Collide Gamer

Heat. Fat tits. No hair tickling his thighs.

“Salamander,” John groaned.

The apocalypse elemental hummed in agreement. Tight lips glided up his cock until they hit the edge of his glans. Her tongue whirled around the tip of his cock while her breasts wrapped around his shaft. His manhood was bathed in lustful lava. He filled her mouth with his cum before long. A wonderful start to the year.

Shower orgy, breakfast and the harem gathered up for a quick strategy meeting. John was seated in his usual spot, Aclysia and Claire making for a very clingy pair. They were hugging his sides tightly, pressing their breasts against him. The curve of their backs made their butts the optimal resting spots for his hands. On the floor, Undine flirted with his pulsing erection. It was a voiceless flirt, every word spelled out by venerating motions of her tongue.

Despite his title, John never felt more like an emperor than he did in a situation like this.

“We have some tactical manoeuvrability now,” John said. “Though not as much as I thought initially, since Moira chickened out of revealing our relationship on New Years.”

“You have to give me some time to prepare!” The Warden crossed her arms, a furiously embarrassed blush spread on her cheeks. “This isn’t easy!”

“It is very easy,” Lyndell disagreed. “You just stand there.”

“Not all of us are devoid of greater responsibilities – or any.”

“I have some.” Lyndell sighed forlornly. “That is what we are discussing, right?”

“Indeed,” John agreed. “We found our Latebloomer, so that covers the biggest problem we had, but there’s a lot more Awakened around the country. Many of them are powerful enough that we should extend the courtesy of a personal visit.”

“To beat their cunts and cocks into the fucking floor?” Eliana asked.

“In some cases,” John agreed. “Esmeralda is far from the only one who doesn’t realize what waters she is swimming in now. I would say at least half of the Awakened are high on their new power. Without a reality check, they’ll eventually do something stupid.” John let his eyes wander over the crowd. “I am assigning Lorelei to the Kingdom question, otherwise that team stays unchanged. Everyone else may help me with that Awakened problem. Essentially, you’ll be sent in groups of two or three.”

“It would be quicker to go individually,” Nia pointed out.

“Absolutely,” John agreed, “but I am not discounting the possibility that something comes out of the woodworks to mess with you. Two is as low as I am willing to go, even at our level.” His eyes wandered to Nightingale. The harpy was quite openly eying Undine’s position.

When she noticed his gaze, she cleared her throat. Lips parted, drawing the gooey strands of love juices between them. Her voice reflected the arousal preparing her throat pussy for use. “How may I be of aid, my patriarch?”

“Just wanted to say that you are staying here too, since I want you to come along tomorrow,” he said, amused. “Having a horny day?”

“Hormones are demanding I oblige the purpose of my womb.”

John laughed. “What an elegant yet crude way to put that.”

“She’s so fucking right though,” Eliana declared, putting a hand on her own womb tattoo. “We are finally getting to the ACTUAL fucking mating pressing this month and my body knows it. Fuck, I am waking up every morning after dreaming of swelling up with triplets!”

Moaning nods were had all around. Several of the haremettes even started to masturbate at the spoken idea. John’s cock felt like it went from stone to steel in its hardness. A sudden load was milked from his shaft by undulating folds and massaging tendrils that lined the deep-sea slime’s throat.

Every passing day put them imminently closer to the day where the breeding kink was no longer just a fantasy. Even the haremettes less enthusiastic about children were getting infected with the buzz. All of the casual sex was fantastic, but the household yearned for more. They had space, they had resources, they had time and, only through John, did several of the women around even have a chance to experience regular motherhood.

’18 days,’ John thought. ‘Then I will have a wife. Then I will start having children.’ He groaned loudly, Undine releasing his cock with a loud pop.

“Gale,” the slime called upon her fellow songstress. The harpy moved, the vestiges of elegance layering atop a primal need. Making her way between his legs, she squatted down. Her digitigrade legs were practically made for it – as was her throat made for taking his cock deep inside. She came instantly, nose pressed against his groin.

“Okay, before we get derailed,” John said. “Who is helping me with the Awakened? Just a quick sign of hand.” Lyndell, Ehtra, Nahoa, Moira, Hailey and, to his surprise, Eliana raised their hands. “You sure about this?”

“…No, but I am fucking doing it. Just pair me up with someone who can talk.”

“You and Hailey will make for a good duo,” he said.

“The fuck you talking about? I’ll insult everyone and no one will understand what the fuck this yankee is saying.”

“I’m a dixie, ya ador’ble mor’n,” Hailey drawled, putting on her accent extra thick.

“Right, that makes three groups… Claire, Momo, could I convince you two to go too?”

“Do I have to?” Claire whined.

“You don’t have to, but you would make my life easier if you did.”

“That’s unfair! That’s manipulative! That’s the worst!” Claire put her forehead on his. “How can I be a good maid if I do not ease my Master’s life? Fine! Finefinefinefine, but only because I love you!” She kissed him. “I love you so much.” She kissed him again. “Iloveyouilo…veyouilove….youIloveyou…” She kept on kissing him.

“Think it’s smart to send me out doing grunt work?” Momo asked.

John had to rebuke Claire with a playful headbutt to get the lip room to answer. “Is it better, by your estimation, to have you deal with paperwork over ironing out the kinks in our nation?”

“If you put it like that…” The fairy maid pondered, then nodded. “…I guess it is for the best to consolidate our base first.”

“That puts us at four operating teams,” John said. “I’ll give each of you a location to travel to after we’re done with the other item on the agenda.”

Scarlett tilted her head slightly. “What other item on the agenda?”

“We have to update the Breeding Order.” John loved that he had a life where he could say those two words and mean them as a proper noun. “We had four new haremettes join in since our last list and I believe there is at least one special circumstance involved now. “

“Ja,” Rave agreed and smirked at Moira. “We gotta get bred same day, it’s important.”

“Not… that… important…” the redhead mumbled, getting beet red while fingering her pussy. Translation: it was incredibly important.

“Let’s start with this: are we sticking with 5 per wave or should we go up to 6?” John eyed the old list as he spoke.

Delicia tits bounced atop her crossed arms as she thought. “5 was 21,7% of 23. 6 is 22,2% of 27. If we want to keep to a ratio, then that’d make sense.”

Metra sucked on her teeth, knowing that the point she was about to make would be unpopular. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to leverage that there’s more of us to have more of us in combat ready condition?”

“Fuck that,” Eliana growled.

“If I may, I concur,” Lorelei admonished. “Children are a blessing.”

“Depends on what we want,” Momo weighed in before the baby-crazies could get more heated. “If we aim to live more for us, then we can kick it up a number. If we want to maximize the protection we offer, then we can kick it down.”

“I think…” John spoke slowly, sensing the combined expectations of the harem on him, “…on this we should live a bit selfishly. We have done so much and I am not making any of you wait for longer than you have to.” He let the words sit for a moment, to underline the point. “The list and the waves exist so we are not overwhelmed by all the little ones running around. We are not putting our reproduction in service of the state. We owe our subjects a lot, but not that.”

“Up to 6 it is then,” Metra agreed, immediately.

John could only assume that they were all in agreement on this, fundamentally. Some of them may have felt a pull towards providing protection, but even in the most socially engaged among them, the urge to breed was stronger. In the end, life was all about passing on one’s lineage. There was no topic where selfishness could manifest easier and, unlike so many other things, it was entirely justified here. Who, in their right mind, would deny themselves procreation?

Certainly not John and certainly not his women.

“To have the obvious said,” John continued, “the second we have it confirmed that any one of you is pregnant, you are not fighting in any capacity besides self-defence – and even then only if there’s no other option.” The Gamer spoke in an adamant tone, already feeling protective for the ovum he would seed, “You will stay home and your first and foremost duty will be to keep both of you safe. Understood?”

“”Yes,”” the harem spoke in one voice in that moment. Nothing could connect them all more than motherhood.

“Alright… so we are upping things to six. First, I’ll go down the list as it was. If anyone is reconsidering their position as it is, I want you to speak up. Aclysia, Nathalia, Eliana, Sylph-“

“Yup, yup, just raising my hand real quick,” the arcvolt elemental blabbered. “Just letting everyone know that I’m up for switching out of the first wave if anyone else is really urging for a breeding.”

“That’s … pretty admirable of you, airhead,” Salamander said.

“I’m not that gung-ho about immediately getting pumped full, though I would like it. I have the gift of patience!”

That caused some all around snickers, though they would not dare laugh at her given the offer she had just made.

John cleared his throat and continued down the list. “Lorelei… Okay, moving to wave 2. Rave-“

“Write Jane already,” his first fiancée corrected him. “And just reiterating that I want Moira moved next to me or something like that.”

“Understood.” John quickly wrote Rave’s proper name into the list, then continued, “Nia, Nightingale, Claire, Beatrice… No one? Okay. Wave 3. Hailey, Gnome, Salamander, Undine, Momo?. Alright. Wave 4. Lydia I talked to via message before about this and she is good here. Lee-“

“Yeah, uh… I wouldn’t be against being moved up?” the Fateweaver said. “I… waited too long already, I think.”

John just gave that a sombre nod. “We’ll see what we can do. Metra, Scarlett, Ehtra? Okay. Wave 5. Siena-“

“I desire being lined up with the other elementals,” the midnight elemental cooed.

“Uhm… is it wise if we all get knocked up at the same time?” Gnome weighed in. “It’d leave John with a lot less firepower.”

“I think it will be easier to swallow if we’re all in at once,” Siena countered. “If we move in and out forever, he will never fully get up his power.”

“Fuck my ass, mouth and tits, does it always have to be a cunt-eating innuendo with?” Eliana groaned.

“Like you don’t like my nimble tongue.” The shadow spirit spread index and middle finger in front of her mouth in a very suggestive gesture.

“I think Siena has a point.” As he spoke, Nightingale venerated his length with her coiled tongue. “Having a singular shock to me might work better. I can just park my real body at home with them during those months. Not like I am a frontliner anyhow.” He marked Sylph in green for her willingness to fall back. Lee and Siena were marked orange, as they wished to be placed earlier on. “Delicia?” He finished out the reading.

“Psh, no, I’m good at the back. I got infected by the need to breed, but I ain’t got the baby rabies yet.”

“Alright, then moving on to the newcomers. Lyndell, any preferences for your placement?”

“To the end. I yearn for it. I am not ready yet.” The primordial entity raised a hand and studied the back of it. “This life is as of yet… unreal at times. I feel the draw of the darkness often. At times, I feel beside myself. I doubt it will fade. I was alone too long. What I can learn is who I am.”

“Respectable,” John reinforced. For all of the baby craziness he himself felt, he did not want any of the women to feel pressured to take that step before their time. “Fianna?”

“I ask only that you place me in an other wave than Claire, Sir,” the sniper said. “It is best you have access to one shapeshifting scout at all times.”

“If that is how you prefer it.”

“It is, Sir,” she assured.

“Moira?”

“…next to Jane…” she muttered very quietly.

Chuckling, John noted that down. He let her get away with the mumbling unteased this time. “Nahoa?”

“I have to put a dent in those thousand demigods quickly, so early would be preferable,” Nahoa stated.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Sylph blabbered. “And I agree with Siena, just bunch us all together! Nine months of elemental bedroom orgies!”

“Alright… so moving Nahoa and Lee into Wave 1...?” He gave the women in the harem a moment to protest. Nahoa was a newcomer, so someone might have wanted to insist on their seniority to get moved to Wave 1 instead. No such voice was raised, so he kept moving. “Slotting Moira into Wave 2 with Jane. I am pulling Sylph back into Wave 3 first, but it is difficult to move Siena forwards into Wave 3 from Wave 5…”

John looked at Momo and then Hailey. They were the other occupants of Wave 3. Both shook their heads. Neither were willing to wait longer than that, which put them at a bit of an impasse.

“Umu!” Gnome made the noise of confident leadership. “If we are all going into motherhood together, we can sacrifice for the privilege. We’ll drop to Wave 4… i-if that, uhm, works for those in it?”

“No complaints here,” Metra said.

“Moves my timetable, but I don’t mind,” Scarlett agreed.

“Not like I want to get bred sooner or anything,” Ehtra muttered with a smile on her face.

“That leaves one spot open in Wave 3, so Fianna can move in there,” John said. “That leaves us with this.”

And all were satisfied.