Collide Gamer

John had been kept out of the chamber dedicated to their erotic activities on this night. The door had sat there, like the beautifully tied ribbon of a wrapped present. When he put his hand on the handle, he felt the anticipation make his stomach do somersaults. ‘I’m about to witness beauty in its purest form,’ he thought, then entered.

Naturally, his eyes first found his women. They were parted into two rows, standing and sitting along the edge of a shallow pit in the ground. Their body language was casual, almost confrontational, a clear difference to the deference they had displayed on his birthday. Micro bikinis clung to their varying curves. Tiny triangles scarcely covered hard nipples, the edges of areolas often visible behind the glossy material. Thin strips of the same nestled between the swollen labias of their womanhoods.

There was no intended order to the women, no pre-agreed symmetry. It was his harem in the beautiful sum of its parts, greeting him with smirks, blushes and varying degrees of confidence. Only Rave and Aclysia had a clearly designated spot, standing left and right of the bed that parted the two lines. Where Fianna and Lyndell were, John did not have to guess. His superhuman hearing could pick up the little whines of gagged women behind the curtains that obscured what was on the bed.

“Welcome to your personal heaven, tiger.” Rave ran her hands over her curves as she spoke, emphasizing every centimetre of the body that had become his idea of the perfect woman. “The plan is very simple… Ah!” She interrupted herself with a moan, practically thrusting her hips at her own hand. Unashamedly, she rubbed her pussy, spreading slick juices. Her hips kept circling smoothly, her shoulders trembled as she swayed. She was dancing and masturbating. “Hope ya like oily, horny women wrestling with you.”

“Allegedly, I love that.” The tent in John’s pants belied his sarcastic tone.

There were chuckles all around, mixing with moans. After Rave, several others had started to pleasure themselves.

Nathalia played with her massive tits, so sensitive that just massaging them was enough to make her thighs glisten with pussy juice. Seated, Sylph was finger-banging herself at a rapid pace, already marking the orgy with its first orgasm. Lee and Nia were shoulder to shoulder, rubbing each other’s cunts where they stood. Nightingale got the aid of both Lydia and Lu Zhi, the two empresses working the clit and pussy of the goddess. Gnome was trying not to be overt about it, but the legs she had pulled to her chest did not fully obscure her masturbation. Siena stood behind Lorelei, teasing the seer with love bites and fleeting touches. Lorelei was the only one who replaced the leather thong with a chastity belt.

Between those slutty displays, the most submissive of the harem continued to stand or sit in eager anticipation. None of the maids were touching themselves. Aclysia, Beatrice, Claire, Delicia, Ehtra, Momo and Nahoa, all of them were good girls waiting for command by their Master. Same went for Hailey, Scarlett, Metra and, of course, Eliana, whose adoring eyes were glued to him. Undine, so far, stayed her hand as well, but that appeared to be more of a reflection of her calm than any sudden increase in her degree of submissiveness.

The sight and behaviour of the women immediately communicated what kind of orgy this was going to be. Subservience to John was not going to be the focal point. By virtue of being the man of the harem, he would always have outsized attention. Beyond that this was about everyone – an orgy of the harem for the harem.

“Oh, yes…” Rave gasped, an orgasmic shudder running through her. The tiny bit of clothing over her pussy stretched over her knuckles while she rubbed her clit in slowing circles. The orgasm eventually subsided, but her fingers never stopped working. “So we’re gonna have fun wrestling you… but before we pour the oil in the ring, there’s something else that ya need to do.”

Aclysia had a smile on her lips that was a bit too wide to just be the pleased expression of a dutiful maid. In her green eyes glinted the controlled craziness of an obsessed woman that wanted her Master to have everything. With such glee, she pulled on a cord attached to the bed. Hidden strings opened the curtains.

Fianna and Lyndell were gorgeously bound. Ropes and rings covered them neck to toe. Legs were straight and tied together, arms kept behind their backs, and, unlike all the others, they wore not even the micro bikinis. It was expected that, despite their high Endurances, their first encounter with John’s dick would leave them knocked out or, at the very least, unable to participate for a while.

Both women were further gagged, blind-folded and deafened by ear plugs. All that they had left to rely on was touch and smell. Inactive vibrators were attached to their clits by BDSM tape.

John shed his clothes with the press of a button. His steps took him through the centre of the currently inactive oil wrestling pit. As he repositioned, so did the harem. From the edge of the wrestling ring, they moved onto three rows of seats that surrounded the bed on the flanks. They were going to watch him introduce the two new haremettes to the pleasures of the harem and John did not mind one bit. In the absence of fucking them himself, what was better than being their inspiration as they pleasured themselves?

Nostrils flared as he climbed onto the bed. Fianna quietly whined, while Lyndell wantonly stretched and cried in need. Seeing the usually so lethargic woman this animated only further proved what John had already guessed: there was no teasing Lyndell. Not every submissive had endless patience and that was more than fine. As the dom, it was his duty to accommodate their wants, needs and desires.

“The remote, John.” Aclysia handed him the little device. It had two sliders on it, labelled F and L. Customizable vibrator remotes were just one aspect of the many luxuries of being this rich.

John took a short look at it, then activated the vibrations for Fianna. The tiger woman began to squirm, hips rising in search of a touch that John denied her. Unlike Lyndell, Fianna was the typical submissive, ready to oblige his pace.

The soft mattress gave notably under his weight. John crawled across, taking in the mingling aromas with every breath. Just the presence of his harem basked the air in a sweetness that filled him to the loins. Perfumes, natural scents, choices of shampoo, and the fragrance of fertile women all mingled together. Closest to them, John particularly basked in the earthy aroma of the horny mushroom and the iron-laden scent of the sniper.

Kneeling beside Lyndell, John moved his hand down her stomach at a, in terms of lovemaking, brisk pace. He removed the vibrator, the tape easily detached from her hairless skin, then rubbed her waiting pussy.

The reaction was immediate. Lyndell screamed into her gag, proving once more that quiet goth women tended to get freaky in the sheets. Her virgin pussy was slick, her folds clenched around his invading fingers. He began with just one, adding a second after a couple of wiggles of his wrist.

Any exploration of her kinks that he was sorting in his head was unnecessary to push her over the edge. No sooner had he found the sensitive spot on the roof of her tunnel that she was spasming with borderline concerning intensity. John recognized an orgasm that demanded more when he saw one and redoubled the motions of his fingers.

Lyndell’s bound body curved off the mattress. Heels, shoulders and elbows propped her light grey skinned form up. She was vibrating, trembling, screaming and then she went as rigid as the human body could. Pussy juices squirted in heavy gushes all over John’s fingers, soaking the sheets beneath her.

‘Well, at 69 base Libido, I can’t say I’m surprised she’s a squirter,’ John thought, easing off the movements as Lyndell settled back down in the sheets. The difference in body language was stark. The need had drained from her expression and been replaced with a post-orgasmic tranquillity that really could not be compared. Curious about what she would say, John removed first her earplugs, then the gag. “Feeling better now?”

“Sooooo much betterrrrrrr.” Lyndell sounded like a stuffed cat, which was ironically what the person next to her would be within the next ten minutes.

Fianna was squirming, the light buzz of the vibrator keeping her at an edge that John’s seal on her orgasm would not let her drop from. Looking at her, in all of her bottom-heavy glory, pulled the Gamer in the direction of working her next.

‘Then again, why should I bother choosing?’ he asked himself. ‘I have two women to bring into my harem at the same time. Not a chance I am likely to get again.’ He licked his lips. ‘Might as well play it accordingly.’

“Thank you, Master. Do whatever you want with me, Master. Deflower me and pump me full, Master. Please, put your hands all over me, Master,” Lyndell muttered a string of offers and pleas.

John shuffled between the two women. His hands roamed over them both, testing them. The brush of his nails over their flat midriffs had them both trembling. The pinch and twist of their nipples had Lyndell visibly more stimulated than her partner, though neither exhibited any kind of displeasure at that kind of pain. Same went for him grabbing them by the throat. Lyndell’s tongue stretched out in excitement, as he put more weight on her neck.

“Freaky little mushroom,” John said after releasing them both. He had a pretty good idea now where he could take them both – on another day. He remained convinced they would be out after one thorough pounding.

Under the smouldering gazes of a sapphically engaged harem, John decided to begin with the main course. He swiftly loosened the ropes keeping their legs tied together, leaving them wrapped up in decorative bindings, then laid Lyndell on top of Fianna.

Despite being almost equally tall, Fianna’s hips were notably wider than those of Lyndell. The grey-skinned woman’s curves were more moderate and, by John’s tastes, all the more alluring for it. Her ass was nothing short of perfect, although the display south of it was even more deserving of the word. The dark grey and light pink of their swollen cunts stacked in that fashion was just perfect.

John rubbed his cock against both of their entrances. He monitored their reactions very carefully. Fianna did not at all care that she was still deprived of most senses and Lyndell seemed to have needed that one orgasm alone. ‘Two more super submissives.’

John pushed forward, sinking between their pussies. The slow thrust made them squirm with anticipation. He pulled back, then repeated the little game. As he did, he waved the surrounding haremettes in.

Aclysia and Rave were reading his mind without actually leveraging any mental connection. While the harem glided down from their seats to crowd in and around the bed, the first two of the harem removed the specialized muffler from Fianna, then the gag, then the blindfolds of both women. John wanted them to see the entirety of the harem and for the entirety of the harem to see them…

…while he penetrated them both at once with his two cocks.

Master Stud active, he got to live out the fantasy of claiming them both simultaneously. They were both incredibly tight. Fianna may not have been a virgin anymore, but had John not known about that, he would not have guessed it. Their folds were both squeezing his cocks while he pressed into them bit for bit.

What started as a hot embrace became a constricting grasp as soon as he lifted the orgasm seal. Under the eyes of the entire harem, the two newcomers shouted. John used the eyes of his maids to see those of Lyndell and Fianna roll up, the stacking pleasure modifiers on their own doing enough that this first penetration had them both squirt before he was even all the way inside.

John stopped, waiting for their climaxes to settle. As he did, the haremettes shifted to do more than just watch. One after another, they moved in, pressing kisses on the gaping lips of the newcomers. They cycled in constantly, only stopping when Lyndell or Fianna needed to shout out their pleasure.

“S-so big!” Fianna uttered her first two words when he was finally all the way inside both of them. Her eyelids were in a constant state of fluttering. The corners of her lips twitched, before she was claimed for another kiss by Lydia.

Already, they were both in a cockdrunk state and all John had done so far was push in. ‘If I wasn’t able to power-level women through sex, I probably wouldn’t be able to entertain someone like Daiyu for my harem,’ John thought. The shortstack was on his mind purely because of recency. ‘Although she would pass out for other reasons first… Enough thinking about her, though. I should concentrate on this!’

John pulled back and then slammed back in as swift as their clenching cunts allowed. The two women shouted, their pussies gushed, the 23 other haremettes moaned and sped up the motions of their fingers.

“I want to see this closely,” Siena whispered into John’s ear.

“By all means,” the Gamer invited her. Large breasts squished on his back. Arms hugged him, fingers explored his chest, while the sadistic shadow spirit put her chin on his shoulder. She giggled erotically, taking in the same sight as he did.

Siena was not the only one who had gotten her fair share of kisses. The bed creaked under the weight of so many curvaceous bodies, but it did not give. The full force of the aroused harem’s pheromones had John need to find his own release with increasing intensity. Hours of wholesome being together had left his balls heavy and his base male instinct yearned to flood the wombs of two new partners.

As much as he craved the release, he also had his pride. He did not have to work hard to make these newcomers cum their brains out but his own standards demanded he brought them to an ecstasy beyond that.

Every thrust was another survey of their bodies. John studied every detail that he could grasp. From the jiggle of their asses and thighs, to the pitch of their voices, everything was studied. He was setting their nerves alight with every bit of motion, yet there was a difference between the simple shouts of a pleasured and the high-pitched, sometimes choked cries of a blissed-out woman.

John did not just aim for the latter. He intertwined the two into a concert. Like melodies, so too did their pleasures rise and fall. To overstimulate would have been a mistake that he was too experienced to still make. Stretches of hard thrusts, then long pauses of slow penetrations and caresses, that was the strategy to make Lyndell’s back twitch.

The Gamer pulled out, to delay his own release and to turn them around. Fianna on top presented him with the maid’s fat ass. He would have spanked her if he didn’t think the overstimulation was going to have her go limp. He even had reduced their sensitivity by 10% already to keep them present.

Back inside, another orgasm triggered, and this time the quivering of their quims was too much for John. He knew he was at the point of no return, and he accelerated suddenly. The dual penetration and impacts of his thrusts filled the room with wet clapping sounds. The moans of the other haremettes became silent, all concentrating on syncing up their release with his. He could feel the pulse of Siena’s magic through her breasts, hammering against his back like a heart would.

What signs he exhibited, John did not know. They all, however, did. When he plunged into the two women for the final time, the room exploded into shouts, screams, cries and moans. Twenty-three women were declaring their lust to the world as two emptied their lungs and fell silent. The seed that pumped into them flooded them both with raw pleasure. The first of many, many times they would bask in this sensation.

John only had eyes for them. The corners of his vision were simultaneously dark and filled with white lightning. A few seconds were stretched to his perception into a string of observations. The beauty of Fianna’s trembling shoulders. The medium-sized breasts squishing together. The wonderful reality that they sought each other’s lips instinctively. The gripping of their pussies trying to milk every drop he had to give.

Every jet of cum was relief and brought him further away from the blissful seconds. It was, always, a strange sensation to go from climax to post-climax. It was even stranger now that the post-nut clarity did not come. In its place, there was only the continued readiness of a body that was built for daily orgies.

Fianna and Lyndell, however, were done. He pulled out of them and they collapsed like puppets with their strings cut. John had to roll Fianna off the thoroughly fucked goth below her. Just touching her had the white-haired woman spasm from another orgasm. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⁂fire.net

Shoulder to shoulder, they were sweaty pictures of the concept of blissed-out. Their eyes were halfway closed, unfocused, their lips twitched between gooey smiles and grins, and their cunts were gaping, the enormous loads oozing from their pussies.

John was quite happy that he was still taking those pills Delicia gave him that prevented any hangovers from this level of cockdrunk. They were so blissed out that, despite the usual inclinations, the other haremettes did not dare lap the fresh cum out of their pussies.

“Let’s give them time and space,” John said and shuffled out of the bed. “Time for the main activity.”