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The Gamer Chapter 1577 – Birthday John 1 – Morning and Plans
🕑 Added 2023-12-05 15:32:39 +0000 UTCJohn’s awakening on his birthday was fantastic thrice over.
For one, it was his first night properly back in his own bed. Last night had been more of a light nap, between their late return and his early continuation of work. The expansive construction that was his bed was just so incredibly comfortable, absurd as many would call it.
Second, he was not surrounded by his harem. Fun as giant cuddle piles could be, they did not make for the greatest sleeping arrangements. He rather enjoyed sharing the bed with all of his girls, but he also enjoyed not being on the border of overheating, between the weather and their warm bodies.
Third, he awoke to the sight of his first fiancée sitting on top of him.
Rave was as gorgeous as ever. That it was the first thing in the morning made no difference to her. She was as gorgeous as a supermodel after hours of carefully applied make-up – except she was all natural. There was nothing plastic to her, nothing fake about the fullness of her lips or their intense colour. She was everything women aspired to look like.
Her bright pink hair was dishevelled in a way that belied reason, cascading down to her upper back, over her slender shoulders, and to her medium-sized breasts. Her heart-shaped face was framed by the neon tide, its colour mirrored in the shifting glow that outlined the black, slit pupil in the middle of her blue eyes. Their almond shape was diminished by her mixed heritage, to a degree that unified the familiarity of John’s own heritage with the exoticness of her Japanese blood.
For all the blessings she had by the luck of her birth, it was Rave’s lifestyle that made her the perfect display of female beauty that she was. She was trained, keeping the fat on her body low and the muscles at an athletic degree that only created a few subtle definitions. She smiled, the honest smile of someone that had ended up in life somewhere they were happy and unstressed. Her taut skin was clean and evenly tanned.
“Morning, tiger,” the light of John’s life purred and lowered herself to his level. For some reason, she had decided to do that one day, almost two years ago, and kept doing it every day since.
‘I must be a convincingly good kisser,’ the Gamer considered when he received his first gentle lip bite of the day. Rave’s little fangs pressed into him, until their lips parted wider and allowed their tongues to venture. He let out a groan, when he felt a long lick on his erection. If he hadn’t had morning wood already, he definitely did now.
The tongue was accompanied by two different hands, angling his cock. A second groan accompanied the slippery sinking into Rave’s cunt. She met the sound with a prolonged moan, pushing her hips back all the while to impale herself as quickly as her tightness allowed. Once he was fully inside her, their making out was put on pause. “Happy birthday,” she hummed.
“It’s definitely starting happy,” John answered in a low voice. The sharp sound of his hands descending on her flawless ass interrupted the soft silence, as did Rave’s surprised cry and following giggle. He kneaded the squishy cheeks, while she wiggled on top of him. Three tongues were caressing his balls and where he was joined with his first fiancée. “Is this my present?” he asked, squeezing her bubble butt a little harder for emphasis.
Rave let out a purring hum. The vibrations from her throat were the fuel for John’s heartbeat. One of her cat ears flicked cutely. “Ya can have it if ya can guess who is behind me,” she offered.
“For the day or forever?” the Gamer asked.
“Does it make a difference?” she answered cheekily and went back to his lips. The walls of her pussy twitched around him when their mouths met again in greedy union. Her sweet scent of peppermint bubble gum made his cock tense similarly inside her.
John considered who he was dealing with. The centre was easiest, he would recognize the mixture of fervent worship and highly learned stimulation of his weak spots anywhere. Then there was the nearly entirely instinctual service to the left, intermingled by constantly needy breathing. Just licking a cock wasn’t enough for that one, she needed it rammed down her throat. The third was an odd mixture of impatience and utter devotion, the long and rapid licks clashing with the attention to detail.
“Aclysia, Eliana and Metra,” John whispered between kisses.
“Guess ya own my butt now,” Rave chuckled. “Whaddaya want me to do with it?”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” the Gamer groaned and let the scene continue. It was a gentle way to wake up. It was, technically, a fivesome but the motions remained so soft and the touches so gentle that it never reached any of the fever pitches commonly associated with orgies. There was just him, the love of his life, three of their haremettes, and the gradual rise of pleasure.
They came together. It was impossible to say if it was the sudden constricting of her folds that pushed him over the edge, if it was his cum filling her that pushed her over the edge, or if they actually just came at the exact same moment. Fact was that they did and that they continued to kiss even as their bodies trembled.
After a minute of further hugging, Rave straightened up. The trio of tongues retreated, his cock becoming fully hidden under her perfect ass. Aclysia, Eliana and Metra crawled around, taking only a moment to gulp down the water that removed any trace amounts of his precum from their lips and mouths. One of those things that he was touchy about and that they, even if many of them could not understand (or even found it entertainingly weird), respected.
John devoured the visual of his first fiancée sitting on him for a few more seconds. Her skin had tanned during their Mediterranean stay, to a notably brown degree that further emphasized Metra’s likeness to her. Still, the darkest part of her was the heart-shaped mark above her womb. “Did I ever tell you that all of you just letting me cum inside you all the time is not helping my growing need to breed?”
“Ya tots did.” Rave chuckled and stretched. One arm raised straight, the other holding onto that arm’s elbow, she showed off every bit of her nubile body that was just so wonderful. Halfway through stretching, she let out another laugh. What its reason was, a remembered joke or just general delight, John could only guess. He was too distracted by the way she circled her hips.
Then, he was distracted by Aclysia, Eliana and Metra descending on him. The trio shared kisses with him, sometimes on their own, sometimes as two, sometimes all three. It was a sloppy and intimate affair at times, at others it was just entirely loving. He held the trio close, embracing them as much as they did him and one another.
All of this only stopped when he came inside Rave a second time. This time, their orgasm was not unified. The feline Lightbearer had been moving with increasingly more need in her bounces, moaning ever louder, and John had met the pace by thrusting up into her. Two or three times, she climaxed, before he pumped a second load deep into her. Rave refused to be anything but fully impaled on his cock while it twitched inside her.
Rave kept spasming on top of him. She managed to remain upright, despite the shudders. Biting her lower lip, squeezing her tits, she was lost in her own world for a little while. Being lost included beholding him, though, the pink lustre in her eyes shaped into beating hearts.
Aclysia backed away first. Eliana and Metra followed. At that point, John became fully aware of his situation. He was surrounded, on all sides, by his many loves. They sat on the couches along the sides of the central sleeping place or lingered on the platforms that extended above said couches. Some even lay in the openings of the alcoves. Decoratively, enticingly, evenly, they had spread out to let his eyes wander over each of them as he looked around.
Aclysia in her pale, servantly grace. Nathalia, all proud and unapologetically erotic. Eliana, switching between confident smiles and blushing glances. Gnome, her fingertips pushed together. Salamander, enormous tits pushed out, grinning all the while. Undine, as calm as ever, humming a little melody. Sylph, jittering where she sat, eager to continue. Momo, looking up from her e-reader for long enough to present him a sincere smile. Lydia, in her lingerie, sitting legs crossed at the edge of one of the highest platforms. Nia, right next to her, staring from up above with her one eye, remembering to smile after a few seconds.
Siena lingered on a couch, her head on her wrist, grinning dangerously. Metra ran her hand over John’s chest, her tail wagging. Scarlett had her arms crossed, but stayed right where she was. Beatrice sat straight and patiently at the base of a pedestal. Lorelei went even lower, standing at attention at the foot of the bed, the chastity belt prominently covering her. Lee sassily punched Nightingale’s shoulder. The harpy chuckled and the two of them returned John’s roaming gaze in love.
Delicia was in her natural form, on all fours, ready to crawl over as soon as he called. Claire was eagerly prowling around, inspecting the scene from all angles. Lastly, Hailey sat up above, just waiting for her chance.
His harem was present and watched over him. Many touched themselves as they did. Just light masturbation, keeping themselves excited for when it was their turn. Those that did not were not lacking in being horny themselves. The bedroom was filled with the sweet scents of women in heat. Their bodies, almost all naked, the rest minimally clad, were on display in all their shapes and sizes. The unified theme of slender, with its spread from lithe to muscular, was clear and John loved every second of it. These were all his girls, after all, and he had certain preferences.
Rave pulled his attention back to her by circling her hips. The gyrations put the most oiled of machinery to shame in their smoothness. “Bad news or good news first, tiger?” the feline Lightbearer asked.
“Bad news,” John requested.
“Max and Lulu can’t make it.”
This was unsurprising, if disappointing. No celebration had been planned, courtesy of them not knowing if they would be home in time. Besides that, one had a wedding to plan and the other a country to rule. Lydia had made time, but Lydia had known she would make time for the entire year.
“The good news?” John probed.
“Ya ain’t leaving this room until noon.” Rave waved Eliana close. “And your dick’s gonna be exposed for three seconds at a time max.” With a deep moan, the feline Lightbearer rose from his cock. Her words held true, Eliana descending two seconds later.
It was looking to be a wonderful start to the day.
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Five hours into his birthday, and John finally got to sit at the breakfast table. Of course, he had been brought several snacks over the course of the bedroom stay, but that was neither here nor there.
Everyone in his harem was glowing. Not only did they give their best today, John had given them the best today so far as well. Between the sheer stress-eliminating capacity of good sex with long-term lovers and the frankly ridiculously beneficial effects that had been stacked onto his semen, they were just… glowing. There really was no better word for it.
There was a real difference in the air. John took it as a point of pride that he wasn’t the centre of the room at all times. He wanted to be a rock in the lives of his haremettes, a sturdy anchor that they could always rely on, not the sole focus of their every breath – unless they had independently chosen to put their lives into the service of him and the rest of the harem. When he was in a room with a multitude of his girls, he was often just one participant in the various conversations. Sexually, he found himself more focused on, for obvious reasons, but beyond that they were each their own people, entangled in this wonderful union by choice and desire.
The difference today was that he was the centre of all attention. Any and all side conversations between the girls were had only when he was being doted on by too many others to weigh in. Wherever he turned, there were other haremettes there to scratch him behind the ear, rub his shoulders, and just generally do anything the male fantasy could come up with. Under the table, Nightingale was treating his cock like it was her god. It was incredible.
It was also getting a bit much. After five hours of this, he was reaching a state he thought impossible: his pride was satisfied. They were at the threshold of what he could take in terms of being worshipped as the most important man in their lives and starting to crave any form of normalcy and banter. Too much of this, he knew, and he would turn into the kind of person he really did not want to be.
“Alrighty.” Rave clapped her hands just when John was about to bring this up. Either there was an agreed signal or the entire harem just knew what they were doing. Everyone backed off, save for Nightingale, who changed her venerating service to a more casual affair. A good compromise between stroking his ego and leaving him blue balled.
“What’s the plan?” John asked, sensing that they had already chosen something.
“Gonna be simple, ‘cause, ya know, little time,” Rave told him. “We drew lots and threw some dice to see who is gonna go with who and then ya gonna go with them. Later, we do the… fun stuff.”
John blinked a couple of times. He was pretty sure he got what she was saying, but still looked to Lydia for a more definitively worded explanation.
“There are 7 groups of 2 to 5 of us that will be with you for an hour at a time,” the queen obliged, shooting Rave a glare as if to say, ‘will you ever learn to put things properly?’ “Once all of the group dates have run their course, you are given an hour to yourself while we prepare for the orgy.”
“Ya spoiled the surprise, Lyly!” Rave complained.
“There is no surprise, everyone expected a repeat of last year,” Lydia answered matter-of-factly.
And she was absolutely right on that front.
Comments
Christian Krueger
feels weird. it has been a year, in-story, since the breaking down of Eliza and Thana started. AND a year since the last major "war" has occured (the battle with the Lake Alliance)and yet, SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED since then.
