Collide Gamer

On the penultimate day of the second day, John stepped into the gaming room. He was accompanied by Ehtra, who carried on her person a clipboard. She liked doing that whenever she wanted to look secretarial.

“As you desired, your entire day has been opened up. Your additional bodies are deactivated and we shall not come to you unless we want to also play a game or it is urgent. The bunny creature has been instructed that being ‘super-duper horny’ is not urgent. However, to the end of arousal, it has been decided that we shall implement a blowjob schedule for the day with 20 to 30 minute intervals. Do you disagree with this decision?”

“Not at all.” Hell would freeze over before John would refuse getting his dick sucked while he was gaming.

“In that case, you are instructed to use this as your gaming position for the day.”

Ehtra gestured at a table that some of the maids must have prepared during the night. It stood isolated from the others. While its glass tabletop and high-end gaming PC followed the usual design, there were two important differences with it. One was that the chair resembled the monstrosity of comfort that was John’s office seat more than the simple ergonomic chairs that were otherwise around. Second was that the legroom of the table had a side entry – a hole in the cover that usually framed each legroom and was used to hide all the cables.

“So, you will not be interrupted while you game as the woman on duty will enter from the side. The slime Sybian has been placed in the leg compartment. The controls have been integrated into your streamdeck.”

“You love to hear it.” John walked over and picked up the medium-sized pad. A couple of taps had the dildo-crowned cushion in the leg compartment audibly buzz. The slime Sybian had been a drop from an Instant Dungeon a long while ago and, courtesy of being a malleable and most comfortable thing, remained the sex toy of choice for times like this. “Anything else?”

“For simple requests of food and other items to be brought to you, Momo has volunteered two of her fairy creatures.” Ehtra pointed at the duo who had entered behind them. As per usual, Momo’s Fae Maids were copies of her with a few not-so-subtle differences, primarily in the colour of their eyes, the shape of the irises being just a bit too large for normal people, and the veins on their insectoid wings, being red and blue respectively.

“Wonderful.”

“Which wraps up the preparations.” Ehtra put her clipboard on a different table, then entered the legroom of the table through the hole in the side. John sat down simultaneously, his cock, erect courtesy of the explanation of how he would be treated that day, was immediately met by Ehtra’s soft lips.

The clear glass of the table let him see everything about the bobs of her head. She wasn’t taking all of him inside, instead focusing more on the tip and the more sensitive upper half of the shaft. Deepthroats were fantastic for the feeling of power that accompanied them, but on a pure physical level, this was way more effective.

John groaned loudly, to let her hear just how good that made him feel. Then, he shifted the keyboard mat down enough that her motions weren’t in the corner of his vision anymore. He adjusted the positions of the mouse and monitors as well, then opened Steam.

The drawback of having a woman around his dick was that he couldn’t be trusted with any game that required consistent reaction time. Fortunately, he had enough turn-based RPGs on the roster. He preferred those anyhow.

John spent the next four hours just… vibing. He was listening to his favourite music, a wild playlist of rock, metal, dubstep, and orchestral gaming soundtracks, and progressed through the story one button click at a time. Immersed, he was only briefly pulled out whenever the shift changed and the women knew how to do a swift switcheroo without distracting him too much.

Halfway through the fifth hour, after defeating the boss of the early segment, John decided it was time to step out for a moment. One of the many changes that growing from shut-in nerd to a perfect example of the male physique had brought was an itch to spend some time of the day moving. He had not built up these muscles with traditional workouts, but they were still human muscle and the nervous system attached provided the impulses to maintain them.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or so,” he informed Undine. “Hope that doesn’t diminish your shift too much.”

“It does. I don’t mind. I’ll get my share tonight,” the abysstide elemental answered.

John smirked, a quiet promise that he would remember this when it came to their pre-sleep activities, then stepped away. The two Momos by the door followed him with their eyes, but did not follow him out of the room. They had been sent to obey him, not to stalk him.

Aimlessly, he walked through the mansion, just stretching his legs. He made his way up a flight of stairs then down another. He heard the sound of mild exertion over the relaxed music he associated with Metra’s yoga exercises.

It was not just an association; it was a giveaway on what was happening. The First of Wrath was standing on a yoga mat, opposite of her: Fianna, Lyndell and Lu Zhi. Metra led, the other three followed. All of them were sweaty, deliberately limiting their mana flow to keep the exercise difficult. Everyone with enough power instinctively understood that it was important to experience limitations regularly so they didn’t lose touch with the human condition.

“Out of the dark chamber?” Lulu asked.

“Just making sure my legs still work,” John responded in the same, joking tone.

Lyndell took the start of the conversation as the signal for a break. Like a house of cards, the primordial Lorylim collapsed onto the yoga mat. There was no grace whatsoever in her still form, laid on her chest and motionless. She reminded John of a plank. Admittedly, the most gorgeous plank he had ever seen.

‘That ass,’ John thought, feasting on the girl failure’s relaxed position.

“Why am I moving?” Lyndell wanted to know. “I could be in my dark chamber. My dark chamber does not make me sweat.”

“You know, the longer I know you, the more I forget that you are the oldest sapient entity around and the more pathetic you look,” Metra told Lyndell.

“Does pathetic mean I get to lie on the floor and listen to Evanescence all day?”

“Yes.”

“Pathetic it is.” Lyndell’s forlorn tone made everything she said so grimly sincere that it was delivered from being funny and entered some kind of emotional nirvana. John didn’t even really know how to describe what he felt whenever the goth shroom put her gloomy attitude forwards. It was equal parts adorable, concerning, confident and peaceful. “I think self-deprecation is just my way of coping with the cold universe.”

“I prefer cuddles,” John said.

“Tomorrow…” Lyndell muttered. “Cuddle me tomorrow…”

“Aftercare is important.”

“I’ll know tomorrow…” Lyndell sighed lethargically. “I’m thinking about sex all day every day. The anticipation is figuratively killing me.”

“You’ll survive,” Fianna stated, the only one who continued to follow Metra’s instructions as they talked. “I have been on orgasm denial for longer than you.”

“Really now?” John asked. “When did you start?”

“I haven’t been in the headspace for it during the conflict,” Fianna responded. “Since I know of your preferences, Sir, I voluntarily limited myself after the conclusion. Once I learned the details you gave Lyndell, I acted in accordance with them.”

“Interesting. Anal training?”

“Limited amounts. I had Aclysia advise me on appropriate sizes.”

“Sex… it’s all about sex…” Lyndell groaned.

“You’re not the only one who is excited about tomorrow’s orgy.” John’s cock twitched in anticipation. His birthday and Christmas were the two occurrences a year where his harem had consistently gathered creativity in service of an unforgettable experience.

Lulu hid her smile behind the jade folding fan that appeared in her hand. “The mentions of sex may slow after that energy is discharged, but they will never, ever cease. This is quite a hedonistic gathering we find ourselves in.”

“Not quite the traditional prudishness of your ancestors?” John teased.

The Heavenly Jade Empress rolled her eyes. “We have been over this before. There’s more between your western, Christian prudes and emperor Jie Xia than ourselves need to explore.”

“Jie Xia?” Fianna asked. “I feel that the White Tiger has an instinctive dislike of the name. Who was he?”

“One of the earlier emperors of the Middle Empire and the last of his dynasty. He lived in the time where the border between Abyss and mundane was not as harsh and he exploited his people mercilessly.”

“A shameful segment of my history.” Tianlong rose from Lu Zhi’s skin. The jade dragon opted for a smaller shape, curving behind its contractor and host like the floating cloud scarf that manifested whenever the empress tapped into the true reaches of the god’s power. “It was tradition, at the time, that the chosen son of the house of Xia would inherit. Traditions were changed after he was deposed.”

“Most famously,” John weighed in, “at least as far as the legends go, he was infatuated with a concubine, Xi Mo, who convinced him to order that a lake of wine was created. Jie and Xi then sailed on the lake, while people bathed and drank the lake and had a massive orgy. At the end, Xi ordered that the lake be drunk dry. The 3000 men all drowned.”

“Embellished in many places, no doubt, yet true at its core,” Lulu commented.

“Truly shameful,” Tianlong reiterated.

“Tradition was young at the time,” John said, understandingly. What the Mandate of Heaven had going for it now looked pretty archaic from the outside, but it was still the longest continuous country in history. That was a status that anyone with an idea of how difficult it was to keep a people unified had to respect. It took a while to work out and entrench semi-permanent cultural pillars that kept things stable.

“What happened with Xi Mo?” Fianna asked.

“Probably got killed in the ensuing war,” Lulu answered. “Records aren’t clear and this is well over 3000 years ago. Tianlong doesn’t remember every detail.” The jade dragon nodded, then retreated back onto Lu Zhi’s naked form. Like a tattoo, it coiled around the empress’ arms, tail tip on one wrist, head on the other.

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“You immediately brought it back there,” Lyndell rasped.

“If I may ask a question, Sir?” Fianna asked.

“You don’t have to ask if you are permitted to ask when we are already talking,” John told her, not for the first and likely not for the last time. Some people just had verbal ticks like that. As someone who overused the word ‘well’, he could not judge.

“I am to be confirmed for the harem tomorrow?”

“That would be the expected outcome,” John agreed. By his estimation, Fianna was an even easier addition to be made than Lyndell was. She was already hooked up to his mental network and had been empowered already, so the practical concerns of her just wanting power had already fallen to the wayside. What remained was the question whether she fit in personally. Unlike Lyndell, who had started existing pretty recently, Fianna had gotten close with many haremettes over several months. Plus, she had risked life and limb in their service, losing all four of them in the process.

It helped that she was stoic. Her being in control of herself made her predictable and that was a pretty valuable trait to have in a group this large. Much as he loved Eliana, Nathalia and Sylph, if he had too many of the character types that tended towards chaos and motion, this social group couldn’t last. The opposite could be said as well. If everyone was disciplined and set, they would have a pretty dull existence that people would drift out of due to a lack of excitement.

“Will… you be capable of placing the mark on me, Sir?” Fianna asked slowly.

A justified question, to which John did not have a definitive answer. The Lover’s Will mark required that both sides had a Relationship Score of 190+ of each other. Due to the simple reality of time spent focusing on the other person, it was typically a lot easier for the new haremette to fall in love with him.

That being said, John was also a man and that equipped him with the urge to love many women and sire many children. He was taking that idea to an extreme that history hadn’t quite seen before though. Not even the greediest sultans or Genghis Khan himself would have attempted to have this many women they actually loved.

‘There is definitely something I broke about my capability to pair bond along the way,’ John thought. ‘Or maybe that’s Gamer’s Body giving me a leg up due to the high Charisma and Libido I have.’ “There will be no problem,” he told Fianna with absolute certainty. He did not actually have it, but he wasn’t going to tell a woman that loved him that he wasn’t sure if he felt the same.

At worst, he did not feel that strongly as of this moment. He definitely wanted Fianna. It was just a question if the number would be high enough tomorrow.

“If you want to make sure, how about you join me in the gaming session?” he offered.

“Isn’t that ‘you time’, Sir?”

“It is indeed my time and I choose how I want to spend it,” he responded. “Offer is on the table.”

Fianna stopped in her exercises to think. She was still, except for her cat tail. The white, black-spotted addition to her bottom-heavy curves moved enigmatically. “I will take the offer,” she decided. “I think I ought to treat myself to time with the man I love.”

The declaration made his heart flutter. There was no shyness to it, no uncertainty. She stared him dead in the eyes and just said that. ‘Yeah, I definitely love the stern types too,’ he thought and gestured for Fianna to follow him.

Back in the gaming room, he arrived just in time to see Undine’s shift end and Beatrice’s start. The passive maid gave the stoic maid-to-be a slight smile. It might as well have been an approving grin from that plain-faced woman.

John sat down, Fianna pulled up a chair next to him. “I actually thought we would play something together?” the Gamer pointed out.

Fianna’s response was firm, “I prefer watching you.”

As a man blessed with many loves, he knew both that tone of voice and the attitude. It occurred frequently that his women preferred watching him do the thing over participating in it. The reverse happened rarely, but not never. John had sat at the dinner table several times, just watching the maids do their cooking. There was something endearing about just watching beloved partners do what they enjoyed doing.

So, if Fianna wanted to watch him play, then he was happy to have her be part of this.

“RPGMaker?” Fianna asked, when she saw the game in front of him.

“Yeah, Lee recommended the game,” John answered.

“Can you catch me up on the story?”

“Sure, so far it's been pretty traditional. Introduction mission with some goblins, then the main character and his best friend were sent to a neighbouring village to get some goods, and when they returned it was burned down. We got a clue that it might have been a rogue general of the holy kingdom, but nothing confirmed yet.”

“Interesting. I’ll ask questions as we move along,” Fianna said and rolled a little bit closer. Their shoulders subtly touched. The stoic sniper blushed just a little. Her eyes flittered to the work Beatrice was doing beneath the table. Every moment was softly underlined by the sound of sucking.

It was the mixture of erotic and wholesome that John loved most in life.