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The Gamer Chapter 1635 – The Days After
🕑 Added 2024-03-02 16:44:34 +0000 UTCIn the next few days, John’s thoughts circled repeatedly around that talk.
Specifically what Lydia had said kept on popping up: ‘You should begin considering yourself a man that has a harem and stop thinking of yourself as a man building one. That part of your life is coming to its end.’
Those words hit the nail on the head. The times were changing. The times had always been changing since he had first gotten his powers. First he had needed to seduce his women, being a nobody with an interesting power and at this he had been… moderately successful. Rave was the stand-out there, but John wouldn’t give himself too much credit for Aclysia and the elemental girls. They had their free choice to reject him, of course, but it would have been disingenuous to say starting a relationship with a woman that could not leave his side without breaking a contract was as difficult as wooing an actual woman.
Nathalia, Lydia, and Eliana all fell into that time of his life as well – as did Momo, although she chose to take her leave back then. He had needed to work to make these relationships work. Nathalia had still been sleeping around right up until he met her again in Cologne, Lydia was a princess that initially just used him for stress relief, and Eliana had issues… lots of issues. Same could be said for Siena.
Then he returned to America and things shifted around. Nia stuck with him, although it took a long while until she said the L-word. Beatrice was the last case of a regular familiar joining his harem. Scarlett was the first case of a woman seeking him out, although she did so with the purpose of using him for mutual gain, not to seduce or be seduced by him.
That was effectively what marked that period of his harem life.
Lorelei, Nightingale, Claire and Delicia were all women that he happened to just come across while he expanded his power and influence. At this point, he had so much to offer that they all became interested in their own right, making his efforts to make them his haremettes that much easier.
Lee also fell in the timeframe, but she fit more with recent additions to the harem, along with Hailey and Ehtra. Hailey less than the other two, he had seduced them less through a specific effort to do so and just by being himself. By this point, he was so rich, powerful, and good looking, that he naturally attracted female attention. Just a fundamental fact of biology.
Arguments could be made that one woman or another belonged more in this category or another and John would have readily agreed to most of them. What was important here wasn’t that he thought he could neatly put the convoluted reality of life into phases. He was simply looking back at what his life had been and identified the gradual change.
He had been a skirt chaser and gradually became the one approached. Between his 18th and 20th birthday, his popularity with the other sex had inverted to the point that he now had to reject a vast amount of offers on a practically daily basis. He had enough wisdom to not take any of them, especially since they had agreed on the harem-internal restriction, but that did not change the fact that John was still, in some sense, looking. Whenever a woman he truly wanted in his life made herself known, caution went out the window.
This had been particularly egregious recently. Saving Hailey from the kidnappers had been a fortunate side effect of him just wanting a country gal in his harem. Greed had flicked on, he had asked Lorelei, and he had just done it. There was just as little a reason that he had seduced Hailey after saving her as there was for him hoping Ehtra would take a hot form. If she had been a hideous woman, or just plain asexual in ‘equipment’, then there would have been no chance for them to develop as they had.
Did he not have enough?
‘Yes,’ said the reasonable mind. ‘Yes, about twenty times over, yes you have enough.’
‘NO!’ shouted the monkey brain. ‘More butts in my face right now!’
Unsophisticated as that was, John was both. He was thankful and he was greedy and he knew which side should ultimately win. His harem had, even if not unilaterally, put their collective foot down. He had to stop adding haremettes because he just… wanted to. He actually had to start being disciplined. Going out there, saying he was looking for a certain kind of woman and then searching until he found one that both fit the description and was the kind of personality that fit in with his harem just did not fly anymore.
This was the beginning of a transitionary period. John wasn’t even going to pretend he wouldn’t fall victim to his behaviour at least one more time. Neither was he going to deny he wasn’t going to try to reach that 30 women limit that the harem seemed to have agreed on. Whether he succeeded was beside the point. Optimally, he did not – or at least he did not in the near future. Fact was that his worse instincts would make him try.
His women knew that. They had given him the warning now because he was in the grace period. Which meant John had to start schooling himself in restraint from now on.
These and related thoughts filled his mind during the week that led up to the next big event.
“Do we really need no luggage?” Lorelei asked.
“What for?” John asked.
The group was walking through the large hall in which their aircraft, the Wings of Duty, was parked. A local teleporter had taken them there and boarding the semi-magical vessel was easy enough.
“We’re arriving in a hotel on wings,” John expanded on his answer. “And Max has already assured me he’ll have a piece of land for lease for me.”
“It nevertheless feels odd to travel this… lightly,” Lorelei stated.
“Ya think that’s odd, I’m still getting over the fact that Max is getting married!” Rave stated. “To a woman no less!”
“Will you ever stop making jokes about me and Max being gay for each other?”
“Will you ever stop looking at my butt?”
John let out a long sigh and climbed the stairs. At least the sight before him was nice and juicy. So juicy, in fact, that he entirely forgot to listen to anything else that was said. “What was that?” he asked, with notable delay.
“Ya better don’t forget the plan, I said,” Rave told him.
“Stick to the west side, I got it,” John assured.
Inside the plane, Aclysia and Beatrice went left, the rest of the harem went right, spreading themselves across the various facilities the flying hotel offered. John took a particularly fancy seat in the living room of the inbuilt apartment of the plane. “Master sits on the blowjob throne!” Claire declared and immediately fell to her knees in front of him.
Had John been aware that this was a thing? No. Had he just grabbed the most fancy chair around because that was what his ego told him? Yes. Was he going to stop Claire? Absolutely not. “Is this actually the ‘blowjob throne’ or did you just make that up?”
“Who’s to tell?” the obsessed maid cooed. She opened her mouth wide, lingered mid-motion for long enough to let him see her fangs, then took his entire cock into her throat in one motion.
“God, you’re such a good girl,” he groaned.
“More like a perverted creature,” Ehtra growled, sitting down at the table near the ornate ‘blowjob throne’. “What did I get myself involved with? Every time I look somewhere, there’s someone attached to your cock… or cocks.”
“Are you still acting like that is a surprise?” Undine asked in her cool tone.
“Ignorance is a bad look, you know?” Salamander cackled. “Chess, ‘Dine?”
“I would be much obliged.”
Somewhere else in the plane, Rave connected to the music control. Electronic beats drummed out of the shared speaker system, reducing to a barely audible background beat when Aclysia’s voice came through instead, “Master and fellow haremettes, we will now leave the hall. Please assure my John… our John is cared for. Maid outfits are provided in the bedroom, should Ehtra not do her job.”
A click and the beat returned in full volume.
“Well?” John asked the sneering maid. “Are you going to do your job?”
“What would that entail?” she asked, with a glance at Claire. The vampire was gliding up and down, using her tongue to worship every sensitive spot in reach. Loud slurping sounds were as much a consequence of the tightness of her lips as they were deliberately loud. Her Master liked his erotic sounds audible and unashamed.
John contemplated giving her a lewd order, but it didn’t feel like she was in the mood. The training of Ehtra had been an interesting development these past three days. She was every bit as masochistic and submissive as Eliana, a full 10 out of 10 on both scores, but her switch wasn’t as readily flipped. Whereas the pretty little psycho was ready to turn into her slavish self at the click of his tongue, Ehtra kept herself in check until either she or he really wanted it. Sometimes, John felt, she denied him just to prove to herself that she could.
“Can you get me a glass of water?” he asked.
“…A glass of water?” Ehtra asked and shook her head. Arms crossed, she walked towards the door that connected to the dining room and the open kitchen in it. “Sending me to get a glass of water… I’m Lady fucking Vengeance…” she muttered, disdainfully.
‘And yet she is swinging her ass as she walks away,’ John thought. He recognized the sashay of an Aclysia-schooled maid anywhere. The emphasis on the ass was unmistakable.
Salamander and Undine set up the chessboard and began playing. His eyes turned to a nearby bit of shadow, stretching from the wall to his chair, before rising as the horned form of his shadow spirit behind Claire. “Put your throat into it,” Siena whispered, grabbed the back of Claire’s head and shoved her down like a cocksleeve.
The submissive vampire moaned around his dick, getting used like this, and John groaned, because the sight was as enticing as ever. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the reality of Claire getting dragged and pushed along the length of his manhood. “Your water,” the annoyed voice of Ehtra reached him, just as the cold glass pressed against his neck. He jumped. The sneering maid chuckled. Her feathers rustled a bit in delight.
“You can be surprisingly childish with me,” John noted.
“I return as I am given,” Ehtra stated. “In all things.”
“I love you.”
The grey angel was taken aback by the utterly sincere three words. John held back his smile, while Ehtra turned into a stammering blushing mess. He had her trapped between confessing and being a liar and Ehtra hated being a liar. “Ii—i-i-I l—ove you… too! I love you too! There!” With those words she turned away and stomped off to somewhere else on the ship.
“We’ll be in the air a while, so feel free to lose the clothes!” John shouted after her.
The door closed behind her and John came down Siena’s throat. The shadow spirit had pulled the vampire off his cock at the very last moment and replaced her lips with her own. “You bitch!” Claire exclaimed, clearly holding back only because Siena had the Gamer’s cock between her teeth – not that John felt them.
“Payment for my services,” Siena answered evenly.
“Next load is all yours,” John promised the growling crazy. Her mood swung immediately, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and she lost herself in the joy of servitude. “I’ll let you get away with that one time,” he warned Siena. “Stealing loads from Claire of all girls, I thought you’d know better than that.”
The ever mischievous midnight elemental waved off. “I wanted to tell you to go see Tecta.”
“…I mean, I guess I should do that soon,” John admitted.
The Mother of Earth was the last of the elementals that was supposed to give him a Quest to upgrade Gnome to Tier 5.5. Initially, just waiting for it had been reasonable, but between how much time had elapsed and the fact that Gnome came after her spiritual originator, personality wise…
“Best check whether the greatest of all cuddle rocks is just too fucking shy to send you a message,” Salamander chimed in, then shouted, “Why the fuck is your rook there?!”
“He-heeeee,” Undine let out a victorious little laugh.
“Wow, that sounded fucking creepy.”
“Spoken like a woman without a queen.” A tendril parted from Undine’s hair and moved her knight. The impatient fire spirit threw her hands in the air.
A little click announced Aclysia’s voice. “We are now readying for lift-off. Please stay relaxed. The enchantments will assure your comfort.”
“She sure does like being a pilot,” John commented.
“Quite so,” Siena agreed and turned away. “That is all I wanted to share. Have fun on the blowjob throne.”
“So, this is actually a thing?” John asked, turning his head to watch Siena leave. The tip of her tail brushed over his cheek in parting. He turned to Salamander and Undine. “Is it actually a thing?”
“”Yes,”” the two answered, one calm, the other frustrated beyond belief.
“What if I… no… but… no… shit!” Salamander looked at the board from different angles.
“Next round we play with a timer. That will give you a chance.”
“Much obliged.” Salamander scratched her head.
The back and forth between the red and blue elemental continued, while John relaxed on his blowjob throne. Putting his mind off the messiness of his harem situation (the good kind of messy, for now), he instead focused on the coming days.
He was actually heading to a wedding. Thinking about it, the fact that he was heading to a friend’s wedding as the best man felt somehow weirder than the fact that he was going to the wedding of a European monarch.
The wedding would begin this time next week. The ceremony would span over the weekend, with Saturday being the official start of the venue and Sunday holding the actual exchange of vows. John was arriving a week early for two reasons. One was that there was plenty of meeting and exchanging with people before the official start of the venue, and the other that he had a duty to take Maximillian out to his bachelor’s night. Everything was organized already to that end.
With John was his entire harem, safe for Nathalia, Nightingale, and Eliana. The three goddesses had stayed behind on Fusion territory as per usual to be an immediate response to any threat that suddenly popped up. Once they were on the ground, Maximillian would give John a land lease and he would be able to put up the teleporter.
Those things did wonders for his paranoia.
Ehtra strutted back in the room, swaying her hips, naked tits bouncing. “I decided I wanted to get the bothersome cloth off my skin!” she stated. John just smiled at her and ran his hand over Claire’s head. It looked as if the switch was going to flip, but the disdainful maid retained her sneer. “Sometimes I just want to pluck your eyes out and-“
“Ehtra.”
The grey angel instantly became rigid and glanced over her shoulder. Aclysia stood, the sweetest smile on her pink lips, behind her.
“You are blocking my path to Master. Step aside.”
“Yes, head maid,” the First of Hatred obeyed hastily.
John just found it fascinating to follow. By this point, he had to assume that Aclysia had some kind of psychological instinct that was as enigmatic as Rave’s mindreading. It bordered on unrealistic just how much everyone respected the head of the housekeepers. John was 90% certain her anger was more feared than his.
Perhaps for good reason.
“And mind your tone,” Aclysia added, as she passed Ehtra by. “You’re one of us now. Your behaviour may be endearing, but there is a limit.”
“I don’t mind,” John assured. “I know she’s just bad at showing affection.”
“I’m in the room,” the First of Hatred growled.
John was too busy receiving a kiss from his first maid to respond to Lady Vengeance’s annoyance. One maid was tending to his tongue, the other to his dick. It truly was heaven. “How do you appreciate the blowjob throne?” she whispered.
“I stumbled over it by accident. So far, I’m quite pleased. Your idea?” She shook her head. “Delicia’s?” She nodded. “I guess ‘service throne’ did not have quite the correct ring?”
“It did not, but assume that we will cater to your every whim while you are seated here.”
“As opposed to the rest of the time,” Ehtra remarked.
“As is appropriate,” Aclysia straightened back up. “Now, Ehtra, I would request you come with me… Undine, could you take over for Claire once she had her taste of Master? I need to gather the maids for positional exercises.”
“Proper positioning in relation to our Master?” Ehtra asked, purely out of curiosity. When she received a nod, she nodded back. “As is proper. Servants ought to know rank and file.”
Aclysia softly laughed. “Always good to hear the making of a maid under that abrasive surface.”
And the flight went on.
Comments
Askance
fact that Gnome *took* after her spiritual originator, personality wise
Christian Krueger
good lord. this was somehow fluffy yet not at the same time. and i love it
