Collide Gamer

There was no bonus chest for Tarshan, which was mildly disappointing but also somewhat expected. Presumably the fight would have been about as hard if they had fought just Visceria, the second phase would just have been more dominant.

John flipped open the lid and began pulling out its contents.

In the Common category they got 2 Feathers of the Uniter, 1 Thenngrian Crystal and 1 Willing Ichor. All of them were crafting materials of high quality, which meant they wandered to Scarlett.

Uncommon, they got the Vokal Icon. It provided whoever held it 10% bonus damage against gods, rising to up to a 50% bonus scaling per hour of battle. It was too niche for John to carry it around. He did not plan to go full Kratos on any pantheons in the future.

Rare, he got the ‘Swing the Elven Hips’ and the Bloodkeel Core. The former was a book, more of a piece of joke loot than anything else. The latter was interesting, allowing him to build a ship with magic and ice. That would make for a very nice prestige project, if nothing else.

In the Epic category, much to his disappointment, he got the Dress of the Uniter. It was a gorgeous dress, definitely, with a multitude of enchantments that harmonized well with lifesteal abilities. The problem was that the only one in the harem who really would benefit from that was Ehtra. Even if Lady Vengeance had been willing to exchange her armour for the dress, she couldn’t have. For reasons of magic, his Artificial Spirits could only benefit from the enchantments on armaments. The make of their body simply prevented them from esoterically connecting with armour and other such items.

Nothing in the Legendary category.

“Bit anticlimactic,” John said. “At least there are levels.”

John was pumping up his Intellect at the time. Before he reached max level, he needed that Stat at 2500 for the Synergy Perk.

‘I might have to make some more concessions to Wisdom before I get there though, all of these Sustain Costs are rising quickly…’ He gave a side eye to the profile of Fianna’s ass. ‘Worth it though.’ “So,” he raised his voice. The sniper snapped into a straight pose, way straighter and more rigid than usual. She was blushing crimson, her hand shooting to her forehead in a reflexive salute. She already knew what he was going to say. “Caramelldansen?”

“Please…” He had never heard Fianna be that small and miserable before. It was intoxicating.

“Is this where we learn the deep, dark secret of your anime phase?” Scarlett asked.

“Can we talk about literally anything else?”

John rubbed his chin. There was much second-hand anime knowledge he had acquired due to his first fiancée. “Lucky Star.”

Fianna almost cringed out of her bodysuit. “Stooooop, Sir, I beg of you…”

“Alright,” John agreed, only to mutter, “I will keep that in my backpocket for later.”

“And he ain’t the only one,” Metra added with a huge grin.

Fianna, for the first time, looked like she regretted having chosen this path.

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John had decided to take a nap on the couch.

He was resistant against exhaustion. Gamer’s Body, combined with his beyond superhuman Stats, made it so he could physically endure strain that would kill a normal person five times over. Mentally, he had the anti-burnout Perk from Martial Artist to keep him sane.

Those effects prevented his collapse, yes. Much like coffee kept one awake, they were not meant to be permanent changes to his habits. After the duality of spending 2 days planning a wedding and ramming his face into an incredibly difficult combat encounter, he was exhausted. A nap was something he had more than earned himself.

He woke up to someone cuddling him.

Rather than open his eyes immediately, he decided to play his game of guessing. He was not as practiced with finding out who was next to or, in this case, half on top of him, but he was decent.

The first clue was that this person was wearing one of his shirts. At least, he assumed it was one of his. He couldn’t imagine any of the women around wearing a t-shirt indoors unless it was one of his.

The second clue was the scent. It was earthy and aromatic, with a bit of a wet note, like damp forest soil.

‘Gnome?’ he theorized. He wasn’t entirely confident about it. The details were close enough, yet not quite there. Gnome had more of a general forest scent to her, more leaves and needles. The proportions matched as well though. Medium-sized breasts, spilling on his chest, a woman of above average height for her gender…

No, it couldn’t be Gnome. This woman was on top of him. John may have been superhuman, but he would know very quickly when the cuddle rock was layered on top of him.

‘Is Undine pulling a prank on me?’ he wondered to himself. He went looking for the third clue. The arm that he had, in his sleep, wrapped around this woman went on a journey. He followed the swing from her side to her hips, mapping every centimetre of the glorious hill in his mind. What a hill it was, perfect in its proportion and in its firmness. John only knew three butts of this quality. Rave? No, he would have a foot in his face. Lulu? No, this woman was too tall.

This only left the daring option.

“Lyndell.” He brought his hand up and then down again, smacking the naked rear of the horny mushroom with such force that it echoed in the living room.

“Ah!” she snapped awake with a blissfully pained moan.

John opened his eyes to the grey-skinned woman’s half-lidded gaze. Tired and horny were two emotions that should not harmonize as well as they did. The bedroom eyes she gave him, mixed further with her forlorn aura, resulted in what he could only describe as the ‘Goth Smoulder’. It was the kind of gaze that invited him to do anything to her, preferably something where he was in charge and she had to move as little as possible.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked her.

“Recharging the shirt.” Despite the cry just a few seconds ago, her voice was low, relaxed, and just a bit raspy. Languidly, she stretched. Her lips were mere centimetres away from his. It took all of his willpower not to claim them. When she slumped off to the side, it was almost a relief. Almost, because he still had a horny mushroom on top of him.

One of her shoulders was bare, the oversized shirt leaving it that way. The black fabric hung as lazily over her curves as she did on top of him, hinting at the graceful swing of her back. Her chest was softly elevated by her squished breasts. Almost as soft was the left cheek of her face, resting on his clavicle. One of her hands brushed over the side of his neck.

John felt goosebumps. Not even a man with a harem was remotely resistant against that kind of touch. Every brush of her fingers was another pleasant shudder. She gazed at him as if he was the only thing in her world. “That is a wildly inappropriate touch,” he mumbled.

“You struck first,” she whispered back. A mild shift of her hips was all he needed to realize that he was still clinging onto her ass. The pale grey twin globes rose south of the creased shirt. Indentations left by his pressing digits were already a work of art.

John opened his mouth in retort. All that left him was a pleasured grunt. His cock was rock hard, had been the entire time, and pressed against Lyndell’s smooth thigh. She was not wearing any panties. His hand on her ass verified that fact.

A few seconds later, it was direct touch that made this clear. Her pussy was hot. Every second they spent entangled like that was draining their wisdom away. He could feel her nipples harden through the shirt. Her black lips were slightly parted. When she exhaled, her scent enveloped him like an aphrodisiac spore cloud.

John actually looked around for a Status Window that he could blame for not throwing her off immediately. Nothing appeared. This was the average fooling around of two young and horny people, the result of a biology that was designed to get them to breed already. The idea of being the one to pump her full and effectively become the sire of a new species was stroking the Gamer’s pride and desire in equal measure.

“Not yet,” he managed to press out.

The hand on her ass snapped to one of her horns. The curvature, the angle, the smoothness, they all made the gradient-black growths so satisfying to grab and handle her by.

Lyndell bemoaned the loss of her man-mattress. She did not seem to be any more sad than usual when he threw her off the couch entirely, making her kneel on the floor.

John just barely stopped himself from letting his dick rest on her eager face. He was very aware that, if he let her nuzzle up against his shaft, she would be sucking on his balls with all the enthusiasm of a nympho girlfailure and he would, within 10 seconds, test her gag reflex. To prevent this from happening, he had her sit to the right of his legs.

“All I want is to be with you,” Lyndell said, sincere and horny.

“We’ll make it official soon enough,” John sighed. “You win, okay? There’s no reason to deny you, at this point, other than me wanting to try and train my control.”

“…Urgh…” It was the tiniest groan of annoyance John had ever heard, yet it cut very deep. The primordial entity swiped his arm off her horn, then got back on the couch next to him. “My desires make me short-tempered….”

“It is a bit unfair to you, that you have to wait like this,” John said, mostly to make her feel better.

“I understand this to be the usual procedure?”

“Yeah… but usually there’s some hold up. A personal shortcoming of the woman, a piece of history that needs resolving, an event that is being waited for.” John shook his head. “A few days ago, I wanted to give the others more chances to get to know you… but it’s not like you are hiding anything. You’re just this… adorably depressed mess.”

“Is there an insult in there?” Lyndell asked.

“Only if you hear one.” John paused for a moment, then looked away from her. Her beauty made it difficult to gather his thoughts. “Everyone likes you. Any reservations we had regarding your nature have long been dispelled. What remains is for everyone to attest to that fact. We could call a meeting at any time, but I want to hold out until the last day of this day.”

“Why?” Lyndell fell against him. She was quite careful not to poke his cheek with her horns while her head came to a rest on his shoulder.

“Because I have an excess of desire and a lack of time,” John answered. “At this rate, I am going to be a man with more than thirty women. Thirty, Lyndell, thirty wonderful individuals that I must live for each and every day, to validate that they made the right choice being with me when they could have had virtually every man in existence.” He paused for a moment and sighed. “I think I can do it. I wouldn’t if I didn’t think I could.”

“I’m low maintenance,” Lyndell assured him. “A quiet corner, some company, that’s all I want.”

“That is partly what concerns me.” John tilted back and studied the ceiling. It was very elaborate, to the point that he wondered why Lee had put that much thought into it. “Man does not live off bread alone, Lyn. You claim to just want a quiet corner and some company. That might be enough to keep you alive, but will that be enough for you to live?”

“I have no clue.” She wrapped her arms around his side. “I want to figure it out with you.”

“And I want to help you – which brings me back to my problem.” John placed a hand on hers. His thumb explored the little bumps of her bones and sinews. Such a slender hand for such a powerful being. “By God, Lyndell, I want you. I want to shove you down, pump you full of cum, then kiss and cuddle you until the dawn comes. I want to add you to the bed full of women that I love, the bed that I have the privilege of waking up in every morning… but where do I stop?”

“Not with me,” she stated, quiet yet strong.

“Not with you,” he agreed. “Not with Fianna either. Hell, the way the pieces align…” he lowered his voice, “…maybe not even with Moira.”

Lyndell giggled. A rare, tiny, and precious sound. The index and middle finger of her left hand tapped on his free shoulder like a little marching man.

“By this point, I don’t need to check Observe to see if I can put the Lover’s Will mark on you. I said that I wouldn’t expand my harem for a Quest and I meant it. That part is done… What remains is that I have to prove to myself that I can last a few days without impulsively adding you in. I know that I am leaving you needy and impatient.” He was about to apologize for it. He chose a different route. Smirking, he added, “But this is what you got interested in.”

“It is,” Lyndell agreed. “And I am horny. Very horny.”

“And you will stay horny,” John asserted. He had explained himself and Lyndell remained attached to him like honey to a honeycomb. Their mutual disappointment had passed, leaving them in the same situation they had been prior. “Trust me, the relief when I do claim you will be worth it.” He kissed her on the forehead.

“Can we cuddle a little longer?” Lyndell requested.

“Provided you can withstand the urge to mingle in my service to Master.” Aclysia entered the side room of the mansion fluidly, closing the door behind herself. “Your inappropriate conduct will be overlooked, courtesy of Master’s reaction to it.”

Lyndell lowered her head just a bit in a shame she… actually felt, judging by her body language. Despite knowing she was in the wrong, she had gone ahead and found him for cuddles. ‘She must be that infatuated with me,’ John thought, feeling his heart flutter at the realization. ‘Yeah, I could absolutely put that mark on her right now… but I won’t.’

Managing his impulsive desires was a lot easier now that Aclysia was in the room. The head maid presented him with a thermos cup. “I added an ice cube, it should have an adequate drinking temperature.”

A press of a button opened a little gap. John took in the aroma of the coffee. He had put in a mental order for it as soon as he had woken up. Much like he had felt like taking a nap, he now felt like a bit of coffee. The taste washed through his mouth, confirming both Aclysia’s brewing skills and temperature measurement.

“Wonderful,” he sighed, only to let out a much louder groan when the fully uniformed maid took his still hard cock between her plush lips. Coffee and cocksucking, a close second to steak and blowjob.

Aclysia bobbed her head rapidly. After denying himself the opportunity to test out Lyndell’s throat, he was dangerously close to blue balls. It was her duty and pleasure to release that pressure.

Lyndell watched the scene with quiet interest. Perhaps in an effort to distract herself from desires that remained bottled up, she stared at the thermos cup instead. “So that is coffee?” she asked. “I only read about it so far.”

“We don’t drink it a lot in this household. We usually get enough sleep… also my cum does the same thing.”

“Can I try?”

“Sure.” John handed the cup over to Lyndell. She spent a few seconds just inspecting the little mechanism that kept the lid sealed unless the button was pressed. Once she had worked it out, she took a sniff test of coffee. A few moments later, she carefully sipped from the beverage.

One sip turned into two gulps, turned into three, and before he could really stop her, Lyndell tilted her head back to get every last drop of the black liquid on her tongue. When nothing more came, a disappointed look crossed her features.

“Is there more?” she asked.

“Aclysia can show you how to make more… in a moment.” John grabbed the smooth horns of the first maid. He dictated a rapid pace, stopping with her neck bulging from his girth and his cum pumping down her gullet. “Alright… now… we can go,” he sighed.

If Lyndell was going to pick up the coffee hobby, that was something. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵