Collide Gamer

While John was suffering from acute ‘I want to have it all’ syndrome, he was also attempting to help another matter. One that was directly related to the issue at hand.

“I will take another step now,” John spoke into the phone. He waited for a response, though he was already used to there being nothing but anticipating giggles. Meticulously, he raised up his foot, then planted the sole back down one stride further

“Ah! More!” Layla’s heated voice came through the speaker. “I’m cumhhmhmhm…” Garbled noises made the declaration of yet another orgasm. Over a hundred metres away, the stalker’s knees were bobbing up and down while she tried to stay upright.

‘God, I wish my eyesight wasn’t this good,’ the Gamer thought. He could see the thick thighs of the short brunette in all of their squirming detail. Flushed, taut skin over rippling meat shifted with every second. Her hands gripped the fabric of her skirt, pulling so much at the already short fabric that her utterly drenched panties were exposed. “Do you still have some of the jug left?”

“Y-y-yeah…”

“You should take a sip.”

“Whatever you want, John!” The stalker picked up the travel jug at her feet and raised it to her lips. To her full, pillowy lips, begging to be wrapped around his cock… “I wish I would be drinking your cum instead!”

“…Flattering,” John croaked.

The jug contained an alchemical mixture that was just 5x as effective at hydration as regular water and covering the depletion of other nutrients. It was necessary for Layla’s wellbeing during this exercise. From what John had been told, Layla had a record of masturbating up to the point where her survival instincts forced her to stop.

Which, yes, was hot conceptually but very worrying in reality.

A phrase that perfectly described the brunette, all around.

“So, what are you doing today? Like, in general. I want to know, I want you to tell me everything! If there’s something on your mind, I want you to put that on my mind immediately! I can be your little mind slave or, well, partner, if you want to!” the stalker babbled, ending the sentence with a nervous giggle. That was then immediately followed by another orgasmic shout.

The Gamer scratched the back of his head and tried not to think about his raging erection. Originally, he had been supposed to do this exercise with one of the maids around to serve as his emergency relief. That plan had changed when they had learned what had transpired in San Jose. Now, Momo stood beside him in quiet judgement.

Having to watch an adorable and crazy brunette cum her brains out from being merely in the same general space as him, without having relief himself, was barely a punishment. In fact, objectively, 99,9% of men in the world would be happy to take that deal. Having the privilege of ready sex revoked from him for this one task was entirely reasonable.

‘But, God, is it taxing,’ he thought. His balls felt like they weighed three tons. “Take your step and I will tell you what is happening while you come down.”

“Cum down, you mean?” A miniscule pause, too short to even start to answer. “Ohgaiaimsorry, was that not funny? Please, I’m trying to be funny, but if that’s not working for you, I can just keep stabbing eldritch entities you hate? I’m good at that!”

John chuckled at her panic. Layla was… interesting, certainly. Whenever they interacted directly, she was overcome by impulses to please him. It was ironic, because, when she was relaxed and spoke casually, she was a lot more interesting to him. “Take the step, Layla.”

“Oh, fuck!” Him saying her name almost had her collapse into the grass. They were on the private island, surrounded on all sides by trees, on a clearing where they had plenty of space for this experiment. On quivering legs, Layla took a quarter step towards him, then she did sink to her knees.

“Hands above your head,” he reminded her. “Do not masturbate.”

“Yes, John, sorry, John,” she moaned submissively. The headset quivered as she put her hands up. “P-please… talk to me? You promised! You should keep your promises!”

“I should indeed,” John agreed. “Though this is a topic you might not like to talk about.”

“I like to hear anything in your voice.”

“It’s about closing my harem.”

“That’s a bitch move!” Layla snapped out of her arousal with the expected amount of intensity. “You can’t close your harem before I’m in it… not that… uh… no, screw it, I am entitling myself to try first, at least! Come on, please? I’ll be a good girl, I won’t steal shirts again… probably?”

The up and down of her tone was what John found so much more enticing. It reminded him of Eliana, though Eliana had at worst been clingy, never this obsessed. Eliana was crazy because she had been tortured both in the physical sense and by the voices of the souls that had been forced into hers. Layla was crazy because she would and had stabbed eldritch entities for the crime of causing him grief. He knew her threshold for covering the sidewalk in someone’s insides was only that high because Aclysia and Claire had drilled into her not to cause him trouble. Lorelei and Momo had followed that up with actual lessons on morality.

John loved the crazies, at least the kind that his instincts said he could wrestle into being… socially acceptable. Since she had proven that capacity, he was more than a little interested in her. Simultaneously, he had his reservations. They had decreed to forgive her for invading their private spaces. Forgive and forget were not synonyms.

“Well, here’s what happened. I found another Latebloomer and after some stuff happened, she kissed me.”

“Did you shove her back?”

“No, I should have, though.”

“Yeah, you should have! You promised the harem no love-dovey stuff outside of it!” The brunette sounded more than slightly upset. “Don’t break your promises to us! Them! I mean… urgh!” The frustration of having to sound reasonable was evident in every syllable. “So why does that mean the harem is closed now?”

“It means that I have made a mistake and I have to prove that I can fix it,” John stated.

“Which sounds like you need to get your act together for all of us and not-“

“I appreciate your enthusiasm to a degree, Layla, but stop with the ‘us’ – now.”

The command was met with a glare that he could feel across the yard. That was part of that fascination he had for her. There was a sexually submissive woman over there, but she was wrapped up in the mind of someone who would break someone’s nose for insulting the wrong person. For all of her interest in him, for the clear infatuation she had, she didn’t worship him. The jury was still out on whether she loved him despite his flaws or if she just loved the idea of him.

“Fine!” she spat out. “You can close the harem, but not to me! There, that’s my opinion!”

“What makes you so special that I should make an exception for you and not for her?” he challenged.

“I FOUND TIAMAT AND STABBED HER IN THE HEAD FOR YOU!”

“…Fair point,” John relented. That was another point to her credit. Now, John wasn’t going to tell her that, looking back at it, her dropping down with pure hate from a distance that could have killed her to drive a knife through the killer of his parents was among the hottest things he could imagine… but he was thinking it. “I’ll take another step now, you ready?”

“Keep talking,” Layla growled.

A lunging step made the brunette mewl. The last made her pant, but the annoyance kept her standing with only a bit of wobbling. “Not sure I like you stabilizing by being angry with me.”

“I don’t want to be angry with you,” Layla bemoaned. “I want to study how your skin feels against mine and count how many breaths you take in a minute while I cuddle you for hours and hours on end. Instead I am standing over here, because my body reacts – justifiably – with enough orgasms to you to – apparently – be ‘medically concerning’.”

“It is medically concerning, you passed out every time I was within 5 metres of you. When we upped it to 10 metres, you were still masturbating so hard you couldn’t be talked to.”

“You try not masturbating when you are within 10 metres of the prismatic embodiment of perfection!”

“I do that everyday,” John drawled and glanced at Momo. Somehow, Layla caught that and a jealous growl rose from her throat. “You can’t be part of the harem and get jealous when I look at another haremette.”

“I could deal with that but you kissing random sluts that want you? If all of them did that, you’d be kissing the entire female half of the human race!”

“I was kissed, I did not initiate,” he clarified.

“That won’t hold up in my court.”

“And what jurisdiction do you have?”

“The oldest and best of all: love.”

John chuckled at the bit of banter. “You’re a bit too tense, but you can be pretty witty. I like that.”

Chaotic, horny gremlin noises came across the line. “D-don’t you distract from you screwing up by complimenting me, mister! Your lips belong to… your women!” To which she still clearly counted herself, but that was an upgrade from making herself outspokenly part of the harem already. “Just learn to deal with that fact, stay away from the harlots, and let me into the harem!”

“How do you suggest I learn to stay away from the harlots?”

“Stay in the Palace forever, never leave, let the maids bring you everything while we rotate sucking you off and getting bred!”

“…Where would I be allowed to go in that scenario?”

“Anywhere in the Palace, but mostly just the triangle of bedroom, bathroom, dining room.” Layla stated all of that without a shred of doubt.

‘I… huh… I might need this in my life,’ the Gamer thought. What he was considering was absolutely inadvisable for the regular, monogamous relationship. For him, perhaps having an obsessed crazy woman that was gatekeeping who approached him and who he approached was actually necessary. ‘God knows I love all of my women and I am not putting any blame on them… but also slamming the brakes would be easier if they weren’t as permissive. Even now, this is just a mild slap on the wrist.’

Pulling her in as his proverbial guard dog wasn’t a good enough reason to add her to the harem. It was a mild point in her favour that he made note of, nothing more.

“Well, my current plan is to, at the very least, slow it all down,” he said. “I want you to keep walking towards me, slowly, see how far you can get.”

“Okay… mhhhhmm… and what does slowing down mean?” The brunette sashayed very carefully, always planting her foot firmly before preparing for the next step. Her hips were prodigiously wide, her medium breasts jiggled, and he could just imagine her demanding getting kept filled up with little copies of them both. “Please, please tell me it doesn’t mean I have to wait forever?”

“Depends on your definition of-“

“Don’t you dare play semantics with my heart, you… sexy stallion.” She tried to insult him, but failed to find anything about him she was willing to criticize. All the same, she was upset with him. This contradiction kept John glued to her words. “What are you thinking? Tell me exactly. Give me all of your thoughts! All – of – them!”

“It’s clear that, despite all the goals of slowing down I have… well, I have slowed down, broadly speaking, but I also just added 3 at once, so now I need to slow down a ton to compensate.” He paused for a moment, listening to Layla suppress a climax. The brunette was still walking bravely towards him. The hundred metres between them had shrunk by a fourth. “For Esmeralda-“

“She would be an Esmeralda!” Layla declared. Her tone made clear that the name didn’t matter. The emotion was put before anything else here.

“Quite. So, for her, I will… I am not even sure what exactly I will do, only that it will have to happen later. Months later, at a minimum.”

“You should reject her and focus on me.”

‘She just comes out and says it,’ John thought, somehow still surprised.

“I mean it! Call me crazy, don’t care, I am crazy all about you and I am also right. You got something way better ahead of you, so if you are thinking about slowing down, then you can slow down for me, and no one else, because I have done so much and please just acknowledge that I really like you and oh Gaia your have such a handsome jawbone and, and, and I want to taste your hair and bury my nose in your cro-ooooohh fuck!”

The distance between them was now less than fifty metres. Layla managed to get down to 40 before she was squirting so hard the excessive pussy juice dripped from her soaked panties. Fluttering eyelids barely maintained a forward stare. She kept her hands up. The impulse to put them between her legs pulled at them. She was quivering all over.

“It’s harder for you to get closer when we’re talking,” John pointed out.

“Y-yeah,” she agreed or maybe she was just making the first sound that came to mind.

John stood there, waiting, watching Layla twitch as another and then another orgasm ran through her short curves. He again marvelled at her thighs. She really had a lot of similarities with Eliana. Some body types seemed to lead to certain character types at an above average rate.

“Gather your thoughts,” he encouraged. “I want you to finish that thought.”

“I just want you to be happy,” Layla whined, “and I think I’ll be the best for you, for all of you. I want to say I know it but I’ve gotten the stupid humility preached into me with so many philosophy books…” She tossed her head left to right and took another five steps. Somehow, she remained coherent. “I’ll shut up about me for a moment. You have a problem and that’s too many women. You got extra bodies, that alleviated the issue, but now that the harem is getting too big, right? You want the women inside it to know each other, right?”

“Right,” John agreed.

“So, you have to stop. You actually have to stop.” Layla inhaled deeply. She took confident, long steps. A boundary was crossed, a degree of self-control demanded that took the pleasure her Innate Ability foisted upon her and turned it evidently painful. “Don’t just say you will push considering her back. That’s like saying you’ll smoke a cigarette less today. You’re just pretending you’re quitting the habit. Actually stop. Say: I just need Layla, no one more.”

The brunette stumbled the last three steps towards him. A quick step let him catch her. She moaned, loudly, at his touch. All of her tensed up. She focused on him, still struggling against the pleasure to speak in a serious tone. Her hand reached up. They were close enough that she could have tried to kiss him. Instead, she simply brushed over the top of his head.

“So that’s what your hair feels like,” she squeaked.

Then she passed out from the strain.