The Gamer Chapter 813 – Backdoor and Walking (Patreon)

John’s eyes were glued to Metra until his girlfriend approached him. Grabbing his crotch with one hand, Rave gave him a long kiss while massaging his growing erection through his pants. That was all she did, however, stopping once he was fully erect. “I’ll wait in the shower for ya,” she told him and then turned to the maids. “Come on girls, let’s prepare home for Master’s return.”

Aclysia and Beatrice were all too willing to be pulled along under that pretense and walked left and right of Rave, who grabbed them by the waists and asses in a fashion very similar to how John usually walked. The Lightbearer was, without a doubt, his soulmate.

She even allowed him to mate with other souls, which was right up his alley.

“Put down the axe,” John told the waiting First of Wrath. Obeying immediately, Metra heaved the massive thing off her shoulder and effortlessly leaned it against a nearby boulder. Using that time to approach her, the Gamer bowed down to kiss her neck, once she was unarmed. His left hand explored her sides and wandered down to her ass, while his right clawed into her hair. “Get rid of the hairband,” he demanded and felt it thin out under his grasp. “Good girl,” he grunted as he pulled her head back.

It awakened predatory instincts inside him, kissing and lightly biting her exposed throat. Metra felt it as well, her ever-present and usually suppressed wrath getting superseded by rising lust. Only lust and love could drown out her anger, John had found since their mental connection had been firmly established. It was little wonder that she respected him so much, given how hard it was to make her feel either. As a matter of fact, he was the only man who had ever let her feel both. She lusted after and respected Sargon. She lusted after, respected and loved him. Even if she still thought his deeds to be lesser, Metra was more his than she had been anyone else’s in her millennia of life.

For that simple reason, John wasn’t jealous of any past relationships she had. What did he care? She was his now, all his, with no ifs or buts. Until he died or screwed up beyond all recognition of his character, she would be his. He kissed his way up to her right ear and asked, out of lust, “What are you, Metra?”

“Your sex slave, my king,” she gasped, her breathing already accelerated. “Your servant, your warrior, your toy to dump your delicious cum into. Whatever the fuck you want.”

“Good girl,” he purred again and pulled back to look at her properly. When Metra had her hair down, she reminded him that much more of Rave. When the First of Wrath had formed her body, she had done so on the basis of his thoughts of the perfect woman and applied the flavours of her first body to it. That made her golden mane just as wild as Rave’s hair was, untameable, high of volume, soft and beautiful. Her green eyes didn’t have that Asian almond shape, but they sat in a face that was similar enough that they seemed like half-sisters. They were similar and yet Metra was a beauty all of her own. “Undress me,” he demanded and then claimed her dark pink lips with his own.

Although they were of equal height, he absolutely dominated her with his body as she moved to unbutton his shirt. Muscular as she was, she was still bound to the frame of a woman, and the much-improved body of the Gamer was broader than hers, making embracing her an easy task. His hands trailed over her smooth back and butt; his tongue was deep inside her mouth. The responding movements were sluggish and filled with gasps. She had to concentrate on her fingers and getting each button through its tiny hole. A difficult task, given how little space there was between their bodies, made even more difficult as John slowly increased her sensitivity.

Her gasps changed into a sharp, muffled moan when John slapped her ass. “Mashtahhr,” she exclaimed in between kisses. Positively surprised, John pulled away for a moment.

“That you would ever pick something up from Beatrice,” he remarked.

“Even that passive-aggressive bitch has some good ideas.” Metra smirked, using the opportunity to undo the last button and then open wide the view to his defined chest. “Every time I think you already improved your looks beyond what should be possible, I remember how much you changed since I met you,” she said and bit her lower lip for a moment. “You could be a bit broader, but fuck me if those abs aren’t perfect.”

“Look who’s talking,” John mused and trailed a finger from her collarbone, through the valley of her breasts down the trench in the middle of her marvellous midriff. Flat, defined, muscular, smooth and decorated with the Lover’s Will Mark, her midriff and bordering groin were doubtlessly the most pleasing to look at in his entire harem. As always, that was the difference between near and absolutely perfect, and John indulged in all the differences.

She moved her hands up his side. They were soft, despite her nature as a weapon of war. The advantages of being not made from flesh were numerous. Arriving at his shoulders, she brushed the black shirt off his shoulders. John did her the favour of getting out of the sleeves himself. Then he tossed the shirt into his inventory.

He could have used the menu from the start, but the whole purpose of the exercise was to enjoy the sensation of letting her do it. Therefore, he closed the window and greedily leaned back in to devour her lips once more.

Metra’s hands had much less to do now. His pants were a hook and a zipper, undone in just a few movements. The pants fell, and the underpants followed moments later. At that point, John was satisfied enough that he moved the legwear around his ankles and his shoes all into the inventory and was left completely naked.

He paused their making out session only for as long as it took to command, “Jerk me off, make me cum.” This time, the words rung with magical compulsion, causing Metra to shiver in anticipation. Her hands reached for his cock and the first drop of precum immediately drooled out. After just a few pumps, his cock was entirely lubricated. As she moved both of her hands up and down, the engorged head often slid over her abs, spreading the viscous lubrication on them as well.

John once more grabbed her open hair, holding her in that kiss. Intoxicated by her scent of burning incense and iron and demanding to taste more of the metallic sweetness of her saliva, he wasn’t ready to break it. Not before his mind was cleared for at least a few moments. Until then, his other hand wandered downstairs.

His intent was to bring her pleasure with his fingers. He trailed over her pussy, as dripping wet as was expected. Only shallowly teasing her cunt, he drenched his fingers with her love juices and then moved around to her back. Pressing his hand between the two soft globes of her bubble butt, John smeared the juices all over her sphincter.

Metra moaned through all of it. The speed of her handjob increased to a blur. The wet noises echoed through the otherwise silent forest, heated to a pleasant summer night that was perfect for outdoor activities like this. When the Gamer felt his first orgasm approach, he pushed two fingers into her asshole.

The penetration occurred just as he came. Seed spurting against her midriff, the reward of fulfilling his command was enough to send her over the edge. Moaning and grunting into each other’s mouths, they managed to stay standing, Metra only thanks to her king’s embrace as John’s technique and skills made even this casual orgasm so intense that she lost feeling in her legs for the first seconds.

John’s cock was still quivering and dribbling the remains of his first climax when he finally broke their kiss and shoved Metra to the ground. Unprepared, she landed hard on the stone. She was a sturdy girl, so he had no qualms about treating her with such roughness.

Barely, she turned her head to look at him, before John was already on top of her and pushed her head back down to the ground with all his weight. “How many men have you let yourself get dominated by like this through the ages, hm?” John asked, in part because he already knew the answer. “Men like me, who you could shake off at any point,” he straddled her hips, “but don’t because they make you feel too good?”

“Only you, you magnificent bastard,” Metra gasped her response. Her spine arched up, despite John’s hold on her, a moment later as the Gamer pushed into her anus. “Fffffuuuuuuuuuck,” she let out a long scream into the empty woods. “Fuck, your giant cock feels even bigger when you put it into the wrong hole.”

“As if your asshole has any other purpose than being fucked, you living cocksleeve,” John responded and pushed her head back down to the ground with both hands. As sexy as her tensed form was, he wanted to utterly dominate her. “You made your bodies with those holes in the first place. You just wanted to get fucked, but now you revel in getting used, isn’t that right?!” His tone got more ecstatic as he started to move.

“Yesshhh.” Metra’s content hiss was accompanied by the fluttering of her eyelids. Lying on the stone with the side of her face, she presented her ecstatically contorting expression as John slowly moved back and forth. The slickness of his cock had made the initial penetration a simple thing, now he was working to get her sphincter used to his girth.

Whatever little discomfort this caused, Metra showed none of it. Pinned down by John’s hands in her hair and on her throat, she just grunted lustfully with every slow thrust that ended with him pressed against her soft butt. Slow thrusts that quickly accelerated, until those cushioning spheres jiggled with every audible impact. Audible impacts in the form of clapping and Metra’s cascade of moans. Moans that mounted to a loud scream.

As much as he tried, he couldn’t keep the berserker babe pinned down when she threw her head up again. He continued to lean on her, increasing his pace even with her sphincter tightening and her insides writhing around his cock with each orgasm-induced spasm of her muscles. There was no difference between her artificial asshole and any real one. It was hot, tight and hellishly pleasurable. It said a lot of good and perverted things about mankind that the very first Artificial Spirit had been created with this capability.

Gritting his teeth, John managed to keep moving and avoid orgasm. Following a spur of the moment decision, he pulled out of her back entrance the moment she began to calm. “No!” Metra let out a pleading cry, sounding almost panicked. In a hurry, she turned towards him. “You haven’t cum yet, I can’t let my fucking king go blue-balled. What kind of-“

“Shut up,” John commanded her, feeling the grim satisfaction of hearing her teeth snap shut reverberate in his dominant side. Especially once a pleasing moan echoed through those clenched teeth. “Open your mouth,” he presented his next demand and was heeded, only to hear another moan, louder as the rewards mounted. Squatting over her presented face, he grabbed her head. “You’re a good sex slave, but I will use you the way I see fit and you will TAKE IT!”

His cock plunged into her mouth with an echoing ‘gluck’. A wet sound that repeated in quick succession as he went all out in mercilessly fucking her face. She was entirely his to toy with, just limply letting him handle her while hammering her throat. Both of her eyes were rolled up in her skull, the steady reverberations around letting him know that she, too, enjoyed this.

“CUM!” he roared, just as his balls slapped against her chin one last time and tightened. Seed rushed out in large quantities, only increased by the short period of denial. It pumped directly into her gullet, yet still John felt the instinctive gulping massage his cock. Underneath him, Metra writhed, only her head being steady, as she was wrecked by the double layered-orgasm mingling with the aftershocks of the last, natural one.

The energy faded slowly from her spasms, leaving Metra to wring the last drop from his cock with skilled movements of her tongue. Eventually, John started to slowly pull back. He enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding out of her throat and over her tongue. Her lips closed tightly around his shaft, sucking as if she didn’t want to let him go and leaving him as clean as was possible. With an audible pop, the head of his dick was exposed to the warm air.

“Thanks for the meal, Master,” Metra purred.

“We aren’t done yet,” John told her and gestured for her to stand up. “Just look at the mess you made of my property,” he joked and gestured at the ground. The wetness of the rain had long since evaporated in the normal summer settings of the Weather Tower, leaving only Metra’s love juices as the possible source for the dark spots on the light stone.

“You mind?” the First of Wrath mocked. If he did, that would have been a new one.

“No. I said we’re not done yet,” he told her and gave her ass a nice slap.

“Master!” she shouted with a pleasing degree of reverence. Grabbing her by the waist, he got behind her and plunged right back into that gaping asshole. “Fuuuck, that’s still biiiiiiig,” Metra purred. “You’re making me a size queen, you know that?”

“I’m going to keep fucking you until all of your sexual tastes combined describe only me,” John mused in response. “Now, how about we go for a stroll?” It wasn’t a question, he was already pressing against her with the intent purpose of taking a step.

“Whatever you want, my king,” Metra purred in a mixture of amusement and lust. She took a short and quivering step. John pulled right along, thrusting forwards so he wouldn’t slip out of her. Not that it would have been particularly easy, with how tight her insides were holding onto his cock. They first took the small test walk to pick up her weapon and then moved on further.

Moaning and accompanied by the slapping of flesh against flesh, they moved through the trees. John had to keep driving Metra before him. Playing with her sensitivity, he ensured that they kept moving, but also that the berserker babe wouldn’t take a single secure step. Holding her by her upper arms, he felt the quivering of her biceps under his clawing fingers. That was a part of the female body he had underestimated how pleasing it would be to grab, especially on such a muscular woman.

He kept her pleasure high, while also denying her release. Through Lover’s Will, he robbed her of the ability to orgasm. Instead, her pleasure just rose and rose, with little breaks in between to keep her moving. Soon, they were out of the woods and on the street. When John showed no sign of stopping, Metra began to beg, “Pleassheee, John, pleasssheee leet me cum…”

“Oh, you need it that bad, hm?” he asked, only to coerce more cries from her. It was like music to his ears, a marching tune to which he pulled her back against his chest and moved his hands to her pussy. Standing out in the open, he fucked her ass, masturbated her cunt and bit her ear, all to her steady cries.

“By Tiamat, thank everytshing tshat I wash found by you,” she screamed, as he let her find relief. She squirted all over the pavement. John didn’t mind. Nobody would be around to find them and whatever stain remained would be taken care of by the cleaning slimes. Wave after wave of clear liquid gushed from her cunt and from between his steadily moving fingers. “Don’t you ever dare die on me after getting me hooked on sex like this,” Metra panted with as much as a smile she could muster, once this climax began to fade.

“As long as I can keep having sex like this, I don’t plan to ever die,” John responded just as nonchalantly. “Let’s keep going,” he then commanded and they took another step.

He was completely aware how ridiculous they must have looked and, normally, something like this wasn’t his cup of tea. However, because this was the single day on which the Guild Hall would be empty in the foreseeable future, this was the best opportunity to do something that was ridiculous like this. Normal domination was more his cup of tea, but variety was the spice of life, and John took a big helping this evening.

Eventually, they reached one of the many bridges, and that’s where he finally stopped. Bending her over the stone railing, he ignored all gimmicks, all humiliations or other sadism. He simply grabbed her by the hips and fucked her as hard as he could. “Scream for me, Mat,” was the only command he gave.

Metra was all too willing to oblige. Screams of lust that echoed over the largely flat landscape would have caught the attention of every last person in a large radius. Instead, it was just them, the river flowing by underneath and the still summer air. Two naked bodies unified in lust in the Gamer’s domain. For a few moments, he had no responsibilities, nothing to worry about, he was simply the ruler of his space engaged in mindless ecstasy.

Culminating in one more orgasm that wiped all of that scenery from his awareness and left only the starlit, brown skin of Metra’s body. Her ass squished against his groin. He saw her quivering back, her wild, blonde hair and her trembling shoulders. Her wet pussy clenched around his cock. There was only her, the electrifying feeling of relief and the scream. That endless, loud and fantastic scream of someone absolutely mindlessly in love and lust with him.

After a while, other sensations set back in. The pumping of his heart, the heaving of his lungs, the smell of grass and other such details. Slumping forwards, he kissed the nape of Metra’s neck and whispered into her ear, “Let’s head back, I want to see you writhe among the rest of my harem.”

“I fucking love this life,” Metra hummed.