Collide Gamer

Another morning, another easing into the land of consciousness via pleasant tingles from his nether region.

Eyes closed, he grunted. Now aware that he was awake, the woman whose lips formed a ring around his shaft intensified her motions. The up and down was wild, the caress of her tongue driven by instinct. A more meticulous woman would have focused more on his sensitive spots. It was a difference that John knew very well.

This aggressive style of service was his first clue. It did not narrow the selection down much. Salamander, Lu Zhi, Eliana, Rave, Metra, all of them had a style of sucking him off that matched what he currently experienced. Nathalia, Sylph and Nahoa also were quite the wild cocksuckers, exceeding what was currently being done by enough of a margin to be notable.

Tight lips glided up and down, the lewd slurps of a breaking and re-applied seal mixing with the groans and gasps of a harem stirring from slumber.

‘Can’t be Salamander,’ John thought. ‘Not hot enough… well, it’s plenty hot…’ He groaned again, the eager tongue an adequate instrument to deal with this morning wood. ‘…No unusual tongue either, so that’s Lu Zhi probably out. No purring, so I can exclude Jane too… that leaves Metra and Eliana.’

John allowed himself the seeking of a second clue. Placing a hand on the woman’s head, he noted both the intense reaction to his controlling grip and the lack of additional ears. Either would have done to make certain the identity of his cocksleeve.

“Eliana,” he said.

The sight he had through the Mandala Sphere confirmed what the pleased hum of the pretty little psycho already did. Immediately, John pushed himself to an upright position. A few seconds later, it was Eliana who was on her back, the full length of his cock getting repeatedly pushed down her bulging throat. Balls smacked aggressively against her forehead. Her pussy was gushing under his fingers, insistently pumping in and out of her cunt while he used her to get that first thick load of the day out of his body and into hers.

It wasn’t quite the right hole, but it was closer to where it was supposed to be in her stomach.

Their morning progressed regularly. From the bed, they went into the shower. ‘Still no sign of Moira,’ John thought. After the incident the day before, she had retreated to her room and not shown herself since. The absence of the Warden had weighed down everyone’s day, to the point that John hadn’t even felt like going through all of the new Metracana Master Perks. Since he didn’t lose anything by sitting on them, he chose to do exactly that.

“What’s your next move going to be?” Rave asked.

“I’m going to bounce that question right back to you.” The Gamer scrubbed his head. To the pouting of the surrounding maids, he had decided to actually clean himself that morning. “If she really does want to be part of this harem, you should be in her brain by now, right?”

“Getting a lot of interference on those signals,” Rave admitted.

“Well, if you’re lost on the social situation, how do you expect me to handle it?” he asked, only partially joking. She was the more charismatic of the two of them, she was also the one more capable of understanding what other people were thinking inside of a conversation – as long as she kept a cool head.

John did not think of himself as a poor speaker either. He had plenty of evidence to show that he could convince someone. His understanding was a lot colder, however. To him, a conversation was like a singular engagement of units in a strategy game. Generally, he considered it more important what upgrades and building choices someone had made than their gameplay at the moment. A somewhat flawed analogy, but it got the point across. John understood what operation a person was following, what their motivations and aspirations were. Rave was much better at recognizing the details in the moment, to instinctively respond not to what someone thought they wanted but to what they actually wanted.

That was why Rave was so effective at getting into the heads of everyone in the harem. Her finely attuned intuition just told her how someone ticked, while John was busy studying the gears.

“My plan was to wait until midday and then knock on her door.” John turned in the shower, letting the streaming water wash the soap bubbles from his back. “Beyond that, I got nothing.”

The highly elegant plan turned out to be too much already. When they moved to the living room, they did so to the sight of Moira sitting on the part of the couch designated for guests. Sipping on a tea she had made for herself and covered in the longest sleeves and loosest pants he had ever seen her in, the Warden greeted them with a critical eye.

“Done with your cleaning debaucheries?” she asked sharply.

The tone confused John, as it did the rest of the harem. They streamed into the room, taking their usual places. Aclysia, Claire and Nahoa went to the kitchen, to prepare breakfast. “It was a pretty tame shower,” John responded jokingly.

“Your standards of tame and mine vary wildly.” Moira put her cup down with a clear clack. “I flew close enough to this sun to know that.”

John felt a knot form in his stomach. “Sounds like you didn’t enjoy sharing it with us?”

“Enjoyment is not what one considers when avoiding sin. One must instead contemplate their duty to their code and the expectations placed upon them.” The Warden’s green gaze was hard like a sheet of ice. “I have reflected upon temptation and recoiled. Live in your perversions, if you wish, but leave me out of it.”

‘What do I do with that?’ John thought. That certainty that he had built up over the last couple of days that he could count Moira among his haremettes inevitably was suddenly being undone. Simultaneously, he wanted to tell the Warden that she was making a mistake stepping away from it all yet he also wanted to respect her decision.

In the end, he nodded, slowly, regretfully, but a nod all the same.

“It’s your life,” he said, flatly.

“And I will not live it sucking cock and degrading myself to one of many sluts,” Moira added.

That turned the emotions inside John from confusion to annoyance. ‘I’ll let her get away with one,’ he thought. ‘Not like all of this can be easy on her either.’

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“M-morning,” Daiyu stammered and closed the door behind herself. Distracted by what else was going on, John had not noticed her entering. He was thankful for her accidental intervention, though. It allowed a clean break in the conversation.

“How did you sleep, Sylph?” he asked.

“Oh, oh, tonight was awesome! Gnome wanted to try a story line she has been cooking up with Claire, so she did a full pen and paper session in our dreams and we fought Ghorsholorsh, Lord of the Deep Sea Gretches!” Sylph lost not a single second, drowning out any other talks that could have happened with her chatting.

It cascaded into the one big conversation breaking up into a whole lot of smaller groups that exchanged opinions on more specific matters. As philosophy, views, and stories were exchanged, breakfast was served and then eaten. After, it was time to announce the plans for the day.

“Simple idea for the rest of our stay here: we will do our gift giving, then go to sleep, then have a final strategy meeting before we leave,” John reminded everyone. “The moment we are out, we are splitting up into task forces to address the running of the state, the Kingdom portal mystery, and the Latebloomer in San Jose.”

“A-a-a-alright then! That’s where I g-go back to my-“

“Nope,” Lu Zhi grabbed the rising servant by the wrist, “you stay right here.”

“Wawawa-why?” Daiyu stammered.

The empress smirked widely. “Because we got something for you.”

Blushing, smiling lightly, and excitedly shifting from one leg to the other, Daiyu fell silent. When they did their move to the festive side room, she tapped away with enough enthusiasm that she almost cut ahead of the group.

‘Just adorable,’ John thought.

“At least this room is safe from your debauched lifestyle?” Moira asked, as they stepped back into the ‘Christmas chamber’.

“You’re overusing that word today, Moi-moi.” Rave spoke in that humorous yet sharp tone that friends used when they were warning one another.

The Warden’s shoulders moved up and then down. “Merely calling it as it is.”

Rave’s pupils narrowed for an annoyed second. The general annoyance towards the redhead was rising every time she opened her mouth. There was more sanctimony in her than there had ever been. After seeing what perversions the Warden herself enjoyed, such moralism was bothersome to the utmost.

Completely unaware of this mounting tension, Daiyu tip-toed towards the big Christmas tree. “W-what is it?” she asked.

“First, put this on!” Lulu grabbed a Santa hat and put it on the head of the lady-in-waiting. Though Daiyu was indeed wearing red that day, the clash of styles between the clearly Chinese, short-skirted dress and the fluffy hat with the dangling pom-pom was every bit as humorous as it was adorable. “And then, sit down.”

“O-okay?” Daiyu was gently shoved into an armchair.

Amused, John watched the scene between empress and servant, one crawling under the Christmas tree, the other trying and failing not to look at her sovereign’s ass. It was a pleasant reversal of their roles that Lulu was the one to get something for Daiyu. ‘Just because the difference in status is clear doesn’t mean that it has to persist through every second of life,’ he thought.

“Where did it go?” The imperial tomboy crawled deeper beneath the tree. Though everyone had put on clothes for the wholesome day, it was impossible not to stare at Lulu’s butt at this point. A Gamer Attractor covered her perfectly shaped globes: black fabric was pulled taut over her cheeks, underlined by the green of the rest of her pants. “There it is!”

Lulu fished the right package out of the small ocean of presents. Moving backwards, her ass swayed a couple more times, putting everyone under its hypnotic influence. John was only aware that it was truly everyone because of his second point of view hovering behind them. That the entire harem was figuratively drooling was expected – but Moira literally doing it was a bit much.

Just as everyone started to recover, she swiftly cleaned her chin and put her stern scowl back up.

“As your friend, it is my honour to bestow upon you this gift.” The Heavenly Jade Empress remained on the ground, extending her arms towards the seated shortstack. “I hope you’ll like it.”

“I, uhm, uh… E-empress, it’s not proper if I take… you know… stand?”

“Now you remember to call me empress first this time?” The imperial tomboy shook her head and wiggled the book-sized package at the black-haired woman. “Take it.”

“Awawa…” The package went from one pair of hands to another. Already blushing, Daiyu carefully peeled away the adhesive strips that kept the colourful wrapping in place. John chuckled lightly. She could have just ripped them all off, it wasn’t as if they were going to reuse the paper. All the same, the contents were eventually revealed. “I… uhh… don’t know what this is?”

Daiyu lifted the case up to inspect it more closely. It was made from metal, but the cover was glass, giving a view of ten rows of keys. “It’s a selection of properties all around the world,” Lu Zhi explained. “Very reclusive cottages, where no one will ever find you unless you want to be found.”

“Oh, that’s… that’s very expensive!” Daiyu pointed out.

The imperial tomboy waved off. “It was the best I could think of. I already swamp you in all the literature you could ever want. Plus, we all chipped in together.”

“It’s one gift per person,” John explained. “Otherwise, we’d drown in boxes and there would be so many duplicates.”

“Half of them dildos, no doubt,” Moira threw in.

That was the last snipe that John could take. He suddenly whirled around and grabbed Moira by the shoulder. “We’ll be right back,” he spoke grimly and shoved the Warden towards the exit.

It was surprisingly easy to move her out of the room and into the adjacent corridor. Once there, he gave her one more push. Hitting the wall with her back restarted her defiance. “You can just ask, you bru-“ she began.

Hard, John’s hand hit the wall next to Moira’s head. The redhead jumped, then suddenly crumbled, all of her haughty expression collapsing into a slack-jawed stare between awe and fear. Slouching halfway to the ground, she found herself in the shadow John cast on her, the lamp above them illuminating everything besides the Warden.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled. “I can understand if you don’t want to be with us. That’s fine. I hate it, but it’s fine. You’re still our friend – or are you tossing that bathwater out with the baby?”

Moira’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times. Red rushed into her cheeks. “We’re still f-friends! I-I’m just building up the appropriate distance!” she defended herself. “I can’t… I can’t do what we have been doing! I’m the Warden!”

Those assertions hit John like glass did a brick wall. Eyebrows furrowed as he picked up the shards of those words and tried to assemble them into a picture that made sense. While he did so, Moira continued to tremble like a scared rabbit. It was as if a psychic force kept her pinned in place.

“And?” The single word finally left John’s mouth.

“And?!” Moira was between squeak and screech. All of the composure of the past hour shattered. It had been every bit as hard and every bit as brittle as ice. “I’m a champion of virtue, of justice, of the Lady’s way, I cannot be some… strumpet that… masturbates all day and… gets bred without pause like some kind of… strumpet!”

“No one is talking about masturbating all day and getting bred without pause,” John told her, exasperated. “We have shown you that we know moderation and no one judges you for figuring out your boundaries. You can have fun without letting it ruin your life.”

“There is no other choice!” the Warden insisted. “It’s virtue or sin. There is nothing in-between. If I am your woman, then that’s all I’ll be. It would be a disappointment to my potential, to the light that I can yet bring to the world. I can’t indulge just because… I… might want to! There is a world we need to save from all the wickedness that-”

“You sound like Justinian.”

The four words hung between them. Embarrassment, panic, fervour, anger, confusion, they all drained from Moira until only a tired look remained. “Oh,” she mouthed that singular syllable. “…Perhaps he had a point…?”

“Go to your room,” he stated. It was not a suggestion, no offer, and certainly no request – he stated it. It was the plan and he was sticking to it. “I will come to you when I think you deserve it.”

The words were every bit as harsh as he felt in that moment. He regretted them already by the time he turned away from her. What he would regret more would be to be soft on her now. He stepped back into the room, ignoring the soft thud of Moira’s derriere hitting the floor.

He closed the door without looking back.