Collide Gamer

“Oh… Lady…!” Moira barely pressed out the title of the supreme deity. Spasms dominated her ragged breathing, her internal walls clenching in all of their heat around John’s cock. Her sphincter was obscenely stretched around his cock. For the moment, he rested inside her, letting her ride out her current climax.

Moira was not quite flat on the bed. Her legs no longer supported her, but there was a layer of Ehtra between the Warden and the mattress. Their legs were layered, pussies against smooth thighs, clits mutually stimulated by the slippery points of contact. They were both panting wildly and consistently.

The First of Hatred’s typically sour look had melted away for a dreamy smile. She ran her hand through her fellow haremette’s wavy, red tresses. “Such beautiful hair,” she whispered. “You take expert care of it… not that you’d have to.”

Moira just moaned in thanks, still stuck in the aftershocks of that climax.

“Yo!” Lee came walking into the bedroom, moving swiftly. She jumped onto the bed, then walked on the soft ground until she was right behind John. Moira and Ehtra sighed wantonly, the light shifting of the bed enough to provide them pleasurable friction. “Look at this! Isn’t this the hottest thing you have seen all day?”

John found it unlikely that anything she could show him on her phone could be hotter than a righteous paladin turned anal-obsessed harem member stacked on top of the literal Lady Vengeance as a hyper-submissive maid. “Usually, the hottest thing I have seen all day is what I am looking at in person right that second,” he therefore said. “So that would have to be- Okay, yeah, that is the hottest thing I have seen all day.”

Lee presented him with a photo. It was of Eliana, which wasn’t all that surprising. The first bred of the harem had decided to journal her journey to motherhood by shooting a picture of her profile every day. With only a week on the clock, they really were just pictures of a hot woman from the side.

What made it really work today were her clothes. His Eliana had decided to wear an absolutely delectable white summer dress. It was almost modest – almost because the skirt barely made it over her ass and definitely would not have stood the test of bending over.

[Eliana Selfie AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c596cba3c48f.png ]

What made the picture so incredibly hot was the tagline: “Felt like wearing some more modest clothes now that I am moving into a different chapter in my life. Will have to get a bigger one soon though.”

Every acknowledgement that he had indeed put a bun in that oven was just… yes.

“What is it?” Moira asked, audibly displeased that attention was shifting from her. Not even his women were so low in jealousy that they would just ignore him drooling over someone else in the middle of sex. John would even say that this was a healthy level of jealousy.

Lee immediately shuffled over to the front of the stack, showing the two of them the photo. “She is so enthusiastic, as one bred by Master should be,” Ehtra cooed. She really broke hard into being a good girl whenever her submissive switch was flipped. “I hope she keeps that enthusiasm.”

“Lady… all I would have to do is beg him to move one hole down…” Moira muttered under her breath.

Lee rolled onto her side, leisurely scrolling on her phone with one hand and fingering herself with the other. “You can’t get knocked up without Jane and also John has to become a Thai King first.”

“No, don’t ask-“ John began, but the deed was already done.

“Why a Thai King?” Moira asked.

“Because you’ll be Thai King his nut!”

“Lee!” John shouted.

The gamer girl giggled like a gremlin, shooting up and fleeing the scene. She had the hop of a deer that had gotten away with a hilarious prank. Being balls deep inside Moira, John lacked the range of motion to grab her before she could escape.

“I don’t get it,” Moira said. “Can you just keep fucking me?” Right after the question was uttered, the redhead blushed. “I mean… just because it feels sort of good… not like I need you to scratch a special itch or something.”

“Anything to distract me from what just happened,” John groaned.

Moments later, he was groaning for a much more pleasant reason.

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John stepped out of his typical ‘after anal’ shower.

‘I think I may be leaving the part of my life where I am intrigued by the backdoor,’ the Gamer thought. ‘I’m pretty blessed that part of being superhuman apparently is that the hole is cleaner than it would be in normal people. Still… maybe I should stick to what nature has ordained some more…’

Fully quitting anal was not something he was even contemplating. For one, he was a highly perverted dom and there was still a bit of a power trip involved in getting that access. Much more importantly, he had one woman who loved anal and two who currently barred him vaginal access for individual reasons.

‘Knowing me, I’ll change my mind in like half a year anyway,’ John thought. ‘It’s like how I go through stretches of aggressively giving oral… I still owe Momo so much face-sitting time… I think that joke will stretch out into infinity.’

He pulled the towel over his short head of hair one more time, then tossed it into a nearby bin. Magic and mechanics thrummed as runes activated from the touch, triggering a chain reaction of enchantments and circuitry that had the towel get dried in the same process that pulled it through a small tunnel connected to the cargo bay. A laundry basket there gathered up everything for the maids to take it to the proper laundry machines in the Palace.

As naked as he had entered it, John stepped out of the bathroom. ‘Do I go deer hunting?’ he wondered. He couldn’t imagine Lee would be too hard to find, though she may have been in the kind of gamer girl gremlin mood that had her hiding under a couch while playing mobile games. Avoiding his wrath for her horrific ‘joke’ would be done to further the punishment.

The worst punishment would have been not to play....

Before he could decide what to do, Beatrice stuck her head out into the central corridor. “Request: Master is wanted in the audience chamber. Clarification: the room I currently occupy has been dubbed the audience chamber by our vortex of empty words.”

“Be nice to Sylph,” John remarked with a chuckle, while he walked over.

“Affirmative, I will be nice to the metaphysical embodiment of corrupted audio.”

John snorted. Beatrice got away with a lot of her more biting commentary because everyone was used to the shtick – and because it was really easy to annoy her in return. One that could take extreme banter was entitled to dish out extreme banter, such was the wisdom of the friend group.

The audience chamber at least was made for the purpose: one long table surrounded by comfortable chairs. The polished wooden surface was already stained with the perspirations of the female bodies writhing on it and the pussy juice dripping from the scissoring action. Jane and Siena were joined via a double-sided dildo, fighting above and below for dominance in the encounter. Their aggressive grunts were supplemented by the soft coos of the other four elemental girls eating each other out in an equally amusing and erotic rectangle of variously proportioned curves.

That put more women on top of the table than on the chairs, which were only occupied by Momo and Fianna, both of which played the relaxed voyeur to the scene, glancing at it occasionally while reading from the laptops they had put in front of them. Beatrice put her magnificent behind on the chair next to Fianna’s. It being bolted down prevented her from skirting any closer.

“Momo, can you get me something to drink?” John asked, while taking his own seat to Fianna’s left. It put the fairy maid directly across from him and the wrestling of his first wife with his fifth elemental in his right periphery. His hand squeezed Fianna’s thigh. She was just close enough that he could grab that part of her comfortably, but not close enough that he could finger her without bending.

‘Design flaw noted,’ Aclysia commented mentally. ‘I will have it fixed during the upcoming refitting of undesired elements.’

“Get him something to drink,” Momo said, casual and distracted, passing the order onto… herself. Kind of.

Fae Maids were so ubiquitous to John’s living situation, he hardly noticed them anymore. Unless Momo ensouled them with her own awareness, they were just a slightly mischievous piece of furniture, like a headset cord that somehow managed to get stuck under the chair wheels – every – single – time.

The piece of Momo’s hivemind wandered off to a nearby room and returned swiftly with a glass. It was handed over, John took a sip, and then he wrinkled his forehead. “…Is that birch sap?” he asked. It was not a drink he was in the habit of partaking in, but the mild sweetness and mineral undertones were unique enough to identify.

“You tell me, I don’t drink tree juice on account of being made of metal and all,” Momo responded, tone still distracted. “Hope you like it though, I tried to make her fetch something you’d love a quarter as much as I love you, Master.”

John just grinned at her comment. The words had flown freely from her lips and she neither blushed nor stuttered. Had she even noticed? A question left unanswered, as she finally closed the laptop. The light smack of lid against bottom was the signal for the lewdities on the table to peter out. The oral foursome disentangled nearly instantly, while Siena and Jane needed one more mutual climax to agree on a draw. The soaked dildo flopped onto the table.

Sylph floated up into the air, Gnome and Undine sat down near Momo, Siena and Salamander laid down parallel on their chests, and Jane decided that the edge of the table was the place for her perfect posterior to be put.

“So, what are we discussing?” John leisurely leaned back. “Must be a topic that’s serious but not too serious, considering you stopped the sex but did not call in everyone.”

“It’s about the Hawaii trip,” Momo said. “Which obviously I want to be there for the wedding at the end, but the conquest part a bunch of us plan to skip out on.”

“I, meanwhile, need to double down on finding the forbidden archive of Alexandria,” Momo added. “If we want to have that intel ready to distract Remus with.”

“Addition,” Beatrice chimed in. “I have business with Dramar to further coordinate the tied interests of the Abyss Auction and Fusion. He has concerns regarding our new form of state that require negotiation.”

All valid points and business that could hardly rest. “Claire and I,” Undine put another matter into the ring, “also wish to coordinate on the skeleton structure of my secret society. We will link up with Lu Zhi on the matter.”

“And then there’s Nahoa’s southward diplomacy,” John said, to remind himself and everyone of that already ongoing affair. “Lots to do.”

Jane let out a heavy sigh. “I’mma have to do some empress stuff at home, so I can’t tag along either.”

That one was genuinely surprising. “What would make you miss out on a trip to Hawaii of all places?” he asked. “That’s your personal tropical heaven.”

“I knooooooooow,” Jane whined, “but between my mother, for once, justifiably nagging me about spending some more family time and a bunch of charity needing coordinating, I’ll have to stay home. Be a responsible adult and all of that.”

“…Lord above, are you growing up?” John looked at his wife with overplayed shock. “Is this possible?”

“Shaddup,” the feline Lightbearer retorted. “I know I’m the ambassador of ‘just do what ya want; if being a ruler stresses ya out, just ignore the ruling for a bit’ and all that jazz, but I’ve put a bunch of irons in the fire and I don’t have the multiple bodies to deal with both them and slurp pina coladas out of belly buttons.”

“You don’t need to justify making a responsible decision to me.”

“I need to justify it to me! It sucks!” Jane threw her hands in the air. “Why did I pick the future strongest guy on Earth as my husband? I coulda been the trophy wife of some boring dude and spent my days having my own harem that he gets to share with me instead of the other way around!”

“Aha!” John pointed at her. “I knew you agreed to the idea too quickly all the way back! You always wanted to bring it up yourself!”

“Guilty as charged!” she cried out, then dispelled the excess energy with a sigh. “Nah, actually not. Hadn’t given that any thought beyond ‘girls hot, let’s try it’ when ya brought it up.”

“Is this the right moment to point out that nothing is stopping you from being a trophy empress?” Momo chimed in.

Fianna was still tapping away at her laptop. “Her own ambition is stopping her.”

“It’s the worst,” Jane groaned. “Being useful and all that.”

“Anyway, what I am hearing is that we are splitting the harem,” John remarked. “Not surprising. I will take the deer gremlin with me so we can pull everyone together quickly when we have pacified Hawaii.”

“Deer gremlin? What did Lee do to deserve that moniker?”

“She pulled a ‘deez nuts’ in front of me… well, something like it.”

“Which one.”

“’Thai King his nut’… it was a joke about knocking Moira up.”

“HAH!” Sylph laughed. “HAhaahahahaa!”

Salamander also snorted. “What?! It’s funny!” she responded to the judgemental gazes all around.

“Response: your breasts are bigger than your brain and it shows.”

“The only thing fucking fatter than your ass is your ego.”

“My ego is null compared to yours. I have not deliberately gotten corrupted to prove a point.”

“No, ‘cause your fucking code base is faulty to start with.”

“A defect that repaired herself is infinitely superior to the working product that sought malfunction.”

“I… you… fucking ass!” Salamander groaned like those on the receiving end of Beatrice’s dispassionate dismantling usually were. “You win this one, but I will have my reve- DO NOT FUCKING DARE PULL OUT THE OVERSIZED X BUTTON!” Salamander’s hair exploded into a pillar of flame. “I WILL BLOW A HOLE INTO THIS PLANE!”

“Attention, passengers,” Aclysia’s voice echoed through the loudspeakers. “I remind that this plane is my property. Any damage to it will be responded to like chaos to my kitchen.”

That made Salamander calm down immediately. The room went silent for a bit; John stretched. “We’ll have a proper meeting once we touch down,” he said. “So everyone can split up properly… I don’t feel exceptionally comfortable with splitting up with Yoshua and Judas out there, but we can’t be paralyzed into taking only actions as a cluster because of that.”

“No need to explain that to us, tiger,” Jane teased.

“I am explaining it to me,” John responded.

Banter in a relationship always rhymed.