Collide Gamer

“I AM FUCKING PREGNANT!”

Eliana’s scream ripped John out of his slumber. Though he was in his bed, he was not treated to the typical blowjob nor had he fallen asleep as sweaty as he had expected to. After knocking the screaming woman up, they had simply agreed to let that sweet moment be the end of their wedding night and go to bed on that high.

“We knoooooooow,” Lorelei groaned. Rare was the treat of the seer’s sleepy voice, adding a husky frill to her voice that made everything she said bite just a little bit. “If I may say, there is no need to brag.”

“Shut the f… up, cumdump!” Eliana put a hand on her marked womb. John saw it through the Mandala Sphere, now hovering above the bed. His hands were still half-holding the bred blood mage, despite the fact that she had shot-up into an L-shaped sit. “Fuck, I am pregnant! Gah! Ah! AAAAHHHHHHH!”

Fianna groaned, covering her tiger ears with her hands to reduce the amount of noise she was absorbing. “You haven’t even been pregnant for a day. It is too early for mood swings of this calibre.”

“I don’t think you get it, pussy!”

“Very creative.”

“Fuck off… No more cursing, bad Eliana!” The pretty little psycho smacked her own thigh, then continued to ramble, “I am actually pregnant! Oh, shiii…oot! Over the next 9 months, I’ll go through a full bimbofication!”

“I don’t think you can call the reallocation of priorities due to hormonal changes ‘bimbofication’,” John grunted.

“I’ll become short-sighted, emotionally unstable, attach myself to every bit of love I can get, and get obsessed with getting my nest in order.”

Jane scratched the back of her head and languidly blinked the sleep away. “Nest? Are you a bird? No offense, Gale.”

“It feels more offensive for you pointing out the oddity,” the harpy mumbled from her hidey-hole. She had chosen one of the hollow spaces of their three-layered bed towers to sleep in. Her head remained mostly hidden by her pillow.

Her pillow talked next, “Bwahahahaha, you list all of that like anything changes, that’s hilarious!”

“Shut the fudgecake up, you jigglypuff of a cumquat quack!”

Delicia only laughed louder at the weird assembly of words. By now, everyone had forsaken their attempt to stay asleep. They were awake now and that was that. Women rolled over, giving up comfortable resting positions to stretch and rub the sleep from their eyes. It was a modest start of the day, with none of the usual touchy-feely stuff that accompanied them rising well-rested next to their fellow ultra-models.

The Gamer pulled his contact lenses out of his inventory and put them in one after another. “Also, you list all of that like it’s a foregone conclusion.”

“It is – women get demure and dependent when they’re knocked up, that’s just biology.”

“That’s genuinely fetish talk coming out of your face hole right now.” John rolled his shoulders, then his jaw. Mild sleep deprivation had the funny side effect of introducing a bunch of minor aches, despite there being nothing wrong with anything. “Not saying it cannot happen, just that you are taking the generalized effects and pushing them to an extreme.”

“Maybe I want to get demure, thought about that, baby maker?!”

“I did… but you are definitely not demure right now. You are, indeed, extremely loud.”

Eliana’s mouth gaped, then slowly closed as it finally sunk in that she had ruined everyone’s rest. “…Sorry…” she muttered.

“You’re good,” Jane was swift to assure her. “It’s a big day for all of us.” The first of the Gamer’s wives and empress of Fusion crawled up to her fellow haremette and put a kiss on her Lover’s Will mark, right where the filled dot marked the successful pregnancy. “Little half-sibling of my future kitten is growing in there.”

John had already been trending towards an erection, just seeing all of his women naked and in motion. Listening to the love of his life purr so affectionately about his seed having taken in another womb, well… it certainly stirred his breeding kink fiercely.

“’Clysia, if ya would help me with this?”

“Of course, my Mistress and fellow wife,” the black-horned dragon maid cooed.

Two tongues dragged over his manhood, two pairs of lips pressed kisses on hard shaft and heavy balls. There was no need for them to even look at each other, they knew exactly what they were doing. They made out with the engorged head of his cock between them.

The two had always been close as the first and second of his harem, but John couldn’t help but feel that yesterday’s events had taken their relationship to a whole different level. Conceptually expectable, weddings had a way of cementing bonds, yet practically surprising. John had not considered there to be a level of unison beyond what they had displayed before.

All the same, he felt it. He felt it in the way they worked his morning wood. Though it was in service of his needs, it was also a mutual indulgence. Their hands were all over each other, At every opportunity they had, they pressed kisses onto each other. The act of sucking him off was a chance of mutual veneration as well.

The beating heart of the harem’s social cohesion and the strong back that carried the household’s daily stability were in truly wed unity. Was there anything more beautiful than having them polish his rod with spit and tongue while holding his knocked up third wife?

‘I am asking myself questions like that a lot currently,’ John observed his own thoughts with a chuckle.

“What’s funny?” Eliana asked, her mood having calmed to a reasonable level of nervous and excited squeaking to her voice.

“Just thinking about how I seem to define every second moment of the last 24 hours as the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me.” The Gamer closed his eyes and basked in the unity expressed around his cock. Within seconds, they pushed him over the edge. He recognized the particular softness of Jane’s lower lip against the underside of his shaft. Cum spurted into her eager mouth.

By the time he opened his eyes, Jane was already swapping the enormous load back and forth with Aclysia. Their first reception of cum as his wives had them both tremble, their bodies taut as bowstrings as they came three times just from tasting it. It spoke volumes to how deprived even they were and they, at least, had managed to get off with toys and fingers last night. Everyone else had added an extra day to their ‘dry’ streak.

If they hadn’t been stirred awake too early, they definitely would have been a writhing mass of bodies and sweat already. Instead, Lulu raised a different point, “So… I was wondering about this before, but do we pick up some cool term for each other?” The imperial tomboy made a tossing gesture. “Obviously, that ‘we’ is working into the future here.”

Jane and Aclysia detached from each other with a gasping sigh, a long rope connecting outstretched tongues for a while. They were engaged in a little game of how long they could stretch it. When it tore with more than a handspan between them, the first wife responded, “Ya say ‘obviously’, but I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Assumedly she is referring to allocating a preferred title to call one another in respect to your shared position,” Lydia remarked.

“Yeah,” Lulu confirmed. “Traditionally, wives of the same man use ‘co-wife’ or ‘sister-wife’.”

“Ya gonna get all weird if we call each other sister-wife?” Jane gave John’s still hard cock a teasing poke.

He just rolled his eyes. “Yes, because my entirely natural distaste for incest is so rampant that I cannot separate concepts.”

Metra put a toned arm around his shoulder. “Your distaste doesn’t even go that deep, you are totally fine with me and Ehtra making out.”

“Exactly.”

“Audible gasp!” Sylph suddenly snapped out of her drowsy state. “My two brain cells just did a connect! John, you don’t have any actual sisters in your harem! Of all the depravities, that one is missing! That’s so weird.”

It was a bit weird that he had managed to dodge that one. All the same, he shrugged. He was satisfied with his faux-twins and Ehtra/Metra filled the sister slot well enough for his completionist mindset.

“I definitely think that ‘co-wife’ is too impersonal,” Jane continued on the main topic. “Sister-wife works for me just fine.”

“If I may.” Lorelei cleared her throat, to get the last of her tired frill out of her voice. “Though the title of sister-wife is appropriate and satisfactory, it does not properly reflect the sacred bond shared between you and us.”

There was humming all around. Nathalia put her arm around Undine, squeezing the slime lady’s breasts casually as she spoke, “Though our seer makes her point from a position of zealotry, it is true all the same.”

“I concur,” Aclysia agreed, while stroking her husband’s cock. “Master’s wives deserve a loftier title.”

“Fusion-sisters?” Momo suggested from her position as Siena’s lap pillow.

“Too stately,” the shadow spirit disagreed and flicked one of the fairy maid’s nipples. “Besides, that sounds more like a title for a particularly accomplished group of our daughters.”

“Soul-sister?” Salamander suggested, stretching head to tail-tip. Seeing her red, well-endowed figure in motion was an eye-drawing display of shifting muscles and jiggling, pliable meat. “I’m honestly grasping at straws, I’m not fucking good at the whole naming thing.”

“Yeah, you’re for looking at, not listening to,” Sylph sniped.

“Wow, thanks for the confidence, airhead.”

“A-are we married to the uhm… whole ‘sister’ part in it?” Gnome asked, feet dangling over the edge of her seat atop one of the bed towers. “Just because I am trying to… broaden stuff a bit.”

“I just like the way it sounds,” Jane remarked. “Whatever other word we come up with, we’ll definitely gonna use the original as well. Right, sister-wives?”

“Affirmative.”

“Flipping works for me.”

Eliana hugged John from the side now, beaming brightly at him while Jane and Aclysia continued to execute the ‘newlywed privilege’ of hogging his dick for themselves. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered.

“I know,” John whispered back, nudging her affectionately with his head.

Lydia tapped the mattress with the back of her right heel, outstretched legs flanked by Beatrice and Nahoa. Her arms were around their shoulders, seated with the confidence only a haremette could have. “I suggest crown-wife, it holds the gravitas of our position.”

“Little impersonal though.”

“Could be used for public events,” John suggested.

“I like soul-wives,” Nia threw in, peeking up from her position behind Hailey.

“Oooooh, I do like that too!” the enigma engineer declared and kissed her fellow blonde on the lips. “Good suggestion, hon’.”

Nia smiled softly, then reciprocated the kiss with one of her own.

A couple more suggestions were thrown about. Heart-wives, lovebound, heart-kin, inner loves, heart-joined, imperial-loves, to name only the few that were generally liked. In the end, they decided that it was impossible to get a term specific to them that all of them liked, so they agreed to stick to sister-wife for the generalities. No need to fix what wasn’t broken.

“Do we wish to give us as an institution a specific title, however?” Lydia asked. “I have seen us being referred to as the Imperial Harem in the papers.”

“It’s not just the papers, it’s what I named you on the whole government chart thing,” John threw in.

“I believe it would be a proper signal of the changing of the times to refer to it in a different way,” she reiterated her earlier argument. “I understand that a replacement for sister-wife is unwieldy, but an institution’s name is typically unique to a country, especially one of import.”

“This is correct,” Lu Zhi threw in. “Though we will not take one, in the times of our ancestors the imperial harem had the specific name of the ‘Sublime Women of His Jade Majesty of Heaven and Earth’.”

“You like long names,” Nathalia stated.

“Long shall the words of the sovereign linger on the lips of the commoners.” It sounded like it was some idiom with the confidence with which the imperial tomboy said it.

John wasn’t that interested in having a name that took up half a page, especially not one that would be used regularly. At the same time, he had a continued dislike for the modern English tendency to turn everything into an acronym. “How about the Imperial Weave?”

“Elegant, yet lacking,” Lydia opined. “Easily mistaken as a grand concept rather than your wives.”

“Concordant Wives?” Undine suggested.

“Though appropriate, it evokes instinctive connections to Krieg and his Concord of War.”

“The Beloved Many,” Lorelei threw in.

Again, Lydia shook her head. “Too heavy on emphasis on John’s importance. Though he is emperor, let us not forget that we do have extensive political power in this polyarchy.”

“Polyarchy,” John repeated the word. “That’s a fun term.” A grunt escaped him right after those words as the second load of the morning spilled between Aclysia’s lips. For the second time that morning, the sister-wives swapped his load between them.

“Just to make sure,” Jane said afterwards, “ya did put the safety back on right?”

“I did,” John assured. “Bit late to ask that though.”

“Yeah… Well, ya did, so it’ll be fine.”

Lee tilted her head, sitting cross-legged in a semi-isolated spot on the mattress. “You think his swimmers could make it from your stomach to your womb?”

“We’re talking about cum that got a girl knocked up in, like… 30 seconds.”

“43 seconds,” Eliana added – of course she had counted.

“Which definitely ain’t normal. I mean, how long does it usually take? An hour?”

“Under optimal conditions…” the local breeding expert continued, “…fertilization can occur within 30 minutes. 1 to 12 hours is normal. Technically, pregnancy only really begins after 6 to 12 days though, when the zygote has travelled down to the uterus.”

“And it already did that?” Jane asked.

“Yeah, though that’s more to do with my weird-ass body than his,” Eliana responded. Though she was minimizing the effect of her Innate Ability on the processes of her pregnancy, there was no stopping everything. In the first place, she was pregnant with a demigod, who, unlike other Abyssals, was guaranteed to inherit some variety of power. It could have been the case that the first signs of this manifested as early as travelling down the fallopian tube.

“Oh, oh!” Sylph raised her hand. “How about the Radiant Court?”

“I prefer a term less luminous,” Nightingale stated, she and Delicia finally crawling out of their alcove. The harem was gradually coalescing near the middle of the bed, around John and his three wives. “Though I do like ‘Court’.”

“Midnight Court is already taken,” the viscountess reminded.

“That does make that term less attractive,” the harpy thought aloud. “How about the Imperial Choir?”

“Has a bit of delicious irony, doesn’t it?” Delicia asked with a huge grin. “Since we’re not exactly known to all sing with the same tune.”

Aclysia hummed. “All the same, we do speak in unison once a decision has been made. I like Imperial Choir.”

“Works for me too,” Jane agreed.

The rest of the harem followed suit. A couple alternatives for ‘Imperial’ were thrown in, but all discarded due to being either too specific or not specific enough.

“Alrighty… bath?” the first of the harem asked. “Big orgy in the bath, even?”

“Works for me,” John said with a broad smile. If the usual was how his first two wives wanted to start their first day as his taken brides, then he was in complete agreement. There had been everything right with how they lived before, so it was only natural to fall back into those habits.

There was much to discuss and do still. There was that first Breeder level to take, then there were the Class Levels he had accumulated and could now spend, and, of course, there was the important question of when and how Nathalia wished to follow as the universally-agreed second to be knocked up. Beyond that there was the broader question of what to do next.

What was more important than any of these matters, though, was that they were all right there. They were his loves, some married, many to be married. His seed had taken inside Eliana and would take in many more over the coming days and weeks, until all of the first wave had been given what they so rightfully deserved. He was in his bed, in his home.

Everything was right where it ought to be.

Season 4 Arc 1 – Completed.