Collide Gamer

The fireworks crackled still in the distance when John rose. “Time for your birthday present. Lee, stand!”

“Yes, Master!” she declared, jumping to her feet. She blushed once she realized how swiftly she had reacted. “I m-mean… I can do that for you, but just because I want to, dude.”

The Gamer was deeply amused by her pretense that his dom-voice wasn’t pure authority to her submissive, well-trained brain. “You and your little brat energy,” he called her out. “Follow.”

“I have at least medium brat energy!” Lee insisted and stomped after him. The rest of the harem whistled as they stepped away. Their chatting soon continued, a loud exchange of words that diminished to a murmur, then nothing at all.

They were deep in the forest now. By John’s design, his private area had all matters of different forests. This part was especially dense and lay in a depression three metres beneath the rest of the ground. From the outside, the canopy of the extra tall trees obscured that fact. From within, the gentle slope they now followed aside, the area formed an isolated pocket.

“Oh yes…” The mumble made John turn his head. The brunette, in all of her lightly toned, bottom-heavy glory, was squirming already. Exposed nipples hardened and naked hips swayed. She had realized what was about to happen. They had both waited long enough to repeat the very same play that had seen her deflowered by the end of it.

“Do not leave this area, you will know where the edges are because of the cliffs,” John explained the rules. “Each new time I touch you, I get to increase your sensitivity by 10%. We both may use our magic, but not to attack each other. You lose when you surrender. You get a 5 second head start.”

“You think that’s little enough?” she joked. “I got like 750 levels since we last did this…”

John regarded her with a dark glare. Sadistic instincts rose within him, putting a cold, erotic determination into his veins. “Five…” he said, slowly and threateningly.

Lee bolted off like a startled deer. Long brown hair fluttered in the wind of movement, her thick thighs displaying the full strength of her muscles. Barely getting a glimpse of her bubble butt, John watched her disappear between the trees. By the time he had finished counting down, she was out of earshot.

’She might dash all the way to the other side of our little arena in her panic.’ The Gamer advanced with patient slowness. His cock was throbbing, but he was the master of his emotions. A hunt like this was a rare privilege because of the time it would require. His prey may have desired to be caught, but not too quickly. The taste of arousal in the air, the tingle of excitement on his skin, the adrenaline that made his heart pump, the competitiveness in spite of a determined outcome… it was all so sweet.

John audibly inhaled. His sense of smell was superhuman, but not in the realm of canines. The physical act helped him focus another sense. The hot forest was dry, the trees kept alive by the magical quality of the soil and their own origin as spawns of the Guild Hall mechanic. Amongst all of this artificial moisture, the genuine droplets of love juices registered on his elemental senses.

Following the trail of her lust was not an easy task. The range of his elemental senses was limited and she had not done him the favour of dripping in regular intervals. John felt his lungs expand and contract with every aroused breath. Stalking his prey alone in the dead of night, he felt pleasantly bestial.

He stopped, his hand against a tree. A growl rose in his throat, unbidden and yet welcome. His palm traced over the bark. Like all trees around here, it was quite smooth. What pervert would plant a tree that wasn’t optimal to pound a woman against? His hand reached the level of his hips.

Magus Step teleported him forwards. His hand swiped, catching the back of Lee’s head. The twenty-year-old had hid in a bush. She yelped in surprise, emptying her lungs, then inhaling deeply, nose pulled against his manhood. The musk made her eyelids flutter, but she shook it off, tearing herself out of his grip and launching into another sprint.

Displeased at her swift reaction. The Gamer set after her. She ran much faster than he did. Another Magus Step got him to catch up just enough to deliver a smack to her rear. The second touch amounted to a 20% increase in her sensitivity. The clap and her wanton cry echoed in the forest. Seconds later, he had lost her to the underbrush again.

Thoughtless, dissolved in the sadistic instincts to find, claim and fill, John stalked his prey. She may have worked out how he had found her, but it did not matter. There was nothing she could do to keep her slick arousal from leaving a trail.

He found Lee again at a small clearing. She stood in its centre, head turning in every direction. For now, he was hidden well enough by the trees that she had not spotted him. Rather than hide, she was going to try and reactively run away now.

John grinned, that was a game he was willing to play.

Sprinting, he broke out into the clearing. Lee immediately dashed away. A hot pursuit played out and ended when she made it out of his field of view. Rather than stop and trace as he had before, he continued to run, trusting his intuition would find her swiftly enough. It was true again and again. Every time he caught up to her, she was forced to dash away again.

Lee had almost twice his speed, especially when he had no items equipped, and on paper her Endurance was greater than his. However, she lacked what he had: the physiology of a game character.

John stopped in his chase when his lungs started burning. Standing dead still, he evened his breathing and waited for the inevitable to kick in. His proverbial stamina bar suddenly went from its slow combat recovery to its rapid downtime recovery. All of his fatigue faded and he was right back to chasing after Lee.

The youngest of the harem eventually slowed, the build-up of her exhaustion allowing John to catch up. Once in range, a double fire of Magus Step bridged the remaining distance. He caught Lee’s wrist, increased her sensitivity by another 10%, then forced her down.

Panting heavily, Lee had no strength left in her legs to resist. All she could do was moan when his cock smacked down on her gorgeously cute features. Dragging her by the hair, he forced her to kneel properly before him. Her tongue extended without any coercion, her heavy breathing interrupted by the intense moan of a woman beyond merely turned on.

“Suck it,” he ordered her, without any of the usual magic. It was the raw power of his dominance and charisma that had her mouth open wide. Plush lips enveloped the tip of his cock. Eagerly, her tongue swirled around the engorged head.

It wasn’t enough.

Gripping her head with both hands, John thrust forwards. His prey became his comfort hole, her lips a throat pussy for him to pound in reckless abandon. Yet, even while his sadism had the upper hand, his sharp instincts told him exactly what pace was appropriate. The denial of proper rest and proper breathing mingled into a physical high of adrenaline. Lee’s eyes rolled up, her body shaking as the overflow of happy chemicals triggered what was an orgasm of another name.

It was immediately followed by a true orgasm when he came down her throat. It happened suddenly, almost violently. He buried the full length of his cock in her bulging throat and just came. Came and came, spurt for spurt, all of his dark desires made manifest.

The last two ropes of cum shot over her face. He had pulled out, to mark her skin. The thick, hot seed decorated the bridge of her nose and her chin. A manifold of gooey strands connected her well-fucked mouth to his glistening member. Rough and needful, he shoved Lee to the floor.

“Get on all fours.” He prowled around her, the beast in complete control of him. “Get on all fours!” he repeated the order, louder. “Present yourself to your Master!”

Lee was coughing, panting, finally getting an adequate amount of air into her lungs. She locked her brown eyes with his. There was will in them yet.

John lunged forwards, but he was too slow. Rolling away, then dashing for the trees, Lee made another break for it. Refusing to let his cumdump go, John teleported after her. He caught her arm, but she broke free. He caught her hair, but she grabbed his hand and forced his thumb open. A short wrestle ensued. Each time his hand took hold of her or smacked her plush ass, he increased her sensitivity further.

He had her pinned to the floor for a moment. Guided by raw lust, he grabbed his cock and aligned it with her drenched slit. A dark laugh in his throat accompanied the perceived surrender of her legs wrapping around his waist. He shouted in anger when she leveraged her thick thighs to toss him on his side.

Scrambling, Lee moved first on all fours, then ran. She disappeared in the darkness before John was back on his feet. Slamming his fist on the ground in frustration, he grunted. The dark desires in his soul swam, like oil, atop a much deeper ocean of elation. ‘God, this is fun!’ he thought, a mad grin on his lips. It made room for the wide-eyed, predatory mask when he returned to tracking his prey.

Lee was hornier than ever now. He had gotten her to well over 200% increased sensitivity and he knew the perverted woman’s womb was aching after she got a taste. Nothing was quite as sweet as thinking this sort of dark stuff and knowing it was both consensual and true.

His own need was so strong, he was starting to forget how to walk. He was hunched over, his teeth exposed. Numbness in his legs made him hold onto every tree on the way for support. It was like he was some sort of injured beast, tracing the scent of the only thing that could bring him relief now.

The elemental senses became superfluous. Subtle yet so clear in this night, a sound so much sweeter than the distant fireworks reached his ears. It was the clear, desperate cry of a woman in heat.

Following his ears, John reached a stream that decoratively trickled down the slant in the landscape. By its side, on a bed of exceptionally soft moss, Lee was proving her masturbation addiction. Trying and mostly succeeding at keeping her moans quiet, she worked her clit and pussy with both hands.

John stopped in plain sight, leaning against a tree just three steps removed from her. Though he could and needed to descend on her, his sadism was quieted by his appreciation of beauty. Mesmerized, he observed her.

“Ma—sterrrrr,” Lee shouted loudly. Her whole body convulsed, the light of the stars shimmering on her pale skin. She was sweaty, her spasms bordered on a tribal dance. Despite the primitiveness of her self-pleasure, there was a grace there that was ingrained in the depth of her DNA: Tossing her head, eyes clenched shut, the brunette could not help but be a feast for his every sense.

Pulling her knees against her chest, she framed her petite tits between her fantastic thighs. Her hips bucked up as best they could while her toes curled in the air. The depth of her depravity had her continue to finger herself from one orgasm into another.

Randomly, her eyes opened a gap. She spotted his feet. Afraid and aroused, her gaze snapped to his face. That was when the beast regained control. Growling, he rushed forwards. She tried to rise again. Intense spasms utterly ruined her muscle control. He gripped her ankles, pinned them north of her head. In an instant, pretense shattered. Her hands stopped working her pussy. Slick with her juices, she grabbed his length and guided him inside.

For all of his need, she was way too tight to just slam into. The vice-like grip of her convulsing folds made every centimetre conquered a reward indescribable. She kept on cumming while he dominated her with his weight, length and girth. He felt his pleasure rise at an alarming rate but was powerless to stop her, intoxicated by her cries and sweet aroma.

All it took was the curve of her ass against his groin. His thoughts were erased, whited out by the sudden climax that dominated his being. Lee screamed while his seed pooled against her womb. Had the toggle not been off, there was no doubt her cervix would have given access to his swimmers and for his conquest to turn absolute.

It was a tiny disappointment in an ocean of ecstasy. Ignoring the almost painful tingles on his sensitive cock, John began to fuck her while he was still cumming. His orgasm faded while he mating pressed her into the moss. Never had he appreciated the lack of refractory period more.

“I surrender! I surrender! I surrender! Just keep fucking me-e-e-e-eeeeeee!” Lee cried out, before her brain gave in completely. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Short nails scratched over his back muscles. “Jooooohnnnnnn!”

The third and final release was swiftly approaching. He was now rutting in her with such force that the PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! of the blunt impacts drowned out any remaining fireworks. There was only the moaning woman and the pleasure. He wasn’t sure if it took him minutes to climax again or seconds.

All that mattered was that she was a blissed out mess when he pumped her even fuller. Her eyes had rolled up, her tongue was lewdly extended from her O-mouth and her cunt was releasing gush after gush of her juices. His shaft tensed and did the same, pumping enough into her that her stomach began to slightly rise from the raw amount of cum.

Finally, he knew peace. The beast, satisfied, retreated to the subconscious, to slumber beneath the blanket of civilized behaviour. Locked in position, John held his pose while his balls tightened a few more times. Then he collapsed, burying Lee under his broader form. She giggled, appreciatively, and placed several cockdrunk kisses on his chest.

“That… was… fantastic,” she sighed.