Collide Gamer

Black bones hung from chains. The skull was almost human, though the teeth were too sharp and the ears retained through spikes of solid bone, where cartilage should have been. For the ribs, there was no sternum, and the lower ones spread out wide in a horrific embrace. Skeletal wings thrice the width of the outstretched arms hung from the wall behind the creature’s back. A pair of empty joint sockets matched the size of the ends of each wing.

‘They must have ripped them out before chaining it,’ John reckoned.

They were beneath the temple. Finding the passage had not been difficult. Nahoa knew the traditional constructions and John’s additional senses did the rest.

John used Observe on the skeleton, which told him fairly little. “The skeleton of a Tzitzimimeh, a mysterious species of creatures that invades across Kingdoms,” he read out. “Nothing on what a Tzitzimimeh is or where it came from.”

“Ya know, sometimes Gaia’s decisions stress me out,” Rave complained. “She decides to turn our happy serpent hunting into you discovering some other Abyssal mystery and then she doesn’t give us any of the answers.”

“For once I’m the one not stressed, then.” John inspected the skeleton from multiple angles, taking mental pictures as he went. He sent them all to Scarlett via Harem Comms. She would do a quick scan of the net if anything similar had been seen anywhere ever. Once he had finished doing that, he tore the skull off the dead monster and placed it in his inventory.

“You don’t think this is connected to your current Kingdom portals?” Moira asked.

“It could be, but it is highly unlikely.” John turned away from the skeleton. Abominable as it was, it wasn’t even in the top 100 of fucked up shit he had seen in his life. It wasn’t even close to the top 25 this month. “The visuals don’t match. Even a skeleton of these things causes the local area to turn to night. No one has reported missing suns and we got photographs of the portals.”

“Related to the Rift Spawn, then?” Rave suggested. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel~fire~net

“Also unlikely. I fought the reanimated one that Arkeidos had under the sky, atop his fortress – the sun was there and it was day.” The Gamer shook his head. “No, what this means is that there is another faction capable of opening up ways into other Kingdoms. That’s hardly surprising. I can do it. Conditionally, but I have no reason to believe that these other things can do it unconditionally.” He stopped for a moment. “If there was an entity that could realm-travel between Kingdoms at will, that entity would be the closest one could get to Gaia, probably.”

“Unlimited resources, unlimited retreats, unlimited attacks,” Nahoa listed.

“Indeed,” John agreed. “Not to mention that someone who is capable of this must be a high level Latebloomer or an equivalent or even more powerful entity.” Chains rattled when John tested them. They were something above steel but not so much stronger that he couldn’t bend it with his bare hands. ‘I’m not that physically strong, so these creatures can’t be that impressive. Then again, who knows what kind of hierarchy there is?’

“You really think my father killed them all?” Nahoa asked.

“I suspect so,” John answered. “Did he ever mention anything of the sort?”

Nahoa thought back. “I can’t quite recall. He told many stories, but most of them were dressed up as legends.”

“It could be that this war was so easy it was not even worth retelling,” John said. “That one is hopeful. Alternatively, it was just so long before your time that he didn’t think it mattered anymore.”

Though Nahoa was old, much of that age had been spent slumbering away within the sealed vault. When she had been actively alive and running around, she had lived in an empire that had already been under Macuil’s sway for hundreds if not thousands of years. The exact positions on the timeline were difficult to ascertain. Not like Macuil had been interested in making a proper calendar.

What remained was a load of open questions. There were possible factors in play that could turn this into another threat he had to track. He estimated that likelihood as low. Too many signs pointed at this being one of the many, many, many threats that had surfaced and been dealt with long before he was alive.

Still, there was a bit of base paranoia he couldn’t shake.

“Being powerful has odd psychological effects,” John said, once they were out of the hidden chamber and back in the jungle.

“What do you mean?” Moira asked.

“Because I am the leader of a world power, my mind goes to trying to solve every problem of the world,” he explained his mental state. “Which in turns makes me start to think whether or not every problem in the world somehow revolves around me. Which… really, nothing that is currently going on in the world does.” John stared blankly into the forest. “Arguably I was the main target of the Lorylim invasion, but we won that. Everything else I am a secondary party to at worst.”

“And still you feel like all of the world’s burdens are yours,” the redhead said, knowingly.

“It’s a little bit different between you and I.” John shook his head, trying to dispel the sorrow creeping into his mind. Just mentioning the Lorylim had drawn his mind back to what he had lost. “You’ve been prepared for the task your entire life. I was a nerd with parents that were a bit too kind for my good.”

A gentle touch on his arm had his eyes snap to Moira. “You are a wise soul, Gamer, never doubt that.” She spoke meticulously, her voice softened from steel to caramel. “Perhaps your parents were not disciplined, but they did imbue you with a kindness that may save the world.”

“…That was beautiful,” Rave commented.

Moira rolled her eyes at the comment and backed away. The touch of her hand on his arm left a warm spot in his awareness.

John was two thoughts removed from pinning her against a tree and claiming her lips. The much weaker one was his crumbling propriety. She kept acting like a lover and he was not sure how much more of this ambiguity he could take before he just tested it. The much more important thought he had was this: ‘We shouldn’t focus on me right now.’

He turned to Nahoa. While John’s loss was more recent, Nahoa’s was not much behind in scale and so much grander in scope. Losing his parents had been terrible, but she had lost her father, her people, her history and most of her culture all in a day. A culture whose proud past she was now reminded of.

There were no more tears on her face, but she must have been hurting in her own ways. Was it not his duty to give her solace at a time like this?

“He was a protector,” John said. “Your father, I mean.”

“He tried to be,” Nahoa responded in a mumble.

John pulled the white-haired woman into a hug. Her face buried in his naked chest, she remained quiet where she was. No fresh tears wet his skin. Nothing so dramatic was necessary for her to deserve what calm his presence could provide.

Huitzilopochtli, from John’s perspective, was a flawed character, though not in a manner that he could claim was evil. That he had the choice to trade his life to deny Macuil access to his powers meant that there was something he could have done, but would that ever have been the right thing? Had he denied the sacrifice of Atlas and the old pantheon, then he would have perished and Macuil would have been free to terrorize the continent anyhow. Perhaps the best choice really had been to be the puppet on strings. At least that way, he had the influence of dressing up and minimizing the gluttonous god’s cruelties.

John didn’t know if that was the entire truth. It was the most charitable interpretation he had. That made it appropriate for the dead father of a woman he loved.

In due time, Nahoa tilted her head back. She put her chin on his collarbone. Her lips spread into a smile. The structure of her face gave it that alluringly mischievous quality. “Thirty minutes have passed.”

John was only a man. When she offered, when she guided his hand to the yielding softness of her bubble-shaped globes, his cock surged to life within just a few heartbeats. Nahoa giggled with sinful girlishness at the way his previously dangling dick now pressed against her midriff at a less than comfortable angle.

Such torment was not long endured. Nahoa pulled away from his chest, letting his manhood spring up. As entranced as he was by the ripples of thighs, the axolotl demigoddess followed the way his penis came to a slow standstill. Her hands seized him a moment later.

John just grunted in pleasure, letting her do as she pleased. Though she was submissive to the core, even the most dominance-craving woman could have her moments where she wanted to make her own decisions. Jerking him off was hers. The small woman’s hands stroked his length, spreading oozing precum until his entire length was sticky with natural lube. It did not take long after that for his seed to spurt out in long ropes.

Biting her lower lip, Nahoa let the surges of white splatter all over her. The first pumps were enough to reach her face and following jets coated her breasts, then midriff, then thighs. Each repeated tightening of his balls added further proof to the inhuman size of his loads. A tenth of a litre spread all over her front, marking her brown skin.

“Lady…” Moira sighed wantonly from the side.

When John looked over to her this time, two of her fingers were dancing between her legs. The moment their eyes crossed, her lids fluttered, her legs trembled, and she relied on the support of a tree to remain upright. Orgasmic spasms travelled through the naked knight, leaving her flushed and heavily breathing.

“…You need to stop looking at me when I climax,” the Warden grumbled afterwards. “It is really awkward.”

“You need to stop cumming right when I look at you,” John retorted.

“Unfortunate coincidences,” Moira declared.

“Coincidences,” Rave drawled, her eyes directed at the forest around them.

“Your teasing is misplaced.” The Warden crossed her arms. “At least you did the lookout this time.”

“Aha, so that was why ya didn’t do anything yourself!”

“Someone has to keep up a minimum of safety standards.”

“Yes, no, maybe, I’m just highlighting that you’re as horny as the rest of us.”

“I am not!” Why Moira was being a bit prude-ish again now of all moments was a mystery for the psychologists. “I am at worst a quarter as horny as you lot!”

“Ya know, John could just check Observe and then we’d have a number.”

“YOU WILL BLOODY NOT!” Distant birds scattered in a panic at the flustered scream of the redhead. “Ehem…” she cleared her throat. “I would quite prefer to keep my privacy. No one knows what secret of the Order may be revealed.”

John swallowed the obvious flaw in that logic. Secrets of the Order revealed by Observe were revealed by Gaia, which was basically a sanctified revelation to her. That was secondary to John, who was the head of state above the Order, de-jure, and, de-facto, had access to all of their secrets anyhow. Lorelei would have told him if he wanted to know. By this point, it was clear that she considered him more saintly than Moira’s dad.

“I will, indeed, bloody not,” John agreed in the term of friendly mockery.

Moira gave him the oddest stare, sour and relieved, then looked at Nahoa. “Are you… not going to clean yourself?”

“Absolutely not,” the demigoddess chirped. Keeping the cum on her was a deliberate choice. A steamed towel was within John’s inventory and her own Perk allowed her to be at peak cleanliness whenever she desired. “You have no idea how hot it is to walk around… marked.”

“Indeed, I do not,” Moira responded, words slow with condemnation and husky with arousal. Forcefully, she turned around on her heels. “Are we going to hunt this serpent now?”

“That depends,” John said. “Do you want us to try and find your people here, Nahoa?”

The demigoddess shook her head immediately. “If they are still alive, they have diverged from my people over a thousand years ago. Even if they were still alive and we could communicate, we could not travel back with them.”

“Had to offer,” the Gamer said.

“And I love you for it… Ah, I’m soooooo stupid.” Nahoa suddenly put on her ditzy tone again. “Urgh, Master doesn’t like touching his own cum, so now I can’t hug him anymore!”

“Touching is fine, for the most part, it's when it gets anywhere near my mouth that revulsion occurs,” John drawled. “Though you are right that it’s not my favourite sensation.”

“Is that why you cum inside basically all of the time?” Moira wondered.

“Nah, he does that because we don’t usually let him cum outside.” Rave’s cat ears turned one way then another. “’Cause it’s orgasm juice and all of that.”

“Also, he has a breeding fetish,” Nahoa said.

“Wanting to procreate comes free with human biology,” John pointed out.

“We talked about this before, tiger. Wantin’ to knock up your girlfriend is definitely normal but there’s human baseline and then there’s you popping a second hard-on because we talk about the topic.”

John looked down at his renewed erection. “Fair point,” he relented.

“C-c-can we please go hunt a snake now?!” Moira asked, red as a tomato.

“Yup,” Rave said.

“Thank the La- NOT THAT SNAKE!”

Rave and Nahoa were already sucking him off again.