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The Gamer Chapter 1353 – Fun with the Chaos Brigade
🕑 Added 2022-12-22 22:21:09 +0000 UTC“And this is where I’ll put the second staircase,” John explained, gesturing at the hole in the ceiling. A ceiling currently made from carefully bolted together planks and tarp, containing hardening concrete. Support beams were scattered about, making sure those constructs did not bend. A depression in the floor was neither structurally sound nor pleasant.
“You are such a fantastic architect.” Claire grabbed onto his arm and smiled at him. “Handsome too. Ah, what I would not give to attach myself to you forever.”
“You have succeeded in that as much as you possibly could,” John said and tapped on his forehead with his free hand.
“But it could be so much more… permanent,” Claire said with a dangerous glint in her eye. A smack to her naked butt ended that contemplation. Turning her head, red hair flying, the disguised vampire maid looked at the chocolate skinned woman who had executed the gesture.
John always found it interesting how much different skin colours tickled his brain. As part of the Abyss, he was privileged to experience more than the human spectrum. Right now, Siena wore her human disguise, leaving her with the same wonderful figure she had always possessed. Shapely, large breasts, a seductively narrow waist and heart-shaped, juicy ass of borderline absurd size, ideal to bury the faces of her ‘victims’ under cheeks and thighs. Deep blue or brown made very little difference to John. It was the novelty more than anything that made her more attractive than ever. Or maybe it was the casual nudity they all enjoyed.
One would expect John had grown immune against charms of women strolling around without clothes by now, but no. He still got every bit as erect at the sight as he did the first time around. A mischievous glow took hold of Siena’s blue eyes, for a moment revealing the colour of moonlight they had in her true form.
That glance was directed to John’s cock, but Siena’s lips wandered to Claire’s ear. “Be grateful you do not have to share your connection with others,” the elemental whispered, deep brown, pinkish lips moving with luscious grace. “I always have… meddlers in private time.”
One of said meddlers stood just a few steps away, crossing her arms, amber eyes reflecting annoyance. Undine stepped forwards, her boobs bouncing wonderfully. She was overall more balanced in her curves than Siena, her ass of a more reasonable size, albeit still enough to turn heads in case her slightly larger tits did not already succeed. Then again, a goth girl of her pronouncedly athletic build had everyone’s attention for a variety of features, whether that was her figure, her paleness, her wonderful black hair, or her graceful broodiness. Jealously, she grabbed John’s other arm and pulled.
Claire did not let that pass without contest, holding tightly onto John with her bottom-heavy body. Her boobs being petite was not a point against her, as John loved them in all shapes and sizes. He was much more discriminatory when it came to ass shapes and Claire belonged in his cadre of maids not least of all because she had a round bubble butt that looked fantastic in motion.
“Mine,” Undine said a single possessive word, while she and Claire pulled him back and forth.
“Why do I have to suffer for Siena making unwanted comments about you? I want to stay with my Master!” Claire complained, holding on tightly.
The nightmare elemental giggled, hugging John from behind. “Hmmmm, I do so love embracing you,” she whispered in his ear.
“All of you look fucking stupid,” Eliana, the last person on scene, commented on all she was seeing. As comparatively small and lovable as ever, the blood mage stood in her brunette disguise in one of the unfinished doorways. It was odd that she wasn’t even the second palest person around, those honours certainly belonged to the goth slime first and the disguised vampire second.
“Shut up!” “Quiet!” “You had him all morning!” Claire, Undine, and Siena complained in unison, causing the only survivor of what John had done to the submissives this morning to cackle. If she hadn’t been fucked so thoroughly, she would have doubtlessly joined the rest of them in the competitive tugging.
John let himself be pulled here and there by jealous and protective hands. Was a man not entitled to the love of his women? ‘No, I am definitely not entitled to that,’ he thought and cleared his throat. Claire stopped her pulling immediately, Undine kept a possessive tug, and Siena bit his ear. “Oh, you are begging for something bad to happen to you!” he cried out.
“Whatever would you do to me?” Siena whispered haughtily.
“We’ll see. First, let’s get out of here,” John decided. Bare brick and concrete were something he was happy to boast about, but not something he felt interested in having quality time around. It was a bit too dusty and solid an environment for his liking. He raised his hand. Everyone was pulled into the Protected Space with him.
Siena dropped her disguise immediately. Deep brown shifted into blue, eye colours shifted, and her tail formed out of shadows drifting outwards from where it was attached to her hips. “Mhhmmuuuch better,” she sighed seductively, before whipping Claire’s butt with it. The vampire moaned, appreciatively.
“Slut!” Eliana shouted.
“Like you don’t like a mild whipping,” Claire pointed out and made big eyes up to her Master. “How would you prefer me?”
“I always prefer what you feel like,” John said that first. Knowing that she wanted an actual answer, he added, “White hair.”
The red drained from her strands into her eyes, it seemed, as the human disguise was replaced with her actual appearance. That left two members of the chaos brigade in their true forms and two still disguised, all of them standing in the test build of the mansion that occupied the space on the Abyssal side. The walls were made from solid stone here and covered in impressively crafted stone patterns and depictions. Gnome had made them; she, Eliana and Lorelei together had taken to decorating them. Something they killed the time with, when there was nothing else to do. An artistic outlet for all of them.
“How did you make these anyway?” John asked in passing. “Hammer and chisel? Some of these look too… I don’t want to say crude… well, compared to Gnome’s work it’s accurate.”
“Crude is fucking accurate; I have weak small girl arms.” Eliana raised her hands up and wiggled her fingers. “Chiselling shit is hard. The religious bitch and I wanted to try anyway, new experiences and all that shit. Most of it was done by me drawing patterns we designed together and Gnome then putting them on the walls with her adorable fucking soft hands.”
They stepped out into the camping place. It was a total mess of overlapping fantastical influences, with Nathalia’s spire right next to a crystal-surrounded lake, a forest that grew increasingly more magical, a stone mansion, and a campsite made from melded rock and gorgeous ivy. Any scene designer would have looked at it and said that this was a total overflow of differing ideas.
A couch of moss and flowers a few metres removed from the grill made for their seat. Even now, the embers within the rock were burning, wood getting consumed steadily by the lasting flame Nathalia and Salamander had left at the bottom of the firepit. Even if they stopped adding fuel, it would take the fire weeks, perhaps even months to go out. Another display of the level of power John and his harem wielded casually these days.
While he considered that aspect, he stared at the butt of a certain fairy maid that was walking along the edge of the forest. Momo shushed away something beyond the cover of trees. A couple of strange lights competed with the cloud-covered sun for a moment. “Seems like they’re sticking around,” John grumbled.
“They follow their Viscountess,” Siena stated dismissively, while her tail coiled around John’s cock. It was a strange sensation. The texture of her tail was smooth like the rest of her skin and its manoeuvrability made the grip pleasantly tight. By purely objective means, it was no more weird than being enveloped by her hands, her tongue, or her thighs. Of the many novel things that John got to experience in his tangling with monster girls, this was not one he was interested enough in to get over his initial alienation. Perhaps he still would, one day, if only because Siena seemed disappointed when she released that grip.
“Your fairy stuff makes no sense,” Claire stated what John was about to say.
“They were not invited.” Undine bowed down to the base of the moss couch and grabbed a root covered by the outer layers. The domain of plant control was a mixture of water, earth, and sometimes fire. Although Undine was obviously a water spirit, with shadow as her secondary element, there were enough traces of all elements in each of his elementals that they could exert limited control over all but the polar opposite of their natural abilities. A benefit of being evolved this far.
The plant was specifically designed for what she wanted it to do. A bit of shifting within the roots, and the moss moved, elongating the surface John and Siena sat on until the couch was effectively a bed. Eliana, Claire and Undine joined them and soon the Gamer found himself yet again on his back, cuddling with haremettes.
The change in vistas was nice. They were in the shade of the plant-covered pavilion; sunlight only fell through the hole above the grill. Far enough away that Claire had no complaints about the situation. Eliana had something to say, however.
“Let me in, you possessive whores!” The other three covered most of John underneath them. Siena was to his right, Claire to the left, Undine on top. “Or at least shrink your fat fucking tits, you giant goo pile. Why do you even need to be so tall you antlered cunt?”
“It is natural,” Undine responded and shifted back to her slime form. John had a feeling she only did it so Eliana could see through her semi-translucent body when John thrust up into her.
“That’s what you get for being so slow,” Claire teased singingly and kissed all over John’s neck and shoulders. Her hands took his and pressed it between her legs. “I’m sorry, Master, this needy maid is once again drenched from your scent.”
Drenched was putting it lightly. Claire was wetter than a tropical biome in the monsoon season, competing even with the woman made of literal water currently letting out singing little gasps. “Whatever will I do with you?” John hummed and pushed two fingers inside her. Crying out with lust and thanks, Claire nuzzled up against him. He turned his eyes to Siena, who softly shook her head and then leaned in for a kiss. Her tail pulled his hand to her butt to have something to squeeze as they made out.
Eliana, meanwhile, laid down next to Claire. “Exclude me is what you fuckers are doing!” She crossed her arms, like an angry teenager, and pouted.
John broke the kiss and chuckled. The lewd bits of the scene were just side entertainment – at least when it came to Siena and Undine. Claire looked so smitten with his touch that she may not have been capable of partaking in more of the conversation.
“It was so much fucking easier when it was the three of us.”
“You kicking me out of the friend group?” Claire proved John wrong by speaking with surprising clarity. “Did I hurt you so dearly? Did I commit such a grave crime? Did I not deserve a bit of loving?”
Eliana grumbled something, but she really did not have a lot of room to complain about him. She had been given the whole tour of bed cuddles, shower cuddles, and stringed-up abuse this morning. Everything a masochistic submissive and a beloved haremette could ask for. “Fine, I’ll just sit here on my fat fucking ass on these tingly fucking moss pieces and wonder what the fuck Momo is doing over there?!”
“Still, fae stuff.” John squeezed Siena’s ass. It really was awe-inspiring just how much meat there was to that backside. He gave it a firm tap and watched it jiggle. Blessed was the fact that even the most sadistic of his haremettes still liked a good spanking. “Really not amused that the Midnight Bramble Court is following us here.”
“You are the Earl, they will follow you where they can and a forest in the middle of nowhere is where the fae like to be.” Siena gazed hungrily at his cock inside Undine.
At the pace the slime girl was going, cumming would take him a while. “Ignore the business of your otherworldly subjects,” the deep blue woman advised, her sing-song voice taxed slightly by the pleasure. “How are you recovering, John?”
“Wonderfully,” the Gamer responded with a huge smile. Visible joy spread through the four of them, hearing the enthusiasm in his voice. “I’ve been feeling just… unclogged since we got here. It’s like a bit of water stuck in my eardrums finally got out, except it’s my entire head.” Wandering eyes appreciated the colours all around him. “I know there’s still things to worry about. I managed to keep my mind off them so far, I haven’t even felt the pull to consider them in over a week.”
“Maybe we should stay forever?” Claire suggested.
John shook his head, although he appreciated the thought. “I think I’ll eventually start craving office life again, weird as that sounds. It’s not like I started doing it despite a massive aversion to paperwork. Neither do I hate building my own nation or making the sacrifices that come along with that. I’ll be pulled back into action by my own conscience sooner or later.” He stretched, raising his hands high into the air, then licked Claire’s juices off his fingers like they were the most delicious dusting of crisps seasoning. “Until then, we’ll be here. Siena, anything you wanted to talk about?”
He asked her specifically, because she had been the one inviting him out here this morning. Siena giggled. “I did just want to spend time with you, but I could tell you… very interesting things about the neighbours.”
John raised an eyebrow. “Have you been running around spying on people?”
“Maliciously.” Siena giggled. Parts of her skin flickered, becoming fully invisible and then returning to regular skin. She stopped before the display could give him a headache.
“You have terrible habits,” Undine chastised her friend.
“That’s fucked up!” Eliana echoed.
“Was it at least useful for Master?” Claire disregarded morality immediately.
“I’d rather you didn’t do that,” John gave his personal opinion. “Although that also depends on what ‘that’ is?”
“Here I thought a little more trust would be placed in me.” Siena pouted and wiggled away from John. He did not let her get away. The moment her skin no longer touched his, he was already pulling her back. “You cannot be without me, it seems,” she teased him.
“You’re my responsibility. I accepted you knowing you would be difficult and it has been one of the greatest successes of my life.” John gave her a loving kiss, tasting the moonlight on her lips. “Of course, I cannot be without you. I’m sorry if I sounded distrusting.”
“My saviour,” Siena gasped sincerely and snuggled back up against him. Crystals surrounded the tip of her index finger, transforming it into a sharp claw. It trailed his collarbone, so carefully that John never had to fear getting cut. “This country life has little to offer me besides conversation and lovemaking. Much as I adore both, I much prefer the business of the city. Stalking through the woods and overhearing conversations was my way to pass the time. I invaded no homes, I did not even mean to hear what I heard. Except curiosity did get the better of me yesterday.”
John immediately caught where this was going. With the 100 kilometres of free range the elementals had access to, Siena could have travelled far out. Doubly so since she was one of the most agile of the haremettes, running faster than cars, and with invisibility strong enough that she had no need to fear mundane gazes. She could have gone anywhere. Yesterday, there would have been just one place she would have gone. “You went to Hailey’s home.” Siena nodded. John let out a slow breath. “Why?”
“Curiosity, paranoia, concern, you can pick any one and all,” the midnight elemental responded. “I wished to see what she was doing, feared she might perhaps hurt you with her response or be more than she seemed to be. You know we take deep care in vetting those that might join us. I believe it was my duty to do this much.”
“And you learned something of interest?” the Gamer asked.
Siena gave him a sly smile. “Yes, but not in the way you think.” She took a small pause and brushed through his hair. “I will tell you nothing of the content of my stay. I confess this to you, my saviour, because I wish you to know that I went through the act itself. This is no secret I should keep. Not from you. Not from her, when the time comes.”
John gazed deep into her eyes. There was no regret there, nor did he expect to find any. Should she feel it? Perhaps. Siena did break the privacy of someone in an intrusive way no one of sound mind would find agreeable. The Gamer still sometimes wondered if a certain Metracana was currently watching them.
Fact was that Siena had done much to redeem herself and that she was a mischievous, proactive, hands-on trickster. She would never behave entirely in ways he totally approved of. Neither would many others in his harem. “I don’t approve,” he finally said and then sighed, “but that is all I can say on the matter. You’re free to make your own decisions and this is not something grievous enough to warrant punishment. I’m glad you told me, even if you will do it again.”
“Only if I think it necessary, love,” Siena assured him. The scratching of his head grew more intimate and she put her forehead against his. “Arguably, you’ve been good for me.” The jovial tone took any sarcasm out of those words. “You avoid selfish disregard of principles, and that I admire. A bit more looseness would serve you, however.”
“Maybe. Though, don’t burden yourself with all that which you deem I should do,” John requested. “I’d hate for you to become as vile as you used to be in service of my ambitions.”
“Never again as vile as I used to be,” Siena’s eyes dashed to Undine for a moment, “never again as thoughtless. Trust me.”
The slime girl put a hand on the midnight elemental’s shoulder and said, in voice and mind, “We do.”
Siena smiled with the radiance of the full moon.
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