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The Gamer Chapter 1627 – Raid and Adventures 22 – Considering
🕑 Added 2024-02-20 16:38:09 +0000 UTCJohn slept in on day seven.
He knew he had done so immediately after taking stock of the situation through the Mandala Sphere. The bed was almost empty, a great difference to the usual carpet of alluring bodies he found himself among. However, he had not slept so long that the majority of haremettes had actually left.
Nearly twenty gorgeous, nubile women were moving quietly past the foot of the bed, rummaging through the gargantuan closet a household of their size demanded. Whispering to each other in hushed tones, not to disturb the rest of the remaining few in the bed, they showed each other clothes and suggested one girl wore this thing or another.
Attitudes to the process varied wildly. Some engaged in the talk sarcastically, others playfully, yet more did it with a playful undertone to an otherwise serious endeavour, and a few were purely sincere. All partook, to some degree.
John found the scene deeply enticing. Beyond the obvious factor of watching his haremettes, in their many shapes and sizes, shuffle about, touch, and kiss each other, it was just interesting to see them do something so girly. Tomboys and personality types otherwise disinterested in many traditionally female activities were overrepresented in John’s harem, courtesy of his tastes and choice of lifestyle. Scenes like this were, therefore, a rare treat.
As for the few women that were still in bed with him, two of them were still asleep. Sylph and Eliana were hugging each other in their sleep, the two short women entangled like they were each other’s comfort plushie. Beyond them, there was the morning duty committee.
Aclysia and Beatrice flanked Claire. The trio of maids were doing their utmost to polish his cock with their tongues with all the same veneration that a zealot would put into cleaning an idol. The slow laps came to a short stop for all three of them to speak the words, “”Good morning, Master.”” Then, Claire wrapped her pink-red lips around the head of his shaft and glided down.
To this day, John was in awe at how much of a natural cock sucker the vampire maid was. Her wild nature was reined in, the veneration she had for him expressed through a slow and methodical bobbing of her head. Deeper and deeper, the short-haired woman took him, massaging all the sensitive spots as she went.
“Breakfast has been prepared,” Aclysia informed him, while the vampire maid served. “I’ve also taken the liberty to heat up a bath for you, Master.”
“Wonderful,” John gasped, his cock getting released from Claire’s lips at that second.
Aclysia smoothly took over. She was an entirely different type of oral service giver. All her skills were learned, acquired from clumsy beginnings after years of serving him with more than due diligence. Somewhat ironically, she did not manage to rein in her wilder instincts. Barely clinging onto grace, the black-horned woman took him into her throat in swift bobs. The tight, wet seal of her lips dragged up and down the length of his shaft with every repetition. She moaned loudly from tasting him. Her orderly ponytail swayed.
“Analysis: above average shifting was noticed during the night. A prolonged morning orgy is suggested,” Beatrice stated.
John hummed deeply and considered whether he had the time. The answer was an instinctive yes and a reasoned yes followed a moment later. “Light fun before breakfast, then a break, then the proper orgy,” he decided.
“Affirmative,” the passive maid answered, approval swinging in her voice. Her mouth was then put to the same use as the two before her.
Beatrice was so similar yet so different in her style. Like Aclysia, she lacked any natural gifts in the department of oral pleasuring, but more than made up for it via enthusiastic learning. Unlike Aclysia, she put that knowledge to use via an analytical application. Where Aclysia bobbed up and down at a swift pace, using long and deep motions, Beatrice moved rhythmically. John could always predict where her tongue would push or swirl next and it always felt fantastic.
“I think you should take the day off, Master,” Claire suggested. “Lee has been struggling a bit with keeping the Intermediary Barrier open, and between the Lu Zhi and Raid fights, stress has been mounting across all parties. It would be wise to relax. It would be wise to linger. It would be wise to fill your every haremette’s every hole with your seed.”
That was a bigger ask and one John could not answer immediately. His morning wood was twitching with the need to release and so only a simple order was in his mind. “Get on top of me, Claire.”
Cock swiftly popping out of Beatrice’s mouth, the maid with the fashionably messy ponytail held his manhood steady while Claire rapidly mounted him. The lithe vampire presented him with her pale, fat ass and screamed with unrestrained bliss when she rammed it into her ready hole.
John watched her eyes roll up through the elevated position of the Mandala Sphere. The vampire maid was every bit as horny as he was in the morning. Rising and falling at a swift pace, she made her abundant cheeks jiggle. All of his maids were so tremendously well endowed in their downstairs – it was one of the many dreams that a butt enthusiast such as himself had never dared to think would come true, yet here he was. He gave the rippling, colourless spheres a sharply echoing smack.
Plunging down, gasping in pain and pleasure, Claire remained in place and let the spasming grip of her orgasmic folds do the rest. John pumped the first load of the day deep into her. The vampire maid threw her head back. Her exclamations of lust turned silent. Her butt swayed in tiny circles, massaging every drop he had out of his manhood.
The morning progressed as expected from there. John had his fun with the maids and with several of the girls who decided trying clothes on was stupid when they would spend the next couple of hours naked anyway. First a bath, then breakfast, and then they were at a morning gathering. Ehtra had made her way back into the house at some point, leaning against the wall next to the doorframe, eyes closed.
Under the table, John was getting serviced by Delicia, but that was neither here nor there.
“After suggestion by Claire and careful consideration, I have decided to take today off,” he announced. The words were met with some surprise, so he went into detail, “My goal for this grinding session was to, optimally, get enough levels to get Negotiator and Martial Artist to Class Level 10, thus finishing up the Astria Administration Quest. As of this moment, I am 2 Class Levels away from that. Defeating Lulu,” he gestured at the imperial tomboy, “will reward me with 5 Level Ups and 1 Max Class Level at a minimum. In other words, we can finish this up whenever.”
“Do I dare suggest it won’t be that easy?” the Heavenly Jade Empress hummed and looked around.
Their latest progress in the gradual upping of pressure, using whichever combatants weren’t in the Raid at the time, was to push Lulu to using all but whatever Babel Phrase she was still hiding and that was ‘just’ with six combatants. The Heavenly Jade Empress was powerful, no doubt, but it was no overstatement to say that, as a coherent group, John Newman’s harem was the single most powerful organization of its size on the planet. That they all scaled with his level through varying means made this a matter of certainty.
That Lulu was capable of fighting even six of the haremettes off was due to the dual factors of the elementals being individuals weaker than true Abyssals of their level and the empress’ particular skill set being tremendously effective at direct engagements like that. John had since worked out a few effective ways to fight her based on observed weaknesses. Easiest would have been if he had access to someone who specialized in poisons, as that would have hard-countered Lulu. The Black Ice was already a tremendous threat to her and it was a fairly forgiving over time effect.
‘Another kind of Artificial Spirit to add, if I ever want more,’ John thought. ‘Poisoning or a similar damage over time effect is basically the only thing that I’m missing now…’
“We’re going on an expedition!” Momo declared.
“Huh?” John asked.
“I need to drag you off to somewhere you cannot possibly find another woman to add to this harem, so we’re going on an expedition when we have the time… Ehtra, when do we have time?” The explorer turned her head to the grey angel.
Ehtra softly tilted her head, then opened up one of her eyes. “How long are we planning for this expedition?”
“A month,” Momo declared.
“A month?” John asked, blinking several times.
“Neither of you have urgent meetings in September and your ‘birthday’ is on August 31st,” Ehtra stated quickly. “If you want to spend the next month, that one would be optimal.”
“There. We’re doing that in September…?” Momo’s tone turned the statement into a question.
“Do you already have somewhere picked out?” John asked.
Scarlett whistled, getting everyone’s attention. “I don’t need to be here for you two planning out an archaeology stint. I have R’n’D to do.” The redhead rolled her shoulders. “Are you all taking the day off or not?”
“I’d honestly appreciate it,” Rave said. “Getting slapped around by Lulu in one field and the Raid enemies in the other is kinda tiring. What about ya?” The first haremette turned her gaze to Nightingale, prompting the lady of the night to voice her own opinion.
“As you say, my matriarch,” she agreed. “Stress of this level could be endured for many more days or weeks. Entertaining, however, it is not.”
John looked around to find any dissenting opinions. “Lydia?” he asked, the queen lost in thought.
Shaking her head, the copper-haired woman waved off. “I contemplated the value of forging ahead. We only have three days remaining. However, three days means we, at absolute best, finish another Raid Segment and your description of the Hellboar’s words indicates at least two more. Pushing ourselves will give no outsized rewards for time allocated.”
“And I honestly would appreciate it if I did not have to keep the Intermediary Barriers supported,” Lee confessed. “Gaia is making it easier, but keeping her attached to this is still kind of hard, so I’d like it if I didn’t have to do the double lifting…”
“Then it is official, we’re taking today off.” John knocked twice on the table. “Now, before you all disperse…” He snapped his fingers. “Everyone, be honest, are you horny?”
They definitely were after that question.
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It was noon by the time the orgy ended properly. Noon in the 24 hour schedule they forced on their stretched out time, anyway. In real terms, it was about 6:30 AM.
Everyone was taking a breather, except for the workaholics. Ehtra and Hailey continued their research on reinforced artifice and magical ammunition, Metra tagging along to spend time with her sister. For all their differences, the First of Hatred and Wrath could certainly bond over a love for explosives. Lydia was taking the time to go through what messages her own ministers had sent her during the one day absence. Delicia was in her lab.
Other haremettes were scattered about in various manners of private relaxation. Lee had been pulled aside by Claire for some questions regarding Pen and Paper. Most of the elementals had retreated to play a boardgame among themselves. Eliana had been locked away in a compromising position in a warm, dark room, with a block of ice in front of her that contained the key to the shackles that kept her on the Sybian. The maids were doing maid things.
John was currently down to himself and himself only. Now that the orgy was over and he no longer needed three dicks to keep up with the demand, he decided to keep it to one stream of consciousness for the time being. Besides, the discussion before him was interesting enough.
With him were Momo, of course, Lorelei, Rave, Lydia, Lulu, and, against her statement over breakfast, Scarlett. “What happened to R’n’D?” the Gamer prodded.
“I had a short exchange with Momo while you were turning Lydia’s asshole into your personal ball pit.”
“That sounds like I… never mind, I don’t even want to joke about that, continue.”
“I think this is worth my fucking while, is the short answer.”
“Alright… and you two are here, because…?” The Gamer turned to the queen and the empress also on the couch.
“I conversed with Momo while you wrung Scarlett’s neck like a rag.”
“I wasn’t that rough…”
“It is a simile, not a statement of fact,” Lydia answered drily. “In any case, I would like to be informed about further absurd findings she might make.”
“I didn’t have any fun talks while someone else was getting their insides rearranged,” Lulu added with a playful pout. “I just wanted to hear about this out of curiosity.” A new folding fan in hand, she hid her lower face from view. “Beyond that, we do believe we are entitled to be introduced to some secret machinations in turn for how forthcoming we were.”
“I don’t mind, I think,” John said and looked at Momo. “How secret is any of what we are about to discuss?” He knew nothing about this. When she had blurted out the idea this morning, he thought she was just coming up with something to actually distract him from potential harem expansions. Now, he was getting the feeling that this was an actual bigger thing.
That was for three reasons. For one, Lorelei was there, and the seer wouldn’t have attended a meeting regarding an archaeological expedition if Momo did not have any advice to seek from her. Second, Momo had been lamenting her lack of archaeological activities for months. Ever since she had returned, John had been keeping her busy with internal issues as his chancellor. No doubt, she had picked out a number of locations to investigate when she had the time.
Thirdly, Momo sat there quietly. Quietly, arms crossed, eyes closed, and a smug little smile on her adorable face. That was the expression of a woman whose brilliance was unquestionable and who actually did deserve to brag as much as she wanted. She also deserved to be teased for it, mostly because she liked it when he did that.
John knew when to read a room though. Placing a little kiss on the proud fairy, he whispered, “We’re ready for the big surprise when you’re ready to share it.”
Momo sat a little straighter, smiled a little brighter, let her eyes open just a sliver and then crossed her legs. For how introverted she used to be (and sometimes still was), she sure loved to tease those she cared about. Just another part of her that made his Momo such an adorable being worthy of cherishing.
Dramatically, four of her copies entered the room. Between them, they carried a thick, rolled-up mat. They placed it on the end of the long coffee table that the present people were crowded around and carefully unrolled it. It was a rubbery material, clearly new. Etched into the surface was a map, copied from a much older source, with all of the markers of ancient craft and the losses of time.
The dimensions were off, the lay of the land not entirely accurate, whether that was due to the lack of intel of the age or the shifting of landmasses over a long enough time, but John recognized the Yucatan Peninsula swiftly.
“’It was in the last days of the old empire, that the sun vanished for a day of terror. The fields were soaked in red and the monster ran free. The fields were soaked in red and the monsters avoided us. The gods died. The end of days was tomorrow. The sun returned, summoned by the blood spilled. The gods died…’”
Momo took a pause in her ominous recital. Her white eyes drifted over the eagerly awaiting crowd.
“’The gods died… and so we made our own.’”
Comments
Christian Krueger
That sounded ominous at the end there.
Charles Bell IV
Oooh this sounds interesting
