The Gamer Chapter 391 - Home Party (Patreon)

“But why though?” Rave whined, having jumped on her boyfriend’s back following the latest things he said and thus being carried around as they were heading inside.

“Because me and crowds in confined spaces to loud music with flashing lights above me are the literal opposite to my natural habitat,” he answered. “Which is mostly just me, to background music with the static light of my screen in front of me.”

“Wouldn’t it need to be completely dark for it to be the total opposite?” Salamander asked, probably just to be a contrarian. As such she was ignored even as she cackled to herself.

“Ya also added a girl giving ya handjob during and having sex in between matches to that natural place of yours,” Rave pointed out, “so it has to be flexible.”

“Neither of which I can do in a club, and I do like getting both of those… although you and me both know I am more of a blowjob guy,” John stood strong. “No amount of force can bring me into that seizure dungeon you call a good time, Jane. Every now and again I will do it for you, but we went literally yesterday and the day before. I was in more clubs in this week than the rest of my entire life combined.”

“Which isn’t really all that hard, jumping from 0 to 2,” Rave let out a disheartened sigh. However, she quickly recovered from her fake depression and bit him gently in the back of his ear. The surprise caused him to jump, and Rave rubbed her face against his like a playful cat afterwards. “Fine, butcha better not continue watching Fairy Tail while I am dancing.”

“I can promise that,” John said; he wasn’t all that fond of that show, but Jane loved the fight scenes, so they stuck with it. It was an okay time filler, and at least it was dubbed. Although he did kind of want to dress Aclysia up like some of the characters in that show. Mostly Erza, he just liked the idea of getting a knight naked by methodically removing each piece of her armour.

“Okay then,” Rave got off his back and went to get some other clothes out of their designated store room, where Aclysia and John had emptied their inventories of everyday items. Salamander, Metra and Sylph wanted to accompany her, they liked the party life. A few minutes later they were gone, and John decided to check out that home cinema system and see whether or not there was some kind of console attached anywhere.

Pretty much the second he arrived up stairs, he was picked up by a naked Eliza and thrown on the couch. “Woah there,” he saw exactly where this was going, “no foreplay?”

“This is the fucking foreplay!” Eliza responded, pressing her soft, purple lips on his and massaging his cock with sensual motions, the kind she had to learn with forced self-control. She wasn’t alone in this; Undine and Siena joined her, caressing and teasing his every sensitive spot while Gnome watched through gaps between her fingers. A disinterested looking Nia stood right next to the stone elemental and proved her looks wrong when the snow-white dress she wore disappeared into the nothingness it came from and she then quickly undid the swimwear Gnome was wearing. The shy sounds could barely register as complaints.

“Besides…” Siena moaned after freeing his dick, running the sharp tip of her claws from balls to the tip. She did so without causing any harm, yet the thought of having what was essentially a razorblade pulled over his dick was not to John’s pleasure. With a frustrated groan, Siena retired that line of action to use it on someone who would appreciate it another time, “…we want to try something on you.”

“I don’t like being the target of experiments,” John spoke his mind.

“Too bad,” Undine whispered into his ear, “we decided we want to take the lead right now.”

“And you are fine with that?” John asked with a glance towards Eliza.

“I don’t give a fuck who takes the lead as long as it’s not me,” the blood mage returned and was immediately slapped rather skilfully by Siena.

“Which begs the question why you are still talking, slave,” the shadow elemental hissed as the red imprint of her palm flared up and disappeared on Eliza’s face. “You best not forget that your holes are replaceable by Gnome or Nia. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I am sorry, Mistress,” Eliza said with the kind of riled up smile that only appeared on someone who was leaking between their legs. “I beg of you, use my holes for this experiment. I will do whatever you want.”

“Good, just get over there while the rest of us prepare him.” Siena watched as Eliza retreated to the area of the couch she was pointing at. Unhappy with her just kneeling there, the shadow spirit added, “Don’t just wait there, present yourself like a proper set of holes!” Without a word, Eliza got on her back and spread her legs and pussy lips. “No, no, NO!” Siena hissed and went over.

Grabbing the blood mage’s ankles, she stretched them until they were behind Eliza’s head and fixed in place by the hollow of the knee pressing against the backside of her shoulders. That positions, although John would have called it more of a self-binding using nothing but one’s own limbs, reduced Eliza to a mere display of her sexy bits. On the sickly pale surface of the stretched skin of her ass reflected the artificial light of the lamp above; there was no more daylight of the winter sun cycle that could have found its way through the dimmed windows. Between her glistening pussy and her juicy tits, their actually average size appearing much bigger on her small frame and squished between her soft and smooth thighs, was the rolled-up skin of stomach. No matter how little fat a person had, there was no way to prevent that display, but it didn’t distract from the fact that she put herself at the complete mercy of whoever wanted to take advantage of her.

“There, that’s a proper way to present yourself,” Siena’s voice became much softer, and teasingly she climbed over Eliza. “You best not leave this position at any point, or your punishment will be most…” she ran her claws over the blood mage’s collarbone, down to her tits where she transformed them into normal fingers and roughly groped, “…tantalizing. For me, that is. Now open your mouth.”

Doing as she was told, Eliza’s outstretched tongue soon became the focal point of Siena’s goal of getting comfortable on her new seat. The nightmare elemental’s bubble butt throned atop Eliza’s tits, creating a wonderful display of lustful flesh that became that much more sinful when shadowy tendrils wound their way out of Siena’s back and began to tease and torture the girl beneath her.

In the meantime, John had his own wonders to look at as he was subject to a triple blowjob by Undine, Gnome and Nia, the middle of which had finally jumped over her shadow and been the one to suggest this to the blank. As long as she wasn’t in the focus of the action, she didn’t seem to have too much trouble participating.

Undine was the only one of the three between his legs. Being a puddle of her own goo, merely her upper body stuck out. Seeing his own dick go in and out of her ‘throat’ through her liquid body was still an experience as alien as it was wonderful. Even more intriguing was the disability to know how she was sucking him in this time around. Sometimes she formed a simple cavity, a simple in and out that only differentiated itself from other deepthroats by how perfectly tight it was. At other times, the texture of the walls shifted with every bob of her head, providing him with ever changing experiences. On days where Undine was feeling especially kinky, she wouldn’t form any hole or tunnel for his dick at all. Instead he would simply penetrate right into her slimy body; apparently that provided the greatest pleasure along with a bit of quickly subsiding pain.

Today was such a day. To break her exterior membrane, she had to use that bit of higher force when going down, a short stop in the unstoppable blowjob. Then he was surrounded by a cool stream that was simultaneously clamping down on him and whirling all around his dick. He moaned as she slowly pulled back up until his dick was unoccupied.

Now the two girls on the couch with him moved in. Kneeling, they extended their upper bodies and pushed out their bottoms as they reached for his dick with their sultry lips, pale pink and a normal, healthy red. At first it seemed like they would hit their heads, as Nia was missing the coordination and experience of fucking John in unison with all the other girls. However, with Nia being a keen observer (most of the time and even if she didn’t draw the most common conclusions) and Gnome going about things slower than most they quickly found a wordless arrangement.

John took it all in, the side view of the asses to the left and right of him. The bit of tingling from one of Gnome’s twintails brushing over his stomach as she slobbered up and down his dick. Said slobbering from two criminally attractive girls, one western European, as pale as the full-moon, and the other a healthily tanned Korean, soft lips and daring tongues gliding over every inch. The playful sucking from Undine on his balls, which he soon felt tighten.

In an atypical display of forwardness, Gnome quickly claimed the tip of his dick and frantically moved up and down to bring him to a finish. That didn’t take too long, and with a throaty groan, John pumped his load into his stone elemental’s tight little mouth. Thick cum hit her tongue, and the sweet taste of it made Gnome moan as the weirdly aromatic smell filled her senses. She waited until his dick quivered for the last time, pumping out a few last drops, before moving back up. Watching that she still kept the pressure on while doing so, she coerced a few more moans from her summoner and his post-orgasmic bliss, until the head of John’s dick finally came free with a loud ‘POP’. Afterwards she presented the load with a bit of a wooden movement.

Despite the forced looking end, Gnome looked weirdly pleased with herself and pumped her fist as if she had just accomplished something of great importance. “You practiced,” Undine noted in a deadbeat voice, causing her eldest sister to freeze in the motion. “You practiced giving blowjobs to get that satisfying pop-sound finish, and now that you got a chance to enact it, you took it. My guess: You made stone dildos shaped like John’s cock.”

Gnome turned beet red as the accusations flew her way, only confirming them as truths. She threatened to swallow, being unable to formulate an answer while her mouth was full with the considerable load John blew, about two times that of a normal man. Before she could go through with that, the other two girls jumped on her and she was locked in a three way cum-swapping kiss as the deliciousness of his spunk was somewhat equally distributed.

To the left of John, Siena was letting out a series of high-pitched moans, squeezing the body of Eliza between her straddled legs as her body tensed up in orgasm. “Ah, I swear that I haven’t cum so much at any time in my life as I have in the past months,” she said in satisfaction and slapped Eliza’s ass before getting off her.

“Didn’t you say you basically never came from any man before me?” John asked, as the nightmare elemental made her way over. He quite vividly remembered her screaming that after he managed to give her an orgasm. She had a pretty aggressive, one could say downright crazy, episode because of it, only stopped by Salamander knocking her out with a dropkick.

“Aside from the ones I forced to lick me to finish, no, they didn’t manage to,” Siena hummed, “such a disappointment, all talk, one scream and they were done. No wonder they had to die.” She reached his side. “But let’s not get into what I used to do for fun back in the day; I don’t want to hear another one of your moral lectures.” She held her cheek as if she was touching something delicate, “They hurt.”

He almost dropped a sarcastic comment before he realized why she was holding her cheek. “I am sorry,” he said instead, remembering that first day of the war where he had slapped her. Never before or since had he seen her that vulnerable, but with his apology, an echo of that moment seemed to return to her face, and he embraced her tightly.

“The shadows are you doing,” Siena hissed, pressing her hands against his chest as if she wanted to get away. “Words cannot describe how much I despise cuddling, the only thing I hate more is giving oral.”

He let her go, instead holding her hands and looking into her eyes. “I was incredibly angry and stressed back then and what I said needed to be said, but I shouldn’t have hit you,” he told her, “I should never hit any of you.”

Siena made a mocking sound, but she averted her slightly wet eyes even as she spouted sarcastic words, “Most of your girl-toys won’t like it if you stop spanking them.”

“Spanking is clearly an exception… as is slapping Eliza when she wants me to,” John tried his hand at a joke. Didn’t take a genius to figure that this was already a deeper emotional conversation than Siena wanted, at least consciously, or the situation justified. “Now what was that experiment thing about?”

“Forget it,” Siena clicked her tongue, running the palm of her right hand over her eyes to dry them quicker, “I am no longer in the mood, and looking at your limp dick, neither are you.” She was right about that. That made John feel pretty bad about this interruption, Siena had clearly been looking forward to something.

Then she gave him what he could only describe as the happiest smile of misery he had ever seen followed by a deep kiss. One that was pure, just her full-lips on his, warm, tongues connecting without any fleshly desires and a long one during which his hands rested on her back and hers were around his neck, bodies as close as they would get, heartbeat and the pulsing of magical essence synchronized.

What he had said had been too long overdue to feel sad about saying it in the wrong moment.