Chapter 794 – Newman and the Maidens of Null (Patreon)

“My real name is Alice Pleasance Liddell,” the dark-haired pariah stated, as they walked through the many-doored corridors.

Nobody was surprised, least of all John, who couldn’t help but remark, “Your middle name is rather ironic, given how obnoxious you can be.” He only received a cryptic smile in response, so he continued with something that he actually wondered about. “Are you the same Alice as the one I can find on Wikipedia or is there something else I don’t know?”

“That would be my twin sister – who never knew about me,” Alice responded. “Getting through birth alone is quite a risk for a pariah. With a mundane mother, you’re a crying infant nobody can hear. I was given the same name by the Abyssal who happened to raise me. I like it, so I kept it.”

“Fair enough.” The Gamer’s curiosity was sated and he didn’t want to drill much further. His mind was too exhausted from prolonged exposure to Florida men and women (mostly women) and he just wanted his adorable pariah back. Then he wanted to get somewhere he didn’t have to wonder if the chicken talked to him.

They arrived at the familiar door and Alice stopped with her hand on the handle. “I would request one thing,” she said and looked at John and his entourage, “that only John goes in there with me.”

“Afraid we might disturb Nia?” Rave asked, to which the woman shook her head.

“Either she succeeded or she didn’t. I told her all she needed to know, she can practice anything else by herself. I put a bit of pressure on her to help her get through the barrier; whether or not she has the potential, I have no idea.” Alice shrugged and her gaze transformed to reflect a lustful hunger. “I want to feel what Wendy felt.”

“Ah,” the girlfriend of the Gamer made an understanding sound, then slapped her man on the ass. “Well, go get her tiger. Just keep Nia’s legs intact, we can’t leave otherwise.”

“I will do my best.” John grinned and stood a little more upright. ‘Venting some of my frustrations into her cunt is exactly what I want from life right now,’ he thought. Of course, he wouldn’t do anything if Nia wasn’t in the mood.

Alice pressed down the handle and they both entered. They almost immediately ran into Nia, standing next to the doorframe, with one hand one the wall. Darting towards each other, the Gamer and the Maiden of Null embraced one another. John went deeper into the room with circling steps, whirling the lithe woman around him before putting her down to kiss her long and deep.

“Have fun!” Rave shouted, before Alice closed the door.

There wasn’t any immediate reaction by Nia. She was too distracted by John’s tongue and moaning into his mouth. She tasted and smelled like nothing, leaving all his senses focused on the sensations. His hands travelled over the soft non-fabric of her dress, took in of her what he could and what he had missed over the past months. She was thin but still soft in the right places. Her tits, her sides, her ass, back up to her hair, he wanted to indulge in all of her.

When they finally separated, it was on her initiative. “Have fun?” she asked, and her eyebrows moved the slightest bit to underline her mild confusion. Looking over to Alice, who was naked immediately, she immediately realized. “Having sex, I understand.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” John assured her, but Nia’s dress had vanished before he finished that sentence.

“It’s who you are and I want to be by your side,” the blonde stated and stepped back, Alice joining right next to her. Blonde and dark-haired, pale and tanned, both with blue eyes and that odd aura to them. Nia was taller, had about a cup size bigger breasts and all around had that supermodel body. Next to her, Alice looked a bit more rural and all around a tad less attractive. Although that very well may have been John’s bias. They were contrasting in many ways, but similar in many more.

John didn’t lose any time to discard his own clothes through the menu. Exposed to the air, his half-hard cock was slowly swelling. A progression that accelerated to ‘quickly’ when both women got on their knees in front of him. Their lips pressed against either side of his cock and covered him with little licks and kisses. They started at the base and slowly worked their way up.

Once up there, only one would get to take him into her mouth. As much as he wanted to get back at Alice, if there was one thing stronger than his irritation, then it was his love for his harem. Putting a hand on her head, seeing it mostly vanish inside her peculiar mane, he guided Nia towards the tip of his now fully erect dick.

He would have let her go slowly, it had been quite some time after all, but Nia had not forgotten how to properly suck him off. To warm herself up, get used to the sensation again, she bobbed up and down halfway on his large cock. “Oh God,” John groaned. “Oh God!” he repeated, louder, when she suddenly slid all the way down and took him deep into her throat.

She stayed there for a few seconds, Alice playing along and worshipping his balls with her lips and tongue. Then, Nia slowly slid back up, and close to the head, she let out a sharp moan. “Your turn, mentor,” she gasped, gooey strands connecting her lips and his shaft, already ruining the meticulously clean look the pale girl usually had.

“Yes,” Alice hummed, her dark lips pressing against his head just as John put his right hand on her head. There was less to grab, courtesy of the quite normal cut her dark hair had, but the Gamer still enjoyed guiding her down his shaft. She struggled to take his size in, that much was obvious from the widening of her eyes and the occasional small gag.

Determined as she was, however, she got all the way down. ‘THE Alice in Wonderland is sucking me off,’ John thought, for one moment forgetting everything else and just taking in the ridiculousness of that statement. Then he slipped out of the fantasy and focused on what was real. The tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft and the intense moans reverberating around him. ‘Is she a blowjob slut or something?’ he wondered.

The answer was much simpler. Like Nia, Alice slid back up after just a few seconds. “I never felt something like that before,” the fabled pariah gasped, as she leaned down and Nia went back up. Between licks and kisses of his heavy sack, she explained, “Magic radiates off every inch of your body and deliciously oozes out with your precum. Odd and wonderful.”

It had slipped John’s mind for a moment that horny pariahs felt pleasure from the magical prowess of their partners. Their sensibility at detecting mana was, like many other senses that regular people shared, put into overdrive during sex. With Gamer’s Body, John’s general power, sexual Perks and the general proclivity of love juices being rich in mana, for some Gaia known reason, it created a situation where he was an ecstasy radiating unit of a man. As long as it was sex with him, the two pariahs would, essentially, be sluts no matter what hole it came to. Even their skin was a potential erogenous zone.

‘I need to test that,’ John thought and sped things up. Rather than just let them suck him off, he thrust into their throats. Only Nia’s at first, knowing that she was fine with it, and into Alice’s once he got permission. In ten second intervals, he changed between them. Neither of the pariahs were particularly talkative and the featureless room left nothing to concentrate his eyes on but his cock vanishing between luscious lips.

Regardless of how awesome it felt, particularly once Alice had gotten more used to his size, it still took him almost ten minutes to feel the edge approaching. The Gamer could cum easily, particularly in the morning, but this wasn’t one of those times. It didn’t help that he had to do more and more of the moving himself, as both blanks grew sloppy in their movements as his magic filled pre-cum made them moaning messes.

“Oh fuck…” he eventually groaned, deep inside Nia’s throat. Grabbing her head with both hands, he fucked her face at a rapid pace. “Get ready, I want to cum on your faces!” he exclaimed. Alice pulled up, while Nia just had to wait until he had used her to finish himself off.

Despite his best efforts, the first spurt of his cum pumped into Nia’s mouth. The reaction was an orgasmic scream, mana and Libido Perk layering, that echoed once he had retreated past her lips. With a modicum of emotions, it seemed also her old problem of being completely silent during sex had resolved, much to John’s liking. More thick seed blasted out of his engorged shaft and landed on their presented faces. Tongues stretched out, and eagerly waiting, both underestimated the quality and quantity of his load.

No sooner had the first ropes of white scattered over their gorgeous faces, than they were both lost in a scream of ecstasy. Their bodies squirmed and tensed, making subsequent blasts land on other areas. Each time, it renewed their shouts and the intense orgasm they were experiencing. Alice eventually toppled over backwards, unable to keep control over her limbs.

Nia didn’t fare much better but somehow managed to slant forwards and get back to sloppily working on his cock. “You… became… even better,” she stated, a hint of disbelief and joy swinging in her voice. “I love it, I love you.” Even the barest bit of emotion in her taxed voice was enough to make John smile. It was such a vast improvement from her trying to sound sexy in her emotionless voice or just being quiet.

“I love you too,” he responded, while she worked to milk the last few drops from him. She was struggling to go through the motions, the little drops that hit her tongue visibly setting of aftershocks. Having being withdrawn from him for months and the vast improvements made in them set her up for an ecstatic reminder of what sex with John Newman was like.

Alice was slowly getting back to sitting, when Nia let go of his cock with a loud, erotic ‘pop’. Struggling to get up, she only managed to do so once John lent her a hand. Not managing to stand, she fell against him. He embraced her. Her moderately sized breasts were a soft cushion between their drumming heartbeats. His left hand travelled down to her ass and grabbed. It was soft, not as thick as his other girls, but still a nice and firm ass.

He was about to position himself to thrust into her, when Nia whispered in his ear. “Have sex with Alice first,” she told him. “I want you to myself.”

The implication there was obvious and John grinned. “As you wish.” Together, they sank to the floor. Nia laid on her back and Alice crawled over. “Get on top of her,” John commanded, and Alice raised an eyebrow, likely feeling the magic inside the words. After a moment of analysis, she obeyed.

With her backside presented to John, she was on all fours above the blonde blank. Bent over in such a fashion, her ass looked wonderful and round. Her pussy was already glistening wet, there was absolutely no need for further foreplay, and the Gamer was looking for two simple things: to exorcise all his frustrations and to make her scream from the overabundant pleasure. Even an irritated John was still focused on searing himself into the memory of his partners.

Her cunt took his size with a lot more ease than her throat had. As wet as she was, he had no trouble sinking all the way inside and immediately starting to thrust. Any sort of warm-up or slow easing, he skipped it all. Tight as she was, thrusting into her was no problem, so he immediately went into full force.

Hard impacts and shouted moans echoed through the pure white room. “Is this what you thought of when you called me ‘capable’?” John let out a slight mock. He was keeping himself from doing some of the more rough things his instincts told him, like spanking her ass until it was three shades darker, but he had to do something.

Equally to his dismay and satisfaction, Alice did not manage to answer. His continuous thrusts kept her vocal cords completely occupied with screams. He wasn’t even sure if she had heard him. With a shrug and a grin, John changed the angle a little bit, searching for those sweet spots. He found them, heard the screams devolve into graceless grunts and perverted gasps, until they were silenced by sloppy kisses. The two pariahs were kissing, while Alice’s body was shaken by each relentless and fast plunge into her gushing cunt.

If she didn’t hear him, then a warning was useless anyway. John sped up as the pressure in his balls mounted and finally released in a shudder that started in his shaft and travelled up his spine in a wave of raw lust. Deep inside her, he released his cum, flooding her insides. He pressed against her as intensely as he could, imagining that he could feel all his annoyances leave his body along with each spurt.

Alice was overtaken by repeated shivers and only held in place by Nia. The wet sound of plunging into her was replaced by the pattering sound of her repeated squirting hitting the floor and parts of Nia’s body. Long before John was done filling her up, the rigidness of her form collapsed into nothing more than a spasming, limp body. Her pussy kept milking him until the last drop. Then he and Nia, together, rolled Alice to the side and concentrated on each other. There were no more distractions.

They had a quiet understanding. Nia simply raised one leg and allowed John to use it as a handle to close the little distance between them. His cock fell on her pretty pink pussy, drenched with her and Alice’s juices. Softly he grinded against the heat of her labia and basked in Nia’s little expression. Her eyebrows were raised towards the centre of her forehead and her mouth just a little agape, leaving room for tiny gasps to escape her. Although the initial mana had been sapped from the cum on her skin, she was still very much turned on. Him smearing his pre-cum on her pussy lips didn’t help.

Next to them, Alice was out cold from the pleasure. John had mercilessly overdone it and he was happy to see her tormented in a way that only he could reliably inflict on a woman. “Revenge is sweet,” he declared, then ignored the dark-haired pariah for the rest of the lovemaking, “but love is so much sweeter.”

“What are you waiting for?” Nia wanted to know, hooking the heel of her slender foot behind his shoulder. “I want you inside me.” In the past, dirty talk from her had been downright painful. Now the note of genuine desperation in her calm voice was the greatest song John’s dominant heart could have asked for. “Please.”

“Can I put the Lover’s Will mark on you?” John answered with a question of his own. There was no reason to delay it and he wanted to see her pale skin decorated with his brand. As long as she accepted it, her anti-magical powers shouldn’t neutralize it.

“Yes,” Nia kept it short and simple. The answer was followed by an extended moan as John activated both the magic and pushed inside of her. Tingling, it flowed into her. Where his hands touched her, where their sexes joined, there was a moment of resistance, then a free flow. For one blissful moment, the magic made them part of the same circuit. A moment of love, passion and lust flowing through them undiluted and true. Then the energy coalesced inside of them. For John, it became another mark on his fingers, becoming the first one on the little finger of his right hand. For Nia, the usual mark of winding but never meeting lines formed underneath her navel. The shape of a heart at the centre, it stretched over her womb in dark blue wonder.

John felt as if his cock went from rock hard to steel solid. Fully inside her, he took a blissful breath. “You won’t leave again, right?” he asked. “You’re mine again?” He knew the question was selfish, but he needed to hear it.

“I’m yours,” Nia assured, and for those words, the passivity of her voice was completely replaced with a level of earnest emotion that rivalled the greatest poetry.

With that, he slowly began to move. He leaned lightly onto her leg, forcing her to raise her hips a little bit and let him thrust deeper into her. The soft, smooth skin of her long leg felt wonderful against his palms and chest. Not quite as wonderful as the many folds of her tight pussy, but close. Her insides hadn’t forgotten his shape, or maybe he had just been craving her for so long that whatever she felt like would have felt ecstatic. Whether the answer was idealistic or realistic, the only thing that mattered was that it was her and she was tight.

Revelling in each moment, he pulled out. Her insides clung to her, her sprawled out hands clawed at the floor, her toes curled. “Truly… yours…” she gasped, happily, when John reversed the direction of his motions and easefully went back into her. The bulge his girthy cock created in her abdomen slowly stretched out until it reached just below the heart shaped centre of the Lover’s Will mark. He was deep inside her, almost kissing her womb, but not quite. This was as deep as he could be without making it hurt.

“My Nia,” he sighed and pulled back out again. He accelerated quickly. He wanted to hear more of this more expressive progression she had made. Lustful gasps caressed his ears with every move he made. It was more than just his moves that gave her pleasure; even with her anti-magical sensibilities, the Gamer’s skill at fucking was still what mattered most.

And he put what he knew to good use.

He hadn’t forgotten any of Nia’s sensitive points, neither was he planning to try and discover new ones. Having already cum twice, he would last for a long time and he put it to good use. Although he didn’t vary much in the position, he soon had Nia squirming in a way that supported little more than missionary, he kept interacting with the entirety of her curves.

He let his hands slide over her flexible leg, grabbed her firm ass, caressed sides and stomach, and wandered up to her breasts. They were large enough to jiggle in a deeply satisfying fashion, as his intense plunges into her pussy shook her entire body. While multiple orgasms caused her spine to arch off the floor and her quim to quiver and clench around his cock, he grabbed her tit and lightly clawed into it in a caringly sadistic manner.

Nia had always been malleable in her sexual tastes. It appeared that she hadn’t quite made up her mind before meeting John and the intense domineering attitude had shaped her up to be quite receptive towards him. Likely an acquired taste, but a taste for light submission regardless, her cunt overflowed with love juices when he pinched her right nipple and pulled. The soft flesh of her mammary rose and then jiggled back into position after he had let go. He continued this and other playfully rough treatments for a few minutes.

Then he leaned even further forwards. Her leg was almost touching her shoulder as he bowed over her face. The hand that had played with her chest wandered to her chin. Holding it, his thumb pulled down her lower lip. Presented with that single finger, she sucked at it. Mustering all of her willpower, she managed to focus her sapphire eyes on him.

“I’m about to cum,” he said, his voice deep and strained. “Do you want me to cum?” She nodded. “Do you want me to fill you up?” Another nod, stronger this time. “Let me hear what you want me to do.” He moved his thumb to the side.

“I want your cum inside me, John,” Nia panted. Her voice wasn’t nearly as wrecked by pleasure as he had hoped, but her strangely collected calm made for a nice contrast with the desperate desire on her face. “Fill me up.” A moment’s hesitation, then, in the same calm tone, “Make me a mother, in the future.”

A sane man would have stopped. John Newman had to massively pull himself together to not give into his base instincts, flip a switch and fulfil that sudden wish right there on the spot. With considerable struggle, he managed to keep that desire in check. All that unpredictable announcement had him do was ram his cock deep into Nia’s cunt one last time. Then his balls tightened and seed rushed up his shaft.

As her insides were painted white, Nia’s concentrated gaze broke. Her eyes slowly travelled up and her tongue stretched out along a loud scream. John followed the tune and together they roared their ecstasy into the featureless room. He came, felt the absolute relief and reality of having her back and marked with his love in every fibre of his being. Infertile or not, his cum filled every bit of her womb, and the knowledge that she was another one of his women ready to, one day, carry his child only made the amount spurting out of him that much more.

She squirted against his groin, her hands reached up to him, and instead of the floor, she clawed at his back. Soft pain only accented the rush of pleasure that took hold in his body like white lightning that bounced around inside a bottle. Again and again, his shaft tensed and relaxed, dropping another wave of seed inside her.

After almost a minute of ceaseless climax, it finally ebbed off. The spurts got weaker, until he was fully drained and satisfied. For the moment, at least. He took Nia off the floor and hugged her, while she calmed down herself. Her lithe body was light and fit nicely between his shoulders.

The last separation that Sigmund had caused had finally been mended.