Collide Gamer

Reduced to the strength expected of their respective frames, Lydia and Nathalia moved forwards with justified confidence. John was a tall and well-built guy. He was confident he could have taken either one of them in a fight and won. Both of them, however, that was a problem. Lydia was tall, Nathalia was taller – the tallest in the room by a narrow margin.

John inched away from them as they approached, considering his best move. Nathalia had magicked her horns away, which was good in general but it did take a reliable way to grapple her out of his hands.

The ‘6’ written on the top of her left tit swayed left to right as the dragoness crawled forwards with feline grace. Nathalia was not only tall, she was also curvy. Breasts and wide hips took off a lot of the edge he had on her weight wise, which would make it harder if not impossible to toss her around like he had done with Sylph and Lee.

Lydia followed the prowling redhead at a bit of distance. She crawled off to the side, splitting his attention. Possession vision let him trace them both for longer than regular human eyes would have, but there was still a point where his field of view could no longer hold both. He had retreated as much as a casual match like this allowed, from a point of propriety.

The only way out was forwards.

‘I have to get Nathalia to climax first!’ John thought and suddenly surged forwards. The moment of surprise was difficult to seize, the slippery ground making the charge more of a slide.

Nathalia was not an easily surprised woman. She met his charge head on. He had a little more power than her, but not enough to topple her over. Luckily, he did not have to get her on her back to get to one of her weak spots.

He buried his face in her abundant cleavage, spreading oil all over the caramel mammaries. Nathalia gasped just from that and moaned when he sucked on her sensitive nipple. There was more erogenous zone to these tits than there was to regular women’s pussies. The nympho dragon was twitching already…

“It will not be that easy!” Nathalia declared. Arms slung under his shoulders, she toppled both of them over. John did his best to stay attached to her tits. The effort was of mixed success, becoming more and more difficult as her athletic curves became every bit as oily as he was.

Lydia struck when John found himself on his back. A loud groan escaped him, while the queen sheathed his entire cock in her throat. A daring move by one so orally sensitive, yet also one that left him stuck. He could make no hasty moves while pinned in such pleasant a fashion.

Nathalia further inhibited his movement, putting him in a Full Nelson. Her heels pushed against the insides of his thighs, making it difficult to close his legs.

Knowing him secured, Lydia glided up. Her red lips stayed around the edge of his lower head. John tried to squirm away, to no avail. Nathalia kept him locked, her fat tits pressing against his back and her own sinfully full lips pressing kisses on his neck. “You will sire dragons, women whose beauty will make kingdoms fall and men whose might will make them rise.”

“Oh fuck,” John groaned. The bit of service to his breeding kink was accompanied by Lydia’s oily hand grasping his shaft. His women were used to him trying to make them climax fast and often, the same could not be said in reverse. There was an unspoken accord that they wouldn’t do their utmost, to keep his climaxes spaced out.

Lydia knew exactly where to put her tongue. The arhythmic caress of the engorged head combined with simple, rapid stroking to put lightning in his veins. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold on. A futile endeavour that could only end one way.

The harem whistled and cheered for Lydia, while spurt after spurt of virile cum filled her mouth. The struggle to hold back only made the release so much stronger. The cocksucking queen gathered it all up, then released his dick with a loud pop. She presented the load to the crowd, then tilted towards Nathalia.

“Keep it,” the dragoness cooed. “I’ll get the second one.”

Lydia smiled slightly, then gulped the entirety of his load down. While she twitched from the release, John let himself be womanhandled into whatever position Nathalia wanted. “I’m all yours,” he said.

“Of course you are,” Nathalia spoke haughtily, an amused glint in her incandescent eyes.

For all of the love that John had for turning Nathalia into either his flustered lover or well-pounded cocksleeve, he would never deny that she looked gorgeous when she was on top. Hand on his chest, keeping him flat to the ground, she swung her light brown leg over his waist. Coming to a straddling stop, she straightened up. A haughty grin on her face matched the confident posture of her shoulder. Her breasts were pushed out, emphasizing their enormous size. They were the biggest pair in his harem, attached to a fittingly curvaceous, tall woman.

Her slick pussy glided forwards, travelling up the underside of his twitching shaft. He groaned for her delight. “That’s a good man,” she cooed, dominant without being domineering. “A nice, thick cock, eternally hard. What a nice find you have been… or what a fortunate find I was for you.”

John chuckled, then closed his eyes. The last thing he saw was Nathalia raising her hips. The first thing he felt was her pussy enveloping him. The first few centimetres were already widened by her feverish masturbation. Past that was her familiar tightness and the heat of a fire dragon, enveloping his cock like a glove and a hot spring at the same time. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel•fire.net

“Ready your tongue,” Lydia demanded.

The Gamer did, then tasted her womanhood a second later. The tasteless oil mixed with the sweetness of her juices. Her hands rested on his chest, stabilizing her while she moved her hips in little circles. They found a rhythm together that had the queen climax in no time.

Nathalia’s motions could not be described as ‘little’ in any capacity. “AH! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah! Yes! Deep inside!” Choppy shouts overpowered the continued cries of the wider harem. Her ass slammed down on his thighs with enough force that John could feel the ripple up her squishy derriere. Every drop was a clap and a tremble and a gush, the goddess bringing herself to repeated climax until his seed pumped up his shaft.

Lydia’s pussy on his tongue, Nathalia’s squirting cunt around his cock, a microcosm of heaven in which his cum found its proper place. Each pump delivered more of it to Nathalia’s womb. ‘Soon, very soon,’ John tried to appease his hunger to press that one toggle.

“We shall… hog him no longer,” Nathalia panted and glided off his shaft. John saw his cum drip from her agape cunt as she walked and caught Ehtra begging to be the one to taste it.

Then his gaze wandered to the next duo of challengers.

Gnome had the 7 written on her shoulder, while Nahoa had the 8 proudly displayed on the inside of her left thigh. He was more confident he could defeat this duo… but he was also considering that it could be entertaining to lose deliberately.

John had not come to a decision by the time the two women reached him. “Time to get milked!” Nahoa declared, she and Gnome throwing themselves at him together. It was the best viable strategy they had to get him down – and it worked.

John was in the oil. He twisted to one side, then another. Unpredictability was his friend, but they had the advantage of four hands and two heads. Gnome hugged his legs with her entire body, keeping them together. His escape route was blocked by the bottom-heavy shorty for long enough that Gnome started to suck him off.

Was she as good as Lydia? No. She did not have the sensitive throat, however, which meant she had a lot more time for this than the queen did.

Nahoa was not half as able at keeping him pinned down as Nathalia had been. The demigoddess squawked in surprise when he managed to yank her off his shoulders. Arms wrapped around her midriff, he squeezed her upside down against his chest.

“Oh, Nahoa finds herself in a sticky situation!” Lulu shouted. “Will she get out of it?”

“Probably not,” Momo drawled.

“Statement: she is already cumming,” Beatrice said.

Indeed she was. John had penetrated her saccharine sweet cunt with his tongue. It took barely any time to bring her to her first climax.

Some time was still time and when he pushed the disqualified woman off himself, he was faced with Gnome’s entranced bobbing. He attempted to slip back, but she remained stubbornly attached, and past a certain point his body refused to entertain the idea of pulling a woman off his cock.

He emptied another load down her gullet. Gnome drank it all with fluttering eyes, then released him with a lewd pop. “I-I win?” she stuttered, post-orgasmic shivers running through her.

“We win!” Nahoa cheered.

“She wins,” John stated. “I took you out fair and square.

“Fair enough.” Nahoa’s ditzy tone had not a single element of disagreement to it. The submissive maid hardly minded getting commanded by Gnome.

“Uhm, uh… f-fuck Nahoa while I watch!” the season elemental ordered.

John was amused by this. ‘She is just too much of a nice voyeur,’ he thought, while executing on what she demanded.

“Total loser,” Delicia mocked from the sidelines. “I would never get caught like that.”

Nia played with the shortstack’s thick thigh. “You are setting yourself up for a brat breaking.”

John tuned them out, focusing on the demigoddess beneath him. He took hold of one of her thighs, turning her onto her side so Gnome could see everything. The brunette let out an appreciative, “Oh yes,” under her breath. Many more mutterings followed as he pushed into Nahoa.

Oil did surprisingly little to add to Nahoa’s shininess. By Perk, she always had a sheen to her, this just exaggerated it further. Not that this detracted from the general gorgeousness of the female body glistening under soft light.

John fucked her slowly at first, giving the petite woman’s pussy time to adapt. Once her folds had gotten used to his girth, he accelerated. He went further and further, until his hips were almost a blur. It was all that his diminished state could achieve and in her own diminished state, it was more than enough for Nahoa to be a panting, blissed-out mess.

“M-a-a-a-a-asssste-ee-e-e-eeeeer!” she cried, as a particularly intense orgasm made her throw her head back. John slammed into her and came at that very moment, elevating her climax into squirting ecstasy. At the side, Gnome’s eyes widened and her lungs emptied as she brought herself to a climax of similar strength.

John remained deep inside Nahoa while the twitches of her pussy wrung every drop out of him. Her body was insatiable, the folds pulsing and contracting in massaging rings, really working to get all off his cum.

“Alright, time for us to take on this loser,” Delicia said.

Scarlett raised one of her doll-like arms, inspecting the joint of her wrist. “Is it even worth getting oil all over my expensive limbs?”

‘That’s a combination.’ John slowly pulled out of Nahoa. He gave the axolotl maid a smack on the rear while she crawled away. “Just come at me already,” he dared the bratty duo.

“He’s always so stupidly confident.” Scarlett crossed her arms, the number 10 displayed on her midriff.

“Yeah, and he has absolutely no room for it!” Delicia said, her voice rising with bratty amusement. “Getting dommed by women like some limp-dicked little sub, such a total disgrace of a guy, I bet I could even beat him in arm wrestling! Just a quick-shooting cum dispenser!”

John’s left eyelid twitched.

45 seconds later.

“I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SO-A-A-A—W-W-YYYYYYYYYY!” Delicia screamed.

The shortstack got no mercy. John held her in a Full Nelson. Her legs were folded up, knees next to her head, his hands folded behind her neck. She could get absolutely nowhere. All she could do was get her brilliant brain broken by cock.

“Fucking brat!” John shouted, increasing his speed further. Holding Delicia up like that became continuously harder. Her fat tits bounced with enough force that he had to balance against it, something quite difficult on the slippery floor. John pulled it off all the same, because he owed it to himself to show everyone what a smug cunt was turned into – a gaping one.

Delicia screamed, eyes rolled upwards. Tits bouncing, toes curling, she squirted repeatedly, her pussy juices gushing over the face of a stunned Scarlett. After John had picked up and utterly impaled the shortstack, her partner in brattiness had no attack vector. What was she going to do, give him a handjob while he was fucking Delicia’s brains out?

The gathered harem went absolutely wild at the sight. What had been a heated atmosphere before got even wilder. Nightingale, Eliana and Salamander practically fell over each other in their need to make out. Sylph and Lee rapidly masturbated each other. Ehtra and Siena were scissoring, rubbing their pussies together as quickly as their thighs allowed. Lu Zhi and Momo were in a 69, tonguing each other as if their lives depended on it. Rave and Hailey were making out, Nahoa and Metra kneeling between them, licking their pussies. Nathalia was chest to chest with Lorelei, the seer visibly struggling to hold onto her chastity, while Nathalia got off repeatedly. Lydia and Gnome were shoulder to shoulder, mutually masturbating. Aclysia, Nia, Undine and Beatrice formed a pile of winding curves, all seeking pleasure.

Even as entangled as they all were, they had their eyes on him, taking in his use of Delicia as inspiration.

John thrust up into the shortstack one more time. She squirted again, clenching his cock. The Gamer was in the zone, rage and desire pulsing in his bloodstream in that specific, wonderful way that only a brat could incense in a man like him. He lifted the shortstack and put her on the ground next to him, leaving her a shuddering, broken mess of a woman that knew better and teased him anyway.

“Uhm…” Scarlett stared up at him, all confidence drained from her red eyes.

John stared back.

Twenty seconds later.

“OHHHH-OH-OHHHh!” Scarlett’s words were gone the second he had pinned her down. The mating press was the second of the two proper positions to show a brat her position with. Her ass, wonderfully round for a woman this skinny, took the repeated, harsh impacts of his thrusts.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“I’m going to give you a lesson you will remember for a few hours, at least, you arrogant punk!” he roared, while ruining her pussy. Not that there was much left to ruin, there was already only his harem and him, other men would never enter the equation for this redheaded cockglove. “I’m going to pump you full and you will love it, won’t you?!”

“Yes….”

“LOUDER!”

“YEEEEEEEEESH!” Scarlett screamed.

John accelerated further. It was the final stretch, one last blur of motion. It came to a sudden stop. One moment he was swinging his hips with raw power, the next he drove all the way into her and unloaded. His cum torrented up his shaft, pumping into her depths with shots so strong John felt them ripple in soul.

Few things beat a proper brat breaking. Every spurt was a spine-tingling testament to his conquest. Scarlett’s tongue was lolling out, her face was a display of depravity, and her body twitched in unison with his cock. Just a few minutes of pounding and she was back in her proper place: under him, thoughts melted by pleasure.

John pulled out, letting her ass flop to the ground. “Get out of the ring before the cum mixes with the oil,” he demanded. His tone was enough to make her move, slow and quivering, but move all the same. “Actually, no, fuck it,” John changed his mind halfway through. “Everyone, come at me at once! Let’s make this fair!”

A swarm of horny women descended on the only cock in town.