Collide Gamer

Stepping into their bath after a week away from it was a borderline religious experience. Surrounded by his loves, Aclysia and Jane clinging to his arms with all of the delight of newlyweds, he entered the large room with its multitude of baths.

It was a decadent display of luxury. Not only did he have variously sized tubs for anything between 2 and 30 people (though the last one was an actual swimming pool), he also kept the water in the room running at pleasant heat all around the clock. This was just one of the many luxuries of living in a magical domicile.

Sinking into the hot water of the tub broke the last vestiges of the harem’s self-control. Jane settled not beside him but on top of him, taking him inside in one smooth descent of her shapely hips. The skin pulled taut over her nubile body as she moaned aloud. The bliss of taking him into her was written all over her features. Fluttering eyelids; gaping, glossy lips; and brows that quivered in unison with the greater quakes of her body.

Just taking him inside had her near orgasm. Raising the bottom of her pear-shaped figure pushed her over the edge. When she plunged back down, she was already quivering, her delight evident in every cry she let out, advertising the effectiveness of her husband’s manhood.

The gathered haremettes needed no such advertisement, only the chance to get their own fill. John let them wait just a little bit longer.

“…I did not marry you for your big dick,” Jane promised, once her orgasm had ebbed away.

“But it does help?” he finished her sentence.

“It does,” she confirmed with a lewd grin. Her hips circled, drawing vocalizations of lust out of both of them. Eliana had taken the empty spot to his right in the shallow, 30-people pool. Aclysia was to his left. The other 24 members of his harem were scattered about, watching in a trance as their feline first transitioned to riding him at an ever greater pace.

John was not motionless, meeting her descents with well-timed thrusts. Holding her by the waist, he steadied her while orgasm after orgasm messed up her balance. Pink hair was flying. Water splashed, displaced by the repeated descents of her perfect bubble butt. Her head flew back as she shouted at the ceiling yet again.

“Cum… in… your… WIFE!” The shout was plea and command in equal measure, a wonderful fusion of her switching positions.

John’s fingers curled into the ever so subtle padding on her love handles and the abundant softness of her derriere. Tiny thrusts accompanied the ejaculation. Spurt after spurt of his cum rushed up into her.

Getting filled up had Jane’s expression change from ecstatic to blissfully vacant. Eyes rolled up as a gooey smile was plastered across her lips. She was utterly relaxed, held even remotely upright only by the tensing forced on her by the spasms travelling through her pleasure-loaded nervous system.

“Gaia, that was… necessary!” His first wife, still trembling, slowly raised her hips up. The mixture of cum and pussy juice dripped onto the water as soon as his cock no longer sealed her stretched cunt. The constant cycling of the water made that a non-issue within moments. “Your turn, sister-wife.”

“Much obliged,” Aclysia cooed, switching positions with Jane fluidly. Without delay, the first maid impaled herself in the same fashion. With her higher Libido and the tailor-made insides of her cunt, she was set off just from taking him inside.

She also did not move as much on her own. John waited for the clenching of her cunt to diminish, then thrust up into her. Whereas Jane had done the majority of the bouncing on her own, Aclysia’s obscenely bottom-heavy curves were made to bounce by his hard motions. It was his hips that repeatedly broke the shallow surface of the water, smacking against the ass and thighs of his second wife. The room was filled with her delighted screams, the clap of flesh against flesh, and the wanton moans of the witnesses.

John had to put it crudely: pussy was the best. The tightness of a throat and venerations of tongues was ecstatic and the unique heat of pounding an asshole exhilarating, but there was nothing that spoke more to the pleasure instincts than a vagina’s grip. From the tightness of the entrance to the tight intermediary walls and velvety caress of the innermost, every centimetre of womanhood just felt right around his cock. Psychological gratification layered on top – that instinctive reward he got from his male brain for being enveloped by a woman and then pumping his seed into the depths of her babymaker.

Heaven.

John’s hips stayed above the waterline. The back of his shoulders pressed against the wall of the tub. Jane and Eliana framed him, helping him stay put while his balls tightened over and over again, delivering wave after wave of his thick cum to Aclysia’s eagerly awaiting insides. The straddling maid had her hands on her face, grinning manically while she stared down at where they were joined.

“My husband’s cum, my Master’s cum, my husband’s seed, my Master’s seed, my husband’s cum…” she whispered to herself, her crazy shining through in the moment of relief. Every repetition was accompanied by another gush of pussy juice from her swollen cunt.

The pleasure tensing his midriff eventually ebbed away. His hips sank back into the water, lowering Aclysia alongside them. She was panting, still muttering her little prayer. Everyone else beside Eliana and Jane was audibly gasping. They were holding on by a thread. 24 women were awaiting their own return to regularity – that regularity being orgasming often and hard.

A flex of John’s mental muscles saw that door to the bathroom open. In stepped his two other bodies. They swiftly joined the harem in the tub, becoming focal points of the ensuing orgy. A brush of Sylph’s hair was all it took for the volt bunny to go into heat. There was no coming back from there.

They did not leave the bath for an hour.

It began with a wild orgy without sense. His cocks moved from hole to hole, simply fucking whoever was in front of him. Lee, Nightingale, Lyndell, they were pinned down in simultaneous mating presses. Lydia had her asshole pounded moments later, while Beatrice and Gnome were taken next to each other in missionary. From Lydia to Moira, the anal adventure continued, while Nia and Siena shared one of his bodies, getting fucked by the double-cocks of the Master Stud Skill.

Nahoa, then Hailey, then Scarlett, then Metra, then Momo, each rode another one of his bodies in turn, each of them milking their long awaited load from his loins. Fianna was pinned down beside the bathtub, put prone beneath her Master as he pounded her jiggling cheeks from behind. Undine was next, getting her throat fucked and pussy eaten in the classic 69 position.

Lorelei muttered prayers while she bounced on his cock. Salamander lost her voice within seconds, her challenging insults replaced with wordless cries. Ehtra was the opposite, muted by her shyness at first, then dissolved into her eager submission. Claire was all cries and eager pleas from the start and was rewarded with a thorough pounding from behind for it. Lu Zhi cleaned his cock with her mouth after all of that.

Nathalia, somehow, had the patience to wait until this late to claim her turn. She started riding him, but her repressed lust soon had her wrecked by too many spasms to dictate the tempo. John put her on her back, kissed her lips and massive breasts until he came inside her. Delicia was too horny to even be bratty, snapping right to squishing her tits around his cock until he hammered her in a mating press of her own.

After fucking her over and over again, he finally managed to satisfy Sylph enough for the pink lightning of her heat to disappear.

That wrapped up the first part of the orgy.

John had all of them line up against the wall, asses up, then fucked them in groups of three until he had left a second load inside all of them. They took a short cleaning break, then had a second wave of orgy clusters. Now that they all had been reminded of his cock, they were indulging in each other. For this stretch, John only needed one body. He was more of an accessory to a lesbian orgy. Well, it could never be truly lesbian, considering the massive focus on licking the cream out of each other’s cunt.

By the end of the hour, they had gotten the immediate need out of their system. Simultaneously, caving to the craving had awakened it in full.

John could scarcely take a step without some woman needing another round. From the bath to the changing room to the living room, he was halted over and over again by sucking lips and invitingly spread pussies. It took him another 30 minutes to walk twenty metres.

When he finally did sit down at their table, he was immediately serviced by Aclysia, Beatrice and Claire under the table. The three got one more load out of him, swapping it between them, before they remembered there was breakfast to prepare. Hailey, Lorelei and Moira took their place. His other two bodies were still busy fucking women on the Couch and in the bedroom.

Once food was on the table, the sex did enter a short lull. They had just burned an ungodly amount of calories and their bodies noticed it. After wolfing down the food, they entered another hour of lovemaking. It was slowed by the fullness of their stomachs. Tenderness moved into the void left by raw need.

“In a way, it’s probably good we woke up early,” John groaned, lying in the middle of his bedroom. The air was heavy with the scent of pheromones, sweat and cum. In the moment it was a pleasant mixture, but he knew it would cease to be so once tempers and bodies cooled. “Gave us the time to go through all of that.”

“Which was deeply necessary,” Momo sighed, without a hint of irony. “Hey, hey, Masterrrrr?” she purred.

“Yes, Momo?”

“Can you put me under? For the entire day? Just… make me whatever you want me to be?”

“Wow… yeah, I can do that – after we have our gathering.” John groaned, rising from the lap pillow Eliana was giving him. “One more quick rinse, then we have to have our strategy meeting! There’s much to discuss.”

Sore and satisfied, they managed to get in and out of the showers in just seven minutes that time. There were some sapphic engagements, some indecent applications of Delicia’s tits in her role as his cleaning maid, but they still kept it to those seven minutes. Afterwards, they were all satisfied, their skin glowing, their hair filled with the lustre of the sexually fulfilled.

“First item on the agenda,” John said, leading the proceedings himself for once, and raised his left hand. His wedding ring sat on the finger, a broad strip of blue framed by a thin, white border at the top and a black one at the bottom. Inside that blue strip were three lines, one of blue enveloped by black, one of a solid pink and the last one red-framed amethyst. They were each quite small, little marks on an already small piece of jewellery. All the same, they were there.

And unlike the other rings, this one let him Observe it.

‘That explains that one extra hard punch Jane threw at Tiamat when we fought her lesser avatar with Romulus,’ John thought. ‘It and Heart Multiplication are also probably the reason why not every Attribute slot is filled. Too much power in those two.’

He wasn’t going to complain about it. There had never been a demand on his wedding rings to be more than beautiful. That they had this addition was a nice assurance to have on his side.

“Second item – Nathalia.” Calling her name had the dragoness turn uncharacteristically rigid. Haughtiness was her modus operandi and supreme power usually came with supreme certainty. Now, she was every bit as tense as any other nervous human. “Do you want a marriage ceremony or not?”

In the past, the dragoness had voiced that she would have only cared for one to show off. Yesterday seemed to have changed that perception. John read it in the way she behaved after catching the bouquet. Having been pressed on it, she had said she ‘would not mind’. He wanted something more definitive.

“My long life… has afforded me many acquaintances… but few friends,” the goddess said very slowly, twirling a lock of her wavy hair around her finger all the while. “Perhaps… I would like it… if a ceremony to be tied down… was held in our little circle… whenever I put down my Guild Hall?”

John gave her a deep nod. That was entirely acceptable to him and it also made clear what his next target was. “Then we will officially annex Hawaii in the week after we deal with the Upset rebellion,” he proclaimed.

That caused some snorts of amusement among the harem, even a few shaken heads (though even those women were still smiling). Stuffing Hawaii into his proverbial pocket was the only acceptable expansion target he had left as far as Krieg was concerned.

“Shouldn’t take more than a business trip,” he said, confidently. “We do have a new plane, right?”

“Affirmative,” Aclysia confirmed. It was one of the many wedding gifts they had received. Specifically, that one had come from the Illuminati’s Triumvirate. John trusted that even the Horned Rat wouldn’t stoop so low as to bug a wedding gift, but he still had Nia and Lorelei verify that. Even if it was bugged, he would use it. Better that than risk crashing again.

“Does it have a blowjob throne?” Sylph asked. “Please tell me it has a blowjob throne!”

“It does not,” Aclysia denied, her own lamentation heavy in her voice. “We will have to install one. I have already made the necessary arrangements.”

“Yay!” Sylph jumped on the Couch. “Stupidly horny stuff gives me life!”

“”We know,”” Salamander, Siena, Lydia, Momo, Ehtra and Moira said all at once, in various tones of disapproval.

“It’s not stupidly horny,” Claire trilled. “Merely adequate.”

“Can I suck you off, Master?” Momo suddenly blurted out.

“You JUST joined the chorus of criticizing me and now you do that! That’s so weird and mean! Wemean! Wait? Is weird and mean combined the root word for women?! Audible gasp! Are men just mean then?”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Salamander asked.

“Chi-pa-pah!”

“…Yeah… yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Having a lovey-dovey horny day?” John teased his sassy maid.

“Yes,” she responded instantly. “I love you. Sue me.”

“I will. By my authority as emperor, I hereby sentence you to keep sitting there until after we went through agenda point 4. Now, for agenda point 3…” John took a short pause. “The first Breeder Perk.”

Everyone awaited the opening of the window.