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The Gamer Chapter 1989 – Approaching the Late Game 36 – Christmas Orgy 4 – Writhing and Wrestling
🕑 Added 2025-10-31 23:16:43 +0000 UTCJohn was beset on all sides in a matter of seconds. ‘Oil wrestling every last one of them was just too ambitious,’ he thought, while tongue-fencing with Hailey. ‘Or maybe they had always planned for it to end like this.’
He did not care which one it was, only that he continued to swim in an ocean of female curves. His dick found itself between thighs, asses and tits, rarely of the same woman. He was getting sucked and stroked, all while he kept the pretence up that this was a fight. Oil slathered over every bit of skin, until the entire harem was one glistening mess.
Watching it all from the outside was about 10% as wonderful as it was being inside it. John got to experience both sides, his second body lying on the bed, making out with Lyndell and Fianna. The two had recovered just enough to watch the orgy with depraved eyes. John gently teased their breasts as he whispered to them, “You’ll get used to the pleasure just enough to stay active.”
Fianna purred and nuzzled against him, Lyndell did the same without a sound.
Within the writhing mess of hormones and oil, John managed to grasp Lorelei’s hair. The white-blonde locks were slick with oil, but he managed to yank her against his chest all the same. He ripped the micro bikini top off her, then grabbed her full breasts with one hand. The seer practically melted against him, the number ‘11’ clearly displayed above her womb tattoo.
“Please. Master,” Lorelei begged. “Please, please, please, let me cum!”
John raised an eyebrow. It was rare for Lorelei to break, for her lust to so fully overpower the control she cultivated through her stretches of abstinence. “Of course I’m going to let you cum… you’re going to lose to me, after all,” he whispered into her ear.
There was no fight in the seer, just a sigh so subtle and yet so horny it defied being packaged in a single sound. The magical strip of silk that covered her pussy disappeared. His cock immediately found her utterly drenched slit and sunk inside.
He wasn’t even halfway in before several weeks of need gushed from her pussy. Lorelei screamed loud – then even louder. John had told them all to move in and they were taking full advantage of that. The wrestling was barely more than a pretence to give the orgy a specific spice now.
Nathalia bent down, her long, pointy tongue finding Lorelei’s clit and circling it insistently. Aclysia and Salamander latched onto the seer’s tits, sucking on the hard nipples. Sylph, Nahoa, and a cock-broken Delicia managed to sneak in kisses all over the rest of the white-blonde woman. All of that, while John kept her in a chokehold and fucked her from behind, the tits of Beatrice and Undine pressed against his back.
“S-sooo much loooove!” Lorelei said, then her lungs and mind gave out. The only noises that escaped her were choked giggles.
John reminded every centimetre of her pussy of the shape of her Master’s cock. After spending weeks untouched, her walls clung to him with near virginal tightness. Between her constant squirting and the oil, he could hammer her at a rapid pace all the same, racing towards release.
He groaned loud, pressing against her bubble butt, and came. The entire harem swooned in unison with his orgasm. He was deeply tempted to activate the Overclock, to link all of their pleasure properly, but he restrained himself. That would have changed what this was.
Amidst the sapphic writhing of a fantastic pile of women, he pumped full one of the many mothers of his children that surrounded him. ‘So close…’ he thought, fantasizing about the moment he made her womb swell with more than the absurd volume of his cum.
When he pulled out, Lorelei was pulled into the crowd of his beloved sluts. Her pussy became the box of treats for several of them. Scarlett immediately attached herself to his cock, keeping him nice and warm while he playfully wrestled with Beatrice. The number 23 on her pale ass made it clear that it wasn’t her time yet. John was determined to follow the allotted order.
One moment he made out with Beatrice, the next it was Aclysia. The differences were subtle and yet clear, the identical, pillowy lips pressing on his with a pleasant cool and open worship. Aclysia detached after a moment. “I exist to be your cocksleeve, Master,” she exclaimed, too much of a submissive servant to do anything but present her fat ass for the taking.
John gave the oiled-up orbs a smack. An eager cry filled the air, soon drowned out by the surrounding moans. A second later, he smacked his cock down between the abundant cheeks of the pale maid. They were surrounded on all sides by glistening curves, writhing in shared anticipation. The number 12, written on Aclysia’s left cheek, made it clear that she was indeed the next to be fucked.
“YES!” Aclysia screamed with unmasked obsession, when he slammed inside. “My John’s cock!” Her cunt gripped his length, the folds, human and yet too perfectly adjusted to his length to be natural, contracting in such a manner that he could just barely move.
“My Aclysia’s ass,” John grunted, thrusting in and out to make those twin globes jiggle. There were few things that the Gamer enjoyed more than an oiled up bubble butt in motion. The way the light played on the surface of the sinfully succulent derriere enhanced further the supple shape of her svelte hips.
John would have pulled her hair, had his hands not been occupied, playfully fending off the women that ‘attacked’ him. Rave and Lulu, Undine and Salamander, Nia and Lee, in pairs the haremettes that could act halfway sane threw themselves into the fray, to be groped, teased, and fingered by John while he kept hammering into Aclysia.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
“Oooooh, Mashtahrrrrr.” Aclysia was long beyond words, trapped in a series of orgasms. Her pussy was too much of a gripping heaven; there was only one way this could end.
John accelerated for a final spurt, then slammed into her. Her ass still rippled from the final impact when her Master came deep inside her. Nothing pleased the maid more than to bring him relief and her squirting all over his cock was the natural order of things. Her eyes rolled up as her spine curved. Beatrice made out with her faux-twin, devouring the orgasmic cry on Aclysia’s lips.
Hungry for more, John’s gaze snapped to the number 13. Black sharpie had written the number on the pale, blueish skin of the woman’s neck, a decorative band extending to the sides like a drawn-on choker.
“Yeah, of course I am the fucking 13,” Eliana joked, then clenched her teeth. It was a response to John grabbing her by the throat and pinning her down. The pretty little psycho shuddered like an animal in heat, her half-lidded gaze smouldering.
There was a short pretence of wrestling. Unusually defiant, the haremette, responsible for awakening so much of his sadistic and dominant tendencies, wiggled and writhed, denying him immediate access to her nubile cunt. The denial made John increasingly more aggressive. He leaned on her neck with more weight. It did not take much for Eliana’s energy to leave her. With her powers lowered to what her body would naturally have been capable of, the short woman was delightfully easy to choke into submission.
John pushed into her drenched cunt. ‘So fucking tight!’ Even his thoughts felt like he pushed them through clenched teeth. Every centimetre conquered was a series of wanton shivers up and down his spine. ‘God, she is adorable!’ he thought, staring at her face, reddened with lust and oxygen deprivation. He released his grip before the colour turned unpleasant.
Eliana inhaled. Her eyes snapped wide open. She laughed. It was a crazed, needful laugh. Her thick thighs wrapped around his waist. The pressure of her feet on his back made him slam the rest of the way inside her. There was so much strength in those legs.
“Fuck me! Fuck me so hard I forget how to think! Make me your bitch, John, your cum-soaked rag of a baby-bucket!” she shouted out, as her pussy gripped and released in that irregular, orgasmic pattern.
John just groaned in agreement, too turned on to try and compliment-break her. Momo and Rave slipped into John’s field of view, kissing the cheeks of the pretty little psycho as he mating pressed her on the floor of the oil wrestling pit. He was hugged from all available directions, covering him in a hot blanket of tits and ass. He could barely move. Only his hips were given the freedom to properly swing, making the masochistic sow under him squeal with ecstasy.
John hammered against Eliana’s plump thighs and puffy pussy. His field of view was unfocused, blurry, all of his senses dedicated to enjoying the bumps and folds that gripped him and the masturbating mass of women that helped keep him steady on this slippery ground. His hands glided over Eliana’s breasts, playing with the hard nipples that crowned the moderately sized mounds. Her neck sported the early signs of his choking grasp. He bowed down, covering her shoulders and tits in love bites and hickeys.
Eliana was spasming, grinning, giggling, screaming, letting him do everything he wanted to her. Momo’s hand trailed down her midriff, finding the short woman’s clit and rubbing it feverishly.
John came when the pretty little psycho started squirting. The contracting of her walls became a vice grip at the moment he no longer wanted to move anyway. He marked her insides with his seed, every spurt another restatement of his claim.
Barely had he pulled out of Eliana, that he was pushed to his side. Undine attempted to straddle him in his moment of confusion, aided by several of the women laughingly pinning his limbs down. With oil and strength, the Gamer managed to slip out one time, but they were quick to readjust and once Nathalia and Gnome were seated on his hands, what else could he do but resign to his fate and finger them?
A wry smirk sat on Undine’s face. Her white teeth parted, a steady moan, perfectly sun, leaving her lips as she sunk down. Visible through the dark blue slime of her abdomen, his cock went deeper and deeper into the goth slime’s tunnel. Her insides were slick and writhing, massaging him all over, her nature clear even in this diminished state.
“I will not make this easy for you,” Undine cooed.
“Good,” John answered with a smirk, then moaned when the slime lady’s cunt suddenly turned even more snug.
Undine glided up, moaning the entirety of the motion, then plopped down. Oil and her own, overabundant pussy juices limited the amount of friction to what was delightful. Undine utilized this with the grace of a belly dancer. Her hips swung in circles, then rocked back and forth in swift undulations.
Throughout it all, John was stuck, his body entirely at the mercy of his women. Aclysia and Ehtra kissed their way up and down his chest, while Lydia almost innocently played with his hair. On the bed, Lyndell and Fianna witnessed the ocean of debauchery with slowly returning strength, beginning to whisper commentary to each other.
John barely listened. He was entranced by the sway of Undine’s curves. Her hourglass ebbed and flowed like the waves on an idyllic shore. Always one to glisten, oiled up the antlered slime lady was practically shining. Her deep blue breasts jiggled and bounced, gentle or harshly depending on the speed she chose – and she chose to ramp.
Every movement came quicker than the last. Her artful dance on his cock was gradually replaced with the simple up and down of a woman chasing pleasure. John could do nothing but try to hold on while Undine tried to make him cum first.
Tried and failed, as John could just barely claim. The moment before his control slipped, the slime lady tilted her head back. The gorgeous trill of the songstress’ ecstasy filled the room. Spurts of white did the same with her womb, the incredible size of his load gathering in the chamber Undine had within her for this purpose alone.
‘It’s so satisfying to see my cum fill her up like that,’ John managed to think between little electric twitches. His cock continued to tense inside her, until every drop was gathered inside her.
Undine moved on jittery legs off his hips. John anticipated to be released, to reset the playing field. Instead, he found Siena’s lips hovering over his cock. The shadow spirit had assumed her human disguise. No horns, no tail, no claws, just a dark-skinned baddie with the flimsiest excuse for clothing sticking to her. The black micro bikini disappeared between the mouth-watering cheeks of her huge ass, which rose behind the head of the black-haired woman. The number 15 was written on her face, left of her dark lips.
John had no preference for any skin colour. There was a bit of a bend in his preferences towards the Asians, that was clear when one looked at his harem, but even that wasn’t particularly pronounced. That being said, he had always thought that something about dark complexions wore the lustre of oil that much better. Likely, it was the stark contrast between the glisten and the darkness of the skin that just… elevated it all so much more.
“I’ll treat myself,” Siena whispered, her voice as naughty as all the things they did in the night. From the depths of her throat to the swing of her wide hips, the midnight elemental was the embodiment of sinful sexuality.
Her soft lips were absolutely part of that. They did not touch John’s cock as she descended on it. Only when the tip touched the back of her throat did Siena close her lips around his shaft, sucking audibly as she glided back upwards. The lewd slurps were closely followed by her sadistic giggles.
John was giving her the delight of squirming. There was no need to fake it, he just had to let his natural reactions surface without being filtered through his discipline. The shadow spirit was among the greatest cocksuckers in a harem full of them – a fact made only that much hotter because she had once been too proud to ever perform any oral for a man. Now, she was bobbing her head for their mutual pleasure.
Much of her pleasure came from continuing to make him squirm though.
John groaned. It was, as ever, a tightrope to walk between letting Siena dominate him and being humiliated. No doubt there were darker parts of Siena that would have delighted in doing so. He could hardly blame her, given how much he liked to degrade certain members of his harem. The still brat-broken alchemist and technomancer getting used as pussy cleaners by the other haremettes made this clear. John just wasn’t a submissive, so he did not want to go there himself.
Siena knew and respected that. She also was going to push up to that boundary.
Determined to win that technically still going wrestling game, she continued to suck him off. Careful not to let him too deep into her sensitive throat, she moved up and down, her head swivelling in wild tosses and turns that only added to the delight of it all. Her tongue was working his sensitive spots with the accuracy only a longtime lover could have. One hand rolled his balls encouragingly, the other ran over the inside of his thigh, spreading pleasant prickles on his sensitive skin.
When he was just about to release, the shadow spirit suddenly stopped. With teasing slowness, she pressed her tits down on his cock. The sensitive underside was largely covered by her big breasts, pinned by their soft mass to his body. It only took her oil-slick valley gliding back and forth a few times for him to climax.
It was a waste of a load, for his cum to shoot on his own midriff. Not that it stayed there for long. “Lick it up,” Siena ordered. Aclysia and Ehtra obeyed, cleaning their Master’s cum up almost as quickly as it shot from his manhood. The two maids quivered in delight, making sure none of his seed remained on him when it so rightfully belonged inside them. “I win,” Siena purred.
“I suppose you do,” John admitted with a raised eyebrow. ‘And now?’ he wanted to ask. Nathalia prevented that. His fingers brought the dragoness to another climax and her enormous tits covered his face a second later. Instinctively, he caught one of her nipples, making the redhead scream.
Siena answered the question through action anyhow. He first felt then, when Nathalia pulled back, saw the shadow spirit straddle him. Thick ass facing him, the dark-skinned woman impaled herself on his cock in one swift descent. The impact made the jiggly ass flatten for a glorious, brief instant before they jiggled back into place.
John thrust up into her on reflex, his vocal cords straining and producing something guttural. Her human disguise did not reach the depths of her cunt. The undulating walls pulsed with a need to cum, little tendrils squirming, pushing all the right buttons. If succubi had holes less ecstatic than this, then they were obligated to relinquish the title of semen demons to Siena.
Who was riding him like a woman possessed. “Yes! Yes! Oh, that is a nice, thick cock… such a fantastic… oh YES!” Siena’s compliments got stuck in her throat. Her back was arched, her head thrown back, her ass and thighs in constant motion. By her victory, she was entitled to do whatever she pleased, but proper conduct drove her to finish this up as quickly as possible.
John was feeling dizzy, his last orgasm had barely faded and he was already at the edge of the next. He held on, clinging onto the pride that Siena was getting her own share of climaxes in what little time he managed to eke out before her hellishly heavenly cunt made self-control an impossibility.
Cum surged from his cock the second time within two minutes, splattering inside the shadow spirit. She continued circling her hips, despite her own quivers, slowing down gradually until they both had calmed down. Then, she relinquished the spot.
“Alright, get off him!” Salamander demanded.
John’s eyes snapped to the fire spirit. The number drawn on her left boob, 16, was proudly displayed. Like Siena, she had changed to her human disguise, the light brown of her skin tone reminding, like Nathalia, of a Latina.
“Get ready, stud,” Salamander warned him and assumed a ready pose. John smirked and mirrored the stance.
They clashed amidst women masturbating and scissoring. Salamander was, like Nathalia, tall and curvy. Even diminished, she had enough power in those abundant curves to put up quite a bit of resistance against a well-trained man. Alongside her bulk, Salamander also had experience – she and Nathalia oil-wrestled frequently. She knew how to make her slipperiness an advantage.
Alas, she was also a turned on, oiled up woman with huge, super sensitive tits.
During their clashes, John managed to take a hold of the micro bikini top. He yanked it down, the back snapping, removing even the pretence of clothing. Not a second later, he was fondling her enormous tits. They continued to glide around each other, but John always found a way to continue his teasing of his huge, dual targets. “Unfa-ah-ir!” Salamander complained.
“All is fair in love and war,” John declared. He would have twisted her nipple, had his fingers not been so slippery.
Salamander managed to take a firm hold of his cock. She was stroking him rapidly, trying to get him off before he could do the same to her with his now firm, squeezing grip on her melon-sized tits. Her pumps became slower, then stopped entirely. The soft hairs of her buzzcut met his shoulder. She resigned herself to the losing orgasm.
Eyelids fluttered, sweet moans left the violent woman, and John laughed in his victory. He did not wait for her orgasm to run its course, before manhandling her on her back. His hard dick smacked down in the valley of her tits. She squished them together immediately. Reflexively, she extended her tongue, part of her human disguise breaking as it extended until it could coil around the cock now sliding back and forth between her breasts.
“So fucking hot!” John moved rapidly. Salamander was made for titfucks even more than Nathalia was. The black, jagged Lorylim scars covered her like a full body tattoo, adding a wonderful symmetry to it all that ended at her heterochromatic eyes.
John kept fucking her tits, not even stopping when his balls tightened. Jets of cum spurted out between her tits, getting lost in the ocean of flesh or covering her face, all depending on where he was in his thrust. Salamander was trembling all over, the repeated climaxes of having her breasts used like that mingling with the cum-fuelled orgasm.
Immediately after he had pumped the last rope across Salamander’s face, John was tackled from the side. The silence of the attack made the identity of the attacker clear, more so than her white skin and thin, silvery markings did.
The surprise made the initial entanglement difficult. His opponent tried to use her natural advantages to win this combat. Wide hips and long legs could still lock a man in place using leverage.
John knew that was her goal, so he did not let it get to that. He slipped out, then managed to get behind her. From there, his weight did all of the work.
Nia’s golden hair was a sticky mess, the thin, fine strands glued together and to her skin by all of that oil. It made her a gorgeous mess, one that was prone beneath him. Face unmoving, eyes betraying a hint of arousal, she raised her butt for easier access. John took the challenge and slipped into her.
After the slime, the shadow succubus, and the infernal tits, the pussy of Nia was a wonderful reminder of the baseline of humanity. Tight folds, little bumps, and a woman that enjoyed a regular tempo. Well, a fast variant of a regular tempo, in line with John’s goal to fuck his way through the line-up at a reasonable pace.
The 17 had been written on Nia’s back, like the number of a football player’s tricot. Like the oil, the colour only stuck to her skin because she did not will against it. A hand placed on her back sends the mana of his existence through her anti-magical sensory system. Like other senses during times of intense arousal, this one could be hijacked.
Nia’s eyes rolled up. Her previously unmoving face became a gooey display of boundless bliss. She was gushing with every thrust. Over and over again, he sent her over the edge, until even her usual quiet was broken by a steady stream of perverted giggles. Quiet as they were, they were still as loud and gorgeous as a symphony to John’s ears.
John stared at the skinny woman’s shapely butt when he reached his limit. Another haremette’s tight pussy was filled with his seed. Another hole was left gaping and oozing thick white. Another cockdrunk woman was pulled into the sapphic orgy all around him, to be kissed, licked clean and made out with.
Lyndell and Fianna exchanged a glance now. They tested their feet, then remained at the edge of the bed when they found their thighs uncooperative.
