Collide Gamer

“That is an interesting topic of conversation,” Nightingale commented.

“It is! It i—isssss so gooooood,” Sylph agreed and moaned, all in the same breath. The petite bunny’s cunt was gripping John’s cock tightly. Her deliciously pert butt was gliding up and down, coming to short stops every time she impaled herself hard on his cock.

‘God, she is tiny,’ John thought, revelling in the size difference. Her being so small made him look even bigger, which scratched some primordial part of his brain. His girth obscenely stretched her pussy, yet she always managed to take him to the base. Beneath her clenching walls, the vortex of her magic stirred, brought to life with every bounce and every thrust.

“I’m First Concubine, Concubine of the Storms!” Sylph cried out an announcement, voice trembling with her impending orgasm. “Witness my brilliance, witness how tiny and cute I am! Behold how… oh Mother Air, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeeees!”

Sylph couldn’t babble when she was busy squirting. Her orgasm sent John over the edge a moment later, adding the pumping of his cum into her depths to the ecstasy of the horniest haremette.

While she continued to spasm, John recovered within seconds. Nightingale continued the topic as soon as he was able to listen again. “Since the matter of whether there is a nobility has been sorted, the matter of our titles deserves consideration.”

John was making out with Undine when he produced an agreeing grunt. The slime lady did not let him go for long enough to actually respond. On his other side, Gnome trembled, leaning against him as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.

Aclysia spoke up in her Master’s stead, “This is indeed a worthwhile topic. It would be unseemly if our titles were mismatched. Creativity is best shackled by common themes.”

“Guess we might as well be brainstormin’.” Hailey was kneading Nathalia’s breasts as she said all of that and was getting her breasts kneaded in return. Engineer and dragoness were arm in arm, enjoying the size of the other’s chest while masturbating casually.

The entire room was filled with scenes like that. After a long day of wedding planning, which had seen a below average amount of sex for the harem, the need was running high. Dinner, however, was not quite ready yet, so they were keeping the proper orgy until then.

“Imma just start with my title.” Rave tapped her bottom lip, all while her bottom lips were rubbing against those of Lu Zhi. In all that was between heaven and earth, there were few things as alluring as the strings of pussy juice drawn between the womanhoods of two gorgeous women. “Guess the proper title would be ‘Empress of Fusion’?”

“That’s your primary title,” Lydia stated. The Queen of Mithril was reading a book (on an e-reader), while Lorelei lapped at her pussy.

Rave raised an eyebrow. “Do I need another?”

“Not necessarily, it depends on the complexity of the feudal structure you are aiming towards.” Lydia looked over the edge of the e-reader. “Secondary titles are used to denote specific land areas. It is necessary in my guild, as I may be Empress in Germany without having such titles as Elector of Brandenburg.” She paused for a moment, fluttering eyelids testifying to her enjoyment of Lorelei’s service. “If there will be no sub-division of any lands you hold, then further titles will be unnecessary.”

John managed to disentangle from Undine’s tongue for a moment. “Let’s keep it to primary titles,” he both suggested and requested. “We might need to make secondary titles as the years come and go, but for a basis I think we just need the one, each of them tied to the land that you put your Guild Hall on.”

“Then Empress of Fusion is all I need,” Rave said.

“Decided where to put your Guild Hall yet?” Scarlett asked. The redhead was chest to chest with Eliana, the two of them roped together by Siena, a double-sided dildo connecting their pussies. It was basic for the bondage standards of the harem and tame for the two hyper-masochists.

“You’ve been asking me that a whole lot less lately,” Rave noted.

“I don’t care as much now that I get my own,” Scarlett answered plainly.

“Honestly, I think imma keep mine for that clan compound the Hollmeys supposedly have in Japan,” Rave answered. “Think that’d be a good way to get a foothold over there?”

“That… might be a good idea,” John agreed, then put his tongue back to the task of kissing Undine to orgasm. That this was even possible was a delightful reality of her liquid body, moveable erogenous zones and all.

“I’m full of those,” Rave purred. “What about you, Lulu?”

The imperial tomboy continued to circle her hips, making puffy pussies kiss. “I have many great ideas myself.”

“I mhm-meant what title ya want.”

“Oh… mhm…” Lu Zhi stopped in her scissoring action to contemplate the question. “As a foreign suzerain, I do not believe that it would be appropriate to hold a major title. Perhaps a baroness, as you westerners call it?”

Ultimately, the hierarchy of titles was still theirs to define and also entirely irrelevant. Each of them would hold as much land and wealth as they cared to amass, regardless of what station the title may have implied. Still, the implication was important. It was an outwards sign of the ambition each of them would have in the arena of state.

“Just ‘baroness’ would underplay our individual importance,” Nightingale said. The harpy sat flanked by Claire and Beatrice, getting her wings groomed and her body caressed. “An accompanying signifier is appropriate.”

“Jade Baroness, perhaps?” Lu Zhi suggested, then shook her head. “That’s just a lesser version of my real title already.”

“H-how about Baroness of the Jade Forest?” Gnome shuddered when everyone’s eyes went on her, then came abruptly when her exhibitionistic side spiked her sensitivity fiercely. His fingers working her womanhood slowed, until he was only gently rubbing her clit throughout her afterglow.

“Is there a jade forest?” Lulu asked.

John gestured dismissively, pinching Undine’s nipple at the end of the motion. “We can easily make one.” He kept his eyes glued to Sylph’s ass in the moments after. By all rights, she should have surrendered her spot after getting three loads out of him. The problem was that she was such a horny bunny and he was really in a mood for her short frame. There wasn’t really another woman as petite as Sylph in his harem. Delicia was of similar stature, but her assets made her feel notably larger. Nahoa was really the closest to Sylph in overall build and even she was too wide-hipped to really match the petite hourglass.

“Baroness of the Jade Forest it is then.” Lulu returned to circling her hips, matching her rhythm with Rave’s until both were moaning. “Wh-aah-t about you, cuddle rock?”

“Uhm, uh, uhm, uwuwuwu.” Put on the spot, Gnome sputtered. John’s fingers sinking back into her probably did not help her think either. “I’llllll just follow Sylph’s theme and, uh… Concubine of Seasons?”

“Yo, that’s a good one!” Salamander accelerated her efforts at getting herself off, shamelessly crying out her own choice. “I’ll go with the fucking Concubine of Apocalypse then.”

“Concubine of Seas,” Undine added her own choice in a quiet tone.

“I will be Concubine of Shadows,” Siena finished up the selection of elementals.

“Not Concubine of Midnight?” Rave wondered. “Would be in line with your elemental type.”

“Putting midnight in my title would lead to confusion.” Siena stopped teasing Eliana’s nipple for long enough to gesture over to Momo.

The Viscountess of the Midnight Forest was seated on the face of John’s second body. Plump thighs and bubble butt covered the entirity of his head. Any pretences of reading that the fairy maid had, had been discarded alongside with the device that currently lay next to that body’s waist. Between it and his cock, it was clear what choice Momo had made.

The flat-chested, white-haired woman was sucking him off. She wasn’t doing it shyly or reluctantly. Any of her typical sass had melted away. In its place, she was obediently bobbing her head – although obedience would have implied John had ordered her to do this. What had happened was that she had been getting in some of her face-sitting time and then suddenly started to suck him off. The surprise 69 was hardly unwelcome.

John revelled in the duality of sights. In one body, his field of view was entirely dominated by her fat, pale ass, in the other he could see her throat bulge every time she stuffed his cock down her comfort hole. The sight, the tightness of her walls and Sylph’s continued bouncing proved too much for him.

Another load surged up his unrelenting erection. Pushing her head all the way down, Momo seemed to be determined to get her nose as close to his nuts as was possible with a dick down her throat. Eyelids fluttered. Her pink lips, a bright colour elevated further by the whiteness of the surrounding skin, formed a gorgeously depraved ring around the base of his shaft.

She gulped it all down, her muffled scream easily overpowered by Sylph’s, who made a further mess of the tables and the floor by squirting again. The third woman John was fucking, Metra, would have joined in the vocalizations, had it not been for the ball-gag in her mouth.

Momo came up with deliberate slowness, her upper lip keeping the pressure up to press every last drop out of his shaft. “Aaaaah,” she let out a held breath, as if she had just downed a glass of something delicious. Which was accurate, all things considered. “Sorry, was busy sucking on my favourite thing in the world, what was the question?”

“The tsun is in a dere mood,” Rave giggled.

“Ye,” Momo made a confident and adorable sound. Such forwardness was rewarded with a deep penetration by his tongue.

“Question was what your title should be,” Nightingale filled her in.

“Hmm… I suppose a promotion is in order…” Momo straightened up and closed her eyes, in pleasure and in thought. “Princess of the Midnight Court…?”

“Why not empress?” Rave asked.

“That wouldn’t do, the Midnight Court is subordinate to the Fusion Empire, so my title as its head cannot be of equal rank,” Momo responded swiftly, then shrugged. “Just fae things.”

“This is one that I find at least understandable,” Lydia stated.

“Empress of Dragons would be too far-reaching,” Nathalia thought aloud. “Empress among Dragons, perhaps?” She nodded to herself, not asking nor allowing any feedback. “What about you, Hailey?”

“Mhmmmm…” Hailey was first brought over the edge by her own fingers and the pinch on her right nipple by the tall redhead. After that, she gave it a proper thought. “Y’all are pro’ly gonna do somethin’ interestin’, but I ain’t interested in any of the state stuff. Think I’ll just go with Enigma Engineer, that’s unique enough to me.”

“I will gladly lay claim to all the administrative power in the tech field,” Scarlett declared. The haughty announcement was diminished by her bound state and the way Siena played with her toy’s hair. “I’ll take Duchess of Artifice.”

John wasn’t too surprised by this. Scarlett principally refused any aid from the state nor did she ever take any contracts that her companies didn’t win in a fair bid. What she would gladly do was take her new privilege and carve out a large section of land in which commerce was practically unrestricted. A little piece of Fusion in which the free market and her will were the only dominating forces.

He would let her, because he trusted her enough not to let it devolve into a cyberpunk dystopia. Plus, it was good to have such corners so that people of a particular temperament had a home. Fusion was for the normal people. There were plenty of not normal people in the Abyss.

“Are you going to be as ambitious, Delicia?” Siena flung the conversation to another group in the room.

Delicia had been quietly following all of this so far, busy being stuck between Aclysia and Ehtra. The former sat on her face, while the latter was eating her out. To let her answer their Master’s question, the three maids disentangled for the moment, instead orderly sitting down next to each other.

“Nah,” the shortstack responded, “I have no interest in this whole nobility thing. Psh, like I need a title to show I’m the best.” The bratty woman pushed her chest out proudly, gesturing in the direction of her smug grin. “All I need is time and freedom and I will show everyone the power of alchemy.”

“Statement: for administrative purposes, some title would be appreciated.”

“Urgh, fine…” Delicia pondered for a moment, then shrugged. “Just ‘Lady Alchemist’ works for me.”

“As agreed upon, I wish for the title Lady-Protector of Mesopotamia,” Ehtra stated.

“I shall be the First Maid, this is my right,” Aclysia declared. “Fellow maids, please list your intended titles.”

“Clockwork Countess,” Beatrice’s response came first.

“Servant-Eternal,” Claire answered readily.

“Huey Cihuatlatoani,” Nahoa strung together syllables in her native tongue, while wiping the floor. It was best to keep all of the excess juices from Sylph from pooling for too long.

John knew plenty of Nahuatl by now, certainly enough to recognize the customary title for a female ruler among the Mexica people. It translated simply to ‘great queen’, which was appropriate for her goal in becoming the representative of the tribes and remnants of the Aztec empire.

Beatrice being the only one of them besides Nahoa to claim an actual governmental title also made perfect sense. Claire had bad experiences with climbing the feudal ladder and was evidently much happier being his. Beatrice was an actual member of government. Whether she would carve out of her own little county remained to be seen.

By now, Undine had enough of kisses and instead, like Gnome, was getting finger-fucked by John while Sylph continued her insatiable ride. “So, you kicked this off, but we haven’t even asked you what you want your title to be, Gale?”

“I do not mind,” the lady of the night responded with an elegant smile. “My designation would be Lavender Duchess.”

“So fucking fancy,” Eliza joked. Thana had not returned since earlier, so it was just the human woman. Behaviourally, there was little to no difference, since the human part of the high overlap was almost always in charge anyhow. “Going to plant that fucking plant everywhere as well?”

“She said, using it as her soap scent,” Rave drawled.

“You shut your whore mouth, pussy!”

“Then what will you go with?” John asked.

“Nothing, dumb breeding slaves like me don’t get titles. I get to stay in the house and the atelier and I’m going to do fuck all beyond that.”

John was of half a mind of simply asserting something for her, like ‘Blood Angel’, but decided against it. She would be called this for the rest of the Fusion Empire’s existence. A bit more tact would do well. “Just a basic title, like the others. How about Lady Sanguine?”

Eliza considered that for a few seconds. “Alright,” she agreed, then concentrated again on sharing the pleasure of getting dommed by Siena with Scarlett.

“What about you two?” he asked the duo that hadn’t been involved in this discussion at all yet. Lee and Nia had been way too occupied making out while pumping vibrators in and out of each other’s cunts to get a word in.

The kiss broke reluctantly. Lee gasped and sighed a slurred, “Dunno.”

“Saphire Duchess,” Nia gave her opinion.

“You have such high ambitions?” Lydia asked with a raised eyebrow. “No, wait, I understand, you wish to create a nature reserve the size of a duchy.”

“…I also wish to create a gathering place for other blanks,” Nia responded after her customary delay. “Fusion is large and sparsely inhabited. I can make a village for us, where our strangeness will not bother other Abyssals.”

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“Uh… I really dunno,” the gamer girl remained on point. “Lady Procrastination?”

“Lady of Shifting Dimensions!” Sylph declared.

“That feels way too badass for me.”

“Girl, ya god-locked Tiamat the other week.” Rave crossed her arms. “Literal goddess of chaos.”

“Yeah, uh… I guess I am important?” Lee was adorable, puffing up her chest and blushing at the same time, stuck between cringing and gloating at the compliments she received. “I’ll take it.”

“Lydia, if Lulu gets land here then you should as well. Lorelei, I’d want your input as well.”

“If we are creating a landmark for our given provinces, then I request the title of Baroness of Mithrilburg.”

“It would be pretty expensive to build a castle from Mithril,” John joked.

“It is a reference to my title, as you well know,” the Queen of Mithril stated.

Lorelei stopped lapping at the monarch’s cunt to answer, “If I may, I would simply request that I be dubbed Duchess Varnik. My house has a long and proud history of serving the Lady’s vision and this is the name I wish eternalized.” She turned her head. “I hope this meets your agreement, blessed Warden?”

John had entirely forgotten that Moira was in the room. That wasn’t to say he was actually unaware she, Lyndell and Fianna were there, just that he hadn’t actively registered them. All three had simply been absorbed into his expectation of who should be in the room.

All three were also clearly aroused by what was going on around them. This was a light orgy, but it was still an orgy, which was a whole lot more than he had previously exposed those three to. Lyndell and Fianna were as naked as the rest of the women around and struggled clearly to keep their hands off their lady-bits. He had forbidden them to have orgasms without his permission until they joined his harem. They were keeping to it.

Moira’s cheeks were absolutely flush. It was the pink of horniness, not the red of anger that he had half expected. Cross-armed, she was the only clothed woman besides Lorelei in the room. “That sounds peachy,” she pressed out, her voice forcefully flat. Her eyes reflected sexual confusion more than anything else.

John had a feeling that the sights she took in were going to get used that very same evening.

There was only one woman in his harem left to ask. The third body loosened the gag in Metra’s mouth. Though fucked quite thoroughly, the wolf woman’s keen ears had kept up with the conversation. “I’ll just go with what Ehtra has planned.” The blonde grinned widely at her fellow Metracana. “You have the lead on the reclamation of Akkad. I’ll take whatever title you think is best.”

“…Appreciated,” Ehtra mumbled, smiling quite widely. “We will share a title, then.”

“U-u-uhm, d-d-d-dinner is r-r-r-ready!” Daiyu declared. “Please, please let me go to s-somewhere less awkward now?”

“No,” Lulu told her most loyal servant. “You have to get used to this.”

And to the sounds of ‘Awawawawawa’, they moved to the dining room.