy with it,” Rave instructed, her voice deep and sadistic in an incredibly hot way. “Hailey, ya better be thinking of John during this!”

“I’ll redeem myself,” the country gal promised.

Moira snatched up another vibrator, more moderately sized, and pushed it into her pussy. Her back arched from the sudden penetration. This was what she had needed – something hard and long to fill her tight tunnel.

Rave was using one of the egg-shaped, buzzing little things to draw little circles around her clit, following the scene she had set in motion with the predatory eyes of a lustful cat.

“Mhmaster…” Hailey moaned while Lorelei teased her entrance with the large dildo. “Oh…. MASTER!” The toy was pushed into her, immediately making the dirty blonde gush.

‘What’s even so great about John?’ she thought, sourly, and directed her mind to fantasies about him. She imagined that tall, handsome, powerful man was the one pushing in and out of her, his battle-scarred body shifting, his compact muscles shifting.

‘You’re mine now, Warden.’

Moira did not make any noises at all for several seconds, her pleasure spiked in a wild manner, instantly pushing her over the edge. John would not stop there, she knew he wouldn’t, he would keep hammering away, dominating her body through pleasure and the gentle brushing of her hair. She imagined herself in the position she had seen so many other women now: getting ploughed.

‘Johnnnnnnn,’ she managed to keep the name contained in her mind, the sexual fantasy taking over her hand. She was fucking herself with the dildo, barely stopping to let her fourth, then fifth, and then the sixth orgasm, rush through her. They came to her rapidly, and each was stronger than the last.

“MASTERRRRRRRRRRRRR!” Hailey’s screams kept permeating Moira’s fantasies with a crowd of other haremettes around her, venerating the one to fuck the Warden of the Golden Rose. It was a power fantasy, of her getting ravaged, her fate to be a mother sealed from the moment his huge cock marked her insides. The Gamer was working to fill her womb with cum, while a bunch of submissives confirmed that this was the best man of them all, a harem of protectors of the world.

The fantasy stopped. All of her thoughts stopped. The seventh and strongest orgasm utterly ravaged her. Juices squirted from her pussy, her hips thrust high up into the air. “Oh, Lady!” she screamed indecently, incapable of really comprehending just how good she felt, all of this without the horniness of her Blessing.

The orgasm continued and continued – then suddenly faded. It was not cut all at once, just dropped off a steep slope. Moira collapsed back into the mattress, heavily breathing, and basking in the duality of shame about her fantasies and finally having relief of her lust.

“I’ll go… freshen up,” she said, “and then I will go to sleep… and pretend this didn’t happen.”

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