Collide Gamer

Arranging a date with Fianna was somewhat difficult.

The feline sniper had a low profile. She wasn’t entirely unknown to people that had influence to dig into the necessary ledgers. John had no doubt that the spy agencies of other Divided Gates knew about her. The Horned Rat, Luna and Remus all had dug up enough to have a certain guess that she existed, even if they might not have known that she was the chosen of the White Tiger.

That being said, Fianna was unknown to most and that was good enough. Since she had the ability to camouflage herself in the field with the Perks John had unlocked for her, she technically didn’t need to hide at home. People knowing of her existence wouldn’t actually influence her effectiveness in the field too much. At least, it shouldn’t.

That was enough of a risk that Fianna insisted she not be part of any public events. “I am your private scout, Sir. You have plenty of maids to attend you in the open,” had been her statement on the matter.

It was entirely correct, but it did limit their dating options.

Luckily, Fianna wasn’t the adventurous type anyhow.

“Is this the most useful way to spend my time, Sir?” she asked, head placed in his lap. “I could be scanning another location.”

“You could, but I doubt that’d advance our search by more than 15 minutes.”

“15 minutes could be crucial.”

“They could be,” John gave again, “but!” He put a hand on her rounded tiger ear and began to scratch. “We need quality time, you and I.”

“Do we?” Fianna’s military straightness was compromised by a low purr. “My love for you remains strong, Sir.”

“I do not doubt that for a second and I feel the same.” His right hand roamed down her midriff to the mark that prominently sat between navel and womanhood on her pale skin. “Which is exactly why I need quality time with you. You’re my woman, a light in my life, and I would know your warmth.”

Fianna whispered something that was no word at all. Her eyes closed in a wanton flutter, shielding the blue from his view. John’s hand advanced towards her pussy, only to take a detour to her thigh and then, from that wellspring of firm flesh, to the red head occupying the sniper maid’s womanhood.

“Listen to him. Unwinding is… important…” Scarlett said between licks of Fianna’s cunt. It was an incredibly aesthetic sight. The insides of Fianna’s thighs were made in perfect replica of what they had looked like in life. The mechanical truth of the matter was subtly apparent on the rest of her upper legs, then was plainly revealed past her knees. For the arms, there was not even a beginning of pretense. The metal and wires were plain from the socket where her shoulders used to be.

Scarlett, as was common, had her artificial limbs hidden in a way that made their origin plainly visible. Thin, black lines clearly marked where one segment of synth-skin ended and the next began. The joints retained some exposure, completing the doll-like design.

The thighs of one cyborg squeezed the head of the other. Scarlett’s eyelids fluttered, taking a deep, personal delight in bringing her fellow haremette to climax. Purring and moaning, Fianna rolled her hips under the silver light of stars and moon. Then, her butt settled back into the grass.

“Never did I think that the Scarlett Thorne would advocate for leisure time,” Fianna teased, her breathing controlled yet heated.

“I’ve studied the optimal work-to-free-time ratio for years.” A gesture by Scarlett had Fianna rise from John’s lap and settle back down in the short grass. The Newman Private Island was idyllic in its isolation. They were spending a lot of time there these days. “It’s a fucking frustrating fact that you get more work done by working less.”

John snorted in amusement, following Scarlett straddling Fianna’s head with an urging erection. Resistance to his own lust remained up until the technomancer moaned. After that, he indulged himself.

His cock was still a bit wet from an earlier blowjob. Saliva mixed with pussy juice as he pushed into Fianna’s cunt for the first time this ‘date’. Perhaps calling it a threesome in a private retreat would have been more accurate. No one around raised the issue of terminology.

Fianna had gotten used to the heightened pleasure of sex with him days ago. That only meant that she managed to keep eating out Scarlett while her Master disappeared bit by bit into her tight tunnel. Spine arching, the Cardinal Chosen came just as he pressed against her maidly derriere. Mechanical fingers pressed into Scarlett’s plush butt. It was a sight for no gods, only him.

Initially, John had thought he would mind the robotic limbs. It was true that there was a bit of loss to tactile pleasure, holding onto a leg that was cables and steel. At the same time, the engineering was beyond impressive. Even where the plating was openly artificial in nature, the corded fibres beneath were a close facsimile of muscle. Her thighs were firm and yet yielding and the relaxed fibres of her lower leg muscles rested warm on his shoulders. It was different. In all the ways that mattered, it was the same.

Fianna’s breasts jiggled in their moderate size while he ploughed her. For a couple of minutes, only moans filled the private forest. The tiger sniper came hard and often, Scarlett was a distant and yet still very satisfied second, and John would never dare to complain about the singular orgasm that washed over him.

Pumping his seed deep into one of the many future mothers of his children was always exciting. The first time had been a special thrill, yes, but true love only grew as days turned to weeks turned to months. This wasn’t his newest conquest anymore, this was his Fianna and the readiness at which she submitted to him was all the sweeter for the bond they shared.

“I love you,” John groaned and slowly pulled out.

“I love you too,” Fianna gasped, voice still high-pitched and ragged from her repeated orgasms.

“Eh, you’re okay,” Scarlett opined.

The bratty comment hit. John’s left eye twitched. Scarlett was in the middle of rising when he grabbed her by her hair. “Stand,” he ordered her.

“What? You angry about a little bit of banter?” she challenged him. It was all to rile him up even more, the smug little smirk on her pink lips made that abundantly clear.

John rolled her red strands around his palm once, dragging the bratty technomancer along. Protesting, pained sounds were met with sadistic ignorance. Soon he had her where he wanted her: standing in front of him, her red eyes glaring with the kind of defiance waiting to be broken.

Taking the simple route, John penetrated her with his fingers. That alone could have done a lot, but hiking her pleasure up to 400% really did the technomancer in. Within a couple of wiggles of his digits, she was squirting like a broken faucet. Her eyes rolled upwards, her attitude cracked in an instant.

He immediately pushed her sensitivity back to normal levels. The gushing around his fingers continued while he massaged a highly reactive spot. One ecstatic orgasm petered out into lesser ones. A brat of Scarlett’s calibre didn’t break that fast, letting her mutter, “You stupid…”

“Stupid what?” he challenged her.

“…Master,” she grumbled. Cracked but not broken, just how he had wanted.

“Good girl. Get on your knees – both of you.”

“Can’t take care of any-fucking-thing yourself, can you, Master?” the redhead mocked all while obediently flanking his cock with Fianna.

“Why would he? That’s what he has us for,” the sniper maid purred and eagerly licked one side of the hard shaft.

“…Whatever,” Scarlett groaned and applied her oral skills to the other side. It was a bit of mild worship, matching John’s current mood. He didn’t want to just have sex while they had this time together, but neither did he want to deprive them of the stimulation. Intercourse was an important part of romantic chemistry as far as he was concerned.

Plus, sex had never stopped them from broaching the important topics.

“What do you two make of our current situation?” he asked. That question was in the air every meeting the harem had before they scattered for the day and after they reconvened in the evening. There was a big difference between talking about it when the entirety of his harem was around and when it was just the three of them. Volume and all of that.

“My opinion, if I may-“

“You need to get rid of that verbal tick,” Scarlett interrupted. “Of course you may, he just asked you.”

“I am paying respect to our Master,” Fianna retorted and dragged her tongue from balls to tip. She generally preferred ‘Sir’, but switched to the commonly preferred title when she deemed it appropriate. “His authority is always and constant.”

“He’s your equal,” Scarlett reminded.

“Indeed, and in my equality, I choose to elevate him to my superior,” Fianna restated her logic on their relationship. It wasn’t a bad one. Simultaneously, John wasn’t sure if that justified her verbal tick. “Be that as it may,” she continued while Scarlett rolled her eyes and sucked the tip, “the Latebloomer operation has been going smoothly. Esmeralda is compliant, if somewhat forward in her goal.”

“Agreed,” John put it to a single word. Thankfully, he had long ago established the mental discipline to not think about other women while he was having sex. It had started as a way not to deepen any subconscious favouritism he might develop. Over time, it had hardened into good practice. Even with the haremettes that couldn’t read his mind, it was just incredibly rude to think about the others while they were making him feel good.

So, for once, the matter of Esmeralda ran off his mind like water down a smooth surface.

“The home front has been stable,” Fianna continued her report, right up until her ears picked up the pop of his head being released from Scarlett’s sucking lips. Immediately, the White Tiger’s chosen took over that duty, leaving the technomancer to speak.

“Everything is within the expected difficulties. Attempts at forming resistance groups are amateurish at best. Really, we can thank the bastards for being such incompetent shitheads. Every group of Awakened trying to follow their worst impulses is another propaganda win for us. We squash them, we show Fusion is necessary, the other Awakened integrate, rinse and repeat.”

“People get hurt and die, but… as you say, within the expected difficulties.” John had never been naïve enough to think that the integration of the Awakened would go without bloodshed. He only had been convinced that he would have an easier time of it than other great powers and, so far, that had held true. “Do we know how the other Divided Gates are coping?”

“That’s your area of expertise,” Scarlett said to Fianna.

The tiger woman hummed in agreement, gliding up the cock she had halfway in her throat. While Scarlett took over that part of his cock, Fianna’s hand stroked the lower half of his shaft. Once more, John was in awe at the engineering, for her palm and fingers to feel that lifelike.

“A swift summary of current statuses. The Sons of Rome are faring poorly. Old interests are too entrenched in many parts of the empire and rubbing up against the motivated Awakened, who have been scoring victories in some places. Wherever Romulus goes, the matter is resolved, but his empire is vast and his time limited. The Greater Empire will emerge changed, that much is clear. Rex Germaniae benefits from recent reforms. Lydia has already removed many stubborn traditionalists from power. This had the accidental benefit of preparing her well for this situation.”

“Though it does have the drawback that she is now a bit too open to reformists,” John added. Entrenched elites bogging everything down was a common problem throughout history, but at least they surfaced in a time of stability. A massive gaggle of reformists all competing with each other usually led to explosive catastrophes. As with all things, there was a golden mean where matters had solid bedrock and experimental policies on top of that.

Lydia had carefully worked to get to that point. Now she had the opposite problem to contend with. After dragging the ship of state out of a bog, she had found herself on a slip and slide. Still, that was a decent situation to be in, compared to the world at large.

“The Purest Front remains a shattered mess. The Awakened in the area will perhaps deliver the finishing blow. They have no loyalty to German ideologues.” Fianna stopped for a moment to press a kiss on the base of his manhood. “Prometheus is benefitting from its compact size and emphasis on high development. It is dealing well with the situation.”

“Which is my least favourite fact of all,” John mumbled. What Remus was planning remained a mystery, but he did not like that the Godmaker was gaining power in all cases.

“The Great Sultanate is unpredictable. It could be the final nail in its coffin. It could also lead to a sudden resurgence in its power as reforms are forced through.” Fianna put a couple more pecks on his shaft. “The Sons of Odin appear unperturbed. Scandinavia is large and the mundanes have respect for the mythology.”

“The advantages of name recognition,” John grunted.

“The Illuminati are also doing fine. Their system is well-designed when it comes to integrating new blood. It is the situation in the east that is most unstable. The Mandate of Heaven suffers from the massive influx of people, their cultural influences, and the multitude of factions arising in a massive land area. The Dangun Clan is struggling due to the partition of the mundane peninsula and they must make the choice of sorting out internal difficulties or keeping Japan down.”

“All around the situation developed as expected.” His hands combed through the hair of his women. Both had silky strands, but the difference in texture was undeniable. Scarlett had almost absurdly straight hair, while Fianna, for all of her effort, had a wavy messiness to her. “And the Kingdom situation?”

“The only one that’s developing slower than expected,” Fianna said, then switched tasks with Scarlett again.

“I would say it’s developing on pace. That being said, I don’t trust Devos.”

“Neither do I,” John said. “I believe him on what he has said so far, but it is too early for trust.”

The redhead nodded. Their conversation entered a lull, the duo too focused on getting him off. After he had pumped a load into Scarlett’s mouth and the duo had swapped it back and forth for a while, they entered a different conversation.

“Are you aware you make biscuits in your sleep?” Scarlett asked.

“Really?!” Fianna had one of her character breaks, suddenly blushing violently. “Are you earnest in this claim?!”

“Just ask Hailey. Apparently she wakes up regularly because you rolled up to her and started kneading away.”

“…So that’s why I woke up to her kissing me the other night…” Fianna muttered. “I thought she was just craving a sapphic engagement.”

“I mean, if you knead Hailey’s tits, you are going to turn her on. The cowgirl has sensitive udders,” John joked.

“Sir, perhaps you should bind my arms while I sleep?” Fianna suggested.

“I could just take your arms off… no, Gnome doesn’t like that.” It wasn’t just Gnome, the season elemental was just the one that had brought her squeamishness around dismembered haremettes up first. It wasn’t a displaced concern. Whatever part of the brain felt disturbed when looking at people without limbs just switched off for John when it came to robot arms that could be re-attached. “Well, not like I will overstrain your joints if I do that.”

Scarlett let out a low chuckle. When the other two raised an eyebrow at her, she explained, “I am wondering if Hailey, Salamander and Nathalia will complain that their nightly masseuse is gone.”

“Knock, knock!”

The shout announced someone unexpected and thoroughly welcome. The trio turned their heads, smiling at the black-haired woman that crossed the distance, the skirt of her Chinese dress fluttering with every step.

Lu Zhi smiled back.