Collide Gamer

They were merciful with their dear broken angel afterwards.

Eliana was delicate when she woke up. Too happy to add more than the occasional ‘fuck’ to her sentences, she spoke quietly and teared up at the mildest bit of praise. They had actually managed to mindbreak her with compliments. Which, while amazing, did mean that they should push no further. John was genuinely concerned she was going to experience a sub drop from serotonin depletion.

So further plans were diminished in their intensity. They gave Eliana her gifts with little fanfare. There was nothing too creative this year, mostly variants on clothes she already wore and equipment for her atelier.

After that, they put on a trashy sitcom and watched it as a group. Eliana loved that kind of program. Rather than continue to aggressively cuddle her throughout it, John decided to wrap her up in a blanket. It had to be a thin blanket, courtesy of Rave’s preferred temperature, but the spirit of the adorable burrito was there.

They binge-watched the entire season over the course of about 8 hours. Eliana was fed the rest of her treats during that time. Occasional commentary was all that was heard. It was a very quiet and tranquil time in the house. Such a degree of silence was rare in a household of this size.

They invited Fianna and Moira to join them, on the suggestion of Eliana herself. “Don’t want them to be alone,” was her simple justification. Not that any was needed. Both women chose to oblige. Lyndell had not disappeared at any point.

After the end credits of the god-awful rom-com had run, the plans for celebrations were officially at an end. “That’s everything we had planned.”

“You promise?” Eliana asked. Hours later, she was still a lot more fragile than usual. All he could see of her were some strands of hair framing her face. With big eyes and pouty lips, she was so adorable, it almost exploded John’s heart.

“Promise.” ‘No matter how cute and loveable you are or how squishable your cheeks look.’ For the sake of her health, he did not add that out loud. “A totally different topic to be covered.” John turned to Lyndell. “It’s time.”

The oldest living entity on the entire planet looked up at him from her nest of pillows. Velka had stolen them from the couch over the course of the last few hours and graciously shared them. Now, girlfailure and birdcat were lying next to each other on the floor atop a treasure trove of cushions, surrounded by empty coffee mugs and wrappings for custom-made Magryph treats.

Lyndell rose leisurely from her position. She brushed herself off, then walked to the gap in the U-shape of the couch. She positioned herself in front of the TV, which was shut off.

“We thus begin the evaluation of Lyndell as a new member of the harem,” John said. “I’ll now be quiet. Jane, do the thing.”

“Momo, do the thing.”

“Me?” The sassy maid pointed at her face. “You have, like, three responsibilities in life and this is one of them and you can’t even do it yourself?”

“I can but you’re better at it. I’m delegatin’.”

“…Like this is some huge task that requires skilled labour,” Momo muttered, then sighed. “Alright, by the power invested in me by the lazy cat in charge, I am heading these proceedings. We’ve now had time to get accustomed with Lyndell and her forlorn ways. Anyone against her joining the harem?” No raised hands. “Anyone got things to say about her joining the harem?”

Lydia spoke up immediately, “I retain that her lack of individual goals is concerning. Yes, many among this harem define themselves by following John’s vision or supporting other members of the harem in their dreams, but none are currently as withdrawn as Lyndell. For Lee, this was a factor for me to temporarily deny her access. I will be more forgiving with Lyndell courtesy of her special circumstances.”

“I am thankful for that,” the grey-skinned mushroom said and bowed her head. “I will acquire a hobby, at some point.”

“Alright, with that covered, anything else that should be said?” Momo looked around. “Everyone in favour of adding Lyndell to the harem, raise your hand.” All hands went up. “And it is done. You may now kiss the guy.”

John stood up, meeting the long, swift strides of Lyndell with his own. They met halfway down the length of the table. New lovers with shared instincts, they coordinated the embrace flawlessly. Her arms wrapped around his neck. One foot was raised, hooked behind his leg. She relied on him for balance and he readily provided it. He hugged her chest tightly, pressing her handfuls of breasts against his naked pectorals.

Their first kiss was an intertwining of senses. Completely nude, there was as little in the way of their swirling tongues as there was of their sexes. In his desire to feel all of her, he sunk his fingers into her perfect ass, lifting her just that little bit needed so her labia pressed against his cock.

Just the presence of her swollen mons against the underside of his shaft electrified his being. Their kiss was longing and satisfaction intertwined. She tasted like she smelled, of a damp forest, heavy and earthy.

Through the touch flowed the Gamer’s magic. Lyndell’s barrier fell, letting his mana penetrate her soul. She let out a muffled giggle into the kiss, likely feeling a tickle. John could sense the washing magic coalesce where it always did, while a feedback of magic took hold on his own skin.

They continued to kiss for much longer than the magic demanded. It took every ounce of his restraint not to lift Lyndell a little higher, to impale her on his cock and take her virginity. There was an importance to that act that superseded even the kiss.

When, finally, they did separate, John took a step back to see what variety of mark had been placed on her. With its elaborate centre and the larger and smaller shadow of the heart atop her womb, he recognized her mark as the Mindful variety. This put her in the company of Nia, Undine, Gnome, Lydia and Nightingale. The mark on John was located on his left little finger, shared with Nia and Lorelei. All around quite fitting neighbours.

As soon as she reckoned his curiosity sated, Lyndell re-attached herself to his chest. She hugged him with the certainty of a magnet that had found its fridge. There was no smile on her face, but her eyes were sparkling. She parted her lips to receive her next smooch. John gave it to her, while he dragged her along to his place on the couch.

When he sat down, she straddled him. It was unlikely she had meant to end up with her cunt hovering right above his dick, dripping sticky juices onto it. The temptation was beyond words. Had she known how close she was, maybe she would have lowered her hips herself, rather than continue surrendering her tongue to his whims.

Momo came in from the side, grabbed Lyndell’s butt, and pulled her to the side. Refusing to let go of the kiss, the horny mushroom continued to let her tongue be wrestled.

“Kissing… is addicting,” she whispered only after he finally put a stop to it.

“Yes, it is,” John agreed.

Lyndell opened her mouth to say something else. It remained open as she looked around. “When did we sit down?”

“About five minutes ago.”

“Oh… okay. More kisses, perhaps?”

“In a moment.” John took her by the shin, rubbing those black, glistening lips. “I have a question you need to answer first… can you wait another 6 days to experience sex?”

Lyndell’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Why?”

“We do this thing, on Christmas, where we have a huge orgy… like, a proper orgy,” Rave explained. “Not the casual stuff, a professional orgy. It’ll make for a lot more memorable first time.”

“The choice is yours,” John added. “If you want to, I can take you right here or I can carry you to the bedroom.”

“No… I will wait,” Lyndell decided, somewhat surprisingly. “I will trust your judgement.” She put her arms around him again. “The kisses are relieving me plenty already.”

“Do you want to just keep kissing me or do you want to start kissing all of the women you will share a bed with for the rest of your life?”

Lyndell glanced back and forth between John and Momo, who sat closest. After a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to the one-body problem. She picked the fairy maid. To say the two women engaged with each other with sapphic enthusiasm would have been understating the absolute smothering they tried to impose on each other.

It was at times like this that John remembered that Momo leaned women-preferring on the bi-sexual spectrum.

Watching the two incredibly hot white-haired women fall into Nathalia’s lap, while still making out, was too much for John. If he did have the capacity for it, he potentially would have been stroking himself out of sheer desperation. He turned to his left, to find Siena sadistically grinning. “You have a Quest window to check.”

“Oh, fuck off, Shadow the Edgehog.” Perhaps because she had actually gone fully ignored for a bit, Eliana had recovered. “His balls are about to turn bluer than your skin, you midnighter.”

“…That feels like you are trying to come up with a new racial slur,” John pointed out.

“I’m always trying to come up with new slurs.”

That was certainly a sentence to start sex with. The thick-thighed blood mage had straddled him in reverse and was sinking down as quickly as her tightness allowed. “How rough do you want it?” he grunted into her ear.

“How fucking rough do you think, assha-?”

Before she had finished her insult, he had put her in a headlock. A freakishly masochistic shortie was getting used as a cocksleeve while he opened up the Quest Completed window. Life was good.

‘Very funny,’ John thought dryly.

“That’s it?”

The flabbergasted question came from the other side of the couch. Moira, hands on her thighs, was searching the room for… something. Furrowed eyebrows and darting green eyes expressed a growing state of perplexion.

“That’s all it takes to join your harem? A vote?”

Salamander laughed at that. “Oh yeah, it’s so easy to get 25 women to agree on something.”

“Still! I mean… that’s it?!” Moira was so confused, she was almost flailing with her gestures. “Just a kiss and a hug and the mark is there?”

“That is basically it, yes. That and the minor fact that I have to love her.” John did not even think about rubbing Eliana’s clit as he talked. He just did it, thrust up into her, and had her squirt all over the table. A casual display of his sexual prowess, easily enacted while talking. “Why do you care?”

“I do NOT!” Moira declared and jumped to her feet. Her bunched fists were now at her side. “I do not care about how you add to your gallery of attractive women in the slightest, nor do I care about the limitations of your empowerments! I do not care at all!”

“You will cease yelling at my Master,” Aclysia frostily stated.

Moira pressed her lips together, then turned on her heels and marched towards an exit. John exchanged a quick glance with Rave, who stood up and gave a head signal for Hailey and Lorelei to tag along. The three left the room in pursuit of the redhead. He waited until Rave dropped him a confirmation message that they were out of the house.

“I have to honestly ask: does she want to join the harem or not?” the Gamer put his question to the audience.

Who, universally, looked at him like he had just eaten a live toad. Eliana even wrestled herself free to give him a judgmental stare over her shoulder. “Are you fucking with my soul?” she asked him. “How did you get 25 of us, you dense nerd?”

“I’m not good at interpreting what the weeaboos would call a ‘tsundere’,” the Gamer responded. “I’ve been blessed with, mostly, women who just speak their mind. Call it my self-selection for the tomboyish type… Anyway, I can take that as a yes?” He specifically looked at Lyndell as he asked.

“If I knew, it would be improper to disclose,” the ancient entity answered, before starting her next make-out session. She had advanced her way to Sylph by now.

“Fair enough,” John sighed and put his brain to this task.

He was now 99% certain of this. There was a chance that he and his entire harem were wrong, but that was just his precaution speaking. The pieces lined up perfectly. Her showing off more in recent weeks, the blushes, the playing with her hair when he was around, the gradual softening on him being sexual around her, not to mention all the conspicuous meetings she had with people.

Moving backwards from his current spot, John tried to pinpoint when Moira might have started seeing more in him – or whether or not she did. The throughline that went across the events was clear: Moira was dissatisfied with her level of power.

That gave her reason to seek his mark, but Moira was a better person than that. She wouldn’t have tried to join the harem if she just sought power, that went against her principles and everything she had shown herself to be. No, if she was trying, then it was because she had both reason and desire to do so.

It was obvious that Moira was still attracted to Rave. It was also clear that this alone wouldn’t have changed her behaviour. There had been months between sleeping outside the harem becoming forbidden and this recent rising of the Warden’s boldness. If anything, it seemed to stem from the fact that they were showing off more, thus increasing her own confidence.

‘There is no exact moment when she started being interested,’ John concluded. ‘She probably just… slipped into it as factors coalesced. Being left behind in power by her rival. Seeing her childhood friend so happy. Living out the aftereffects of the Blessing on her own… she’s a young woman herself as well.’ John sighed, in pleasure because Eliana resumed bouncing, and at his own stupidity. ‘That’s why Lorelei started treating the harem like a holy institution. If Moira joins, how much more sacred could it get, from her perspective?’

Having the definitive answer on Moira’s feelings made him consider his own feelings about her. He liked Moira. She had been the one to introduce him to the Abyss. It could be said that he still owed her for not being an evil kidnapper that wanted to stuff him into a mana factory.

Sure, she had a stick up her ass, but he wasn’t turned off by those types. She had the beauty and the strength of will to be a haremette. It would even be a good move politically. Could he love her? There was no doubt about it. He had built a wall to contain any blossoming feelings for her, because he knew his own weaknesses. He had done so on the impression that she wasn’t interested.

That wall had been built. Could he break it down? Should he? Moira was a young woman, this could all be a mistake she came to regret, born from simple libido.

‘My remaining 12 days in here won’t be boring,’ John thought. Newest update provıded by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥