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The Gamer Chapter 1260 – Spending Time
🕑 Added 2022-07-30 20:05:20 +0000 UTCJohn’s primary issue with titjobs was that the general smoothness of breasts and the lack of proper pressure made it difficult to get that pleasurable level of friction out of it. That drawback was almost entirely removed when one had access to a monster girl of the absurdly long-tongued variety.
On her knees in front of him, Nathalia’s agape mouth let her tongue slither down into her cleavage. Her breasts were sticky and glistened now not from oil but from a mixture of (pre)cum and saliva. Sandwiched between them was the Gamer’s cock, the reddish pink tongue of the dragoness coiled around it. The constricting muscle added exactly what John was missing, while the gaps between the spiral still let him experience the mushy goodness of her enormous tits.
Even with the surface stimulated directly by his cock reduced, it was still clear who was enjoying this more between the two of them.
Nathalia’s shaking of her breasts ceased for a moment as her fifth orgasm of this round made her halt. Cum dripped from her chin and onto her cleavage. They had been at this for a while and she was covered in a debauched sheen. Metra was next to them, passed out. John had taken a short break and double-penetrated her with Master Stud. That had gotten her past even her broken limit. At the end of a final orgasm, she had collapsed. It was fortunate the Couch was self-repairing as well, the wolf girl had ripped open the covers in her bliss.
Absent-mindedly, John fondled the ass of the comatose sex slave. Moments later, he came again. Rather than make herself even messier, Nathalia took his cock into her mouth and gulped down his semen with climactic glee. The last bit of the load, as was proper, she presented before swallowing. “Who would have believed that I would grow even hornier courtesy of your influence?”
“I call it the Newman Effect,” John responded jokingly, tapping Metra’s ass soft enough that she wouldn’t wake up from it. “Every woman that joins my harem ends up more powerful, beautiful, hornier and sexually submissive.”
“You do have persuasive arguments for taking the lead. I do not mind playing along most of the time.” Nathalia gave his cock a long, venerating lick base to tip.
“At this point I think I just have gotten so good at picking up clues about what women are sexually compatible with me that I subconsciously filter for those I want in the bedroom.” The Gamer grabbed one of Nathalia’s horns and pulled her slightly to the side. She got the message and showered his shaft in kisses. “Maybe, whenever I rapidly fall in love with a gorgeous girl, that’s my high Wisdom immediately telling me that it will work with that one.”
“Do you not fall in love with everything that is gorgeous and desires you?”
“Well, no, then I would be banging twenty different women a day… twenty more different women a day, I mean,” John had to quickly correct himself, as the size of his harem, including Nightingale and Delicia as theoretical members, was exactly twenty. “Point is, the Abyss is full of gorgeous women and many of those that are single want me. Kind of comes with the station.”
John raised his head. While he had said that, the door had opened and Nia walked in. She gave the door a casual pull with her foot. Enough to make it fall shut behind her, while she suddenly stood to his left.
The pariah stood and stared, her face shifting into an expression of mild interest after some delay. Chuckling, John guessed she had to remind herself to get her face to move. At least the expression itself was natural enough, even if it was still difficult to guess the actual depth of any displayed emotion.
To show off, Nathalia cupped her tits and wrapped them around John’s shaft again. “Wow,” Nia said, respect swinging in her voice.
“’Wow’ is only acceptable when beholding me due to how emotionally stunted you are.”
“Be nice, Nat,” John said, a chuckle under his words. Nia did not mind insults like that. If she had, she and Eliana would have gotten into a fight a long time ago, considering what nastiness the pretty little psycho hurled at the ‘creepy, pale blonde bitch’ in particular. “What do you think of the Newman Effect, by the way?” John asked, then swiftly explained what he meant by that.
“It is true,” Nia stated and raised one leg. As she put her foot on the Couch, her white dress disappeared, leaving all of her exposed. Like an animatronic, she made a stilted gesture towards her thighs. “I have thighs now.”
“Thighs worth the name at last,” John said and reached over to take a nice grip of her slender leg. The work she had put in to improve her thin body had certainly paid off. By genetics alone, she would never be truly thick or have that nice bubble butt. Her cute little apple bottom and lean physique were still pleasing in their own right. Not optimal to John’s preferences, but she didn’t have to be. That Nia was Nia was enough to make her attractive even if she had been average looking.
In the middle of him kneading the relaxed muscle, Nia suddenly rambled in a well-spoken and quick manner: “Do you think about how interesting it is that men get less attracted to women with many partners but a man with a partner gets more attractive to a woman?”
“Well, I don’t think that’s a one-way street. Plenty of guys think about ‘stealing’ a woman out of a relationship.” John considered the hypothesis beyond that initial weakness. “Probably just a manifestation of biology. If a woman has many partners, the chance of any kid she has being yours is lower. If a man has a permanent partner already, that shows he can put the necessary work in to provide, so it’s less risky to get tangled up with him. Not sure if women are generally more attracted to men who have several, especially temporary, partners.” He looked at, or tried to look at, his manhood hidden between two fantastic funbags. “I haven’t had a reason to look at dating statistics in quite a while.”
Nia half knelt on the couch and kissed John. For twenty seconds, the only sounds in the room were that of the shaking breasts and their smacking lips. Then the blonde suddenly pulled back. “I find you very attractive, darling.”
“Well, I can obviously provide for all of you.” John grinned, then made a sour expression. “Was about to say in every regard, but it’s really hard to give all of you the deserved attention with just one body.”
Nia tilted her head and stared. Light blue, her eyes could have been called icy. John found them to be as deep and fascinating as a kaleidoscope. “I’m fine with obeying my biological instincts.”
“Generally, not the worst idea, they propagated your genes up to this point,” John stated.
Down by his crotch, Nathalia clicked her tongue. “How much more dull can your conversation get?”
“Do you not like the topic because it is dull or because you have been behaving opposite of biologically beneficial behaviour for ten millennia?” Nia asked, calmly.
“I have no care for mortal standards, only for that of my mate.”
Nia contemplated that answer for a little bit, then nodded. “How is your company doing?”
That was a complete non-sequitur, but Nia’s mind usually worked in enigmatic ways. “’My’ company is just an advice firm.”
“Wait, what?” John blinked several times, while scanning through his mental archive. The benefit of a perfect memory and rapid, parallel thought capacity was that he had the entirety of Fusion’s laws stored and could access it at a moment’s notice. “Why would you do that? There’s no tax loophole for that, I made sure of it.”
“It was easier to transfer holdings into my possession that way. Some actions are taken because it is easier, not to prevent Fusion from collecting its fair share.”
“Never let Scarlett hear that you describe taxes that way.”
Nathalia mockingly blew air out of her nose. “Business is a past-time for me. Whether the wealth enters my hoard or yours, in the end it’s all accessible to me anyway.” The redhead glanced at Nia, then seemed to decide something. “Continue pleasing our beloved, Nia, I need to freshen up and be presentable for the adoration of our equals.”
“You are always presentable,” Nia assured and rubbed the dragoness’ horns. Leaning towards her slightly, Nathalia made it easier for the blonde to continue the motion. “I love you, scary powerful dragon goddess.”
“Likewise,” the Fire of Destruction responded. Disengaging, she rose to her feet. Walking by Metra, she slowed momentarily, then shook her head and continued. It appeared she had elected to let the knocked-out woman have her rest, rather than throw her in a bathtub like John had done with Eliana earlier.
‘Maybe I should get some kind of sobering-up tubs specifically for post-breaking recovery,’ John considered. ‘I have the spa-‘
His thoughts were eliminated by a spiking headache. Nia’s form next to him distorted and broke apart, like a popular effect in sci-fi horror games. For a moment, John saw blue butterflies scatter out of her scattered out chunks, and heard the angry scream of… something borderline human drill through his teeth into his eardrum.
Just as suddenly as all of that had happened, it was over. Nia stood in the kitchen, hugging something. Inexplicably, one of the smartphones on the counter dropped down. “What just happened?” John asked.
Nia teleported to the smartphone and put it back where it should have been. “I tried being in two places at the same time,” she explained. “Reality didn’t like that. We had to hug it out.”
Clenching his eyelids shut a few times, John tried to clear the feeling behind his eyes. The pain was gone. What remained was a sensation like a cotton ball being glued to the back of his oculars. “Why did you try that?”
“Cuddles or blowjob?”
“I mean, my choice is clear,” John responded, very much still in the mood. “Blowjob,” he spelled it out for her when there were a few seconds of silence. Nia immediately appeared, already on her knees in front of him.
“Mine wasn’t, darling.” She gave the tip of his dick a smooch. “I like both.”
“There’s a whole different middle ground,” John told her and grabbed her by the arm. “Can’t believe you talk about biology with me, and then go for oral over the traditional way.”
An immediate response: “Lydia said, and I quote, ‘It may have occurred that John has been teased with impregnation excessively this morning; to curb excess, alternatives may be wise’.”
“…That was a remarkably good impression.”
“I learned to display emotions by watching you.” Nia wore an elegant little smile. “Hug me?” That was not a question that needed asking. John gave the blonde a deep embrace. He accidentally pulled her long hair at first. A quick readjustment later, she was all his. Despite being in the middle field when it came to height among his haremettes, he held almost as much of her as he did for some of the smallest.
Nia wiggled her butt around a little, until she had their sexes nicely aligned and dropped down. Tenderly, they loved one another. The most heated they got was when John laid back and Nia rode him to a couple of orgasms. It was not a wild engagement, just a steady up and down with moans and sweet nothings. Their fingers were interlocked, Nia using him to keep herself steady while the soft bliss left her quietly spasming on top of him.
When they were satisfied, they just sat on the couch together, arm in arm. John put on a documentary about sea turtles. Nia was easily entranced and they said absolutely nothing for over twenty minutes. The only sound a person made was Metra groaning and rolling onto her side. Her recovery had advanced to the state where her mental state was reassembling.
It was also progressing towards the part of the evening where the haremettes started to trickle back in. Because they had all started their day in the afternoon, there had only been a short workday to be had, if a workday at all. That wasn’t much of an issue, as most of his women were still busy slotting back into their regular activities.
Almost everyone came in over the course of an hour. The exceptions were Scarlett and Momo, both of which, at almost the exact same time, wrote messages that they were going to pull an all-nighter. ‘Adorable workaholics,’ John thought, after sending them pledges that he missed them through the Harem Comms.
“John, may I have your attention?” Lorelei asked.
The Gamer turned his gaze from Nia, still monopolizing his left side, to Lorelei. Having been the last to arrive, the seer was still clothed. It made no difference to John, who was currently relaxed. The fact that the rest of the harem was, one after the other, simultaneously, and repeatedly, inspecting Nathalia’s upsized breasts and their increased sensitivity was slowly chipping at that.
“You have it,” John promised and tried to not stare over there. In her grey dress, decorated with rose symbols in gold and red, Lorelei retained his attention well enough.
“As ambassador of the Order of the Golden Rose and member of the House of Exceptionals, I, Lorelei Varnik, formally request aid of the President of Fusion, John Newman, in aiding the development of the western territories formerly held by my sacred organization,” the seer announced, her voice steady, even as her face turned red from the performance pressure. “I do so in the name of the Lord and the Warden. It is feared that, without deliberate effort, much of the population will drain to the coasts.”
John hummed and considered the issue, gesturing for Lorelei to sit down by his side in the meantime. “I won’t be impartial whether you stand there being adorable or hug me,” the Gamer told her, amused. “If William wanted me to consider this just on the merits, he would’ve asked me himself anyway.”
That argument tracked with the seer and she conservatively plopped down next to him. That would not do and John put his arm around her, pulling her close. The blind woman eeped and immediately hugged him back. Proximity made love stronger than reason.
Nia weighed in, while John was distracted by her rosewater scent. “It is natural for coasts to attract more people. They are more temperate and generally offer a larger array of opportunities.”
“What usually draws people out to the countryside is food production, raw resources, or the wish to own some private property, none of which are really a factor in the Abyss as of right now. Only reason that remains is a desire to be somewhat secluded. People like that don’t need encouragement.” He rubbed his chin. “It is beneficial to have at least some settlements dispersed all over the place to keep tabs on the territory. We are effectively already running a Homestead Act, but there’s so much land along the coast, it’ll take a couple of generations to fill up and develop…”
“Could you create financial incentives?” Lorelei asked.
“Yeah, but that’s a difficult tool to wield,” John explained to her. “If I just pay people to move there and build things, the local economy will be dependent entirely on those funds flowing in. What needs to be done is that we either carefully create a self-sufficient community or that we kickstart the creation of a settlement near some natural resources. Leylines are the obvious contender there…”
“What about the other races?” Nia asked.
“Excellent question,” John agreed and scanned through all of the various humanoid species living in Fusion and nearby.
There were some that did not share humanity’s climate preferences or had other characteristics that made them seek out alternatives. A fair number of species preferred to burrow into dirt or stone, live in forests, lakes, or the air. Catering to such demands would serve to keep John popular with the various minorities and create at least some centres of population that could spread out over the years and attract commerce.
“I don’t want them to end up as isolated pockets, but that’s still a lever we can pull. I’ll have to draft some plans. It’ll take a few weeks or months to really get going though.”
“It is still deeply appreciated, Master.” Lorelei placed a grateful kiss on his cheek and that was almost enough to make that whole affair worth it on its own. Which was dangerous. He definitely should not be moving hundreds or thousands of people around for a kiss on a cheek and a thanks whispered in his ear.
“Dinner has been served,” Aclysia announced, pulling the general attention of the room towards the table. They shared their meal in the typical merriment and with some of the non-organic people around switching between speaking English above and French under the table.
After that, John announced he’d go visit Nightingale.
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I think this is his birthday week off.
