Collide Gamer

Despite the wave of lust crashing over him, John reined in his desire just before he could pin Eliana down with reckless abandon. Instead, he put his arm around her gently, lowering her to the mattress with a loving touch. She yielded as she always yielded, but her blue-tinted, pale skin blushed with an uncharacteristic shyness.

“Don’t you go fucking soft on me,” she muttered.

“I am anything but soft,” he assured her.

“You know what I mean, asshat.” Eliana was on her back now. The hair of his gorgeous third wife fanned out beneath her. The white of her hair harmonized with the white of the pure cotton sheets, leaving the bright blue of the lower half of each strand to form half a halo.

“I think…” John leaned in slowly, his parted lips tasting the moment, “…I would like the conception of my first child to be a tender memory.”

“It’s not even guaranteed that you’ll knock me up… ovulation periods and all of that garbage.”

“Trust me… it is guaranteed.” John did not elaborate. He had no desire in getting bogged down on a talk about what it meant for his cum to cause the release of eggs nor was he going to risk Eliana having a last-minute panic attack about magic potentially messing something up. This was a Gaia-backed fertility guarantee. John trusted that to be all he needed, when combined with his already supernaturally virile swimmers.

Before Eliana could start asking any questions, he mashed his lips on hers. He tried to give her the same kind chaste yet intimate kiss he had given Jane and Aclysia during the ceremony, but that was just not possible. His body was thrumming with the knowledge that his breeding kink, two years of growing craving, was finally about to be satisfied with exactly the woman that deserved it most of all.

Passionate and deep, he claimed her mouth for himself. His tongue wrestled from her all doubts she may have felt, making her gasp while the contact between their lips broke and moan when he re-asserted it. It was a messy kiss, making her chest rise and fall in ever stronger bursts. She melted into his touch.

When she had promised to be the most submissive and breedable wife imaginable, she had been understating things.

The bridal sleeves, accessories to her dress that covered neither shoulders nor hands, glided over his sides while her hands explored the muscles of his back. He continued to hold her by the small of her back, supporting her while she arched up against him.

She smelled beyond arousing. The lavender note from her new favourite soaps and oils permeated the sweet scent of a clean and nubile woman at the peak of her arousal. Her own nostrils flared, each heaving breath drawing in his musk.

As they got intoxicated by the other’s presence, the mattress around them shifted. 26 other women climbed onto the bed, first of them the two wives of their number. “Let’s get you out of that, Master,” Aclysia whispered, stretched over his back like only an affectionate maid could be.

John grunted in agreement. He could not be separated from Eliana’s lips, but he could make just enough room between their bodies to allow his first two wives to reach in-between and undo the buttons of his white suit. First the jacket then shirt were pulled from his body, the expensive fabrics discarded with a lack of care only the super-rich could have for that level of quality.

For all of his resistance to the idea, that was the moment at which he had to break the kiss. He forced himself upright swiftly, knowing any other approach would have him continuously glued to the mother of his first child.

Adorably, Eliana raised two fingers to her purplish lips, brushing over their fullness to hold onto the feeling of his presence. She was blushing, wide-eyed and yet entirely calm. Her eyes, like shattered amethysts, roamed his muscles ceaselessly. They wandered along with Jane’s and Aclysia’s hands to his straining pants.

‘Is there any more empowering a feeling than this?’ John wondered, his eyes roaming around.

He was in the middle of a bed, surrounded by the undressed and undressing forms of his loves. Elementals, maids, engineers, geniuses, goddesses and empresses, all in quiet observance of what was happening.

‘Though by the time I am done, they will all be empresses,’ he thought to himself, basking in the little gasps.

They were not engaged in the sapphic entanglements that typically surrounded whatever he did at the heart of any given orgy. Though there were faint touches here and there, of themselves and between them, for the most part they did simply watch. His harem was there to witness the first of their number get bred and they would not risk missing a moment to their own ecstasy.

All of that was led by his first two wives, his first two haremettes. Jane effortlessly opened the button while Aclysia pulled down the zipper. Together, they tugged down the waistbands of pants and underpants at once.

His cock had been tucked in, to prevent any awkward bulges on any photos. Freed from that constriction, the blood rushed down, his member turning stiff and rigid within seconds. Eliana practically drooled, her eyes following the bob of the turgid member while John shifted his weight left, then right, letting his wives pull the pants fully off his legs.

As they did so, John pulled up his settings menu. Though he had only pressed it once within the last two years, he knew exactly where his most useful and most accursed body manipulation toggle was. A simple tap changed everything about the purpose of this lovemaking. “The safety is off,” he declared.

“You heard our fertile Master,” Claire swooned. “Best those already blessed with the capacity to conceive shuffle back a bit.”

It wasn’t a joke. Semen could be quite the stubborn cell and reach its destination despite precautions. No one could say how the absurd virility increases he had received over the years would interact with that base.

Though often reluctantly, Nathalia, Lydia, Nia, Scarlett, Lorelei, Lee, Nightingale, Hailey, Lu Zhi, Moira and Lyndell all made sure they were at the back of the row. That left the elementals and Artificial Spirits in the proverbial front row. Jane was the only one to take the risk of clinging close for now.

“Let’s just make sure you’re both ready,” Jane purred into her husband’s ear.

A ludicrous question to even pose, but John wasn’t going to complain about it, knowing the methods that would be employed. He was already at the top of the world, a man getting encouraged in breeding one woman by a harem of over two dozen equally hot ladies. If there was any precedent to this in history, John was certain it was either without the love or on a much smaller scale.

Jane crawled around her husband, mischievously winking at him as she pushed up Eliana’s mini skirt. She wore no underwear, putting her clean shaven cunt on full display under the soft light of a hundred lanterns. Her mons were swollen, the arousal spilling from her slit causing both it and her inner thighs to glisten.

“Ya see, I really gotta make sure here,” the harem-affirming dream wife joked and lowered her head.

Eliana threw her head back at the faintest touch of Jane’s nimble tongue. Hard nipples poked through the sheer, clinging lace of her chest piece. John’s cock ached at the sight, though that pain did not go untreated for long.

“Everything must be flawlessly prepared,” Aclysia cooed. A wanton gasp preceded the wrapping of her lips around her Master and husband’s cock. The engorged head disappeared behind her soft lips. Inch by inch, the shaft followed.

John and Eliana both cried out in delight. There had been one break in the form of Lorelei’s throat, besides that he had not been inside a woman for a week. Eliana had not known any touch on her privates in that same time, not even her own. The one climax she did get during the wet t-shirt contest had been from lapping his cum from Scarlett’s face.

“P-please…” Eliana began to beg.

“Ssshhhhh, I know, I know,” Rave assured between licks and kisses of Eliana’s thigh. “Ya want to cum when he fills ya up. Don’t ya worry about that – I got control over the orgasm lock too. Just let go. Your husband and first wife will take care of everything.”

Eliana let out a high-pitched cry of delighted desperation. Her sensitive body shuddered in a release it was not allowed to reach.

Aclysia’s lips glided back up. Though her tongue had plenty of opportunity to, it did not caress any of his sensitive spots. She pushed back down, then back up, bobbing in dutiful motions that deliberately avoided too much pressure onto the engorged head. It was a master class of a blowjob. Without experience, avoiding getting him off with this level of accuracy would have been impossible. It also reminded him thoroughly just how important a woman’s input was even when it looked like he was just fucking her face.

Not sitting by idly, John pushed up the pencil skirt of his first wife. Garter straps stretched over her perfect ass, white as the rest of her outfit. The lacy panties she wore rose nicely from her soft tan. A wet spot gave away how she was feeling about preparing Eliana’s pussy for breeding. He peeled back the clinging fabric, revealing her slick womanhood. Two fingers pushed inside.

“Nyah!” Jane meowed and moaned… meowned? Whatever that sound could be called, it was delightful enough that Nia squeaked in the crowd.

Purring, audibly so, like the horny cat woman she was, Jane continued to lap up the honey between Eliana’s legs. Her cat tail flopped against her leg, expressing her happy relaxation while John fingered her effortlessly to her first orgasm. It was owed every bit as much to his skill as it was to her sensitivity. After a week, his first wife was starved for his touch.

Physics did not permit him to reach Aclysia’s pussy to do the same for her, but he had other means. Free Casting a simple spell that formed arcane hooks, he pulled up the serving dragon maid’s skirt next and moved her own soaked panties aside. In place of his fingers, the Companion Cube descended, reshaped into a facsimile of his member.

Aclysia’s eyes rolled up when the mana-made sex toy penetrated her. He moved slowly, knowing just how sensitive she was. Had he gone any faster, her discipline could have shattered and she would have sucked him off in earnest.

Even languid motions had his second wife tremble in orgasm within a minute. Cock in her throat and toy in her pussy, both of her Master’s mind and body, the maid was reminded of her own personal heaven. Her thoughts radiated love, lust and willing submission in a storm of reds and pinks.

A low grunt by John was the unspoken signal for them all to stop. Even trying her best to make it a preparative effort, Aclysia’s throat, reverberating with her moans, did stimulate. She reluctantly glided upwards, the tight ring of her lips touching the sensitive border between shaft and head for one delectable moment, before she released him with a satisfied sigh.

“Master’s cock has been polished, shining like the jewel it is,” Aclysia swooned.

“And this dripping wet pussy is ready to be filled,” Jane added after a parting lick.

His first two wives crawled further forward, flanking Eliana on the left and right, They were extremely enticing figures both. Aclysia’s now flushed skin, despite her paleness, also contrasted with the white of her wedding dress. Their skirts had ridden up, their legs parted, the lower edges of their womb markings visible. One leg angled, the other straight, they framed Eliana in a symmetrical pose. Had they trained for this or were these the instincts they had developed over the past years? As always, John did know what answer would have been hotter.

They each grabbed one of Eliana’s thighs and pulled it back, then used their other hands to cooperatively spread the pussy of his third wife. The unnatural blue tint of her skin faded gradiently past the outer lips. Pretty pink folds twitched.

“”Time to knock her up, husband,”” Jane and Aclysia spoke in unison.

No force in the world could have kept him away for any longer.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Eliana whispered under her breath, his spit-shined cock rubbing against her slick entrance. The heat radiating from her pussy was magnetizing. He pushed forward without thinking. There was greater resistance than he was used to, but that was no problem. What patience he had left was entirely dedicated to this task.

Bit for bit, he disappeared into her trembling body. Her hands were on her face. Her irises were purple oceans of disbelief and delight. Her eyes dashed between his advancing cock, his face, and those of the women around him.

“Is this really happening?” she moaned. “Is it… is it really happening?!”

“Yes,” John grunted and pushed the last third into her with a swift thrust.

Eliana’s eyes rolled up. Her mouth opened wide into an O-shape. She trembled all over, every muscle twitching as if desperately holding onto something heavy. All the same, she did not climax. The tight folds around him contracted and released without finding that final stimulus needed. It was barred to her by the smugly grinning cat woman that now kissed the pretty little psycho’s earlobe.

“You’ll get to be the first one to experience why they call it the mating press,” Jane purred.

“I must express some envy at that fact,” Aclysia sighed.

There was only one issue John had to take care of before he made their words reality. He reached down, grabbed the flimsy fabric covering her chest with both hands and tore. The dress was so sheer that it did not just tear – it shredded. The tear came off uneven, causing one of her pale, decently sized breasts to jiggle freely while the other remained covered by the lace.

‘I actually like that look more,’ John decided on a whim, and tossed the shred of white fabric aside. Grabbing handfuls of her skirt, he repeated the process until only a tattered corset, her sleeves, and the back half of her skirt remained.

Witnessing her half-naked like that, John’s cock twitched inside Eliana. His girth caused a mild rise in the flatness of her lower abdomen, starting where the swell of her womanhood no longer covered it and ending at the mark above her womb. The Submissive Mark, as it was so aptly called – a deep blue heart shape surrounded by two layers of swirls. A symbolic representation of her womb and fallopian tubes. A mark that proved that this had been what they both desired for a long time.

Her insides clung to his member in a snug embrace. It was a feeling like returning home after a long and difficult campaign. Outer folds gripped near the base of his shaft while the deeper walls shifted with every subtle spasm of the muscles around. It was a velvety grip and yet delectably firm. She just was perfect for him, a short woman who all the same could take his respectable size.

John grabbed her ankles.

“That’s our cue to get out of the way,” Jane whispered,

“So it is,” Aclysia swooned.

The first two of his harem placed symmetrical kisses first on Eliana’s cheeks, then on John’s. They remained as a pleasant tingle as he bent Eliana into her favourite position. She was pinned under him, kept in place by submission, love, and the cock throbbing inside her. Despite this, her breathing was surprisingly even, her stare, for all of its lust, lucid.

John worked against the pull of her folds, pulling back gradually, then just as gradually pushing back inside.

There was a silence in the room every bit as sacred as it had been in the cathedral. What usually was so lewd and debauched a series of sounds was holy in this moment. Eliana’s gasps, the wet whispers of his cock parting and leaving her, the audible breathing, all of it seemed to serve a purpose bigger than themselves. It wasn’t just sex for sex’s sake – this was true lovemaking. More than a pleasure of the moment, it was a pleasure that tied their futures together forever.

Accelerating cautiously, John moved with supreme tenderness. Below him was no cocksleeve, no willing sex slave, no playmate in a scene, but the mother of his first child. Though he did rise to a steady and fast pace, he never moved so quickly as to fill the room with the aggressive smacks that marked rougher sex.

Eliana was in total unity with his motions. He released her legs and they immediately locked around him. Thick thighs pressed into the sides of his hips, muscles tensed with every intent to hold on, no matter how much the rest of her body spasmed.

Slowly, inevitably, wonderfully, he worked himself up. Mesmerized, his other women watched. They were touching themselves, the little sounds of their fingers circling clits and penetrating pussies only adding to the sanctity of the moment. To have a harem aroused by the sight of watching him lovingly breed one of their number. To have a harem that waited patiently for each individual turn. Truly, the depth of gratitude for what he had could not be expressed in ten thousand years together.

“Almost there…” John pressed out. He wasn’t sure if it had been two minutes or twenty. The repetitive motion was all there was. In and out, always enveloped by her heat, by her eager and tight cunt, almost but not quite hitting her cervix on every plunge.

“Knock me up.” She did not beg nor did she command. The three words were filled with heat. No doubt, no panic, no second-guesses, just the certainty of what would happen next.

Their lips found each other in another kiss. Never had she tasted sweeter. Never had her moans been this subtle and supple before. Her hands brushed through his short hair. Her breasts, bare and lace-clad, squished against the muscles of his chest.

The rise to his climax was gradual, tantalizing. He tasted every drawn out moment. Soon, his body began to tremble. Involuntary acceleration made him drive into her hard and fast on the final spurt. He was driven by primal need. For that final stretch, the tenderness made room for base instinct. They both howled in ecstasy and then…

Clarity.

John had never felt this aware while cum surged up his shaft. Though he was trembling, though his being was filled with the sparks of bliss that crackled through his nervous system, he was all the same completely clear of mind and purpose.

Eliana was the same. Though he lifted the orgasm lock as his seed spilled into her fertile depths, though she was squirting and gushing with every powerful quake that ravished her short frame, she was all the same staring at him with loving eyes.

They kissed. They came and kissed. They marked the pure white bedsheets with her honey, with the sweat of lovemaking, and they kissed. Deep, hungry kisses that left them holding their breaths. John’s shaft tensed over and over again, delivering spurt after spurt of virile seed. Contracting folds clenched him like never before. Her body knew that this was different. Whether it was her magic or subconscious, her body knew and it was wringing him in the most pleasurable way imaginable. Every last drop ended inside her.

John pulled back. He pulled out. Her pussy hugged his manhood tight until he sprung, still hard, from her, leaving her gaping. Her ass came to a rest on the thoroughly stained sheets, so soaked the fabric had darkened intensely.

Eliana was a picture for him and his alone. One leg remained raised, toes curling as intense aftershocks continued to make her spine arch. The other leg was angled to the side, parted for him in case he wanted to push into her again. Her tattered dress hid barely anything. It certainly did not hide the sways of her breasts.

“Please…” Eliana whispered, a huge smile on her purplish lips. She glistened with sweat. Half-closed eyes looked at her pussy. She was grabbing the sheets by her shoulder, while brushing over her Lover’s Will mark. “Oh, please… oh, I can feel myself-“ She stopped, just gazing down at her lower body.

Whatever normal times of waiting were applied to sperm swimming to its destination did not apply to his. For as much of his excessively large load was spilling from her cunt, enough had made it to where it was supposed to go.

Being who she was, she felt it when it happened. One moment, she had an ovum within her, a part of her in every way that mattered. The next, their essences intertwined, forming the basis of a new being.

John did not need her to say it. He didn’t even need to see the empty circle in the middle of her womb tattoo to turn into a filled dot. All he had to witness was her face, the anticipating smile turning into a dreamy expression far above any orgasm.

“I’m pregnant,” she stated with absolute certainty.