Collide Gamer

The last day of the year began like most others: with lips gliding up and down his shaft.

There was no convenient instant clue as to who it was. The mouth was entirely human. The texture of the tongue was normal, the sucked in cheeks smooth, and the temperature pleasantly hot. That ruled out many women, but it also kept a great many open.

There was a greater exclusionary factor in who wasn’t in the bed to begin with. Though they had wrapped up in San Jose, getting back to the Guild Hall was a bit of an endeavour. The group on the Kingdom portal search was also still out and about. They would be back shortly though. John had feared they couldn’t all get back together for Lee’s birthday, but it seemed they would be allowed that little break.

For the time being, only those that were part of the Homefront were at home. That cut his choices down to about half.

In addition to being of the human variety, whoever was sucking him off that morning was faking their preferred style. There was a forced wildness to the up and down that did not match any of his haremettes. Knowing that it was fake did not tell him exactly what the original preference was, though.

Hands, hair, and breasts were all deliberately kept from touching him. John could have relied on his additional senses to feel the dimensions of the woman through the disturbances of the air body heat and tiny movements caused. He regarded that as cheating, especially when he was given a challenge.

‘So, human or human-esque mouth and heat, naturally not a wild cocksucker and, judging by the lack of moans, no sensitive throat either. That eliminates Eliana, Salamander, Sylph, Undine, Siena, Aclysia and Beatrice. Would Jane be able to keep herself from purring while messing with me? Absolutely not, so she is out too. That leaves me with… Scarlett, Momo, Gnome, Delicia and Hailey.’

Five choices were still too many. To know who it really was, he would have to dig a bit deeper into his psychological knowledge of his beloveds. Who would mess with him like this?

Scarlett? No, the redheaded technomancer wouldn’t be able to pull this off. When it came to him, she was way too bratty to keep secret the fact that she was teasing him. There would have been some hook for him to know it was her and for him to punish her afterwards.

Momo? Similar story, though she could be more secretive when she wanted to, the sassy minx. Still, he felt like it was unlikely it was her.

Gnome? The shy cuddle rock was likely the perpetrator. For all of her adorable stammering, she did have her small episodes of concentrated mischief.

Delicia? No, absolutely no shot. Her need to have him know it was her was even bigger than Scarlett’s AND her tits and thighs were way too massive to keep them from touching any part of him.

Hailey? That was John’s other choice, though the power bottom felt unlikely to mess with her Master in this fashion. She respected the rules of the morning game too much for that.

“Gnome,” John locked in his choice, then put his contact lenses in.

The brunette was right there. A little bit of a smirk could be seen around the corners of her lips, though it was greatly diminished by the stretching of her mouth and cheeks by the girthy rod. She resumed sucking him off in her preferred, patient manner. Just a few moments later, he blew the first load of the morning.

Swallowing at her own pace, the season elemental shuddered with every drop that ran down her gullet. Once she let his cock pop out of her mouth, the Gamer groaned. “You know, the spirit of the exercise is that I recognize you individually. If you start making that hard for me, it sort of messes with it all.”

“I, uhm… I thought I could get away with it once?” The brunette tugged on the tips of a bundle of her wavy hair. “I c-can not do it again.”

“Once is fine, just saying I don’t want it to become a trend,” he clarified. This time around it wasn’t his pride that made him say it. Having an unbroken streak of correct predictions was nice, yes, but he was way more wary of the day that he ever got it wrong. He knew how the human mind worked. Even if one of his women wanted to succeed in deceiving him, she even more wanted him to get it right in spite of the deception. When he failed, and he would eventually fail if they made it a challenge, it would not be a nice moment for him or her.

The morning proceeded without any other surprises. John had been punished adequately for his transgression and so his harem treated him the regular way in every regard now. The matter of the kiss was not raised again. All he had to do was: nothing. Every day he did not interact with Esmeralda was a day where he kept his promise.

During breakfast, the rest of his harem returned home. The first batch, those from San Jose, were greeted the usual way. The second batch had everyone sing happy birthday for Lee.

“Oh Gaia, this is the worst!” the young Fateweaver declared, cringing and smiling and blushing all at the same time. “Stahp it!”

“We actually will,” John promised. “Nothing big has been planned, since it just spontaneously lined up that we could all meet up… well, most of us.” Lydia and Lu Zhi were still not around. Both would spend the New Year in their respective countries. For the German queen, she had already spent Christmas with the harem and she needed to show her people that she wasn’t going to be abroad for every holiday. For Lu Zhi, New Year’s had very little cultural significance and political machinations took precedence.

“That’s fine, I don’t want anything,” Lee assured.

“I didn’t say you won’t get anything.” The Gamer smirked at her. “You just wait until after midnight.”

“That’s after my birthday,” she pointed out.

“With you being born in the last minute of the millennium, I don’t think we have to be that precise about it.”

“Wha- not be precise? You? Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?”

John just laughed and got up from the dinner table. “Well, we are going to continue bantering later, no doubt. For now, I am going to take advantage of the fact that I have all three of my bodies home. Anyone want to join me in the spa? I feel like giving out massages.”

Momo raised an eyebrow. “With all three of your bodies?”

“No, with one of my bodies, I just meant that I have two bodies to go out and do my regular work,” he clarified. “So?”

The haremettes looked among their number. Short conversations were had on who was too busy to take advantage of it, who was interested and who was really interested. After some self-sorting, five women followed him into the spa: Scarlett, Nahoa, Eliana, Siena and Salamander.

“Nice spread of tit sizes,” he thought out loud.

“It really fucking is a hot spread, isn’t it?” Salamander observed, her huge tits quaking with every step.

Siena cupped her own breasts, fingers sinking in the full spheres. “If you wish to indulge in one pair after another, my saviour, I would welcome your touch.”

“Yeah, yeah, show off that you two are walking milking bars, you fucking cows,” Eliana cussed, leering at her own, medium-sized breasts as if they would struggle feeding her future babies.

Nahoa glanced with a little bit of jealousy at her fellow shortie. “You got plenty,” she stated, giving her petite boobs a poke.

Scarlett glanced down at her borderline flat chest and then rolled her eyes.

“Yeah… I think I can do some boob worship,” John agreed.

“And that from the greatest fucking ass-man in existence!” Eliana declared. “Lee is right, what cunt-licking doppelganger are you?”

“My belief in the supremacy of the backside may never be swayed.” John pushed open the glass door of the spa, then began unfolding the leather-wrapped loungers. “However, more than a man of the butt, I am straight, so I love all of the woman.” The last of the spots was soon prepared. “If you would get comfortable, loves of mine?”

“You’re having a corny day.” Scarlett tried to make that sound disapproving, but he heard the warmth under the layers of cynicism.

The five women took their spots, ordering themselves left to right by boob size. Enchanted material beneath the leather shifted to first conform exactly to the shapes of their backs, then nudged them slightly to correct any habits that they had picked up that were bad for their posture. There was little to be corrected. Each of his women laid on these loungers at least once a week. John was the masseur on many occasions, on many more it was intra-harem time that they used to deepen their bonds.

John beheld his spread of options, no one less arousing to behold than the other. ‘Let’s start with Scarlett,’ he thought and pushed the steel cart with all of their oils and other products along. A particularly huge, integrated bottle at the top held the simple, unscented oil. It was used for most massages for obvious reasons. He, on this occasion, opted for a smaller, more expensive liquid.

It was of an amber colour. When he picked up the bottle, it sloshed around inside with a viscosity closer to water than oil. The seal on the cork was broken, the container a third empty. He would likely use it all up across these five women, but that was fine. What did he buy all of these expensive things for, if not to use them?

Once he pulled out the cork, the room was filled with a herbal smell. Though the liquid was fancy, it was ultimately just a better version of pleasantly scented oil. He poured it generously over Scarlett’s chest.

Though there was little to her breasts, there was more than nothing. The minimal rise around her nipples directed the droplets towards the centre and off the sides. John prevented the escape with his hands. Pale skin turned just a tinge orange as the amber liquid was spread out evenly.

There was little to squish but much to admire. There was an elegance to this flatness and a beauty to the steadiness of the shape. The rising and falling of her chest pushed her pebbled nipples into his palm. They were cute, pink buttons, centres of sculpted landscapes.

Flat chests, John concluded, were wonderful.

Scarlett remained lying on her back, the ever-busy woman breathing entranced, her eyes closed. She deserved the pause and Nahoa deserved his touch next.

The small-chested, wide-hipped demigoddess already looked like she was glistening. The Perk that always kept her clean made her brown skin shiny and taut. When he spread the oily liquid over her chest, he only added a bit of a tinge to the pale lines that surrounded her breasts.

There was some softness there, a delicate palmful of softness that he only delicately squished. Though there was so little, he enjoyed the firmness of the shape. Especially while she lay on her back, Nahoa’s breasts in their charming rise and fall was aesthetically pleasing. He traced the outer bounds with his fingers, leaving her sighing in appreciation.

In turn, he appreciated the smooth transition from her small mounds to the rest of her chest. Everything harmonized so lightly on her small frame. Brown breasts gently yielded to his touch, his fingers pressing a mild indent, then retreating. There was only one material in the world that elicited the same, instinctive, happy response in John’s brain and that was the posterior.

Small chests, John concluded, were wonderful.

“Fuck me…” Eliana whispered, when he poured the liquid onto her medium-sized boobs.

“In due time,” John promised, and began his privileged work.

Though they looked a bit larger on her short frame, Eliana’s breasts were certainly in the middle size. There was enough to them that they gently flattened under the sway of gravity. They were alluring to his sight and his working hands. He kneaded them, rougher than he would have with other women. Eliana gasped in appreciation of the treatment.

The oil turned her blue-ish skin an interesting shade of the lightest of greens. The fact that she was pale was still overpowering and the purple-ish crown of her nipple retained its colour. Captivated by it all, John ran his hands over them in methodical, symmetrical, circling gestures. He studied the slight waves when he jiggled her breasts, watched them retake their original shape after being shifted, and all around just delighted in the display.

Medium chests, John concluded, were wonderful.

Siena awaited him with one eye half open. She closed it, a pleased smile on her face, and simply let him do as he desired. First, he marvelled at her voluptuous figure. The difference between medium and large was stark to his monkey brain. Pancaked by gravity, yet so wonderfully firm, her generous chest awaited his touch.

Oil poured over them pearled down in sinful rivulets, then smeared over the midnight blue of her skin. The colour of the liquid was lost, merely darkening and shining the shadow spirit’s complexion.

His fingers sunk into the generous chest pillows. Though he did exert a bit of force, he did not even get a hint of the muscle and bone beyond the softness. Once properly oiled, the breasts flowed under his touch, their squish moving in response to his pressure, then jiggling back into shape when he let it. It was a rippling, inky ocean of allure.

Once again at complete rest, their size underlined itself through the creases created. There was no smooth transition between breasts and the rest of her chest anymore and that was neither better nor worse. Though the sight was less graceful, it was bountiful, like a perfectly prepared meal compared to a buffet.

Large chests, John concluded, were wonderful.

A self-assured, boastful air surrounded Salamander. Completely focused on her breasts, John gulped at the sight of them. He was so used to seeing them everyday that it took this veneration session to remind him just how opulent a feast the hot fire elemental presented. The original biggest set of honkers in his harem was still nearly tied for the title.

Her breasts were everything that Siena had been but more – a lot more. Salamander and Nathalia only had Hailey as the transitioning link between the large and the huge and even there the step was clear.

Salamander’s resting tits appeared flatter than their usual roundness would indicate. This was not for a lack of visible size, but for all of the room that squish had to escape to. Firm and all natural, the pull downwards made her grand tits spill over the boundaries of her chest. Significant fullness and weight were clear well before John even began his massage.

The apocalypse elemental moaned loudly when he rubbed her enormous breasts. They were more than handfuls, the entirety of them spilling well past his fingers despite the spread grip. As the oil was massaged into her, she breathed quicker. Huge breasts did not equal sensitive ones, but John was infinitely thankful that this was true in his harem. Having her be rewarded with pleasure for letting him touch these majestic sweater puppies was just… wow.

The waves of lava rippled beneath his expertly working hands. He was putting every bit of knowledge he had gained through Skills and experience into the tender massage. He stopped only to pour a second load of oil into the deep valley between her quivering tits. He needed the last of the liquid to adequately cover all of the surface area.

Lifting the underboob, he really experienced the weight. Weight was a bit of a difficult concept when it came to elementals, but it seemed to always manifest itself when convenient to their fighting or fucking. He held back the tide of female flesh and gently rubbed the oil into the area of her underboob. Salamander giggled lightly. The skin there was sensitive, seldom touched compared to the rest of her, as it was usually hidden beneath the overspill.

John let her breasts fall back into position. Her erect nipples moved atop the jiggling mass. It took seconds for physics to settle. The raw abundance of it all made the pointy crowns point into different directions.

Huge chests, John concluded, were wonderful.

And then he pounded them one after another.