Collide Gamer

“Here is so… ambitionless,” Nathalia stated.

It was the 29th of December and their searching for Kingdom gates had brought them to Maryland. Specifically, they were on the eastern shore of the Potomac River, the waterway that led into Washington DC, near a small village called Morgantown.

For the last two days, they had achieved effectively nothing. The other portals they had tried to get to had been closed by the time they arrived. Lee and Nia continued studying the residual energy, though there still wasn’t enough there to get anything certain worked out.

Which left the rest of them with time on their hands.

“It’s an important military position.” Eyes wandering over the water, Metra looked upstream, then downstream. “Close to one of our major cities. Plus, this place is already all Abyssals, so our movements will fly under the radar.”

“With the Guild Hall to be located on the West Coast and the Hudson Barrier destroyed, DC is likely to reclaim its position as a major shipping destination,” John agreed. “Having a military outpost to control the bay does make a lot of sense.”

It would make even more sense to put the Guild Hall straight in the harbour of DC itself, though that was from John’s perspective. Metra didn’t want to govern a commercial enterprise, she wanted to govern a fortress. Another point against it was that John had promised he would keep the land of the nobility limited. Plopping it right in the middle of one of the few prosperous areas that predated his rule would have been a bad beginning to it all.

They could do whatever they wanted. As sovereign, he was the one who decided on the exceptions. Simultaneously, he owed it to his own wisdom not to overstep boundaries. Since there was no one else left to enforce rules on them, it was even more important that they held to their principles.

“Still planning to place yours on Hawaii?” John asked.

“Of course.” Nathalia pulled her shoulders back, a smug expression crossing her alluringly mature features. Looking 10 years older than his harem of visual 20-somethings elevated her from the rest, even if the truth had several more digits. “Only the greatest volcano in the realm will properly serve as my domicile.”

John smiled at her. “Anywhere you go, the greatest volcano in the world is present.”

The dragoness blew air out of her nose. John felt like he saw a bit of the wobbling of air too hot to come from a human lung in the winter air. Out of habit, he gave a quick glance around. They were alone, the closest sign of civilization the (adequately sized) truck they had driven in. The houses of the town were mostly obscured by a treeline.

“What a corny line,” Nathalia said, her husky tone indicating that she was pleased. “Is that all the compliments you have to offer?”

“Your red hair is an orange cascade, glowing with incandescence even when chilled by the winter air.”

“As if the winter air could chill any of my fire,” the goddess boasted.

“Only if you permit it, for your control is every bit as magnificent as your might.”

“Nice save, my Emperor.” Metra giggled from the side.

John was tempted to similarly shower her in compliments, but she began to walk when he had just started to sort through the manifold things the buff blonde deserved to know about herself. ‘She never was as needful when it came to affirmation,’ he thought and put an arm around the dragoness. ‘Every last one of them with their adorable differences, small and large.’

The Gamer and the goddess of volcanoes followed the First of Wrath up the banks of the river. Swiftly, Nathalia attached herself to his side. “You aren’t done yet, are you, my mate?” she asked in a low voice.

“There are not enough hours in the week to list all that is lovable about you,” he responded. “Your red lips, so full of temptation. Your huge tits, elevated to such size by your pride and my desire. Your ass is absolutely just… wow.”

John let his poet’s soul fail for emphasis. His hand sunk into her squishy rear, squeezing as much of what she had to offer as fit into one hand. There was just so much woman there, an overspill of firm and yet yielding female flesh, kept from the true greed of his grasp only by the layer of her pants.

“You’re gorgeous, through and through, a feast for the eyes in every aspect.”

Nathalia hummed, pleased, and flipped some of her hair back. She continued to walk, treating his palm to the tactile sensation of shifting muscles under a flattering cushion of fat.

‘God, I can’t wait to breed her,’ John thought.

“Oy!” Metra shouted at the path ahead. “If you two were done, you could have said that!”

“We aren’t done!” Lee shouted back.

The brunette had her back to a tree. Nia was in front of and on top of her. There was no need to imagine what the two had been up to. The blank pressed her pale pink lips on Lee’s mouth again, the two making out wildly right up until John arrived by their side.

“Metra wants to put her Guild Hall down,” he told them.

“Here? Actually, here makes total sense,” Lee stopped and corrected herself after only one word. “Strategic position and all of that.”

“I concur,” Nia added, releasing her fellow haremette from her restricted position. “We found nothing new.”

“I had assumed, otherwise you would have told me already.” Much as these two, or any two haremettes, loved kissing, they wouldn’t have let that get in the way of important news. “Whenever you are ready then, Metra.”

The ancient weapon rubbed her hands together like the giddy tomboy she was. After a moment of jumping from one foot to the other, she raised one arm up. As always, the first thing that changed was the absence of wind. The second thing they noticed was the quiet. Without the distant street, the land was just silent.

In the first instance, the Illusion Barrier was just that – nothing special. Then, the Lover’s Will mark shone through Metra’s top. Deep blue light cascaded through the white fabric as if it wasn’t even there. An invisible pulse rose from her still raised arm. The Illusion Barrier changed by the force unleashed.

The walls of the pocket in space shimmered prismatically, like a soap bubble, and pushed outwards. Metra was capable of entering, leaving and even making Illusion Barriers, but she was not great at it. What had been less than a hundred metres across pushed to 400 metres from edge to edge.

“I can do bigger,” Lee said.

“How good for you,” Metra bit back with distracted sarcasm. Her eyes were locked on the window now in front of her, no doubt the map of the area and the Building options she was given. She pressed a couple buttons with certainty. John felt air move as trees were suddenly replaced with entire structures, plopping into reality with nothing but Room Slots paid for the trouble.

One structure he could see immediately: an obelisk of prestigious size, covered in runes. Its presence immediately began to influence the weather, for that was the aptly named Weather Tower’s purpose.

Metra dismissed the window with a swipe of her hand. Green eyes locked onto John. “I’m being tempted to mark this land by getting walked and fucked on every corner, until my pussy juices soak every notable spot of dirt.”

“Ooooooo-kay,” John said, between flabbergasted and aroused.

The First of Wrath smirked at her Emperor. She sashayed over. Though she was bulkier than the rest of his haremettes, the foundations she shared with Rave were still readily apparent when she put such a swing into her strut. Her messy sidelocks framed her face like a golden lion’s mane. “Don’t lie, my liege, that is how we do in this imperial harem of yours.”

Arms wrapped around his neck. John was paralyzed from love, just watching as Metra pulled herself against his chest. Her small breasts pressed against his chest. She was such a strong woman, almost as broad as him despite the differences between their sexes. One of her legs hooked behind his waist. She grinded her womanhood against his cock. Though there were several layers of clothing between them, the act itself got his blood pumping.

“I am your vassal,” Metra moaned. “Your willing sex slave. I am the instrument of your will and, by the might of your magic, I will be the carrier of your heirs. I am Metracana Metra, first of my kind, First of Wrath, my land is yours, my strength is yours. Sharpen me on the anvils of love and submission. I am your weapon.”

Behind his head, her hands shifted. He heard the soft clicking of metal, felt the dragging of thin leather over his shoulder. Metra pulled the collar and leash into his field of view.

“What do you think, my Emperor?” she cooed.

The question coaxed his mind out of its stiffness. Pulsing with need, his manhood only allowed one possible answer. “Strip.”

“Your wish is my desire,” the willing sex slave sighed and stepped back.

John barely watched her undress, he was too busy peeling out of his own clothes. Between the fire she had ignited in him and the rapid warming of the winter air to the temperatures of late spring, every layer of clothing was too much. Thousands of dollars’ worth of expertly cut fabric hit the dirt.

“Oh Gaia,” Lee gasped from the side.

“You heard him.” At some point, Nathalia had manoeuvred behind the brunette.

“Strip,” Nia added, intense arousal managed to add a tinge of heat to her neutral tone.

While those two had fun with the subby youngest of the harem, John was locked onto Metra. The First of Wrath was dripping wet, pussy juice glistening in the sun like morning dew. Her toned body was on full, proud display, from her calves, over her abs, all the way to her lower arms. She fused being fit with being sexy effortlessly. She was a caramel beauty from the ages of yore, wild and yet tamed.

John grabbed her, harsh and sudden, fingers curling into the hair at the back. Though this body lacked the scent they loved so much, it had different advantages. The strength of the Creator Puppet allowed him other displays. “This too,” he said, clutching the metal ring that held up her ponytail. It dissolved in his grip. Her gold-blonde hair fell once he removed his hand.

Rougher than he needed to, exactly as rough as she liked, he snatched the collar and leash from her. Though John often found himself untalented when it came to physical actions, when it came to putting such objects on his women, he had always had a confident hand. Metra grunted, then laughed, when he pulled the leather band tight around her neck. The metal clasp snapped shut.

“Sit.”

Metra dropped into a squat immediately, her hands on the floor. Her bushy tail wagged so intensely, he could hear it swish and swoosh. Guided by raw need, he clutched her head with both hands and rammed his cock down her gullet. It would have been such an awful idea to do this with a normal woman, but with one this trained and ready, it was just right.

“Keep on sucking, Metra,” he growled, his order adding a supernatural element to her psychological pleasure. “You’re not a weapon, you’re a sheathe.”

“I don’t know.” Naked and lithe, the other blonde in the new Guild Hall appeared by his side. “I think she’s a weapon of dick suction.”

“…You are spending too much time with Lee.” John parted his lips to receive her kiss. Kissing a Maiden of Null and brutally face fucking an ancient weapon, what wasn’t there to love about this situation?

The first climax came swift. He was too turned on, too sensitive, and he couldn’t stop when the blonde berserker babe was sucking him with such fervour. A sudden stop marked the end of the rapid pounding. With all of the glee of an owner, he pumped Metra’s gullet full with his seed.

Screaming, eyes rolling up, Metra came hard from the flood of white painting her insides. Pussy juice squirted, marking her territory just as she had desired.

‘Oh, this definitely beats how canines usually go about this!’ John pulled out slowly, the tight ring of her lips pushing the last drop up his shaft. It oozed from the tip of his cock a split second before he popped out of her mouth. His cock bounced, landing with a thwack on Metra’s features. She immediately began to lick his balls. “You think Ehtra will be mad that you decided to put this here?”

“Maybe,” the First of Wrath responded, “but I do not have her attachment to that land. You are the inheriting king, the rising Emperor. My future is in your realm.”

“God, I do not deserve you,” John confessed.

“I will be the judge of that,” the Metracana responded. “Now-“

“Crawl, bitch,” John interrupted her. His tone was akin to a whiplash, matching the harshness with which he yanked her leash.

“Woof!” Metra barked on instinct.

John was a little weirded out by it. Though he loved his monster girls, he had never been one for pet play. In small doses, the arousal he got out of the humiliation outweighed his lack of interest in that particular kink.

On all fours, Metra followed him. The ground was hard in many places, unfit for this kind of play for a woman whose skin hadn’t been made from metal. Still, he kept a close look on her, to ensure she wasn’t uncomfortable with anything.

“Do you want to be walked like that too?” Nathalia whispered into Lee’s ear.

“C-can I?” the brunette stammered. She was stuck between the tall dragoness and the slender blonde, both running their hands over her curves while they followed John.

“Not today,” Nia decided.

“Today is Metra’s day,” Nathalia agreed.

Smirking, John faced the path ahead again. ‘Nia can be an apt support dom,’ he thought. The sharp sound of a smack and Lee’s masochistic cry made his cock pulse in anticipation of their first stop.

They walked through the treeline, entering the space Metra had swiftly cleared with the buildings she had placed. There were only five of them, a humble beginning for something that would be optimized through advice and, future Class Perks willing, upgraded further. Already, this Guild Hall was at Tier 2, giving it some wiggle room.

“Let’s start there!” the Gamer said, suddenly accelerating his steps. He stopped just short of dragging Metra along, the heated bitch crawling faster to match his pace.

They reached the Weather Tower. The obelisk was mighty, yet small compared to what his Guild Hall had. That only made sense, considering the difference in size they had to moderate, weather wise.

John dragged his willing sex slave up, shoving her forwards. Her cheek hit the smooth stone. He pinned her against it with the brawn of his form. “How much do you want me to ruin you?” he grunted into her wolf ear.

“Break my mind, make me squirt my brains out to consecrate your new fortress.” Metra had a wild grin on her face, grunting while she wiggled her ass, inviting the cock rubbing against her pussy to fill her up already. “Glory and grace to my Emperor!”

Those were her last words as a thinking person. John spiked her sensitivity all the way to 400%, a multiplier that utterly overwhelmed even the most trained haremette. Just the touch of his cockhead on her quivering quim made her eyes roll up. When thrust inside, he did so to the constricting grip of a climaxing cocksleeve.

Every centimetre was a hard fought battle against an opponent who revelled in losing. She was dripping wet when he started, gushing when he was halfway inside her, and when his groin finally met her toned ass, she squirted ferociously. Howling and screaming in delight, the wolf-eared woman marked the stone with her pussy juice.

It began with just a few drops. John stretched her pussy with the girth of his cock. Soon, he was sliding in and out of her at a moderate pace. Constant squirting added more and more of her excessive pussy juices to the rune-covered stone. His hips accelerated further, turning into a blur of motion. The raw strength in every thrust flattened her ass for a split second on impact. Ripples spread in the short gaps.

He came deep inside her, filling her pussy with its first load. Getting her womb filled created such an overflow of pleasure that Metra managed the clarity of just a few words. “Thank you, Mashtahr!”

John pulled out of her. She collapsed to the ground. The renewed pull on her leash immediately got her in motion again. She crawled after him, tongue dangling, into the fields of a Tier 2 Farm. On the magically tilled soil, he rutted into her, pounding her like a farm animal. The dirt would know the blessed rain of this woman, fertile for him alone, forever.

Two loads sloshed around inside her at that point, much of it lost, dripping from her pussy on the trail to the next Building. It was the Mine, the to-be staple in all of his Guild Halls by decree of Scarlett, simply too valuable to be ignored. There, on the entrance to the caverns, he decided to pound her backdoor, filling that hole up as well.

He cleaned his cock as he walked to the penultimate building: the Sentry Station. There could be no fortress without defenders and though these were much weaker than the ones at home, they would do well enough for free troops.

Metra was bent over the ‘command console’. It was just a prop, secondary to the menu the cocksleeve could conjure when she was of clear mind again. He pounded her pussy hard for the third time, filling her up again.

“Mash…tahrrrrrr,” she slurred, the excessive pleasure having turned the Breaker of Armies into a mind broken cumslut. What little energy she had left in her was only enough for languid motions. Feeling merciful, John lifted her up in a Full Nelson and carry-fucked her to their final destination.

The Guild Heart, the source of the mana that powered all of these Buildings, was a blue sphere surrounded by 2 concentric rings, swirling around it. John stopped in front of it, making Metra bounce on his cock where he stood.

“What a fantastic idea this was!” The husky voice poured into his ear like molten heat, though the massive tits spilling on his back were even hotter.

“I want to do this for mine too!” Lee declared, her submissive brain fully engaged. Fınd the newest release on novelꜰire.net

“It must be enjoyable,” Nia spoke, voice loaded with lust, not even a speck of her usual emotionlessness remaining.

The brunette and blonde hugged his sides, surrounding him with the warmth of his harem. It was all he could take. A last, powerful thrust sent the happy cocksleeve upwards, then dropped her back down. The full sheathing of his cock was the signal for his balls to tighten, sending one more, enormous load into her womb.

John was kept upright only because of the three goddesses (figurative and literally) that lent him their stability. His mind dissolved for a bit, his balance was ruined, all his being was focused on the sensation of the orgasm.

When it faded, it was like gently emerging from warm water. “Whew,” he pushed out a sound. “Do you ladies even have an inkling how much power you have over me?”

“A general idea,” Lee responded sassily. “Because you are incredibly weak to hot women.”