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The Gamer Chapter 1438 – Proposal 1 – Too Hot
🕑 Added 2023-05-03 23:20:12 +0000 UTC“Something’s in the air,” Rave stated.
John had to bite the inside of his cheek not to stammer out an immediate response. “Must be pollen?” he suggested.
“I ain’t got no allergies – I hope? Can I even get those?” Rave tilted her head as she contemplated the question. She audibly sniffed. “Nah, it’s something else. Somethin’ nice…” She shifted in the co-driver’s seat of the bus.
It was Rave’s last day as his girlfriend and he had a feeling that she knew. He had a feeling that she had known the entire past week. Living in his head rent-free gave her complete access to his thoughts. He would even have paid her to live in there. That she did it without recompense was wonderful.
It was also pure torture. He had never before hid anything this important from her for any stretch of time. In hindsight, it was the smartest decision ever to set the day of the proposal so close to after he had received the ring. Any further out and he would have died of stress. The entire last week, he had been so excited and nervous, not even Mind of Work had managed to put him in the correct mindset to be productive in his paperwork.
Admittedly, he enjoyed it. It was another instance of him being reminded that he still shared most of the woes with men around the world. An opportunity for him to be brought back down to the proverbial carpet. If that could have come without the irregular cold sweat outbreaks, he’d be much happier though.
Problem was that he wasn’t alone in this. Everyone else knew and for some reason his nervousness spread to 80% of the harem. He understood Eliana’s brain nearly melting at the announcement. What brought them closer to marriage brought her closer to motherhood. All sensical there. Why Aclysia fainted when she heard a date was a mystery though. No one had even known she could do that.
A select few were cool as a cucumber – the usual ones. Undine, Scarlett, and Lydia managed to keep a calm demeanour despite the wreck the harem had been for the past seven days. Everyone knew that this would change something. They had no idea what it would change or how, but it would change something deep.
The bus eventually stopped in front of the bar he had rented. It was far from a modest locale. Surrounding properties of DC’s suburban sprawl had been bought up and converted into empty lots. That alone made the property incredibly valuable – by modern standards. Adding to that its location by Potomac River, and its location alone probably gave it a value in the millions.
The building itself was two stories tall and constructed of inviting, dark brown wood and bright stones. In the back, a fenced-off courtyard contained ample space for BBQ and the pool. There was no specific name advertised anywhere. Although it was a rentable bar, it stood empty for most of the year and the only people that knew how to contact the owner knew so because of referrals. It had started as the retirement project of a senator and nowadays was getting rented by all manners of rich folk.
This had not been on the shortlist. John had only learned of its existence thanks to the phone call with his mom. Turned out, sometimes fliers and business cards did offer more than the internet. This was exactly the kind of retreat they wanted. It was mildly isolated, secure, and yet close enough that no one would have an issue arriving there.
Rave opened the door of the bus. A blast of warm air immediately filled the climatized car. It was obscenely hot. Already 28 degrees Celsius and quite humid – projected to rise all the way to 35. Even living with his girlfriend for this long didn’t prepare John for this kind of heat.
He had wanted to dress up for today. In this weather, that was impossible. Using his enchanted clothes would arouse suspicion from his parents. Even if he did do that, there was no way he would get his entire harem to follow.
And so it was that John Newman, beaten by the weather, entered the building he would propose in in shorts and a t-shirt. With that much, he was by far the most dressed. Rave wore a tiny crop top and hot pants. With that, she was part of the two factions of the harem fashion. Nathalia, Eliana, Salamander, Sylph, Siena, Metra, Delicia, Claire, and Hailey joined her in the two-piece combination of small top and bottom. Bikini tops, cropped tops, airy shirts, combined with mini skirts, hot pants, tiny yoga pants, all that goodness.
The second party consisted of Aclysia, Gnome, Undine, Momo, Lydia, Beatrice, Lorelei, Lee and Nightingale. They favoured sundresses – although even the most diligent of them went with something that showed more leg than was acceptable in any other situation.
The colours were, uncharacteristically, universally bright. No one in either camp wanted to wear anything that’d absorb an unnecessary amount of sun rays.
The heat was doing great work to put John’s mind off the burden of today. Between it frying his brainwaves and the clothes his haremettes put on, he was thoroughly distracted. Everyone was in their best disguise. For the elementals, that typically meant nothing. For Eliana, that meant she was wearing a choker. Seeing her brunette and covered in a baby blue dress that barely made it over her ass did things to his boiling blood. The only thing that could have made it worse was if the Lover’s Will marks were visible.
Aclysia, Beatrice, and Momo, all three currently black of hair, carried their bags into the changing areas. “If anyone wants to go to the pool, you can do that now!” Momo shouted.
“I’d sooner crawl back to the Iron Domain,” Claire hissed. The contact lenses did a good job covering the flash of red that doubtlessly accompanied those words. Closing her parasol, the redheaded vampire went on an adventure to find the room with the least windows in the building. Nia followed her. The pariah was the only one that hadn’t changed her clothes at all – but no one would be calling her out on it either.
Many of the haremettes went to change into their bikinis. John trotted after them. Had he imagined he would propose in his swimming trunks? No, he really had not, but in this heat he wanted to get as much of his skin exposed as possible. The inside of the building was climatized, so there was that silver lining at least.
There were two changing rooms, with the signs for the genders above the doors. John just gave it a glance, before stepping into the women’s changing room. His and Rave’s parents hadn’t arrived yet and wouldn’t for a couple more hours. Aclysia had to get the catering prepared first.
John peeled the sweaty shirt off his back, and found himself surrounded by equally sweaty gorgeous women in the middle of undressing. Even nervousness about today couldn’t prevent his shorts from straining.
A caramel hand reached around his waist before he could even touch his zipper. Petite breasts pressed against his back. Metra’s face pushed over his shoulder, her green eyes returned to human dots. To see her without the tail or the ears was a bit odd. The human disguise was part of her courtesy of John’s system. It had only been a few months since she had changed, but it had already become the norm to him.
‘You need to let out some of that nervousness,’ she said in his mind, while sliding a hand under his waistband. He groaned, the touch of her slender fingers giving his cock the room it needed for the blood to flow in. Soon the head peaked out, oozing precum.
John struggled a bit with the idea. On one hand, the occasion felt a bit too important to just have casual sex. On the other, this was part of their regular life. All Rave did in response to her boyfriend getting felt up was bite her lower lip and slip a finger into herself. More importantly, Metra was right. If he did not find some outlet, he would not last until sunset.
“How do you want me, Master?” Metra whispered. Unlike the previous statement, the question was entirely usual.
John answered with a domineering growl. Dropping his pants he turned around and grabbed Metra by the throat. The blonde, tanned bombshell grinned from ear to ear. When he shoved her hard against the wall, she opened her mouth wide and panted. One thigh grabbed, he pulled her leg up, until she hooked it around his hips. Then he angled his cock at her hairless cunt.
The production of sexual fluids was reduced to mundane levels. Even with that, John only had to rub his cock up and down her slit a few times before they both glistened. With a prolonged groan, he slowly pushed inside her. The tightness of her folds was a gripping reality. The tireless needling of the past seven days was replaced with the white tingles of pleasure.
Sex always helped clear his mind. “You’re gorgeous,” John grunted. The hand on her throat denied the green-eyed berserker a response. He kept her pinned, while pounding her with ever accelerating thrusts. Further and further, he leaned forwards, until he was forehead to forehead with his willing sex slave.
Fingers clawed at his back. Her glassy stare urged him to keep rutting into her at high speed. Her lips formed the words she could not speak. ‘Cum – Master’s cum,’ John read. Her eyelids fluttered, while his cock scraped over her most sensitive spots.
He had no idea how pent-up he was. The daily orgies hadn’t stopped, but somehow this still felt like he hadn’t had a proper orgasm in days. He was approaching release rapidly. After just a few minutes, he pushed into her quivering quim one last time and unloaded.
His balls tightened, pumping white, hot seed into the toned blonde. Pussy juice gushed against his groin. Orgasmic cum was a treat he allowed himself, despite the suspicion it might raise. He didn’t plan to have sex in front of his parents anyway. Actually, he planned to avoid that at all costs.
When he pulled out, he wasn’t greeted by the usual, immediate trickle of his cum. Part of his mundane disguise was a reduction to reasonable loads and reasonable loads took a few seconds to start showing from the depths of freshly fucked cunts. The monkey side of his brain was annoyed by this. The rest was thankful that he wasn’t making the typical mess on another person’s property. Not that Aclysia would leave the place dirty.
“Once is enough, Master?” Metra purred. She rubbed her sex against his with nimble little circles of her hips.
“No.” John plunged right back into her.
Off at the side, his girlfriend achieved her own orgasm. Quivering, she swayed, just barely remaining upright. After a few seconds, she let out a, “Phew,” and then finished changing. “Ya best join me outside!”
“Put up some parasols for the rest of us!” John demanded from her with his usual confidence. It surprised him for a moment, then he smiled his happy smile. Rave flipped him off with a grin, then moved out. She would do what he had asked. “Who knew all I needed was to use a good girl?” John grunted very quietly.
“You better fuck everyone’s brain out tonight – we’ve gone a week with mediocre sex,” Metra’s voice was softly compromised by her gasps.
John blinked a couple of times. “Tell me next time,” he growled, between order and plea. “Mediocre sex is unacceptable.”
“You were rightfully preoccupied, my king.” Metra scratched him under the chin. Her body swayed back and forth. The soft rise of her breasts shifted up and down with every impact. Lean women truly were something special. Every shift of her muscles, every quiver in her breaths, every curve of her slim form. He was distracted from her body only because her hand directed his eyes to hers. “And there’s more to you to love than good sex.”
The affirmation made John’s smile broaden for a moment, then he stared seriously at her. “Even if that’s true, I do have a duty to satisfy all of you thoroughly. In all aspects.”
“You will, you glorious bastard. How could you not?” She pulled him close again, gasping when the entirety of his length stretched her out. Her lips were right next to his ear. “You made me yours, after all.”
A few loads later, John was lying in a lounger by the pool. The parasol did just barely enough to make the weather bearable. That was, combined with the cold drink in his hand and the water slowly evaporating on his skin. Against Rave’s complaints, they had put a sunroof over the pool as well. That something like that was provided spoke to the wealth of the place all over again. How often did someone ask for a sunroof for their pool?
‘Then again, might be to make sure no one can take drone footage,’ John realized. ‘Politicians do adapt quickly to anything that could air their dirty laundry.’
John sipped on his pina colada and wiggled his toes. Inside, the maids and Lee were getting the food ready. Claire had located a bedroom where she could wait out the time and take care of any needs that might arise.
Rave smoothly pushed herself out of the water. She had gained quite a tan over the course of their Oklahoma vacation and since then it had only gotten darker. By now she rivalled Metra and Hailey, just with the exotic, Asian tinge to her colouration. A bit more towards yellow, compared to the country gal’s redneck or Metra’s clean caramel. Subtle differences that made John salivate between all three of them. The water sparkled on her smooth skin and dripped from her sticky wet hair.
She strutted over and, without any comment whatsoever, straddled him. Only after she had slipped their swimwear aside and his cock was inside her, did she open her mouth. Even that was only a drawn out, “There it iiiis.”
“You know, we should be going indoors for this,” John reminded her.
“Ya know, I don’t care,” Rave purred and rolled her hips. The way her midriff moved was more hypnotic than the swing of any pendulum. There was no stop to the gyrating. At no point of each circle was the motion anything besides flawlessly smooth. Inside her, the wet folds kept rubbing up against his cock.
“You’re too good for me,” the Gamer groaned and leaned his head back.
“And that’s why I’ll always be best girl.” Rave booped him on the nose. “And you’ll -mhm-.” She stopped mid-sentence and moaned deeply. Grabbing both armrests, the gyrating shifted gears to involve more up and down as well. “Ooooh, that’s niiiice,” she whispered. “…you’ll apologize for inviting my parents over when I was gonna have fun hanging out with yours. Couldn’t ya have waited until after we introduced Hailey at least?”
“Nope,” John said. “I got this all figured out.”
Comments
Cal
I've got to say, I'm extremely glad that we've jumped straight to the proposal. The intervening week would been incredibly difficult to sit through, as you showed pretty well here. Absolutely loving every second of this!
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Banric
wristband should be waistband
