Collide Gamer

“”Welcome back, Master.””

Both the voices and the bows of the maid cadre were in perfect sync. Ehtra stood in the centre of the formation, Aclysia to her right and Beatrice to her left, with Delicia and Lee on the outside. With her dark, almost black hair and different uniform, Lee stuck out like she always did. Unlike the others, she also blushed while displaying herself like this. Nonetheless, she was an honorary part of the maids.

Ehtra and Delicia, usually two very expressive people, displayed only pleased subservience as they raised their heads again. They were the very images of proper maids, hands folded in front of their waists. It was a visual showcase that, for all the attitude they could give him, both still loved their position as keepers of order in the many households of the Gamer.

Aclysia and Beatrice always radiated that air of maidliness. They were the naturals, the core to his harem, servants so exemplary that John would have advised Aclysia to write a book on it, had she not already opened an academy. Confidence and obedience intertwined in their body language. Their shoulders were pulled back, their legs parallel, their chins lowered so their gaze had a slight upwards angle when reverently beholding their Master.

Just seeing them stand like that made the blood rush to John’s loins. There were many lines of continuity in him that still connected the stuttering, hopelessly horny nerd from Springfield to the emperor of Fusion and his base appreciation for the French maid outfit was one of them. An appreciation that, if anything, had only grown as Aclysia had demonstrated to him the joy with which she lived the role of a servant. Further still, it grew with every individual spin of the growing cadre on the duty.

Claire, Momo and Nahoa stepped past him, joining the others in the line behind the entrance door. Seven full maids, one honorary member, and all of them stood at attention in their own way.

“Would you like a bath, a meal, or us?” Aclysia asked.

John’s mouth was dry. It was the… he had actually lost track of how often Aclysia had greeted him home with this ritual. Not just Aclysia, she had trained all of the maids to greet him. When he came home, any maid that was in the area would wait behind the door to bow and ask that exact question.

Sometimes, when the reality of this wonderful decadence hit him, it made him self-aware enough that he was lost for words.

“…A bath.” His voice was dry. He cleared his throat. “A bath. All of you.”

The group of maids parted into rows of four. Their coordination would have made a Hollywood choreographer’s jaw drop. Momo and Claire, the ‘hinges’ of the parting row, turned with the smoothness of gently falling water. Nahoa, Delicia and Aclysia on the left side stepped backwards. Lee, Beatrice and Ehtra did the same, but the passive and the sour maid switched positions in the middle of it. The manoeuvre was so gracious, John almost missed it.

Everyone had begun moving in the same millisecond and everyone stopped moving in the same millisecond. Turning, one step, two step or three steps, all the same, they were all locked into their new positions in the very same instant. The twin maids at the end of each of the two rows gestured down the hallway.

“”It will be our honour, Master,”” they spoke in unison. “”We have already prepared the water as per your preferences.””

“…You are the best servants anyone could ever ask for.” John stepped forwards, stopping at each of the women that greeted him so enticingly, to press a rewarding kiss on their lips. He lingered longer for those he hadn’t spent the last three hours killing ogres with. “You knew I would choose the bath, didn’t you?”

“A good maid knows her Master’s wishes,” Aclysia responded.

A smile on his lips, the Gamer stepped past her. Unified footsteps indicated that the ranks of the maids closed behind him. He began to walk. Unexpectedly, the head maid spoke without being addressed, asserting an authority she absolutely had.

“Fianna, accompany us.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

‘Interesting,’ John thought and turned towards the large, central bathing room.

They entered the changing room first. Nahoa and Delicia worked together to disrobe him. He had already taken off the combat parts of his regalia, but the suit and such remained. He insisted on taking the shoes off himself. For everything else, the hands of the two shorties were upon him before he could utter a sound.

He was stripped down to his underwear. Of the women around him, only Lee had to bother with stripping down herself, and her revealing maid outfit was easily removed. All of the maids and Fianna had their eyes glued to him while the shortest two maids pulled the trousers down. A wave of swoons and light gasps filled the room, whispers of awe and lust for the rock hard phallus that bounced twice before coming to a rigid halt.

“Let’s keep this moving,” John ordered.

It was big enough to qualify for a waterpark segment – elaborate enough as well. There was an Olympic-sized pool in the corner of the room. Metra was currently doing rows in it. She paid them as little mind as they did her.

Near one of the walls was a construct to decadence that John favoured. It was a half-circle of marble walls, down which warm water poured. It pooled in a shallow basin around a cushioned lounger, upon which he would sit while women danced upon pedestals and frolicked in the deeper waters beneath. All the while, servants would fill vases with the hot water of the waterfalls and upper pool to cleanse him by hand.

Magoi had created it as a friendly mockery of his indulgent lifestyle. John had immediately integrated it into it. The reminder of what had been lost put a dampener on his good mood. He embraced the feeling. In his experience, grief, and other strong emotions like it, were best dealt with by first accepting them, then digesting them over an appropriate amount of time.

It also wasn’t healthy to let those feelings disrupt his life.

The bathtub prepared was one of the moderately sized ones. Moderately sized in the context of the harem, where a jacuzzi big enough for 30 people was necessary. It also was one of the maid-approved designs.

The middle of the tub rose sharply to a half-submerged lounger. John laid down there, enjoying the perfect temperature of the clear water. It had been scented with oils, filling the room with the fragrances of vanilla, cinnamon, and cherries – an interplay that John particularly enjoyed. The aromas filled his lungs, lingering on his tongue with every breath, sending waves of relaxation and arousal through his veins.

The water only went halfway up his sides. Drains along the side ensured this did not change, while the maids entered the water. Their wonderful synchronicity broke into an equally wonderful scattering of individuality once they surrounded him. Their previously subservient expressions drifted into their own displays of comfort. Aclysia and Beatrice remained motionlessly dedicated to their first nature as maids. Claire smirked, a needy lustre in her green eyes. Delicia grinned smugly, while applying her plump udders to his chest, spreading non-bubbly soap. Ehtra rolled her eyes, yet mirrored the motions of the shortstack. Momo slipped her bottom-heavy body along the length of his right leg, trying to look annoyed while panting. Nahoa did the same, except she was lewdly grinning.

“You sure I should have the position of honour?” Lee asked, kneeling in the water between John’s parted legs.

“You drew the long stick,” Claire stated, with open envy in her voice. She would have complained louder, had it not been for her own position of honour. While Aclysia and Beatrice washed his arms and shoulders, Claire’s thighs served as his lap pillow. “Get to work, Master’s manhood shouldn’t go untouched this long!”

“Yes! Sorry!” Lee’s submissiveness made her respond like that on instinct. Her lips wrapped around his cock. She cupped his balls and relaxed her throat, taking him all the way down in one swift stroke. All that the dark-haired sub wanted was his load. God, how good it felt to get blown.

‘Sometimes you are weird, brain,’ John thought.

Fianna positioned herself at the foot-end of the tub. From John’s perspective, the tiger-eared sniper stood framed by the white-heads of the maids. Seeing the pale woman in that surrounding just redoubled how physically compatible she was with his maid cadre.

At first, she stood there as rigid as usual, a soldier even out of any kind of uniform. As the moments passed, she adjusted. Her robotic limbs hung a little looser, the strictness made room for a bit more grace. She pulled her shoulders back, kept her legs parallel, and lowered her chin until she, despite standing, was looking ever so slightly up at him.

Lee moaned, his cock twitching in her throat at the sight. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on N0veI.Fiɾe.net

“You’re impressing with your instincts, as per usual,” Aclysia cooed.

“May I offer a rebuttal?” Fianna asked.

“Affirmative,” Aclysia said.

“It is not instinct. It is a very deliberate effort. I consider your conduct admirable.”

The first maid clapped her hands together. “Even better!” she exclaimed joyously. “The life of a maid is about constant decisions. Time is limited and many duties call at every moment. One cannot always indulge themselves in Master’s presence. Surfaces need polishing more frequently than his rod does.”

“You wouldn’t think so, being with him,” Momo sassed.

John was half-tempted to set her to Mind Control. Two factors dissuaded him. One was that this was a maid gathering, which meant that Aclysia had a proper conversation in mind. The other was that he was currently making out with Delicia and the brat was actually trying to win the fencing match of their tongues. He had to kiss her into submission first.

“I have a greatly honourable proposal for you, Fianna,” Aclysia continued. “I believe that you will make a perfect fit for the maid cadre. You have the right body, you have the right attitude, your name even begins with the correct letter. Provided that you will be allowed to join the harem, I wish to extend to you the uniform.”

“I would be honoured. I have three points I wish to raise, however.”

“Speak them,” Aclysia urged.

“First, do I have your support to join the harem, then?”

“You had it for a while. I am convinced of the purity of your love and the honesty of your character. You will make a splendid instrument of Master’s supreme will.”

“The seer creature would say you will make a fine bed for his saintly seed as well,” Ehtra drawled.

“Which is quite true,” Claire remarked.

John was a simple man and the image of Fianna growing heavy with the child he put into her was all he could take. Momo and Nahoa stroked the length of his shaft, while surge after surge of cum filled Lee’s mouth. The honorary maid gathered it all up, presented it to him, and only gulped it down after he said the singular word: “Swallow.”

The orgasmic taste of his cum had her tremble intensely enough to create little waves in the tub. Above her round ass, John saw the dripping cunt of Fianna. Perspective was such an interesting thing at times like this.

“The entirety of the maid cadre is in favour of your joining now,” Aclysia continued.

“Statement: I have analysed your capacity for work and found it satisfying,” Beatrice said.

“You have devotion and you will be useful as a fellow infiltrator. I’ll be happy to work with you,” Claire purred.

“I’m sure you can beat this guy off often enough that he doesn’t come to my fat tits to relieve himself. Always disrupts my work!” Delicia complained.

“…The Master creature desires you… and you are of good character,” Ehtra stated, blushing.

“You’ve sacrificed for us, so I’m not going to question you any further. You fit in, that’s enough,” Momo said.

“I’m just happy to no longer be the junior,” Nahoa joked.

“Alllll of that…” Lee moaned, then resumed her work as his cocksleeve.

“My second question: I believe John likes it when I call him Sir. May I continue to do so?”

“Outside of coordinated speech, this is agreeable,” Aclysia said. “Your last point?”

“Working as a maid may conflict with my work as an infiltrator. As it currently stands, my assignments will remain to work undercover as a scout. I understand that, as a haremette, I will not be permitted to move as far out of range as before. Still, that is my specialized function and I would not want to compromise it.”

“A valid concern and one that we have considered. Your extensive shapeshifting abilities will be kept secret and your public appearances minimized. We are of the opinion that the two will not majorly obstruct each other. You are now one of Master’s women and the power you wield is not so easily pierced.”

“Out of safety, I would nonetheless request that I be kept to indoor activities primarily while not on a mission.”

“This is agreeable.”

“Then I would gladly accept the uniform upon confirmation as a haremette, head maid.”

“Wonderful… now, if you wish to drink in what you will be part of soon, then you are welcome to. You may also leave.” Aclysia bent down to claim John’s lips next.

Fianna stayed and watched ravenously.